The Saracen: The Holy War Part 7
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Simon sighed and took her hand gently and held it resting on his thigh.
"Why does it have to be Cardinal Ugolini who is your uncle?"
"If not for my Uncle Adelberto I would not be here and we would never have met," she said.
"You are so beautiful," he said.
The adoration in his eyes was like a dagger in her heart. She wanted so much for it to be for her, and it was for a woman who did not exist.
_I am so far from what he thinks I am. Michael and Manfred treated me like a wh.o.r.e. David sends me to seduce this man who is his enemy._
And that, she thought, was why she so much hated to see what had happened to Rachel, and to know that David had done it and that she herself had a hand in it.
"You will never come back to Orvieto, will you?" she said disconsolately.
His grip on her hand tightened. "No. That is why I wanted to meet you today. Tell me--if your uncle goes to Perugia to follow the pope, will you go with him?"
She let her body lean sideways till she was pressed against him. "Oh, I am sure my uncle will go. He is the cardinal camerlengo, after all. As for me, I would go if I thought I would see you there."
His head drew down toward hers. "Do you care for me that much?"
"I have never known love like this, Simon. My husband was kind to me, and I was sorry when he died, but the way I feel about you is different. I think I will die if I do not know when I can see you again."
Joy lit up his thin face, and she despised herself. "I will find you, Sophia. I will be gone for months. But I will ride like the wind, and when I come back it will be to Perugia."
_He must be going to France!_ He was traveling with but one man, so as to go faster. The Tartars had nearly been killed in the Filippeschi uprising, but he would be leaving them for _months_.
Only one thing could be more important to Simon than the lives of the two Tartars, and that was what the Tartars represented.
The pope must be offering to approve the alliance. Simon must be carrying the message.
_When I tell David about this, he will ride after Simon and kill him._
Her thoughts began to race. Even if Simon were stopped, was it not still too late to keep the Franks and the Tartars from joining forces? No, probably not, because the pope was dying. If this alliance were not settled now, the talking and deciding would have to begin all over again, with a new pope.
Could she seduce Simon into abandoning his mission altogether, running off with her? No, he would never betray so great a trust, not even for love of her.
"I swear to you, I will find you, I will see you again, Sophia," he was saying. "Believe me."
_You will not live long enough._
"I do believe you, Simon." Her loathing for herself grew stronger.
Now his arms were around her, and he was pressing her back, away from the tree trunk and down onto the soft bed of pine needles.
His open mouth was against hers, his lips devouring hers. His hands caressed her shoulders and her back, moving ceaselessly. One hand slid around and held her breast, and she heard his little indrawn breath of pleasure. It must feel good to him, she thought. It felt good to be touched there, and she pushed back against his hand. She felt her body relax and grow warm. It had been so long--nearly a year--since a man had held her in his arms.
_I need this as much as any man does. Men can go to wh.o.r.es, but where can I go?_
She loved the feel of his strong arms around her as she lay beside him.
He moved so that his whole length was pressed against her, and now he did not seem any taller than she was. She felt the hardness at his groin that he pressed against her leg, and she felt an answering heat within herself.
_No!_
_I cannot let this man make love to me and then send David after him to kill him. I cannot, I cannot. I would hate myself forever._
She felt her body opening to him, felt her bone-deep need of him. If they came together now, it would be love, not the love she felt for David, but love even so. And if she condemned him to death then, she would destroy herself. But if she did not tell David where Simon was going, she would betray him, and bring ruin down on his people and her own. If she let Simon make love to her, she would be so torn that afterward she would probably go mad.
He was already partly on top of her, and she wriggled away from him, pus.h.i.+ng at him.
"Stop it!" There was a power in her voice that she had not intended to unleash. She was no longer Cardinal Ugolini's sweet little niece, Sophia Orfali from Sicily, but Sophia Karaiannides, the woman of Byzantium.
A hand's width of s.p.a.ce separated their faces. Her voice seemed to freeze him. He stared at her as if he were seeing a stranger.
Then anger blazed up in his eyes. His arms tightened. Those arms seemed so lean, but the strength in them was like steel chains drawn tight. She clenched her fists and locked her bent arms in front of her to keep him away. His lips drew back from his teeth and she felt his hot breath on her face.
_Frankish barbarian!_ she thought. Where only a moment ago she had wanted him, now she hated him. He was just like all those mail-clad savages who had destroyed Constantinople, stolen, raped, murdered her parents. Yes, and she had helped the Basileus Michael to drive them out, and she would kill this one too. Never would a union of Frankish and Tartar barbarians threaten her people. By this one man's death she could guarantee that.
With all the strength her anger gave her, she straightened her arms, pus.h.i.+ng him away. Her right arm free, she thrust her open palm against his jaw, forcing his head back.
"Let me go!" And again it was the powerful voice of Sophia Karaiannides.
"G.o.d's blood!" His eyes were wide, and there was amazement in them, no longer anger. He released her so suddenly she fell back, hard, against the floor of the forest.
Immediately he reached for her, but his hands were gentle once more, helping her to sit up.
He knelt before her. "Please forgive me." He sounded on the verge of tears. "Please. I lost command of myself."
Standing up, she brushed pine needles from the back of her skirt and her shawl. He moved to help her, and she pulled away.
"Sophia, I have never loved any woman as much as I love you."
"Nonsense. Simon, you have far to ride."
He moved around so that he was facing her, his usually pale face flushed, his chest heaving.
"Marry me, Sophia."
If he had struck her, she could not have been more astonished. But she quickly recovered herself. He thought he could have his way with her by offering marriage.
"Simon, I am not a woman whose legs can be parted by a promise of marriage." The note she heard in her voice distressed her. She was being too much her true, worldly self with him. If he were not deaf to everything but his own pa.s.sion, he would hear it, and he would suspect that she was not what she seemed to be.
She reminded herself: _I must seem to be awed that this great n.o.bleman speaks to me of marriage._
"You put it crudely," he said, his eyes narrowed with warmth. "To shock me, I suppose. But you defend your honor, and you speak plainly. I speak plainly too--I love you."
The sight of him standing there gazing at her with such yearning in his eyes was too painful. She kept thinking of herself telling David what she had learned today. She kept seeing this tall, handsome man lying dead in a ditch. She had to get away from him.
"The morning is well along," she said. "You had better get started if you want to cover much distance by nightfall. Where do you plan to spend this night?" She despised herself because she had asked the question to make it easier for David to trail him.
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