Whitefire (25 page)
Authors: Fern Michaels
“Did you make a mistake, little one? Do you think it wise for the Mongol to know of the stallions?”
“Mistake? Hardly, Mikhailo. I'm sure he knew they were stabled here before today. Those damnable slanted eyes of his see everything.” Smiling at Stepan, she said, “A safe journey to you, my friend,” then flung open the wide oak doors.
Wildfire reared back and preened before Katerina, then thundered through the portal, Darkfire on his heels. Katerina laughed. They were like children, waiting for a romp in the snow.
When the heavy doors closed against the snow and cold, Katerina walked slowly back to the arena in search of Banyen. A confrontation. She would ask him what he intended to do with his knowledge. Why skirt the problem? She would ask and he would lie, and she would tell him that he lied. Whatever happened, she would let him know she didn't trust him.
Taking her position in the arena, Katerina watched the men go through their drills and exercises. The longer they kept at the rigorous training, the more proficient they became. Afstar would have no complaints when Banyen returned in the spring with his band of soldiers. No complaints at all, she thought smugly. She waited patiently for the drill to be over before she sauntered over to where the prince stood and motioned him to follow her out of earshot of his men.
“I want to settle something with you, clarify it for your ears,” she said shortly. “Now that you know the stallions are here, and I suspect you have known for some time, I want it understood that if you ever go near them or try to take them from here, I'll kill you. No one takes what is mine. I told you once before, I give only one warning.”
“Those stallions are your whole life, aren't they,” Banyen said softly. “There are other things in life besides horses. When this is allâ”
“When this is all over, I'll be the same. Yes, the Cosars are my life. It's a life I chose, not a life that was forced upon me. If you think for one moment you could get the stallions from here, forget it. They would kill you if somehow you managed to get by me. They know where they belong.”
“A horse is a horse,” Banyen said curtly.
“Just as a man is a man,” Katerina snapped.
“Let us not forget that a woman is a woman,” he retaliated.
Katerina laughed, the shrill sound bouncing off the thick granite walls and raising the hackles on Banyen's neck. “This woman says those horses will kill you if you try to take them from the stable. Once you didn't heed my words. You would be wise to listen to me now, before you make elaborate plans to take them from this fortress.”
“Why would I want to take your horses? You did promise the Khan that you would give him a colt and a filly. Are you telling me now that you are not a woman of your word?”
Katerina flinched at his mocking words. How true they were. Bastard, she seethed. He knew she had no intention of giving Afstar anything.
The catlike eyes narrowed and flamed at his words. “Only time will tell if I keep my word,” she said insolently, leaning back against the wall, her long legs thrust in front of her. Completely aware of the picture she made, she thrust out her chest, and watched one of the buttons slip and then open on her coarse shirt. She made no move to close it, and laughed again when she saw Banyen's eyes become clouded. “Thoughts such as you're having now will one day be your undoing.” Katerina straightened and slowly buttoned her shirt, her eyes glittering. “No more Mongol.” She let her eyes travel across the room to where Kostya was standing. “Suddenly I find that I prefer Western eyes and hair the color of summer sun.” She laughed again as Banyen murdered her with his dark gaze.
Chapter 15
D
ays later, shortly before dawn, while the great fortress slept, a thrashing, tormented Katerina was wakened by the howl of the wind and the icy snow that pelted the windows. She wiped her perspiring brow and then shivered as she curled herself into a tight ball for greater comfort. She knew she would never be able to get back to sleep with the raging blizzard that beat at the fortress. She shivered again. The Mongol had invaded her once more, chasing her like a wild animal. She had been so sure, so confident, that after their hours of lovemaking he would cease to stalk her. She shouldn't have allowed it to happen. Katerina tried to tell herself it was because Kostya had kissed her, setting her body in motion and then leaving her. She chided herself for being so vulnerable; for responding willingly as soon as she felt a man's body. How had she let him touch her, caress her naked flesh, and then answered his urgings in a way that she had never thought possible? She had desperately wanted the person who had raped her, and had reveled in his flesh. God, she cried silently as she buried her head in the downiness of the quilt. She wouldn't let it happen again. She couldn't let it happen with Banyen, and she couldn't permit it with Kostya, either. All she had to do was avoid looking into those sapphire eyes and she would be safe. Concentration on the matters at hand would solve the problem. Thinking only of the horses and training the men was to be her life for the next few months. When it was over she could ponder about herself and what she was going to do. For now, she would have to be strong and not give in to these strange, wonderful feelings that were happening to her.
