Standing she kissed him, her tongue pushing into his mouth, and he tasted himself on her. Then without a word she rinsed them both again with the fragrant water. “Shall I sleep by your side tonight, my lord Magnus?” she asked him sweetly.

“Aye,” he managed to grind out as he took her hand to lead her to his bedchamber.

He was confused. Never before had he felt himself out of control, and yet he had been in those few minutes in which Lara had pleasured him so wildly and so sweetly. He had been driven almost mad by her warm mouth, her facile tongue. He was not certain he liked being out of control, and in her care. Oh, other women had done to him what she had done. But never so completely.

“What is it?” she asked as she climbed into his bed. “Did I not please you?”

“If you had pleased me any more I should have died,” he told her honestly, “but I felt I had no command of our passion.”

Lara laughed softly. “You didn’t,” she told him. “I was in complete authority, Magnus. Did it frighten you to be dominated, my lord Dominus?”

“Faerie witch,” he said looming over her. “I was not so much frightened as surprised to find myself in such a position.”

“Women often find themselves in such a position, Magnus, but as confusing as it was to you, you trusted me. Trust will be the cornerstone of our love,” she told him.

“Who taught you that?” he wanted to know.

“Kaliq and his brothers,” Lara answered him. Then seeing the look on his face she continued, “I will never lie to you, Magnus. I do not love Kaliq, but he is my mentor. I need him, for I know I have not yet attained my full powers. I use my powers for good, and what lies ahead of me, of us, is yet shrouded even to my eyes. But I know I will need all those powers and all my strength to fight the darkness that is coming.”

“And I will stand by your side to fight with you, my faerie love,” he promised her. “I know I have no cause to fear or be jealous of the Shadow Prince, but I am only a mortal, Lara. Mortals are weak. They can be tempted by all kinds of emotions.”

“I know,” she replied, “but I will try not to give you cause to be tempted. Unless, of course, you wish to be tempted by me,” Lara teased him.

“You have exhausted me, faerie witch,” he chuckled, “and I am not ashamed to admit it.” He pulled her into his arms so that her golden head rested upon his shoulder. “Go to sleep now, Lara. You must speak with your allies tomorrow, and we must prepare to bring your Outland clans to Terah before the winter sets in.”

Lara fell asleep, a hundred thoughts whirling about in her mind. Awakening with the dawn she felt logy, and she had a headache. Rising, she found her gown in the garden and hurried back through the castle to her room in the Women’s Quarters. Magnus’s family would be departing in a few hours, and Lady Persis had promised her blessing. She needed to look like a woman worthy to be the Domina of Terah, and not like something spat out by the sea on the shore of the fjord.

She stripped off her gown and quickly washed her face and hands. Then she took up her brush, and brushed her long golden hair until it was silken smooth again, free of its tangles. Carefully she plaited her hair into a single thick braid, fastening the end with a small bejeweled silver band. Then she chose a gown of sky-blue from her wardrobe, and put it on along with a pair of silver sandals. She could hear the sounds of the other women stirring. She hurried from her chamber and into the day room to find the servants bringing forth food for a meal.

“Is there enough variety, my lady?” a servant asked her.

“Should you not ask the lady Sirvat?” she said, and then she remembered that Sirvat no longer inhabited the Women’s Quarters. She lived in her own apartment with her husband. She blushed. “Yes, yes, there is an excellent variety,” she told the servant. Obviously the servants had begun to consider her the lady of the castle. How interesting.

Lady Persis, followed by her daughters Narda and Aselma, entered the chamber calling their good mornings. Lara responded, gesturing them to take their places at the table. The Dominus’s mother looked approvingly at the display of foods decorating the table. Catching Lara’s eyes she nodded with a smile.

“Oh, honey cakes!” Aselma said reaching for the plate containing them.

“Will you always have that sweet tooth?” Narda said almost critically.

Aselma bit into the delicacy, a smile lighting up her face. “Yes,” she said.

“Girls,” Lady Persis murmured warningly. She turned to Lara. “Do you have sisters?” she asked.

“Nay, but I have two half brothers. Mikhail is my father’s son by my stepmother, Susanna. He was still a baby when I left the City. Cirilo is my mother’s son by her consort. He will rule the Forest Faeries one day,” Lara explained. She noted that both Narda and Aselma had grown wide-eyed as she spoke. “I hardly know either of them, but my mother will rule for many years, I know.”

“Your mother is a queen?” Lady Persis inquired.

“Did Magnus not tell you? My mother is Ilona, queen of the Forest Faeries in Hetar. That is where I have obtained my faerie blood. My father is a Crusader Knight.”

“What is that?” Narda could not contain her curiosity.

“In Hetar the military leaders are called Crusader Knights. They command an army of common soldiers called Mercenaries. My father was a Mercenary who ascended into the ranks of the Crusader Knights at the tri-annual tournament for new leaders. I was sold into slavery in order that he have his opportunity.”

“You were a slave?” Aselma did not know whether to be shocked or not.

“Briefly,” Lara replied. “Why, Aselma, you have hardly eaten a thing, and you have a long journey ahead of you today. In fact you must leave soon if you are to reach your own home by nightfall.”

Lady Persis smiled to herself. Her son’s bride-to-be was clever to change the subject from herself to Aselma so easily. She watched as her daughters quickly ate their meal. Her eyes met Lara’s briefly, and a small smile touched the younger woman’s lips. Lady Persis almost laughed aloud, but had she done so she would have had to explain the jest to her daughters, and they seemed to lack her acuity.

