Джеффри Ллойд - Liberator Of Jedd
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- Название:Liberator Of Jedd
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- Издательство:Pinnacle Books
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- Год:1973
- ISBN:052300205X
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He approached an ornate door. A middle-aged woman, dressed all in black and wearing an iron chain much similar to that of Nizra, bowed to him and opened the door.
«The Princess Mitgu awaits you, Sire.»
Blade halted and looked at the woman. «I would be alone with her. This is understood?»
«It is understood, Sire. You will not be interrupted.»
Blade stepped into the chamber. It was spacious and very dark except for two tapers gleaming at either end of a large cushioned seat. Rugs and pillows were scattered all about and there was a taint of incense in the room. Blade halted and gazed around. Where was this Child Princess, then?
A close-cropped head of golden hair appeared from behind the divan-like seat. The tapers sparked and reflected themselves in that smooth poll and a pair of wide-set and narrowed eyes studied Blade. For a moment he was shaken, thinking himself the butt of some outrageous joke. This was a boy!
The voice, high and dear and lilting, was that of a girl. «I wanted to see you first,» it said. «That is why I hid and spied when you entered. All of Jedd whispers of you, Sire.»
Blade, one hand on his swordhilt, bowed low and was silent. He did not really believe his eyes, Blade who had been in so many dimensions and had seen sights that few men in his own world could believe.
She had come around the divan now and was confronting him and matching him in silence while each studied the other. Her poise and bearing left no doubt that she was a Princess born. Her flesh — and she displayed a great deal of it — glowed with a coppery-yellow translucence that seemed to give color to the tapers. Blade had the fleeting impression that he could see her fine bone structure trimmed beneath the satiny flesh. This illusion soon passed and his throat dried and his hands were moist in the palms and he, of all men, felt and admitted a fine trembling in his knees. This was youthful beauty incarnate. He had never seen its like before and knew that he would never see it again. And also knew, that if he married this child, he would be powerless to restrain himself from consummating the marriage. Already his groin tingled and for just a moment Blade felt shame.
«Yes,» said the Princess Mitgu. «I will call you Sire. I was not sure I would, but now I see that I must. You look like a Sire. And I think I will marry you. I was not sure of that either, but now I will. You are the handsomest man I have ever seen and not at all like the Jedds. That is a pity in a way, because all the captains will be jealous and make much trouble for you. But that cannot be helped, I think.»
Blade felt like a fool and supposed that he looked a bit like one. Had his mouth been hanging open?
He bowed again and said, «I have much to learn, Princess. I did not know that you had been courted by any of the captains.» It was true. Nizra had said nothing of this, nor had Gath mentioned it. He wondered if it meant new complications, new jealousies? His plate was full enough as it was.
Mitgu cocked a tiny finger at him. «Come further into the light, Sire. Sit with me and we will talk and make ourselves known to each other. A girl should know something of the man she is to marry. And I would have you tell me of great-grandmother. How did she die?»
«She died well,» he told her. «Well and in peace. And it was her wish that we marry, Princess, not mine. I promised her, else I would not be here now.»
Her face, with its small, perfect features, reminded him of a copper rose. The corners of her red mouth turned down. «I loved her, even though she was often stern with me. I would have been at her bedside, but it is against Jedd law for the young to watch the old die. A stupid law, I think, as so many things in Jedd and Jeddia are stupid. But now that you are here, and to be my husband, all that will change. Come, I said. Sit with me.»
Sweat trickled down the back of Blade's stalwart neck. She came to him and took his big hand in her tiny one and led him to the divan. She wore very little, just a vestige of white bra over her small, virginal breasts and the miniest mini-skirt Blade had ever seen. The skirt barely sufficed to cover her and Blade would not let himself look at the slim golden legs beneath the skirt. They were long, perfection in form, and in exactly the right proportion to the compact little torso above them. He could almost have spanned her waist with one hand. But it was the odor of her that most intrigued Blade. And made him extremely nervous.
If it was perfume he had never known any like it. Indeed he did not think it was perfume — it was the clean and uncloyed scent of a well-scrubbed child, a girlchild just hovering on the brink of womanhood. Her tender flesh glowed at him, emanating a warmth and a fragrance and, yes, a golden color that made his face redden and his own flesh sticky with sweat. Richard Blade was finding out things about himself — things that he did not really want to know. Was he really this much a lecher? For honesty bade him admit that he was sexually excited, but this fragile and lovely child had aroused him almost beyond bearing. Yet bear it he must. At least until after the marriage. Beyond that he did not dare to think.
Mitgu pulled him down beside her on the divan. She took one of his hands in both of hers and laid it on her bare leg. Electricity seared through the big man and he made a final effort. He sat bolt upright, took his hand back and put on a most solemn visage.
«We will speak of marriage later, Princess. Plenty of time for that. I came to inform you about my plans and to know if they meet with your approval.»
A formality, but one he deemed necessary. This girl was now the nominal ruler of the Jedds and, though he meant to go through with his plans in any case, it would be easier with her cooperation. He told her of his plan to burn the city and trek to the north.
She was watching him closely. Her eyes, sloe dark and in startling contrast to the golden head with its boyishly cut hair, were tip-tilted at the outer corners and when she smiled with her mouth her eyes smiled too. They smiled now at his attempt to be formal. She squeezed his arm and laughed at him, gold and silver notes that tinkled through the great gloomy chamber.
«You are afraid of me,» she crowed. She clapped her hands in glee. «You are like all the captains, except that you do not go down on bended knee. But you are like them all the same — you think I am a little girl who must be given sweets and humored.» She moved away from Blade and twisted lithely on the divan to face him. Blade was permitted to gaze for an instant between those girlish golden thighs, to explore a silken, coppery cavern where lurked a fuzzy golden shadow. Mitgu wore nothing at all beneath the brief skirt. His heart thudding, his breathing strained, Blade tore his glance away from that virginal target. He felt dizzy and his head spun. Sweat drenched him. He did not understand this — never had he suffered such an onslaught of unbridled animal lust. And for a child of ten! He stood up, conscious only that he must get out of this place before he lost control.
Mitgu clapped her hands again, unmindful of his torment, and laughed at the big man towering over her.
Suddenly she sobered, frowned and extended her hand to him again. «I am sorry, Sire. And I did not speak true — you are not at all like the others. But I would have you know that I am not a child, not a little girl. I am a woman.»
Blade, having got well away from the divan and the temptations there, paced a few steps back and forth and then faced her again.
«Are you, then? A woman?» Blade had won his battle now and felt calmer. His look, still in self-defense, had a hint of coldness and mockery in it.
«If this is so,» he continued, «and you are indeed a woman and no child, then you will understand that I am a man and you will know what is in my mind.»
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