ays later, shortly before dawn, while the great fortress slept, a thrashing, tormented Katerina was wakened by the howl of the wind and the icy snow that pelted the windows. She wiped her perspiring brow and then shivered as she curled herself into a tight ball for greater comfort. She knew she would never be able to get back to sleep with the raging blizzard that beat at the fortress. She shivered again. The Mongol had invaded her once more, chasing her like a wild animal. She had been so sure, so confident, that after their hours of lovemaking he would cease to stalk her. She shouldn't have allowed it to happen. Katerina tried to tell herself it was because Kostya had kissed her, setting her body in motion and then leaving her. She chided herself for being so vulnerable; for responding willingly as soon as she felt a man's body. How had she let him touch her, caress her naked flesh, and then answered his urgings in a way that she had never thought possible? She had desperately wanted the person who had raped her, and had reveled in his flesh. God, she cried silently as she buried her head in the downiness of the quilt. She wouldn't let it happen again. She couldn't let it happen with Banyen, and she couldn't permit it with Kostya, either. All she had to do was avoid looking into those sapphire eyes and she would be safe. Concentration on the matters at hand would solve the problem. Thinking only of the horses and training the men was to be her life for the next few months. When it was over she could ponder about herself and what she was going to do. For now, she would have to be strong and not give in to these strange, wonderful feelings that were happening to her.
Katerina withdrew her finely boned hands from the comforting warmth and rubbed her temples. Her face felt hot, flushed, and she knew that the room was chilly, for she could see the misty vapor from her mouth. If her grandfather was awake, she could talk with him the way she had as a child when she was troubled.
Katerina jumped from the bed and quickly dressed. She splashed cold water, which had a film of ice over it, on her face and drew her breath in with the shock of the freezing wetness on her steaming face. Quickly she brushed out her coppery hair and pinned it haphazardly atop her head. Reaching for the ermine cape, she flung it over her shoulders and tied it in place. Katerina rubbed a cheek against the rich fur, and for a moment her cinnamon eyes glazed over, reminding her of another gentle touch. Clenching her teeth, she ran from the room, along the long, icy corridor, and down the steep, curving stairwell. She continued to run till she came to the vast kitchen.
Only a pale lamp burned, and she could see without straining her eyes that her grandfather slept peacefully on his cot near the blazing hearth. His affectionate cat purred contentedly as Katerina prepared herself a cup of dark tea. There would be no talking after all, she mused as she sipped at the fragrant brew.
Katerina stroked the saffron ball of fur and listened to her purr her happiness at having attention paid to her. Her eyes raked the high ceiling of the kitchen, with its fragrant herbs and spices hanging in ropes from the rafters. Huge copper pots and skillets hung next to the dancing flames and gave off a subdued sparkle as the flickering light cast its eerie shadows. Large balls of cheese were strung from heavy, knotted ropes next to cooking utensils and gave off a tantalizing smell. How carefree she had been in this big old kitchen when she was a child. Her eyes went to the tall, thin windows that stretched from the low beams to the base of the wall. Her favorite window seat was still there. She remembered the day her father had built it and said that it was just for her and had a chest to keep treasures in when she wanted to play near the great fire. Her eyes took on a faraway look as she continued to look around the enormous room. Long, heavy wooden shelves dotted the sides and were stacked with dishes and everyday tools. Here and there a green plant rested, thanks to Hanna's tender nurturing. It had always been a happy, comfortable place to be. Now, she thought sadly as she glanced about, it held approaching death, secrets, and hostility. Now it was just a place to get warm and a place to eat. It would never be anything more. When had she outgrown this favorite hideaway? She had to stop thinking about things like this. She had to do something active.
The horses! Of courseâshe would go to the stallions' quarters and see how they fared. There was no one up to see her at this hour, and anyway, an observer would have no idea where she was going. Gaily Katerina set her heavy mug on the worn table and left the coziness of the kitchen. She needed to see all that was left of the Cosar bloodline. Perhaps when she looked at Whitefire and Snowfire she would regain her perspective. Dejectedly she shook her coppery head. What good were the stallions if the mares were gone?
