{"id":388,"date":"2019-12-19T05:45:10","date_gmt":"2019-12-19T05:45:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2019\/calendar\/?p=388"},"modified":"2019-12-19T05:45:10","modified_gmt":"2019-12-19T05:45:10","slug":"december-19th-adventures-of-stavish-and-haaj-part-2-by-dp-patricks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2019\/calendar\/?p=388","title":{"rendered":"December 19th- Adventures of Stavish and Haaj Part 2 by DP Patricks"},"content":{"rendered":"

Click here for Part 1<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

STAVISH<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

My king, my companion and best friend is dying. I have some experience with battlefield medicine but a spear entering next to the spine and exiting the chest is a wound I have never seen anyone survive.<\/span><\/p>\n

Radek and Axel gather on either side of us as I lay the king gently on his side on the ground. Blood bubbles from the full lips and I am more afraid than I\u2019ve ever been in my life.<\/span><\/p>\n

We had fought side-by-side through the afternoon and, as light faded, our force finally broke through the enemy\u2019s line. The cowards threw down their weapons and fled but a villain rose from the mound of bodies behind us, savagely kicked Radek and Axel aside, and thrust his spear in Haajensen\u2019s back. I slew the man with a single cut of my sword and caught my friend as he fell.<\/span><\/p>\n

Now, as our forces trickle back to us, I order the king\u2019s tent erected and water to be boiled. With Axel\u2019s and my squire\u2019s considerable help, I break off the head of the weapon and draw the shaft from Haajensen\u2019s back. Radek is ready with pads of soft cloth to staunch the bleeding in front and behind.<\/span><\/p>\n

Immediately the tent is ready, willing hands carry the king inside and cover him with blankets and wolf skins. Quietly, unable to help, they leave to set up camp and keep watch, all except Radek and Axel. I could not force them to go away if I threatened them with death. The physician flaps his hands, declares the king is already dead, and leaves.<\/span><\/p>\n

I scour my knowledge of healing for any action I can take to stave off the fever that will creep into the vilely damaged body in my care. The blood has been stopped with the poultices Radek prepared, but too much has been lost and I have no way of replacing it! His right lung is punctured and no longer inflates with his shallow breathing. Whether ribs are splintered or the spine injured I have no way of knowing, until he wakes. If <\/em>he wakes.<\/span><\/p>\n

He does not and, as the hours pass, I become fearful to the point of despair. Sitting on a camp stool beside his bed, I clutch his hand in both of mine. \u201cPlease,\u201d I whisper, so as not to disturb either of the squires who sleep in the corner, \u201cyou Norse gods and anyone else who can hear me, help me save the life of this good man. He is a ruler loved by his people, struck down by a cowardly attack. Please, don\u2019t allow him to die.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

A woman\u2019s figure materializes on the far side of the cot and it takes me several moments to realize it\u2019s not my tortured brain\u2019s imagination. I throw more charcoal on the brazier but the increased illumination does nothing to make the figure substantial. \u201cIf you are a spirit, come to take my friend, I will fight you!\u201d I stand and draw my sword, ready to defend Haajensen with my life. \u201cYou will have to kill me first.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She moves closer and, to my astonishment, reaches her right hand toward my king\u2019s head. Her fingers hover over the golden strands. \u201cHe is my son.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Stunned, I sit, and my blade falls to the ground. \u201cI have heard your husband\u2019s voice, Lady. Why did he not come, as he did before?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe fears Kenneth will be joining us soon and is having great difficulty with that prospect. He urged me to appear in his stead.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you here to help, then?\u201d I ask, hating the whine in my voice. \u201cOr to take him away from me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe outcome of this night\u2019s vigil is not in my hands, young warrior. But be assured that I have some favor in the eyes of the gods and I will petition them to save his life.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWill they listen?\u201d I hardly dared breathe.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat I cannot know until I ask,\u201d she replies.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her voice is soothingly melodious and my frayed nerves become slightly less tense. Still, I am desperate. \u201cSince I believe there is not a moment to spare, madam, please do so as quickly as possible.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat I shall, Master Dawid. I simply wanted to assuage my curiosity as to the honor and steadfast nature of the one who has claimed my son\u2019s heart.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

