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with his tongue. Talons bent forward, rubbing her breasts across his neck. He
bored too quickly and pulled her onto the ground, again leaving her
unsatisfied. She said nothing. Her loins had barely begun to moisten when he
shoved into her. It hurt and she gasped sharply. It took him forever to come.
Her juices dried and still he sawed at her relentlessly. Finally he spilled
forth and collapsed atop her.
Maybe I'll stake him out and pile stones on his stomach until something
ruptures.
Bryndel lay a long time atop her, savoring the feel of her body beneath his,
in total submission to him, finally trapped by his sheer maleness. Galee had
thought it would take longer to bring her to heel with the drugs and vampiric
coercions.
"Bryndel, I'd like to have another go, but if we don't get back soon, someone
is bound to come looking for us."
Bryndel rolled off her reluctantly and laid back to watch her dress.
She took her time so that he could see every inch of her. She bent and kissed
him. "You know," she purred, "if we keep this up, grandsire will have to hurry
the wedding."
"Why?"
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"Because I'll get pregnant, silly. Sharani are notoriously fertile.
Seriously, Bryndel, I never realized before how much pleasure I would get from
having a male between my legs. You're wonderful." Maybe I'll get one of those
marble priapuses and rape him to death. Let's see how much he likes having
something hard shoved up his unwilling ass with no grease.
Bryndel's cheeks flushed. "You want my child?"
"Yes," she said, kissing him again. "My work here is done. Aejys has the
sword. We could be home in no time. And this kind of stuff is much more fun in
a bed." She rubbed her breasts against him. "Let's pack up." She began to
imagine what his corpse would look like when she finished with him.
* * * *
Scouts had already been deployed to have a closer glimpse at what the gorge
looked like and check the area around the caves and tunnels for signs of
incursions. The ground was still hot; it burned through the soles of their
boots quickly. They could not cross through the gorge. The fireborn were
arriving in greater and greater numbers each day. There were now three full
wings of twenty-one each in the van. There was no sign of Carliff or his
forces, for they had withdrawn to the north in case Mephistis should actually
try for their fortress. That was just as well, for in the heat of battle all
undead looked alike.
Word came back that the gorge appeared to be impassible. However Jumpfree had
a solution to that: he would jump the entire army past it in a single go. The
next problem to consider was that Aejys did not want any of Hoon's people and
creatures escaping through the occupied zone and back into Waejontor.
With Kalestari acting as courier, word was sent to Anaria Dovane, Regent of
Danae, Shaurone. Anaria controlled the occupied zone that bordered her lands
and fronted on Hoon's Valley. It took another week to work out the details,
but during that time, Anaria's people had discovered the remains of her
daughter who had been murdered by Mephistis. Every thing started to fall into
place. Readers confirmed Mephistis' part in the murder by comparing genetic
material gathered from the other victims along his line of march from
Dragonshead to Danae. Anaria's grief quickly became rage and she marshaled her
substantial forces for an assault from the south. Nothing and no one was
getting out of Hoon's Valley. The Sharani would hit them from the south at the
same time that the fireborn and the Valdren invaded from the north. They would
neither ask nor give quarter.
* * * *
Jumpfree, Aejys, and Skelly winged past the mountain. They could see the heat
still rising from it. They flew for hours before they saw green fields again.
"What do you think?" Aejys asked. "Can you get them this far?"
Jumpfree considered. "Yes. If we get them as close to the other end of the
burn as we can."
"Come on, Skelly, let's go down, and have a look around." Aejys flew down,
lighting in a meadow. The grass was a rich, healthy green, carpeted with white
flowers. Aejys shivered, she had never seen them grow so thick. "Asphodel,"
she breathed the word, the hair rising on her arms. She walked across the
meadow into the trees. The flowers grew beneath the trees, deep in shadow
where they should not have been for want of light and yet there they were. She
ran back into the open and took wing, feeling a pressure in her chest,
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skimming the ground. Every inch, no matter how far she flew across the gorge,
was covered in asphodel  the flower of death.
Jumpfree followed her closely, his head tilted, frowning in puzzlement. He
did a loop-the-loop to stroke her wings.
"Why do you do that?"
"Because they're pretty," he said. "Is something wrong down there?"
"Those flowers are asphodel."
"Is that bad?"
"They're death flowers, young one," Skelly supplied.
"Do they kill people?" Jumpfree asked.
"No," Aejys told him, putting on speed and flying back toward Norendel. "They
grow on battlefields and places where people have died in large numbers. Do
you have any idea how much blood has to have soaked the soil to have produced
so many flowers?"
"Oooooooh!"
* * * *
Aejys sat at the small table beside Josiah and Laurelyanne with Soren,
Tagalong, and Borian. Jumpfree sat cross-legged on a chest near the flap
beside Dynarien.
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