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.Howdid he know what I needed?Our life together seemed to alternate between thoughtful concern and openanimosity.Nothing in between.Sex had become rare between us.In some ways Imissed the unbridled stimulation.At others, like now, I didn t want him totouch me again.Ever.Newynog seemed in agreement as she wormed her huge head between Carradoc andme.I scratched her ears, welcoming the added warmth her fur gave me. I leave tomorrow or the day after.Bad omen if I leave on Beltane. Crooawk,crooawk, cried one of the three ravens that hung around Carradoc s darkfortress.The enclosure perched atop its hill like a squat spider waiting forprey.Even the labyrinthine processional way on the gentle southern slope resembleda spiderweb.Generations had added to the original hill fort without plan orsymmetry.Most of the additions which should have been conical one and tworoom huts reflected the Roman influence of sharp angles and squares.Unnatural.Appropriate hiding places for demons.I shuddered in memory of myencounter with Carradoc last Samhain.Every time I saw the tattoos on hischest, I remembered his capacity for inflicting pain and terror.Best if hetook himself off to war soon and vented his demons on the Saxons. I must greet the dawn. Still a little weakkneed, I struggled to my feet.Sandals, my shift and gown, a hairbrush.What else did I need to make myselfpresentable enough to walk through the hall and to the palisade gate? Iwouldn t greet the day inside.I needed fresh air.The song of thanksgiving for the day already thrummed in the back of mythroat.Magical power lay dormant beneath the song, waiting to be tapped.Thewards I had set around the caer answered the harmony that tickled my throat. Why get up now? You need your rest.Stay where you are until you feelstronger. He pushed me back onto the bed.Page 122 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlNewynog lay her head on the mattress beside me, whining her agreement withCarradoc.I didn t want to be there.Now that the initial weakness had passed, my mind cleared and my stomachwanted food. I am a priestess.I will greet the dawn with song and praise andthanks, as I have every day of my life. I reached for my clothes.Carradoc s face darkened with anger.His fist clenched.A knotted musclepulsed beneath an old scar on his left shoulder. I forbid you to leave this room until you have eaten and bathed! You dareforbid a priestess to perform her rituals? I glared at him in defiance. I should have known that anyone who ordered thedesecration of standing stones honors no god. In less than a day he would leave.Out of my life for many months.Maybeforever if he fell victim to a Saxon ax.No, I mustn t think along those lines.Morgaine had arranged the death of herfirst husband.I would not do the same, even in my thoughts. I honorwarriors and heroes.I respect practicality, not placating ritual that servesno purpose.Sing from the window, then.You must take care of yourself.Surely, even apriestess is allowed some variance of ritual to preserve her health duringpregnancy. I didn t know.None of the Ladies of Avalon had been young enough to conceivewhile I studied there. Please, Wren, do not risk the child by rushing outside too soon. Gently hecaressed my hair and cheek with one of his big callused hands.For a moment,I almost trusted that he held my best interests in his heart. Very well.Will you join me at the window? In the month we had been married, he had yetto join me in the morning ritual so dear to all theDruidtrained.I fully expected him to retreat.Instead he led me to the eastfacing opening and threw open the shutters.Hedraped a solicitous arm about my waist.We left our clothing behind; ready to let the first rays of sunlight caress uswithout interference.Pink, orange, and yellow lit the horizon with a joyousglow.At the moment Belenos shot the first fiery arrow into the sky I liftedmy voice in song.A new day had come.Yesterday was a memory.Tomorrow a dreamyet to come.Thank you, God of Light and blessed sun, for the day.Thank youGoddess of Light and bountiful Pridd, for a new day to make right all that Isurvey.Carradoc bellowed the words beside me in a deep voice that filled mewith contentment.Though not as polished or melodious as a trained Druid orbard, he sang pleasantly and maintained a harmony against my high tones.Icould make magic of our harmony, beautiful magic.But Carradoc wasn tbeautiful.Anger and cruelty shadowed his aura.If our marriage continued ascomfortably as these moments of harmony, I could be content.I did not lovethis man.Only occasionally did I trust him.It had to be enough. A good beginning to Beltane, Wren.When we have broken our fast and you haverested, we will join my people in celebration [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]