Conquest (3 page)

He stroked her hair, bent to run his lips along her bare shoulder. “I will show you the western caves, where the rocks glow with many colors, and the mountain streams where the slipper fish swim. And the groves where we gather kandali.

“What is kandali?”

“A kind of fruit we use in our cooking.”

“I’d like to taste it.”

“You will.”

She smiled, wondering if she’d get the chance to meet more of his people, wondering if perhaps his mother might teach her to cook the dishes he had liked when he was a child. “They said you come from a village deep in the great forest. Can we go there, too?”

His eyes clouded. “Not yet. Many of the men in my family have died in battle with your race. We will wait until I can tell their widows that we have gotten something good from this alliance.”

She nodded tightly, sorry that she had let her enthusiasm carry her too far too fast.

He left her to stir the fire once more, and she returned to sit on the rug. When he came back to her side, he touched his large hand gently to her cheek.

“Sometimes truth is painful. But we will deal with all things together. I want to know you. Not only your body but your mind,” he murmured.

“Yes. I want that, too.”

“In truth?” The question rumbled low in his chest.

“You said a husband and wife---mates---should never lie to each other.” She met his questioning gaze. “I think that’s a good policy.” She cleared her throat. “When you first came in, you said I was too small to bear your children. Are you still worried about that?”

To her amazement, his expression became slightly embarrassed. “I think I said it because I was nervous.”

“You?”

“I knew what you thought of me,” he growled. “You expected a beast. An animal. That is what your race thinks all Jalarans are.”

“My people are wrong,” she said, then added in a rush of words, “You are a man of honor and courage, a warrior. Yet you aren’t afraid to show tenderness to your mate in her bedchamber.”

She was amused and touched to see color rise in his dark cheeks. Reaching for his hand, she placed it over the spot where her heart beat in her chest. “You are a man to claim a woman’s heart.”

What does that mean?”

She gave him a little smile. “It’s an old expression from our home world. Earth. We speak of our romantic emotions as residing in our heart.”

He considered the concept for a moment. “I think I understand.”

“So I’ve taught you something of my people,” she teased. “And I can teach you more.”

He caught the light tone in her voice and arched one very bushy, dark brow. “Things such as?”

Her lips curved in a smile. “Like advanced forms of kissing.”

“Ah, yes,” he agreed, and he spoke the words with his lips only millimeters from hers.

PART II

THE UNKNOTTING

Elena sat in front of the dressing table brushing her hair. It had grown longer in the three months of her marriage, until it caressed the tops of her shoulders. Rohan loved to run his fingers through the golden strands, and it made her happy to give him what he wanted.

She put down the brush and smiled as she took in her vibrant reflection in the mirror. On her wedding night she had wrapped herself in furs to hide her body. Now she wore a translucent white gown that she knew would excite her husband’s blood---and add to both their pleasures.

But learning the joy of making love wasn’t the only new experience of her marriage. Rohan had expanded her world, literally as well as figuratively. She knew what it was to laugh and talk and share her intimate thoughts and feelings with another person. To argue and discuss and tease and play with a new and exciting freedom. They didn’t always agree. Yet they had learned to respect and trust each other.

And three times during her marriage, the Guardians had let her husband take her from the fortress, although always with a military escort. She guessed that the Guardians were using the trips to gather information about the planet, but Rohan didn’t seem to mind. He had kept his promises, and more---taking her to glowing caves deep in the mountains and to streams where transparent fish danced in icy water. And he had shown her hidden valleys and windswept plains where she had gathered rare medicinal plants, plants she was even now growing in her laboratories so she could test their properties.

But his latest trip he had made alone. For the past week, he had been touring a remote mining installation; and in his absence, the doctors had confirmed what she had only suspected before he left. She was pregnant---with his son. A shiver of anticipation crossed her skin as she thought about telling Rohan the exciting news. His broad chest would puff out, and his ferocious countenance would glow with pride. And her own pride would match his, because although there were other mated pairs, like her friend Sophia who was mated to Karn, she herself was the first woman in the colony to conceive in twenty years.