My own heart skips beats before racing. \u201cExcuse me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her smile is radiant and she envelopes me in it. \u201cHe has not yet told you, I know, but I perceive that he has found in you the person he has been seeking all his life. The person whose soul is as pure and honest as his, whose heart is as dedicated to the service of his people, and whose devotion to no more than one other, is second only to that which my son feels for the gods. He loves you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I speak without thinking. \u201cAs I love him!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her other hand lightly stirs the air over my head before she speaks again. \u201cI\u2019ll leave you now, and make my plea to Odin and the rest. If they will it, you should notice a change for the better by morning.\u201d Her image fades, then disappears.<\/span><\/p>\n

I had had visions before but none as real as this. Haajensen\u2019s mother\u2019s spirit is, without a doubt, as strong as his father\u2019s. I place my forehead on the hand I clasp and wait.<\/span><\/p>\n

Floating between wakefulness and sleep, I raise my head, sensing and half-seeing immensely powerful beings. They arrive and depart, converse softly in a language I do not understand — one that sounds as ancient as the rocks of the mountains — and study the still figure on the cot. An especially large form lowers a hand over the wound in Haajensen\u2019s chest for what seems like a very long time. Finally, with an audible sigh of possible contentment, the figure withdraws.<\/span><\/p>\n

When the last has departed, Haajensen\u2019s mother\u2019s spirit returns, a glow on her lovely face that tells me she has been successful.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI sincerely hope the bargain you have struck, dear lady,\u201d I say, \u201cwill not require too onerous a payment.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her light laughter sounds like ripples in a stream. \u201cNot onerous at all, good sir. And one I and my husband will happily honor.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThank you,\u201d I murmur. \u201cYou have given me back my life, as well, for I would have been nothing without your son. Thank you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She brushes a nearly-felt kiss on my cheek and lays a shimmering hand on Haajensen\u2019s head. \u201cYou will watch over each other and be happy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThank you,\u201d I whisper again as her image dissolves.<\/span><\/p>\n

With daybreak creeping into the tent, Haajensen stirs. He moans softly and opens his eyes. \u201cStav?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShhhhh. Be still. You were sorely wounded and need to rest.\u201d I nudge Radek\u2019s foot with mine and he jumps to his feet. \u201cThe king is awake. Be quick and bring a bowl of warm broth as well as water to drink.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

With the sleepy-eyed Axel on his heels, they hurry outside. I can hear excited yelling as our squires spread the good news.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMy mother,\u201d Haajensen whispers. \u201cShe was here?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I bend and kiss the knuckles of his hand, knowing we will have only a few moments before we are interrupted. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe interceded for me with the gods, didn\u2019t she?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat did sound like her intention,\u201d I reply.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThey came?\u201d His tone is incredulous.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI cannot swear to what happened. All I know is that, last night you were dying. This morning, you are alive — and will heal — with time, and care.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYour care.\u201d He squeezes my hand and closes his eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

I begin to hear bustling and loud voices outside. Haajensen opens his eyes as if forgetting we had been talking, and peers toward the tent\u2019s entrance. \u201cDid we win the battle?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I can\u2019t help but laugh. \u201cYes, my king, we did.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s good.\u201d He goes to sleep almost immediately leaving me to assure our knights and soldiers that their monarch would live.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

HAAJENSEN<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Stavish and I talk endlessly as I am conveyed back to the fortress in one of the covered supply wagons, on a bed of moss and dried reeds. At Stavish\u2019s insistence, the matting is changed daily, in order to prevent mold and mildew. The trip, which took only days, outbound, requires many more on the way home. He sits with me constantly, whenever he is not tending the others who were wounded, refusing the physician\u2019s meddling. And to my supposedly learned elder\u2019s amazement and grumbling, I, and they, are more than content in Stavish\u2019s capable hands. The quack will probably never forgive us and I find I am unconcerned.<\/span><\/p>\n