Stealthily Katerina crept through endless corridors and passages till she came to the underground stable. Cautiously she looked over her shoulder and listened carefully for some sound, anything that would alert her to another's presence. Hearing and seeing nothing to alarm her, she inched her way over to the thick, heavy cupboards that housed the blankets and utensils for the animals. She stood on her toes and reached into the farthest corner of the top shelf. Her long, slender fingers fumbled for the catch that would release the monstrous shelf. Standing back, she waited for it to move on its well-oiled hinges. Quickly she stepped through the secret entrance and pressed another catch for the opening to close. Her lamp from the kitchen held high, she made her way down another long, narrow passageway, barely wide enough for a person to lead a horse. Gradually the tunnel sloped, and the Kat knew she was within sight of Whitefire's special stable.
The purebreds sensed her presence, and a low whicker reached her ears. She knew the noise wouldn't carry beyond where she stood; the walls and ceilings were thick and soundproof.
Her hands trembled as she slid the heavy wooden bolt on the stockade grill that separated the lengthy tunnel from the stallions' quarters. She would find peace and quiet for her troubled feelings here in this remote cavern. Just the feel of the horse beneath her hands was all she needed to make her aware of who and what she was. Quietly she prayed that the same feeling would come over her again today.
“Mikhailo,” she called softly, “it is I, Katerina. I've come to see the stallions. This is the first chance I've had to come down here since I got back from the Urals. Tell me, how are the animals?”
Mikhailo's gentle hands stroked Snowfire's sleek hide. “All is well, Katerina,” he said quietly as he peered at her in the dim light. “These magnificent animals, what good are they without the mares? I think they sense something is wrong. Snowfire has been especially skittish the past several days,” he remarked, rubbing the back of his neck.
“How is Whitefire?” Katerina asked anxiously.
“Calm, and that's what worries me. The other stallions always sense his moods and act accordingly. He's quiet, almost placid, and Snowfire is the skittish one.”
“Did you change their feed? Are the fires kept regulated? Perhaps it's the hay, or the fact that Wildfire and Darkfire haven't come back yet with Stepan.”
“None of those things, Katerina. Even down here in the bowels of the fortress they know there is a fierce storm blowing outside. Maybe that's what is bothering them,” he said, in a tone that conveyed his doubt.
Katerina sensed the agitation the old man was trying to keep hidden from her, and a small flurry of panic settled itself in the pit of her stomach. “They aren't ill, there isn't any sign of something being wrong, is there?”
The Cossack stroked his chin, his eyes thoughtful. “No, nothing visible. I've stayed with them as much as I could and had Stepan or Hanna sleep with them when I had my other duties to tend to. But it's hard, Katerina. I tend your grandfather, the men, and the horses. The others help a great deal, but it's much work. Stay with the horses, I must tend the fires,” he said, giving Snowfire a gentle pat on his head.
Katerina watched him walk away with a frown on her face. She sensed that something was wrong with the stallions. Dear God, don't let anything happen to them, she prayed silently. Gently she walked between the animals, crooning soothing words to their ears. Whitefire whickered softly and tossed his great head as he reared back on his hind legs. He came down gracefully and nudged her shoulder playfully with his head, his silky mane swishing across her face. Katerina laughed. “You want to play, is that it? Don't they have time to play with you? They're busy, you know, keeping this place just right for you. All of you,” she said sternly, “are upsetting him. You have to treat Mikhailo the way you treat me.” Katerina smiled as she fondly petted Whitefire, to Snowfire's chagrin. The stallion tried to nudge Whitefire away from the slim girl so he too could rub his face against her shoulder. “You're jealous,” she giggled.