Elena’s smile softened, and a dreamy expression came over her features. Rohan had been right; the getting of this child had not been unpleasant. In fact, each time they had made love, the thrill of joining with him had shaken her to the depth of her soul. He had taught her the true meaning of mating. It wasn’t simply a joining of flesh to flesh but a bonding of the souls of a man and a woman committed to each other. Ironic that she should learn from a “savage” what her high-minded race, with all of its supposedly superior knowledge, did not seem to know.

As ironic as the scorn she experienced from her own kind for having lain with one of the enemy. The colonists wanted children, but they were repulsed by the means being used to produce them. Some---those who had opposed the plan for procreation and furtherance of their species---would never accept the human-Jalaran unions as legitimate marriages; indeed, thought they should be terminated. But Elena knew that it had been the luckiest day of her life, the day the Guardians had paired her with Rohan.

The door opened, and her warrior stepped into the room. The smile of welcome froze on her face, though, the moment she saw his expression in the mirror. She was out of her chair so quickly that it toppled over and hit the stone floor. Ignoring the clatter, she crossed the room in a few quick steps.

“What is it? What’s happened?” she asked, her fingers closing urgently over his massive forearms. “Is it your family? Tell me what I can do.”

It chilled her blood the way he stood stiffly, his hands at his sides, staring at her as if she were a stranger. She searched his dark eyes, and what she saw in their depths made her shiver as if a cold wind had blown into the room.

“Rohan? What is it? Tell me!”

“You have betrayed me,” he said, his voice low and grating.

Shocked, she shook her head in quick denial. “No! I would never do that.”

He answered with a harsh syllable she’d learned was a curse. Prying her fingers from his arms, he thrust her hands away from him.

She shook her head again, trying to understand this nightmare.

“Can you deny you made a pact with your lying Guardians?” he clarified.

The words hit her like missiles fired from one of his primitive weapons, and she took several shaky steps backward. To give herself something to do, she turned and picked up the fallen chair. Draped across the back was a shawl her grandmother had woven. She had thought she might use it to tease him in their love play; instead, she pulled it protectively around her shoulders and across her breasts.

It was hard to turn toward him again, hard to face the hurt and anger blazing in his eyes. “Explain what you mean,” she said.

He gave a harsh laugh. “I’m sure you already know. You signed an agreement. You and the rest of the women who mated with Jalaran men. You were warned to tell us nothing of your technology---nothing of use. The men sent to work with us were instructed to show us only things a child would learn in his first years at one of your schools. Do you deny that?”

She wanted to look away from his accusing gaze, but she kept her head high. “I---I was told by the Guardians that we should not discuss our technology, that the men you worked with would decide what to teach you.” She swallowed hard. “They said it was because . . . because we couldn’t judge what might be of strategic importance. That we might make a mistake. But it was innocent. We---“

He cut her off again. “You expect me to believe that?”

Her mouth was dry, and she had to swallow hard before she could speak. “You taught me never to lie to you.”

He snorted. “It would seem, however, that I did not teach you honor. I saw your name, Elena, on the piece of paper you signed.”

Her hands squeezed so tightly that she felt her fingernails digging into her flesh.

“Yes, I signed the paper thrust in front of me. But it’s not the way you’re making it sound. We were told it was important to go slowly with the project.”

When he only continued to give her that cold, hard stare, she went on urgently. “Rohan, the Council of Guardians is made up of old, suspicious men and women who have been frightened by years of war with the Jalarans. They have not lived with and come to know you as I have. The Guardians were afraid your leaders might have agreed to the matings to further some hidden agenda of their own---that you might have come here with ulterior motives. But I---that is, some of us have been working to change their opinion.”

“No.” Rohan spoke the single syllable without hesitation. “You wanted us for breeding stock, to give you children, but you never intended to give us anything in return.”

