Cursor's Fury (Codex Alera #3)(47)

"He's one fool," Amara replied. "We knew when we set out to come here that there would be plenty of them around."

"Yes. I just didn't think that one of them would be the Senator holding the purse strings for all the Crown funds for the Legions." Bernard shook his head. "And he has a following. Maybe I should have let him strut a bit."

"If you had, you wouldn't be you," Amara replied. "Besides, you struck a solid note with the active duty soldiers here. They're the ones whose opinions will matter most."

"They're also the ones who will suffer the most from budget cuts," Bernard said. "It's hard to fight anyone when your equipment is wearing out and falling apart around you. Much less something like the vord."

"And would kissing up to the Senator make him more likely to increase the gold allowed to the Legions in order to increase their scouts and other auxiliary troops?"

"Perhaps not," Bernard admitted.

"Then don't gnaw at it. You've done what you can. And I should imagine that the cadets who were here will be talking about the way you dropped that challenge to the Senator for years. A source of long-term amusement."

"At least I accomplished something positive. Why didn't you say so?"

She laughed and took his arm as they left the lecture hall and strolled across the campus.

He smiled and tilted his head at her. "You look... I don't know. Happy, today. You haven't stopped smiling."

"I don't look happy," she said.

"No?"

"No, Your Excellency." She took a deep breath, then said, "I look late."

He stared at her blankly for a moment. "You look..." Then his eyes widened. "Oh. Oh!"

She looked up at her husband and smiled. For a moment, she thought her heart might simply fly from her chest and take to the sky. She couldn't resist a little skip and a burst of wind from Cirrus, which carried her seven or eight feet off the ground, spun her about in a dancer's twirl, and dropped her back down to Bernard's side.

His smile stretched ear to ear. "Are you... I mean. Are you sure?"

"As much as anyone can be, this soon," she replied. "Perhaps you were right all along. This is the first time we've been together for more than a few days at a stretch."

Bernard let out a laugh, picked her up, and all but crushed her against him in a bearish embrace, drawing stares from cadets passing between classes all around them. Amara reveled in it. It was when she felt his strength, that casual, enormous power, that she felt the most soft, the most yielding-the most feminine, she supposed. He made her feel beautiful. Granted she wore a sword at her hip, and could use it to deadly effect if necessary-but it made it no less pleasant to feel otherwise for a time.

"I do need to breathe," she murmured a moment later.

He laughed and put her down again, and they kept walking together, now very close, his side pressed to hers, his arm around her shoulders. "How long have we been here?"

"Six weeks," Amara murmured. "As you well know."

"Has it been that long?" Bernard asked.

She gave him a look from beneath lowered lashes. "It can be difficult to judge the passing of time when one so seldom leaves his bedchamber, my lord."

He let out a low, pleased sound, something between a chuckle and a contented growl. "That's hardly my fault. The outside world holds little to interest me compared to the company I keep there."

"My lord," she said, miming a shocked face. "Whatever could you mean?"