Dreams Made Flesh

Terreille. I'd still have the Dhemlan Territory in Kaeleer."
    "But… this is what you wanted." An odd look crept into Saetan's eyes, gone before Andulvar could put a name to it.
    "Ruling this Territory was a price equal to the protection I offered," Saetan said softly. "It was a price worthy of what I am. But I don't need it."
    Andulvar rubbed the back of his neck. Damn politics. The Eyrien way was simpler…a blade and a battlefield, not these sly games played with words.
    "Since the Dhemlan Queens didn't agree to this, the moment I step down, there are no trade agreements. Zuulaman gains nothing."
    "They won't expect this."
    "They should. If they've paid any attention to how I've ruled this Territory since the Queens here made their bargain with me, they should. Which means they never expected me to sign the agreements, but the greed and audacity of asking for so much will make their real goal seem more reasonable."
    Saetan smiled a gentle, brutal smile.
    Andulvar suppressed a shudder.
    "So I'm waiting for them to name the ransom that will buy back my wife and child," Saetan said.
    "Will you pay it?"
    That odd look crept into Saetan's eyes again. "Yes, I'll pay it. And it will be the last thing Zuulaman ever gets from me that isn't paid for in blood."
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    Hekatah watched the children on the beach, laughing and shouting as they played some incomprehensible game. Whelps from a pissant race that thought it was Hayll's equal, that it could ever be Hayll's equal. But Zuulaman had its uses. Through them, several of Hayll's Hundred Families, including her own, would have their wealth replenished as soon as…
    The bastard hadn't signed the agreements yet. And he should have. He should have. As soon as he'd been told she was being held, he should have abandoned the pretense of caring about the welfare of the Dhemlan people and signed the agreements. After all, she was his wife. She'd given him children.
    A door opened, and the wailing that had been muffled by stout wood stabbed at her.
    "The baby is crying," her aunt said as she entered the room.
    As if it was necessary to tell her that when she could hear him clearly enough. "He'll stop."
    "He's hungry."
    Hekatah turned to look at the woman. It had been sensible to bring another family member with her, but she regretted letting her mother talk her into bringing this one. Divorced because she was barren and her husband had wanted to sire children the Families would acknowledge socially, this aunt still craved having a child of her own and was always eager to help any woman in the family take care of a baby.
    Weak fool. Children were a bargaining chip, tools to achieve a goal. But once you granted the sire paternal rights, you had to wait centuries before the child was old enough to be really useful again. Of course, the existence of Mephis and Peyton had held her marriage together, had continued to supply her with some kind of income because as long as she remained married to Saetan he would make financial provisions for her.
    But not enough. She'd expected to be the High Priestess of Dhemlan, with all the honor and rewards that came with being the leader of the Priestess caste. She should have been. If Saetan had balls for anything but the bed, he would have insisted that she be granted the title and the authority because she was his wife.
    She wasn't anything in Dhemlan but his wife and a Red-Jeweled Priestess from Hayll, given the courtesy due her Jewels and caste but not accepted enough to hold some position of authority.
    That would change. She'd make sure of it.
    "The baby is hungry," her aunt said again.
    Who cared if the brat starved or not?
    Saetan would. He'd rather play with the boys than attend an important social function with her. Oh, he was always willing to escort her to functions, always presented her with the invitations that came from the Dhemlan courts and let her choose which ones she wanted to attend. But he preferred the boys' company to hers most of the time.
    The bastard should have signed the agreements by now, but he valued his honor more than his wife.
    He would have to be punished for that.
    "Hekatah? Aren't you going to do something about the baby?"
    She stared at her aunt, but in her mind she pictured the man she had married.
    The solution was so simple. The agreements would be signed in no time.
    All she had to do was break Saetan's heart.
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    The Hall still trembled from the explosive slamming of the door. Still