An afternoon\u2019s conversation lags and I believe I know what is causing periodic silences between us. As casually as possible, I take his hand. \u201cDid my mother give away my secret?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His face colors, but he stares at our entwined fingers and says nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n

I keep my voice pitched below the sounds of the creaking wagon, horses\u2019 hooves and tramping boot-shod feet, so that he will be assured that no one will overhear. \u201cI\u2019ve thought I was in love before, Stav. Once or twice.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut now?\u201d His tone is more timid than I ever imagined it could be.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMother was right. You\u2019re everything I\u2019ve ever searched for in a mate, or a companion, a friend. I\u2019ve fallen in love with you and want us to be lovers as well as brothers in arms.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve beaten me to the words, Haaj, but not to the emotion. I\u2019m in love with you, too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, I feel a surge of energy through our hands. \u201cLet us cement this new direction in our relationship as soon as possible after we return.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOnly when I deem you are strong enough,\u201d he intones, and I know he means it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Needless to say, I recover as quickly as nourishing food, plenty of rest and moderate exercise allows. He is reluctant to agree to my assessment of what I knew was almost completely renewed good health but, under persistent urging and almost constant double-entendre references and pleas, he relents.<\/span><\/p>\n

I have had lovers before but never one as considerate, inventive, passionate, and, at the same time, gentle as my Ambassador Stavish. From the moment I barred both doors to my chamber and we disrobed each other, it has been an adventure and a dream come true. I can wish for no other love for the remainder of my life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

STAVISH<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

I know I am detested by Osten Daag. More than ever, now that I share the king\u2019s bed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Axel has confided in me that Daag had hoped, with Severssen\u2019s betrayal and death, that he, Daag, would become the king\u2019s principal counselor. They\u2019d been friends since boyhood so it was his natural assumption.<\/span><\/p>\n

Instead, I, a foreigner, an interloper, according to what Axel and Radek tell me Daag is saying to anyone who will listen, have inveigled my way into the king\u2019s confidence. What right have I, he asks, to such an exalted place at Haajensen\u2019s side? I\u2019m a newcomer. I haven\u2019t been here through all the years of war and strife; I have no way of knowing the struggles everyone has endured.<\/span><\/p>\n

In addition, Daag is claiming, now that Haajensen and I are never apart, that I will be the cause of the failure of Haajensen\u2019s line. Since he is sleeping with only me, he will never sire an heir, Daag is telling people.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sitting in the afternoon sun on the balcony outside the throne room, I know I must bring up the subject we\u2019re both thinking about. \u201cOsten Daag is right, you know. You have not listened to a single offer of marriage from any of the petitioners since I came to your court.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He makes as if to respond but I continue quickly. \u201cIf you do not wed, Sire, there will be no heir to wear the crown after you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

As if against his will, he nods. \u201cI\u2019ve heard him, and he\u2019s very persuasive.\u201d He puffs his chest out, with a hand over his heart, and duplicates Daag\u2019s stentorian tones: \u201cHow can our king beget an heir, someone to hold this land after he\u2019s gone, if he\u2019s only fornicating with the outlander? He must take a female as wife! It is his duty!\u201d He laughs before swallowing a gulp of ale. \u201cIf Daag were not such a fool, I\u2019d abdicate, let him sit on the throne and have carnal knowledge of every acceptable female he can find.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I laugh with him but I know that this is a serious problem and that we must find a solution. \u201cYesterday, your uncle Rikard told me he has an idea.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Haajensen\u2019s expression turns guarded. \u201cGo on.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cReturning from his last foray to the Kingdom of the Isles, he brought a Celtic warrior princess with him.\u201d I can see the image of a woman equal to his own nature settle into Haajensen\u2019s mind. \u201cHer name is Maeve.\u201d I sip my own brew, allowing him time to think. \u201cRikard says she\u2019s a firebrand and vows never to be touched, much less tamed, by a Viking barbarian! She swears she is a virgin and that no Norseman will have her maidenhead.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His sky-blue eyes begin to sparkle and I know the door is open. Now, all I have to do is make sure it stays that way. \u201cShe might be the prefect vessel for your seed — a woman nearly matched in valor to yourself, to be your queen, to bear your children.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His smile turns rueful. \u201cIt sounds as if you\u2019ve been thinking about this entirely too much, Stav.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I shrug. \u201cPerhaps. Doesn\u2019t make it any less true, though. Daag is likely to foment unrest unless you take a wife. And, if you must take a wife, why not one you can admire and honor, even if you never love her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho says she\u2019ll accept me?\u201d I raise a single eyebrow and color floods Haajensen\u2019s cheeks. When I lean forward to kiss him, he catches my hand. \u201cNo, I\u2019m serious, what if she hates me on sight?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cKing Haajensen,\u201d I say, with mock-scorn, \u201cwhen have you ever set your mind to something and failed?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He gives the question serious thought before shaking his head. \u201cNever.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I kiss him lightly. \u201cShall I have Rikard call on us to discuss the situation?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He sighs deeply. \u201cI suppose you might as well.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