When the Dominus’s mother and sisters were ready to depart Magnus escorted them down to the waterside. There in the presence of many witnesses Lady Persis gave her blessing to her son, and to Lara. She bid Sirvat and Corrado farewell, wishing them long life and many children. Her elder daughters did the same, but Sirvat was more stranger than sibling to them. Then Lady Persis and her family embarked upon their vessels and sailed off down the fjord.

“Well, I suppose I won’t see her for another few years,” Sirvat said sharply.

“She’ll come when you have your first child,” Lara assured her friend.

“She’ll come before then,” the Dominus said. “Do you think she would miss our wedding, faerie woman?”

“Ohh, when are you getting married?” Sirvat asked excitedly.

“Soon!” the Dominus said.

“I don’t know yet,” Lara said.

Corrado chuckled. “I see no meeting of the minds has been achieved between you both. But then, the wedding of a Dominus should be a grand event, and it does take time to plan such an event.”

“There are other considerations,” Lara murmured.

“And conditions which will be met,” Magnus said.

“First,” Lara replied with emphasis.

“Agreed,” the Dominus promised.

“I will help you with the planning,” Sirvat said. “We could start today!”

Lara laughed. “Your bridegroom is just home from the sea, and you would leave him to plan a wedding for which a date hasn’t even been set?”

Together the two couples walked from the fjord quayside back to the platform that would bring them back into the castle itself. Stepping on it they were raised up by the giant whose task it was to operate the lift.

“You love him. He loves you,” Sirvat said. “What else matters?”

“Go and take pleasures with your bridegroom, little sister,” the Dominus said as they stepped from the platform and reentered the castle proper. “Lara and I need to talk.”

He held out his hand, and Lara placed her small hand into his big one. When they had arrived at the Dominus’s private quarters, and were once again alone, Magnus asked her, “Must you contact Prince Kaliq on the dream plane? Can you not reach him another way?”

“I have never attempted to call him through other means, but I could try, my lord Dominus,” Lara said. He was jealous, and she knew it. Yet it accomplished no purpose to allow him to become antagonistic towards Kaliq. “My mother taught me a thought spell to bring an individual into my presence. I have never used it for I enjoy the dream plane, but if it will content you I will use it now.”

“I trust you!” he said quickly.

“I know.” Lara smiled. “Now take me to an enclosed chamber so none may see what I am doing. Would you like to remain?”

“No,” he said quickly. Then he led her to a small windowless room within his own apartments. “I will await you outside the door,” he said.

“Good, for I may seek your counsel while I speak with Kaliq,” Lara told him. Then she kissed his mouth softly and entered the little chamber, closing the door behind her. Looking about she saw there were two carved chairs, and a table inlaid in mother-of-pearl. A tapestry hung upon one wall. It was obvious this place was used for conversations of the utmost privacy. She turned toward a smooth blank wall, and silently thought the spell.

Kaliq of the Shadows heed my call. Come to me from out yon wall.

Lara waited, and then just as she was considering that perhaps the spell had not worked the Shadow Prince appeared. “Magnus is jealous of the dream plane,” she explained before he could ask.

“Mortals,” the Shadow Prince murmured wearily. “Now tell me what it is you need of me, my love.”

“You know that I believe my destiny is to prevent another war between Hetar and the Outlands,” she began. “It is now time to accomplish that.”

“It is,” Kaliq agreed. “I told you we cannot hold back Hetar for much longer. The effort has weakened us, Lara. We must soon let go if we are to regain our strength.”

“Will Gaius Prospero invade before the winter?” Lara wondered.

“Nay, there is no indication of it, and we would know if there were,” Kaliq said.

“All indications are that he plans his invasion as a spring event. And he will not come through the mountains this time. He will come through the Coastal Kingdom.”

“What?” Lara was shocked. “Archeron would never permit it.”

“Archeron is very ill, and Arcas now rules in his name. I believe Archeron is being poisoned slowly to make his death appear a natural sickening. It is said he has never recovered from his wife’s death,” the Shadow Prince explained.

“Arcas is ever the fool,” Lara responded. “He imperils their secret by allowing Hetarians of other provinces into the coastal lands. And that will endanger us.”

“He has ordered that come the spring none of their trading vessels may set sail. And he even plans to hide the ships up the coast from the palaces of the kings so Hetar’s armies may not see them,” Kaliq continued. “We have our spies listening and watching.”

“So Hetar will invade through the Felan lands,” Lara said slowly. “It is a good plan, Kaliq. The Felan clan families are gentle folk, and as mild as their sheep unless provoked. Such an attack would be totally unexpected. Hetar could easily sweep through the Outlands through the Felan first, and then attack the Tormod and Piaras from two sides. They would wipe them out, for Gaius Prospero will certainly hold a grudge against them for the last defeat he suffered at their hands. He could set an example to all who would consider defiance by annihilating those two clan families. The rest he will enslave, and many more will die rather than suffer such a fate.”

“We have the strength to move the Outlands and their people here to Terah now,” Kaliq said quietly. “If we do it quickly we can spend the winter regaining our energies so we may be of use in the future. Gaius Prospero has rebuilt a huge mercenary force by promising them much when spring comes. If he does not deliver they will kill him. He has wheedled and bribed many, Lara. Hetar is close to anarchy.”

“I will have to return to the Outlands to speak with the leaders of the High Council, Kaliq. I must go and come by means of magic for there is no other way as we have not much time. It is almost autumn, and the Gathering will soon be held. That is a good place for me to meet with them.”

“And the Dominus?”

“We must bring him with us, Kaliq. He desires to meet the clan family lords,” Lara said.