Soul of the Fire (112 page)

The captain saluted with a fist to his heart. “Our sincere hope, too, Lord Rahl.”

Richard returned the salute, and then trotted his horse out of camp for the last time, on his way to perform his final duty.

“
Darling, I’m home,” Dalton called toward the bedroom.

He had sent up a bottle of wine, along with a plate of Teresa’s favorite dish, suckling rabbits roasted in a red wine sauce. Mr. Drummond was most pleased to be able to keep his job by complying with the unusual request.

Perfumed candles were lit around the rooms, the drapes were drawn, and the servants all sent away.

The master and the mistress wanted to be alone.

Teresa met him at the bedroom door with a glass of wine and a smile. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m so glad you were able to come in early tonight. I’ve so looked forward to it all day.”

“
As have I,” he said with his best smile.

She gave him a mischievous look. “I’m so looking forward to proving to you how much I love you, and to thank you for being so understanding about my duty to the Sovereign.”

Dalton slipped the silk robe from her shoulders, kissing her bare flesh. She giggled as he worked his kisses up her neck. She made a feeble effort to slow his advances.

She hunched her head against his face. “Dalton, don’t you want some wine?”

“
I want you,” he said, in an intimate growl. “It’s been too long.”

“
Oh, Dalton, I know. I’ve ached for you.”

“
Then prove it,” he teased.

She giggled again against his continued kisses.

“
My, but what’s gotten into you, Dalton?” She moaned. “Whatever it is, I like it.”

“
Tess, I’ve taken the day off tomorrow, too. I want to make love to you tonight, and all day tomorrow.”

She responded to his intimacies as he guided her toward their big bed with the hammered-iron posts that looked like the columns outside the Office of Cultural Amity, the bed that belonged to the Minister of Culture, along with everything else in the magnificent apartments.

Once, all of this splendor would have brought him great pleasure. Pleasure in what he had accomplished, in what he had attained, in how far he had come.

“
Dalton, please don’t be disappointed, but Bertrand is expecting me tomorrow afternoon.”

Dalton shrugged as he gently placed her on the bed. “Well, we have tonight, and in the morning again. Right?”

She beamed. “Of course, sweetheart. Tonight, and for the morning. Oh, Dalton, I’m so happy you understand about the Sovereign needing me.”

“
But I do, darling. You may think this sounds strange, but, in a way, I find it … exciting.”

“
You do?” She grinned her wicked grin. “I like the idea of that. You being excited, I mean.”

She watched as he opened her robe and kissed her breasts. He came up for breath.

“
To know the Sovereign himself chooses my wife, my beautiful Tess, and by the direct word of the Creator at that, is the best compliment a loyal Ander man could ever have.”

“
Dalton,” she said, breathless from his kisses and caresses. “I’ve never seen you like this.” She drew him closer. “I like it. I like it a lot. Come here, let me show you how much.”

Before she began, she pulled back.

“
Dalton, Bertrand was pleased, too. He said he liked your attitude. He said he found it exciting, too.”

“
We all need our Sovereign to guide us into the future and bring us the Creator’s words. I’m so glad you can help relieve the Sovereign’s stress in this life.”

She was panting now. “Yes, Dalton, I do. I really do. It’s so … I don’t know, so wonderful to have such a high calling.”

“
Why don’t you tell me all about it, darling, as we make love. I’d like to hear it all.”

“
Oh, Dalton, I’m so glad.”
 

Dalton allowed himself a couple of days to recover after being with Tess. It had been an experience he once would have found the height of his existence. It once would have been a source of joy.

After the experience, though, he needed to deprive himself of Tess for several days in order to be in a state of heightened need for a task such as he must now perform.

The hallway was deserted outside her quarters and offices. Bertrand was in the opposite wing, with Teresa, having the stresses of his high office relieved. Dalton had made sure it was a time when Teresa was with Bertrand. The thought of it would help him focus on the work at hand.

Bertrand and his wife made sure they rarely encountered one another. Having their quarters in opposite wings helped.

She did sometimes visit him, though. Their screaming battles were legendary among the staff. Bertrand one day sported a cut over his eye. He was usually able to duck the objects she hurled at him, but on that occasion she had caught him off guard.

Partly because of Hildemara’s popularity, but mostly because of her dangerous connections, Bertrand dared not confront, cross, or do away with his wife. She had warned him he had better hope she didn’t die a sudden death of natural causes—or any other causes—lest his own health suddenly fail, too.

