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er's to buy silk ribbon； and then to trail behind her as she started up toward Buckkeep。
At a certain bend in the path； overshadowed by trees； I caught up to her。 She gasped as I light…footed up behind her； to lift and swing her suddenly in my arms。 I landed her on her feet and kissed her soundly。 Why it felt so different to kiss her out of doors and under the bright sun； I cannot say。 I only know all my troubles suddenly fell from me。
I made a sweeping bow to her。 〃Will my lady join me for a brief repast？〃
〃Oh； we cannot；〃 she replied； but her eyes sparkled。 〃We'll be seen。〃
I made a great show of glancing about us； then seized her arm and pulled her from the road。 Beneath the trees there was not much underbrush。 I hurried her through the dripping trees； over a fallen log； and past a patch of buckbrush that clutched wetly at our legs。 When we came to the cliff's edge above the boom and susurrus of the ocean； we scrambled like children down the rock chimneys to get to a small sandy beach。
Driftwood was piled haphazardly in this nook in the bay。 An overhang of the cliffs had kept a small patch of sand and shale almost dry； but did not block the reaching sunbeams。 The sun shone now with surprising warmth。 Molly took the food and blanket from me； and manded that I assemble firewood。 She was the one who finally got the damp wood to burn； however。 The salt made it burn with greens and blues； and it gave enough heat that we both set aside our cloaks and hoods。 It was so good to sit with her and look at her out under the open sky； with the bright sun bringing out glints on her hair and the wind rosying her cheeks。 It was so good to laugh aloud； to mingle our voices with the cries of the gulls without fear of awakening anyone。 We drank the wine from the bottle； and ate with our fingers； and then walked down to the waves' edge to wash the stickiness from our hands。
For a brief time we scrambled about on the rocks and driftwood； looking for treasures tossed up by the storm。 I felt more like myself than I had since I had returned from the Mountains； and Molly looked very much the wild maiden of my childhood。 Her hair came unbraided and blew about her face。 She slipped when I chased her； and stumbled into a tide pool。 We went back to the blanket； where she took off her shoes and hose to let them dry by the fire。 She leaned back on the blanket and stretched。
Taking things off suddenly seemed a very good idea。
Molly was not as sure of that as I。 〃There's fully as much stone as sand under this blanket。 I've no wish to go back with bruises up my back！〃
I leaned over her to kiss her。 〃Am not I worth it？〃 I asked persuasively。
〃You？ Of course not！〃 She gave me a sudden push that sent me sprawling on my back。 Then she flung herself boldly atop me。 〃But I am。〃
The wild sparkle in her eyes as she looked down on me took my breath away。 After she had claimed me ruthlessly； I discovered she had been right； both about the rocks； and her being well worth the bruises。 I had never seen anything so spectacular as the blue sky glimpsed through the cascade of her hair over my face。
Afterward she lay more than half atop me and we dozed in the chill sweet air。 Eventually she sat up； shivering； to pull her clothing back around herself。 Reluctantly I watched her lace up her blouse again。 Darkness and candlelight had always hidden too much from me。 She looked down at my bemused look； stuck her tongue out at me； then paused。 My hair had e loose from its tail。 She pulled it forward to frame my face； then set a fold of her red cloak across my forehead。 She shook her head。 〃You would have been a singularly homely girl。〃
I snorted。 〃I am not so much better as a man； either。〃
She looked offended。 〃You are not ill…favored。〃 She traced a finger down the musculature of my chest speculatively。 〃The other day； in the washing courts； some were saying you were the best thing to e out of the stables since Burrich。 I think it is your hair。 It is not near as coarse as most Buck men。〃 She twined strands of it through her fingers。
〃Burrich！〃 I said with a snort。 〃You cannot tell me he is favored among the women！〃
She quirked a brow at me。 〃And why not？ He is a very well…made man； and clean and mannered besides。 He has good teeth； and such eyes！ His dark humors are daunting； but not a few would like to try their hands at lightening those。 The washing maids agreed that day that were he to turn up in their sheets； they would not hurry to shake him out。〃
〃But that is not likely to happen；〃 I pointed out。
〃No；〃 she agreed pensively。 〃That was another thing they agreed on。 Only one claimed to have ever had him； and she admitted he was very drunk at the time。 At a Springfest； I believe she said。〃 Molly glanced at me； then laughed aloud at the incredulous look on my face。 〃She said；〃 Molly went on teasingly； 〃 ‘He has used his time well amongst the stallions to learn their ways。 I carried the mark of his teeth on my shoulders for a week。' 〃
〃That cannot be；〃 I declared。 My ears burned for Burrich's sake。 〃He would not mistreat a woman； no matter how drunk he was。〃
〃Silly boy！〃 Molly shook her head over me as her nimble fingers set to braiding her hair up again。 〃No one said she was mistreated。〃 She glanced at me coyly。 〃Or displeased。〃
〃I still do not believe it；〃 I declared。 Burrich？ And the woman had liked it？
〃Has he really a small scar； here； shaped like a crescent moon？〃 She put her hand high on my hip and looked at me from under her lashes。
I opened my mouth； shut it again。 〃I cannot believe that women chatter of such things；〃 I said at last。
〃In the washing courts； they talk of little else；〃 Molly divulged calmly。
I bit my tongue until curiosity overwhelmed me。 〃What do they say of Hands？〃 When we had worked in the stables together； his tales of women had always astonished me。
〃That he has pretty eyes and lashes； but that all the rest of him needs to be washed。 Several times。〃
I laughed joyously； and saved the words for when next he bragged to me。 〃And Regal？〃 I encouraged her。
〃Regal。 Umm。〃 She smiled dreamily at me； then laughed at the scowl on my face。 〃We do not speak of the Princes； my dear。 Some propriety is kept。〃
I pulled her back down beside me and kissed her。 She fit her body to mine and we lay still under the arching blue sky。 Peace that had eluded me for so long now filled me。 I knew that nothing could ever part us； not the plans of kings nor the vagaries of fate。 It seemed； finally； to be the right time to tell her of my problems with Shrewd and Celerity。 She rested warm against me and listened silently as I spilled out to her the foolishness of the King's plan and my bitterness at the awkward position it brought me。 It did not occur to me that I was an idiot until I felt a warm tear spill and then slide down the side of my neck。
〃Molly？〃 I asked in surprise as I sat up to look at her。 〃What's wrong？〃
〃What's wrong？〃 Her voice went high on the words。 She took a shuddering breath。 〃You lie beside me and tell me you are promised t