Katerina continued to comfort the noble horses, touching this one and that one, talking softly as she laughed openly at their display of affection. “I'm the guilty one; I've neglected you and I'm sorry,” she said, clasping Whitefire, her favorite, around his thick neck. “I, too, have my problems, that's why I'm here. I knew if I came to see all of you I would get my wits back. Listen to me,” she cried in a tormented voice. “I swore if he came near me I would kill him. Then my body betrayed me, and I allowed the Mongol to make love to me.” Tears welled in the amber eyes, and a sob caught in her throat as she clung to the stallion. “I don't know what to do. He has a hold over me that I cannot explain. When I'm near him I feel calm, and at the same time so full of . . . of. . . It's like when I come to you and talk to you and you become calm. That's what Banyen does to me. Yet he raped me brutally, and left me to die in the snow, and still I can feel something for him that I can't explain. I want him to stroke my head, as I stroke yours. I want to hear the soft words of love and yearning. I want . . . I want him near me, and yet . . . yet it can't be.”
Whitefire picked up his foreleg and gently tapped on the floor as he tried to free his head from her tight grasp. He advanced a step and pushed her backward until she toppled onto a pile of yellowed hay. He continued to nudge her till she saw that he wanted her to lie down. Katerina laughed, the tears glistening in her eyes. “Sleep won't make it go away. I know, you want me to stay here, but I can't. I have things to do, and I must get the mares back. I know you understand what I'm saying. I'm doing it for you and the others. I'll retrieve them, you have my promise. I'll come back tomorrow and every day after that.
“Mikhailo, are you here? There's nothing wrong,” she called. “They missed me, that's all. I've been so busy with the men and worrying about Grandfather, I neglected the most important thing of all. I'll come back each morning around this time. You're not to worry, Mikhailo, everything is fine. Look, see for yourself,” she said, getting up and pointing to the animals.
Mikhailo's old eyes danced with glee when he saw that she was right. The stallions were quiet, all signs of skittishness gone. The touch of the Kat, he marveled. Who would have believed it, and yet he had seen the same thing hundreds of times. Yet each time he saw it he marveled at the way the girl had with the stallions.
Katerina brushed the hay from her clothing and, with a last caress to each of the stallions, left the hidden stable and made her way back to the underground cavern that housed the other horses. She stood a moment and listened for some sound on the other side of the wall. Satisfied, she pressed the catch and waited for the heavy shelf to swing back. She walked through the opening into the darkness of the stable and again closed the hidden door.
She remained still, checking the area as her eyesight adjusted to the darkness. This was her life. How could she, even for a second, have forgotten? She couldn't, she wouldn't, let Banyen into her life again; and as for Kostya, he had no place there either. Only the horses mattered! Always the stallions, never Mongol princes or blond, blue-eyed Russians.
Â
Day by day the tension and hostility increased in the training arena. The recruits worked tirelessly, mastering all that Katerina set before them. The Mongols, under Banyen's command, came into their own. It seemed to Katerina that overnight they lost their youthful looks and childish, willful ways. They were now strong, muscular young men with keen eyes and coordinated movements. Their chests broadened, and the sinewy muscles in the calves of their legs gripped the horses' middles as if soldier and animal were one. Another few weeks and they will be an even match for Kostya and his men, Katerina thought. She watched Igor take to the middle of the arena. Without a second of wasted time, he charged at Rokal and unseated him with no wasted motion. Katerina watched as Banyen nodded approvingly. Grudgingly Katerina complimented Igor with a slight inclination of her head.
So far she had been able to successfully avoid staring into the Mongol's oblique eyes. She made sure that she was never near him or alone with him at any time. Always Mikhailo was at her side. During the dinner hour she was forced to share with Banyen, she sat by the hearth and gulped down her food and immediately returned to the arena, leaving him to converse with her grandfather. She wondered what they spoke of at such length.
Kostya looked for and found ways to be close by, and at these times she would force herself to be cool and aloof, to show that he was of no concern to her. Since the day in the stable, he had lost his appeal for her. She found that standing next to him was like standing next to one of the other prisoners or next to Mikhailo. One full, rich taste of the prince was all she needed, and nothing else would satisfy her.
Other books
Introduction to Tantra: The Transformation of Desire by Lama Thubten Yeshe, Glass, Philip
Church of Chains by Sean O'Kane
A Lower Deep - A Self Novel About 3300 wds by Piccirilli, Tom
Idle Hours by Kathleen Y'Barbo
PaintedPassion by Tamara Hunter
Saving Graces by Elizabeth Edwards
Predator - Incursion by Tim Lebbon
Bloodlands by Timothy Snyder
Wild Hearts by Rhea Regale
La maldición del demonio by Mike Lee Dan Abnett