“Rohan, let me explain how it was,” she pleaded.

He shook his proud head. “Do not waste your breath. It is over. We are going home. I will find a true mate among my own kind.”

The terrible words fell on her like physical blows. She felt dizzy, and she reached behind her, her hand searching for---and finding---the edge of the dressing table to steady herself. Her breath was coming in little gasps, and her skin felt clammy.

Perhaps he didn’t want to listen, but she had to tell him. “I signed that paper before I ever met you, when I was frightened of what you might do to me.” She sucked in a ragged breath. “But really, I didn’t have any choice. We are not a free people. We do what the military dictates, or we suffer the consequences.”

“Then I am sorry for you,” he said. “But that does not excuse your actions.”

Her vision swam, but she was determined not to collapse in front of him. Jalarans respected strength and courage, and she did so want her warrior’s respect. “What about the vows we took?” she asked. “You said they bound us together.”

“You are the one who dishonored those vows.”

“No. I’ve been true and faithful to you.”

“In your fashion.”

She reached out, her hand stretching toward him, the news of the baby on her lips. In the next instant, though, she let her hand fall to her side, and the words went unspoken. If she told him of the baby, it might make him stop and think, but she couldn’t use the child to hold him to her. If he did not want her for herself, then she did not want him.

“It makes no difference that I love you?” she asked. “That I have been doing everything in my power to change the Guardians’ edict?”

She saw something flicker in his eyes. Something that gave her a tiny spark of hope. But before the spark could grow, he turned on his heel and left.

For a full minute, Elena stared at the closed door, listening to the silence Rohan had left in his wake. Then, with a strangled cry, she sank into the chair and burst into tears.

PART III

RESOLUTION

It was bitterly cold, so cold that the north wind swooping into the courtyard cut through Elena’s heavy furs and chilled her to the bone. Still, she came here often, because the air inside the stone corridors and living chambers of the fortress seemed stifling. As did the walls themselves. From here she could see the red sun hanging like a glowing coal in the sky and the craggy peaks of the distant mountains.

Rohan had taken her to the mountains. She cherished the memory of that trip. Yet she had never seen his home in the great forest. Nor would their son see it. Not ever.

Sorrow threatened to overwhelm her. Trying to outrun it, she moved rapidly along the stone walkway. She didn’t glance back, yet she knew that the guards, who kept her in view at all times, were following. Maybe they would freeze their worthless balls off out here, she thought with silent and bitter humor. What did they think she was going to do, climb over the wall and disappear with the precious baby whom the Guardians considered state property?

It had been three months since she’d seen her warrior or heard any word of him. Three months of dragging herself through each day as if it were an endless sentence. Damn the Guardians, she thought. Damn the timid, fearful society that had bred her. She didn’t belong here anymore. Not since Rohan had taught her to think differently. In truth, sometimes she did dream of running away, of going somewhere she could raise her son to be a warrior like his father.

But she had no place to go. It was only a dream, a refuge.

She knew that many called her a traitor, though never to her face. Maybe she was. Certainly she was changed, and she feared the changes in her behavior would make the Guardians decide it was best to take her baby away from her as soon as he was weaned. Her hands squeezed into fists. They didn’t know her strength. She’d fight to keep him, fight to keep what was hers, because he was all she had left.

Behind her she heard a startled gasp. Whirling, she strained to see through the dim light. One of her guards had fallen to the ground. The other was drawing his weapon, but he was too late. A hooded figure stepped out from behind a stone pillar and grabbed him around the neck. He grunted and went down, his weapon flying from his hand. Before it landed on the ground, the assailant grabbed it and began running toward her.

She might have screamed for help. Instead, she kept silent, nor did she struggle as he scooped her into his arms and slung her over his shoulder. Dashing along the walkway, he darted into a depression between the stone walls, where a low doorway had appeared, though she knew there had been no sign of one. At least, no apparent sign.