MAEVE<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been a\u2026 guest of Rikard\u2019s for mere weeks and, already, he says he has found an honorable solution to all our difficulties. Thankfully, my tutors had insisted I learn the languages of any people we Celts might encounter and I am able to converse with the savage who holds me and the members of my household who were captured with me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Rikard says that if I agree, for the next fortnight, not to attempt to savage his servants when they bring us food, change our bedding, and empty the slops pail, he will make the necessary arrangements to give me to King Haajensen as wife and queen.<\/span><\/p>\n

Well, that may solve Rikard\u2019s problem before my kinfolk discover his hidden fortress and raze it to the ground, but it will not solve mine! Who is this King Haajensen whose virtue and accomplishments he extols with such animation? I have certainly never heard of him. Kings seem to be legion in this god-forsaken land of rocks and ragged mountains. I have never been so cold! I long for home but fear I shall never see it again.<\/span><\/p>\n

Enid is as depressed as I, but swears she will never leave my side; wherever I must go, she will accompany me. She will not accept any of the proposals she has had from Rikard\u2019s knights, no matter how honorable they might be.<\/span><\/p>\n

So, today we three, Rikard, Enid and I, along with his retainers and my household, journey to King Haajensen. I am covered in the finest, warmest furs it has ever been my pleasure to wear and, beneath, is a gown I would not have believed such savages could produce. I feel almost regal and imagine my father would be proud of me. I hold myself erect and stare down each man whose eyes meet mine. If I am to be queen in this foreign land, then I will be such a queen as they shall never forget.<\/span><\/p>\n

Rikard\u2019s barge is met by what I assume are royal guards and we are escorted through the small, rustic town to the ancient palace of the kings of this land. The stairs, as we mount them, are wide and impressive.<\/span><\/p>\n

A chamberlain announces us in tones that echo off the bare walls, and we enter the throne room. Unexpectedly, I am amazed. Innumerable swords make up the horrific chair the king must usually occupy but it is empty. Instead, the king stands to the side, a single warrior at his left hand. I recognize the monarch, my intended, only by the simple crown he wears over his sunlight-hued hair.<\/span><\/p>\n

Without intent, my eyes are drawn to the sword that hangs off the king\u2019s left hip. I stifle the instant urge in my right hand: the urge to grasp that hilt and feel the blade\u2019s power flow through me. I had heard the tale of the Sky Sword from Rikard but was not prepared for the thrill I feel in its presence.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMy lady\u2026\u201d Enid whispers from slightly behind me. She knows me well and, thankfully, has kept me from making the grave mistake of being too forward.<\/span><\/p>\n

I will not kneel to this barbarian but I bow slightly and lower my eyes as he walks toward me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou are right, again, Stav,\u201d I hear him whisper to his companion. \u201cA female equal to us in strength and fire.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I raise my eyes and meet his. The blue of the sky, of deep pools, and a few exquisite flowers, greets me. Instead of being cold, however, they hold such warmth and charm I feel my heart melting even as I struggle to find words. I certainly don\u2019t want him to think I\u2019m weak-willed enough to fall under his spell immediately. But, gods above, I have. My heart is no longer my own and, for whatever reason, I know it will belong to this man forever.<\/span><\/p>\n

