Cursor's Fury (Codex Alera #3)(268)

Lady Placida looked at both of them, then shook her head, a smile growing over her mouth. "I think I'm going to like you both very much," she said quietly. Then she bowed to them again, more deeply this time, and said. "I'll see to it. If you will excuse me?"

"Of course, " Amara said, bowing her head. "And thank you."

Bernard walked Lady Placida to the door, and returned to Amara. He stopped to regard her for a moment, pride in his eyes. Then he leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, on both eyes, on her lips. "I love you very much, you know."

Amara smiled back at him. "I love you, too."

"Time for something nice," he said, and slipped his arms beneath her. He picked her up lightly, carrying her to the bed.

"Bernard..." Amara began. "You drive me mad with lust, but today isn't the best time..."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Bernard replied. "But all that flying around in that little red silk number wasn't good for your skin." He laid her down on the bed and gently removed her clothes. Then he took a small jar from the night stand drawer and opened it. A warm scent, something like cinnamon, rose into the air. Bernard settled down on the bed beside her, and poured some of the jar's contents, some sort of scented oil, onto his palms. He rubbed his hands together for a moment and murmured, "The healer said this would be best to help your skin mend itself. Your legs first, I think."

Then his strong, warm hands began to slide over her legs, spreading oil over irritated, tender, dry skin. Amara felt herself melt into a puddle of contented exhaustion, and for the next hour or so, she just lay beneath his hands. He would move her limbs from time to time, and then he turned her over to take care of that side, too. The warmth of the oil, the sensation of his gentle hands on her worn muscles, the satisfying, heavy heat of the meal in her belly combined to keep her warm and send her into a languid torpor. She shamelessly reveled in it.

Amara woke up later with his arms around her, and she laid her cheek against his shoulder. It was dark. The only light came from the last embers of the fire.

"Bernard?" she whispered.

"I'm here, " he said.

Her throat swelled up, tightened, and she whispered, "I'm so sorry. I haven't ever been late before." She squeezed her eyes shut. "I didn't mean to disappoint you."

"Disappoint me?" Bernard murmured. "This just means that we'll have to try harder." His finger traced the line of her throat, and the touch sent a pleased little shiver through her. "And more often. I can't say I'm disappointed about that."

"But..."

He turned to her and kissed her mouth very gently. "Hush. There's nothing to forgive. And nothing has changed."

She sighed, closed her eyes, and rubbed her cheek against his warm skin. The various pains had eased, and she could feel drowsiness filling the void they left in her.

A thought occurred to her, just at the border of dreams and consciousness, and she heard herself sleepily murmur, "Something's missing."

"Hmmm?"

"Lady Aquitaine. She took Aldrick and Odiana to assist her."

"You're right. I was there."

"So why didn't she take Fidelias? He's her most experienced retainer, and he's done this kind of rescue mission a dozen times."

"Mmmm," Bernard said, his own voice thick with sleep. "Maybe she sent him somewhere else."

Maybe, Amara thought. But where?

The hour was late, and Valiar Marcus stood alone at the center of the Elinarch, staring quietly out over the river.