The Sharing Knife - Beguilement Part 18

"Do you-if you want-"

"I won"t say, trust me trust me. I will say, try try me," he whispered into her curls. "Try me." me," he whispered into her curls. "Try me."

For a one-handed man, he did this awfully awfully well, she thought muzzily a few minutes later, her face pressed into the pillow. Memory seemed to melt out of her brain altogether. The bed creaked as he moved off it briefly, and she opened one eye, well, she thought muzzily a few minutes later, her face pressed into the pillow. Memory seemed to melt out of her brain altogether. The bed creaked as he moved off it briefly, and she opened one eye, don't let him get away don't let him get away, but he returned in a moment. A slight gurgle, a cool splash pooling on the inward curve of her back, the scent of chamomile and clover...

"Oh, you got some of that nice oil." She thought a moment. "When?"

"Seven days ago."

She m.u.f.fled a snicker.

"Hey, a patroller should be prepared for any emergency."

"Is this an emergency?"

"Just give me a bit more time, Spark, and we"ll see... Besides, it"s good for my hand, which tends to get rough. You don"t want hangnails catching in tender places, trust me on that."

The oil did change the texture of his touch as he worked his way smoothly down to her toes, turned her over, and started back up.

Hand. Soon supplemented with tongue, in very tender and surprising places indeed. His touch was like silk, there, there, there there? ah! She jerked in surprise, but eased back. So, this was making love making love. It was all very nice, but it seemed a bit one-sided.

"Shouldn"t it be your turn?" she asked anxiously.

"Not yet," he said, rather m.u.f.fled. " "M pretty happy where I am. And your ground is flowing almost right, now. Let me, let me just..."

Minutes flew. Something Something was swirling through her, like some astonis.h.i.+ngly sweet emergency. was swirling through her, like some astonis.h.i.+ngly sweet emergency.

His touch grew firmer, swifter, surer. Her eyes closed, her breath came faster, and her spine began to arch. Then her breath caught, and she went rigid, silent, openmouthed, as the sensation burst from her, climbing up to white out her brain, to rush like a tide to her fingers and toes, and ebb.

Her back eased, and she lay shaking and amazed. "Oh." When she could, she raised her head and stared down over her body, strange new landscape that it had become. Dag was up on one elbow, watching her in return, eyes black and bright, with a grin on his face bordering on smug.

"Better?" he inquired, as if he didn"t know.

"Was that some... some Lakewalker magic?" No wonder folks tried to follow these people to the ends of the world.

"Nope. That was Little Spark magic. All your own."

A hundred mysteries seemed to fly up and away like a flock of startled birds into the night.

"No wonder wonder people want to do this. It all makes much more sense now..." people want to do this. It all makes much more sense now..."

"Indeed." He crawled up the bed to kiss her again. The taste of herself on his lips, mixed with the scent of chamomile and clover, was a little disturbing, but she valiantly kissed him back.

Then brushed her lips across his enthralling cheekbones, his eyelids, definite chin, and back to his mouth, as she giggled helplessly. She could feel an answering rumble from deep in his chest as she lay across him.

She had brushed against him, but she had not yet touched touched him. It was surely his turn now. him. It was surely his turn now.

Hands should work two ways. She sat up, blinking against dizziness.

He stretched out straight and smiled up, his crinkling eyes now resting inquiringly on her, downright inviting, in an unhurried sort of way. He lay open to her, to her gaze, in a way that astonished her anew. All but his mysterious ground, of course. That was beginning to seem an unfair advantage. Where to begin, how how to begin? She recalled how he had started. to begin? She recalled how he had started.

"May I... touch you too?"

"Please," he breathed.

It might be mere mimicry, but it was a start, and once started, acquired its own momentum.

She kissed her way down and up his body, and arrived back at the middle.

Her first tentative touch made him jerk and catch his breath, and she s.h.i.+ed back.

"No, it"s all right, go on," he huffed. "I"m a little, um, sensitized just at the moment. It"s good. Almost anything you can do is good."

"Sensitized. Is that what you call it?" Her lips curled up.

"I"m trying to be polite polite, Spark."

She tried various touches, strokes, and grips, wondering if she was doing this right. Her hands felt clumsy and rather too small. The occasional catches of his breath were not very informative, she thought, though once in a while his hand covered hers to squeeze some silent suggestion. Was that gasp pleasure or pain? His apparent endurance for pain was a bit frightening, when she thought about it. "Can I try your oil on my my hands?" hands?"

"Certainly! Although... this may be over rather quickly if you do."

She hesitated. "Couldn"t we... do it again? Sometime?"