He reaches for my hand and I give it. He bows deeply and kisses each of my knuckles, lingering in the contact longer than I would have thought seemly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMy lady, Maeve.\u201d His voice is a perfect match to his mesmerizing eyes. When he raises his head and gazes into my soul, I am utterly lost. \u201cMy future queen,\u201d he murmurs for only my ears to hear.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

HAAJENSEN<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

As required by our traditions, Maeve and her handmaid, Enid, have been sequestered since their arrival, approached only by the members of their household and the few servants of Rikard\u2019s to whom they had become accustomed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Maeve and I have had only sufficient conversation to come to agreement: she will be my queen and wife. The wedding will take place at the first full moon. Which is tonight.<\/span><\/p>\n

Stavish has been supportive and encouraging, giving me not the slightest reason to feel as I do, which is as if I am betraying our love for each other.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNonsense,\u201d he states, in no uncertain terms, reading my mind. \u201cYou and I, Haaj, have a bond no one, male or female, can ever break. We love each other more than life, itself. We\u2019d die for each other.\u201d He runs his strong fingers into my hair and grips tightly. \u201cI\u2019m not saying I won\u2019t envy her for every moment she\u2019ll spend with you, but I promise I won\u2019t wish it were not so.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He straightens my cloak, adjusts my crown, and pushes me toward the door. \u201cGo, Sire, get married!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The ceremony is mercifully brief. Afterward, the dinner is extravagant and the liquid refreshment thoroughly enjoyed by almost everyone. Maeve and I, through mutual unspoken agreement, eat and drink sparingly.<\/span><\/p>\n

When we reach the chamber I have set aside for her — the one that had been my mother\u2019s — I\u2019m surprised by the look in her eyes that borders on timidity. I would have thought she would be prepared for anything. Her uncertainty, though, after the initial discomfort and embarrassment have passed, turns to a smoldering will to please me I have never known from anyone except Stavish.<\/span><\/p>\n

I vow to satisfy my new queen and then lavish more intimate attention on Stavish than ever before. He must not be allowed to feel he is not my first choice. He is, and always will be!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou do not love me, Kenneth, and probably never will,\u201d Maeve says, as we enter her quarters on the third night of our marriage. She picks up the linen gown Enid had laid across the foot of the bed and disappears behind the modesty screen. \u201cI see the way you and Ambassador Stavish look at each other,\u201d she continues, as I disrobe. \u201cI have listened to the tales of the battles you two have fought — the obstacles you\u2019ve overcome — and I understand the attachment you feel for each other.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Coming from behind the partition, her smile is peaceful and she reaches for my hand. \u201cI love Enid as the best friend I\u2019ll ever have but it\u2019s not the kind of love you have for Stavish. You and he share a bond that must not ever be broken. You love each other with a love I think only the gods have known before.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you not jealous?\u201d I ask, truly humbled.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo. I\u2019m happy that he returns your feelings. Were it otherwise, I would have his heart cut out and served to me on a platter. You belong together but I also understand your need to father a son, in order to keep this kingdom in the hands of those who treasure it, and not in those whose only wish would be to plunder it. To that purpose, you require a male heir.\u201d She unties the ribbons at her shoulders and lets the gauzy material fall to the floor, holding her arms open to me. \u201cTherefore, come to me, my king, and let us secure your throne.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

