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162 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 9, 2014
“Sure. Ye buy her things, ye spend money on her, and I suspect ye give her money when her family needs it. Her folks are dirt poor, yet ye treat her like a person even though ye could buy and sell her whole family. Ye don’t rub your affairs with other women in her face and have gone as far as to make it clear that those others don’t matter.”
“... you haven’t let her sleep with anyone but yourself since you got here.”
“Correction,” I purred darkly, “you’re my woman. Behave or you’ll get spanked!”
...
“I said you’re my woman. I claimed you on that altar, in front of your god and all the other gods. They came to see a sacrifice, they got three, and then I got you.” I turned my head and smiled at her. “You did seem to return my affections rather enthusiastically after all.”
“I’d just been saved from having my heart cut out and my entrails removed! What the hell did you expect me to do? Turn you down? Of course I enjoyed it! I just found out I was going to live!”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Fel was thundering at me across the table.
“Wiping out the enemy. What do you think I’m doing?” I said, shocked.
“I brought you here to win a battle, not to wipe them out!”
“You said they were going to wipe you out. That if you lost, they were going to eradicate you and your followers. Did you lie to me?” I growled at him.
“No, I didn’t lie to you. But you can’t do this!”
“Turn about is fair play! When I’m done here, there isn’t going to be a temple, priest, or follower of their god left! And that city will belong to Rachel, and your priests will have a temple there.”
“You’re going to do this no matter what I say, aren’t you?”
...
Fel sighed. “I should never have upped your aggression levels.” ... “Do you have any idea how many you’ve killed in the last twenty-four hours?”
“Don’t know, don’t care. It’s war. But you know my mind and you know my reasons. I know it hurts more than it helps in the long run.”
“Gentlemen, this is now our city. We are going to go in there and eliminate every male old enough to know what a sword is, or older. Every priest, every priestess, and we will tear down, but not burn! We will tear down every temple. Every sign of their god is to be erased, broken, and destroyed. We are going to give this city to our queen as a gift for their attempt to murder her. Understood?”
... “What about the women?” one of them asked.
I smiled. “Well you see, it’s like this. We’re kind of short on citizens, what with this war and suddenly having this new city with no men left in it at all. So, I got to thinking that every man on this campaign, and that includes those who only fought at the first battle that started this war, could probably use a second wife or concubine. And, of course, each man stands to take over whatever property his new wife or concubine has once he takes her. Okay?”
“Umm, what if she’s not interested?”
“That’s your problem,” I said with a smile, and the others all laughed.
“We still have a lot of the men from the city who came out to help,” the general’s aide said. “A good deal of the married men went home, but all the single men came. I think a lot of them will be interested in this.”
There were marriages going on around the clock after that, and I know most of the women weren’t happy, but I didn’t care. I looked at one who was crying and told her rather bluntly that if she made her new man happy he would undoubtedly do the same for her, and wasn’t that a whole lot better than being dead?
...
By the end, it turned out that comparatively few of the marriages were forced. As soon as a lot of the women figured out the score, a bunch killed themselves and the rest decided to do the picking before they themselves got picked. Women are far more practical and realistic than men. Or maybe I was just feeling rather cynical after all the carnage I’d released. I didn’t know.
“You know what this town could use?” I said to her as we were strolling around one evening a few weeks later.
“What?”
“Public bath houses.”
“Hmmm, don’t get to ogle enough naked women?” She grinned, and then squeaked as I pinched her. I enjoyed pinching her, and sometimes I think she did too. I was probably the only one around who treated her like a woman; too many others were afraid to because of her status.
“You know the priestess down at the temple sent up a note requesting your presence again.”
I sighed.
“What? I think she’s cute!”
“She wants me to bed her.”
“So?”
“Let me be more specific, she wants me to put my cubs in her.”
“And?”
I smiled, “I want to put my cubs in you first.”
She pondered that a moment and was quiet. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” she said softly.
I nodded. “Yes. The problem is, I can’t be here all the time with you. I have other commitments, and I have to be somewhere else at least some of the time.”
“You have another woman, don’t you?”
“Yes, and a child. But while I love her, I love you more than anyone I’ve ever met in my life. I’m not lying when I say you’re my woman or that I want you to have my children. I’d like you to be my wife as well.”
“And you’re telling me all of this because?” she said, looking up at me.
“Because I won’t lie to you. I don’t want hidden secrets, because of who you are and who I am, someone is likely to try and use them against us. Telling you I already have one wife may screw this up for me, but Rachel, I want you as my wife too. And as much as I want to drag you down to the temple and force it on you, this is something that I know I can’t force you into. I need to hear from you.”
Having a son was interesting. But Travis was just a baby, so I couldn’t relate to him much. Just knowing he was my son was, like I had said, interesting.