It was a threat Bertrand did not take lightly. For the most part, he simply avoided her. There were times, though, when his penchant for risk caused him to make foolish comments or in some other way embarrass her, and then she went looking for him. It mattered not where he was, either—in his bed, his privy, or a meeting with wealthy backers. Bertrand generally avoided troubles with her by trying to take care, but there were times when he provoked her ire.

It was a relationship that had worked on this estranged level for years, and had borne them a daughter neither cared for. Dalton had only seen her recently when they brought her back from boarding school in order to stand with them at public addresses decrying the horrors of an uncaring Lord Rahl and the Mother Confessor.

Now the Lord Rahl had been rejected by the people. Now, the Mother Confessor was … well, he wasn’t sure what had become of her, but he was reasonably sure she was dead. It had cost Dalton some good men, but in war there were always losses. He would replace them if need be.

Serin Rajak had died, too—a terrible infection that turned his blind face to a festering mass—but Dalton couldn’t say he was at all unhappy about that. His grieving followers reported it a lingering and painful death. No, Dalton was not at all unhappy about that.

Hildemara opened the door herself. A good sign, he thought. She was wearing a dress more revealing than usual. Another good sign, he hoped, since she had known he was coming.

“
Dalton, how kind of you to ask to pay me a visit. I’ve wondered how you’ve been getting along and thought a talk long overdue. So, how have you been, since your wife has been serving the needs of our Sovereign?”

He shrugged. “I’ve come to my way of dealing with it.”

Hildemara smiled, a cat seeing a mouse. “Ah … and so the lovely gifts?”

“
To thank you. For—Might I come in?”

She opened the door wider. He stepped inside, looking around at the unrestrained opulence. He had never been in the private quarters of the Sovereign and his wife.

Of course, his own wife was quite familiar with them, and had described them—Bertrand’s, anyway—in great detail.

“
You were saying? About thanking me?”

Dalton clasped his hands behind his back. “For opening my eyes.” He gestured behind himself and smiled. “And your door, I might add.”

She chuckled politely. “I sometimes open my door to handsome men. I find it a … sometimes rewarding experience.”

He closed the distance and took up her hand, kissing the back of it while looking her in the eye. He thought it a pathetically contrived act, but she responded as if she believed it sincere, and as if she were well pleased by the token of respect.

Dalton had researched her private activities. It had taken every favor owed him, as well as some direct threats, and even an appointment of standing. He now knew what she liked, and what she didn’t. He knew she didn’t like aggressive lovers. She liked them on the young side, and attentive. She liked to be treated with the utmost reverence.

She like to be fawned over.

He approached this visit like an elaborate feast, with each course in order, and building to the main attractions. In this way, with a plan, he found it easier to proceed.

“
My lady, I fear to be so forward with a woman of your station, but I must be honest.”

She went to a table of inlaid silver and gold. From a silver tray, she picked a cut-glass bottle and poured herself a glass of rum. She also poured one for him, without asking, and handed it to him with a smile.

“
Please, Dalton. We have a long history. I would like nothing better than your honesty. After all, I was honest with you about your wife.”

“
Yes,” he said, “you were, weren’t you.”

She took a sip and then laid a wrist over his shoulder.

“
And are you still languishing about that? Or have you come to face the realities of life?”

“
I must admit, Hildemara, that I have been … lonely, what with my wife so often … occupied. I never expected to find myself with a wife so often unavailable.”

She clucked sympathetically. “You poor dear. I know just how you feel. My husband is so often occupied himself.”

Dalton turned away, as if embarrassed. “Since my wife is no longer bound by our vows, I find I have … desires she is unable to satisfy. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’m not experienced in this sort of thing. Most men, I guess, would find this sort of endeavor comes naturally to them. I don’t.”

She came close up behind him, putting her mouth next to his ear. “Do go on, Dalton. I’m listening. Don’t be shy—we’re old friends.”

He turned to come face-to-face with her, giving her the chance to display her cleavage—something she believed was greatly appreciated.

“
Since my wife no longer is bound by her vows, being called upon by the Sovereign, I don’t see why I should be bound by mine. Especially when I have … longings.”

“
Well, of course not.”

“
And you once told me that I should come to you first, if anything changed with the status of my vows. Well, if you’re still interested, things have changed.”

Her answer was to kiss him. He found it less repulsive than he feared. By closing his eyes he was able to actually enjoy it, after a fashion.

He was surprised, though, when she shifted immediately to the more advanced matters of the encounter. It would make little difference in the end result. If she wanted to go straight to it, that was fine by him.