MAEVE<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

After I was captured, only Enid\u2019s constant support and encouragement kept me from killing myself. Now, even though this morning sickness endures beyond the time the midwives tell me it should have ended, I am the happiest of women. I will bear my king\u2019s child in time and I am already positive it is a son. He will guarantee the continuation of my husband\u2019s line. He will thrive and we will be so proud of him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you think Ambassador Stavish would lie with me?\u201d Enid asks, blotting my sweaty forehead with a soft cloth. She helps me to my feet and toward a chair by the fire. \u201cIf the king requested it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I sit and study my best friend as a servant darts in and removes the bucket. \u201cWhy do you ask that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her eyes cloud and her smile disappears. \u201cI find I want a child.\u201d She puts a gentle hand on my swollen stomach. \u201cThe king\u2019s face changes when he looks at you. You say he doesn\u2019t love you but I know he loves the life you carry.\u201d She looks deeply into my eyes. \u201cI want to see that look in Stavish\u2019s eyes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou love him!\u201d I am angry with myself for not having seen it before. Her chin drops and I raise it gently, gazing at her with all the affection I\u2019ve felt for her since we were children. \u201cI shall ask my husband.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Laughing and sobbing, she falls into my arms.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

HAAJENSEN<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Stavish snuggles against my chest and I pull the covers over our exhausted bodies. Making love with this warrior, this philosopher, this devoted friend is always more satisfying and thrilling than anything I ever imagined. He is a constant challenge and pleasure and we never seem to disappoint each other.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow is Maeve?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His voice is so soft I might have misheard. Jostling him lightly, I wait until he looks up at me. \u201cI\u2019m sorry. We\u2019re lying here together in my royal bed, having just made love with each other through two full bands of the candle, and you\u2019re asking me how my queen is?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI am.\u201d His tone is unabashed. \u201cShe\u2019s a good woman. I admire and honor her. She\u2019s a wonderful wife to you. The people see her growing your child in her womb and are happy for you both.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I begin to tickle him and he wiggles, choking out dire threats, until we relax in each other\u2019s arms. I stroke his face and kiss the offered lips softly. \u201cShe\u2019ll never have my love and she knows it. But she says she\u2019s pleased to be carrying the throne\u2019s heir and I believe her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Stavish nods against my chest. \u201cShe\u2019ll do her duty as your queen, and the mother of your son.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you sure it\u2019s going to be a boy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His arms tighten around me. \u201cYour mother has told me so.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I draw back and lift his face to look at me. \u201cWhen, lately, have you seen my mother?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe came to my chamber the third time you lay with Maeve and told me. He was conceived that night.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd why, love of my life, did you not see fit to inform me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYour mother asked me not to. She said you\u2019d find out in good time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAh\u2026\u201d I draw him back against me and breathe in the scent of the soap he favors for his hair. It has a woodsy smell that I never tire of inhaling. \u201cEnid wants your child.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat<\/em>!\u201d Stavish gasps and attempts to sit up. \u201cI don\u2019t have any children to give her. At least, not that I know about.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I pull him back against me and adjust the covers over his shoulders. \u201cNot a child you\u2019ve already sired, Stav. Sometimes, for an intelligent, worldly, traveled man, you can be very dense.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHuh?\u201d He thinks for long moments before blushing. \u201cOh! Oh! <\/em>She wants\u2026?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I chuckle. \u201cAccording to Maeve, yes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh\u2026. Why<\/em>?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cApparently, Enid sees how happy Maeve is and is becoming envious.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe watches your queen throw up every morning and decides she wants that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I shrug. \u201cWomen.\u201d He\u2019s silent for a long time so I prod again. \u201cWhat would you think about it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat would you<\/em> think, Sire?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t attempt to be subservient, Stav, we\u2019re talking about you and Enid, not me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut there is <\/em>no me without you, Haaj, you know that!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay. And the reverse is true also. So, is this similar to what we talked about before the wedding? When we knew it would be my duty to get Maeve with child as soon as possible?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot really. That was about an heir, to help keep Osten Daag\u2019s tongue behind his teeth. Someone to inherit the Iron Throne when you\u2019re finished with it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow delicately you phrase that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey! I hope your son will be so old before you\u2019re done, he\u2019ll have to turn to his<\/em> son to inherit.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re <\/em>done, you mean.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNow that you\u2019ve succeeded in changing the subject,\u201d I tease, \u201cI\u2019ll change it back.\u201d I am now quite serious. \u201cHow would you feel about fathering a child with Enid?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWeird, I think.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His words are almost inaudible. \u201cI haven\u2019t been with a woman since\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you believe I\u2019d be jealous?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know, would you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDid you have such feelings when I lay with Maeve?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo! Because, as I tried to explain, that was for an excellent reason. And Maeve\u2019s turned out to be a good friend. She wasn\u2019t expecting anything except your seed. She wasn\u2019t trying to come between us, break us up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo one could do that,\u201d I vow.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know, and that\u2019s why I wasn\u2019t jealous.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut, with you and Enid? You\u2019re asking if I would be? Since there\u2019s no political reason for you to have to couple with her?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThere wouldn\u2019t be a \u2018have to\u2019 involved. Enid\u2019s a beautiful, desirable woman — if I still desired women.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd\u2026?”<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd, what? Do you think I\u2019d have difficulty getting it up for her?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, no, my friend. I don\u2019t think you\u2019d have a moment\u2019s hesitation.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThank you. I think.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, how would you feel?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re really pressing this, aren\u2019t you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI love Maeve. No! Don\u2019t give me that slit-eyed look, I admire and value her. She\u2019s been an excellent help to us.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re right,\u201d he agrees, \u201cand I do know that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u201cIt\u2019s just that I used the word, love. Is that it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I guess so.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou are my love, Dawid Stavish, you always have been and you always will be. But Maeve is my queen. She will be the mother of my child. And she wants this for her best friend. She says the children will be close and grow up to love and support each other.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAs we do.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThen, how can I decline?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGood! Because Maeve tells me Enid wishes it to be tonight.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTonight<\/em>?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAccording to Maeve, Enid believes if you lay with her tonight, you will not have to do so again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow can she know something like that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI have no idea, but do you doubt?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d He grew thoughtful. \u201cWomen know women\u2019s things.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIndeed. So. Will you do as Maeve and Enid wish?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay. I guess so. If you\u2019re sure.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI did my part with Maeve. This time, it\u2019s your turn.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