"Oh yes. I"m very renewable. Just not very fast. Not"-he sighed-"as quick as when I was younger, anyway. Though that"s mostly been to my advantage, tonight." yes. I"m very renewable. Just not very fast. Not"-he sighed-"as quick as when I was younger, anyway. Though that"s mostly been to my advantage, tonight."

And mine. His patience humbled her. "Well, then..."

The oil made her hands slip and slide in ways that intrigued her and seemed to please him, too. She grew more daring. That That, for example, made him jerk, no, convulse, much as he"d done to her a while ago.

"Brave Spark!" he gasped.

"Is that good?"

"Yes..."

"Figured if you thought it would please me, it might be something that pleased you, too."

"Clever girl," he crooned, his eyes closing again.

She chilled. "Please don"t make fun of me."

His eyes opened, and his brows drew in; he raised his head from the pillow and frowned down over his torso at her. "Wasn"t. You have one of the hungriest minds it"s ever been my pleasure to meet. You may have been starved of information, but your wits are as sharp as a blade."

She caught her breath, lest it escape as a sudden surprised sob. His words could not be true, but oh oh they sounded so nice to hear! they sounded so nice to hear!

At her shocked look, he added a little impatiently, "Come, child, you can"t be that bright and not know it."

"Papa said I must be a fool to ask so many questions all the time."

"Never that." His head tilted, and his eyes took on that uncanny inward look. "There"s a deep, dark place in your ground just there. Major fissure and blockage. I... it"s not going to be the work of an hour to find the bottom of that one, I"m afraid."

She gulped. "Then let"s set it aside with the rest of the stones, for now. It"ll wait." She bent her head. "I"m neglecting you."

"I won"t argue with that..."

Tongues, she discovered, worked like fingers on fellows quite as well, if differently, as they worked on ladies. Well, then. What would happen if she did this this and also and also this this and and that that at the same time... at the same time...

She found out. It was fascinating to watch. Even from the oblique angle of view down here she could see his expression grow so inward it might have been a trance. For a moment, she wondered if levitation were a Lakewalker magical skill, for he seemed about to rise off the bed.

"Are you all right?" she asked anxiously, when his body stopped shuddering. "Your forehead got all wrinkled up funny there for a minute, when your, um, back curved up like that."

His hand waved while he regained his breath; his eyes stayed squeezed shut, but finally opened again. "Sorry, what? Sorry. Was waiting for all those white sparks on the insides of my eyelids to finish exploding. That That wasn"t something to miss." wasn"t something to miss."

"Does that often happen?"

"No. No, indeed."

"Are you all right?" she repeated.

His grin lit his face like a streak of fire. "All right? I think I"m downright astounding astounding." From an angle of attack that would seem to allow, at best, a wallow, he lunged up and wrapped both arms around her, and dragged her back down to his chest, heedless of the mess they"d made. It was his turn to kiss her face all over. Laughter turned to accidental touching, to- "Dag, you"re ticklish ticklish."

"No, I"m not. Or only in certain aiee aiee!" When he got his breath back, he added, "You"re fiendish, Spark. I like that in a woman. G.o.ds. I haven"t laughed this much in... I can"t remember."

"I like how you giggle."

"I was not giggling giggling. That would be undignified in a man of my years."

"What was that noise, then?"

"Chortling. Yes, definitely. Chortling."

"Well," she decided, "it looks good on you. Everything looks good on you." She sat up on her elbow and let her gaze travel the long route down his body and back. "Nothing looks good on you, too. It"s most unfair." looks good on you, too. It"s most unfair."

"Oh, as if you you aren"t sitting there looking, looking..." aren"t sitting there looking, looking..."

"What?" she breathed, sinking back into his grip.

"Naked. Edible. Beautiful. Like spring rain and star fire."

He drew her in again; their kisses grew longer, lazier. Sleepier. He made a great effort, and reached out and turned off the lamp. Soft summer-night air stirred the curtains. He flung the sheet up and let it settle over them. She cuddled into his arm, pressing her ear to his chest, and closed her eyes.

To the ends of the world, she thought, melting into deeper darkness.

Chapter 12.

Dag spent the radiant summer dawn proving beyond doubt to Fawn that her last night"s first-in-a-lifetime experience needn"t be a once-in-a-lifetime experience. When they woke from the ensuing sated nap, it was midmorning. Dag seriously considered the merits of lying low till the patrols had taken their planned departure, but unexpectedly sharp hunger drove both him and Fawn to rise, wash, dress, and go see if breakfast was still to be had downstairs.

Fawn entered the staircase ahead of Dag and turned sideways to let Utau, clumping up to collect more gear to load, pa.s.s her by. Dag smiled brightly at his sometime-linker. Utau"s head cranked over his shoulder in astonishment, and he walked into the far wall with a m.u.f.fled thud, righted himself, and wheeled to stare. Prudently deciding to ignore that, Dag followed Fawn before Utau could speak. Dag suspected he needed to get better control of his stretching mouth, as well as of his sparking ground. A responsible, mature, respected patroller should not walk about grinning and glowing like some dementedly carved pumpkin.