STAVISH<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

I sit next to King Haajensen on the balcony outside the throne room, the light of a single candle sufficient to allow me to see the starlight mirrored in his blue eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

By silent, mutual agreement, our hands reach for each other and join.<\/span><\/p>\n

I think back to the day I entered the room behind us for the first time and feel my face form the smile in my heart. The very best years of my life have been lived here in this little kingdom of the North.<\/span><\/p>\n

Haaj and I have known a love few, if any, other humans have experienced. We have fought side by side, defended his land and crown from all who would have taken it from him. We have seen our people grow content. Our own children thrive and Erik is a man full-grown, prepared for rule. We can ask no more.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe gods, and those who dwell in Valhalla, will welcome you,\u201d Haaj tells me, quietly.<\/span><\/p>\n

I have my doubts. \u201cWhy should they?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBecause,\u201d a deep, male voice says, \u201cyou have loved our son, Warrior.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd shown only respect and honor to our people,\u201d a mellifluous female voice adds.<\/span><\/p>\n

Haaj squeezes my hand and I realize I am ready. But\u2026 my stomach grumbles\u2026 maybe not right away. \u201cAre we expecting guests for dinner, Haaj?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot that I know of,\u201d he replies. \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t I smell pig?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAh, the cooks have uncovered the roasting pit and you\u2019re salivating already. That\u2019s the boar Erik killed last week.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHis biggest one yet,\u201d I say with pride.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo it was! The head will require weeks of preparation before it\u2019s ready to be hung on the wall, but Maeve told me the massive body won\u2019t keep in this weather until the next scheduled festival.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, we\u2019ll eat it tonight?\u201d In anticipation, my gut begins making highly impolite sounds. I clap a hand across my belly. \u201cSorry. I must be hungry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

My king throws his head back and laughs, and there\u2019s so much joy in it, I can\u2019t help but add my own happiness. He hauls me to my feet and leads me inside. \u201cTonight, my love, we feast!\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

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