It was like to frighten the horses.

Mari"s patrol was slated to ride north and pick up their pattern again where it had been broken off almost two weeks ago by the call for aid. With his patrol"s purse newly topped off by the Gla.s.sforgers, Chato planned to continue on his mission to purchase horses from the limestone country south of the Grace. He would be slowed on the first leg by a wagon to carry Saun and Reela, neither quite ready to ride yet; the pair were to finish convalescing at a Lakewalker camp that controlled a ferry crossing down on the river, and be picked up again on the return journey. Both patrols had planned their removals for the crack of noon, a merciful hour. Dag sensed Chato"s moderating influence at work. Mari was perfectly capable of ordering a dawn departure after a bow-down, then concealing her evil hilarity behind a rod-straight face as her bleary troop stumbled out. Mari was far and away Dag"s favorite relative, but that was a pretty low fence to get over, and he prayed to the absent G.o.ds that he might avoid her altogether this morning.

After breakfast Dag helped lug the last of Saun"s gear to the wagon, and turned to find his prayers, as usual, unanswered. Mari stood holding the reins of her horse, staring at him in mute exasperation.

He let his eyebrows rise, trying desperately not to smile. Or worse, chortle. "What?"

She drew a long breath, but then just let it out. "Besotted fool. There"s no more use trying to talk to you this morning than to those twittering wrens in that elm across the yard. I said my piece. I"ll see you back in camp in a few weeks. Maybe the novelty will have worn off by then, and you"ll have your wits back, I don"t know. You can do your own blighted explaining to Fairbolt, is all I can say."

Dag"s back straightened. "That I will."

"Eh!" She turned to gather her reins, but then turned back, seriousness replacing the aggravation in her eyes. "Be careful of yourself in farmer country, Dag."

He would have preferred a tart dressing-down to this true concern, against which he had no defense. "I"m always careful."

"Not so"s I ever noticed," she said dryly. Silently, Dag offered her a leg up, which she accepted with a nod, settling in her saddle with a tired sigh. She was growing thinner, he thought, these last couple of years. He gave her a smile of farewell, but it only made her lean on her pommel and lower her voice to him. "I"ve seen you in a score of moods, including foul. I"ve never before seen you so plain happy. Enough to make an old woman weep, you are... Take care of that little girl, too, then."

"I plan to."

"Huh. Do you, now." She shook her head and clucked her horse forward, and Dag belatedly recalled his last statement to her on the subject of plans.

But he could almost watch himself being displaced in her head with the hundred details a patrol leader on duty must track-as well he remembered. Her gaze turned to sweep over the rest of her charges, checking their gear, their horses, their faces; judging their readiness, finding it enough to go on with. This day. Again.

Fawn had been helping Reela, apparently one of the several dozen people, or so it seemed to Dag, that Fawn had managed to make friends of in this past week. The two young women bade each other cheery good-byes, and Fawn popped down off the wagon to come stand with him as he watched his patrol form up and trot out through the gateway. At least as many riders gave a parting wave to her as to him. In a few minutes, Chato"s patrol too mounted up and wheeled out, at a slower pace for the rumbling wagon. Saun waved as enthusiastic a farewell as his injuries permitted. Silence settled in the stable yard.

Dag sighed, caught as usual between relief to be rid of the whole maddening lot of them, and the disconcerting loneliness that always set in when he was parted from his people. He told himself that it made no sense to be shaken by both feelings simultaneously. Anyway, there were more practical reasons to be wary when one was the only Lakewalker in a townful of farmers, and he struggled to wrap his usual guarded courtesy back about himself. Except now with Fawn also inside.

The horse boys disbanded toward the tack room or the back door to the kitchen, walking slowly in the humidity and chatting with each other.

"Your patrollers weren"t so bad," said Fawn, staring thoughtfully out the gate. "I didn"t think they"d accept me, but they did."

"This is patrol. Camp is different," said Dag absently.

"How?"

"Eh..." Weak plat.i.tudes rose to his mind, Time will tell, Don't borrow trouble Time will tell, Don't borrow trouble. "You"ll see."

He felt curiously loath to explain to her, on this bright morning, why his personal war on malices wasn"t the sole reason that he volunteered for more extra duty than any other patroller in Hickory Lake Camp. His record had been seventeen straight months in the field without returning there, though he"d had to switch patrols several times to do it.

"Must we leave today, too?" asked Fawn.

Dag came to himself with a start and wrapped his arm around her, snugging her to his hip.