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rested after
lunch, but Branwyn was determined to learn this pleasuring method.
She was just beginning to be successful, when the dunes had to
leave to prepare for the evening meal. When Branwyn stood, she
staggered as the room spun before her. She felt hot, especially
inside. It was similar to the way she had felt when Malack
pleasured her. She had never left an instruction feeling this
way.
    As she crossed the
courtyard, she paused by the well and splashed some cool water on
her face. It dribbled down her chin and dripped onto her breast.
She did not need to look up. She sensed him standing behind her.
She turned and knelt. "Gon-Dra. Would you care for a drink?" With
raised hands, she offered him the ladle. He shook his head, started
to speak, turned and left. Brushing the water from her breast, she
stood and walked to her chamber.
     
     
    Leah had made a chain of
flowers and wove it into Branwyn’s hair. She dressed her dune in a
dark green gown to highlight the color of her forest green eyes.
She anointed her with fragrances from a small vial. "To cause fire
in the one you love. It is from an elder woman in the
village."
    Branwyn entered the great
hall and sat with the other dunes. Those who had trained with the
lune chatted about their successes and failures; others gossiped
about Malack and his exploits of the night before. Branwyn waited
for the meal to begin. A guard stepped up next to her and requested
she follow him. He escorted her to the part of the castle where she
had been when she had entertained the gon.
    Another guard stood outside
a chamber door. He held the door for her. She entered. It was a
magnificent bedchamber. Much larger than the one she slept in. Rich
tapestries hung on the walls. Silver and gold threads adorned the
bed curtains in an intricate pattern around the edges. Thick fur
rugs lay scattered on the floor. A fire snapped in the hearth. Near
it sat a table laden with food and drink. A movement behind her
caused her to turn. She dropped to her knees.
    "Stand." Malack held out his
hand and helped her up. "When we are alone, I want you beside me,
not beneath me."
    "Are we to be
alone?"
    "I very much wish that to
happen."
    She held her voice firm,
"But I am bound to my duty and that displeases you."
    "I understand duty. I also
am bound to mine." He pointed to the table. "Let us forget duty
while we dine."
    The wall torches remained
unlit, so candles on the tables and the glow from the fireplace
provided the only light. It made the room inviting. Branwyn
relaxed. Malack escorted her to a seat then filled her goblet and
his. "Usually the gon makes a toast, but instead I will offer an
apology. It is not easy for a gon-dra to ask forgiveness, but I
feel I must. My quick temper quick to rise; it has gotten me into
trouble ever since I was a child. I fear it has done it again. Your
offer to release me yesterday was not given as the tragor of a dune
to her gon-dra; it was offered as a woman attempting to give
pleasure to a man." He traced her jawline with his finger. "I am
humbled by your presence. The great warrior is defeated by the
eyes, lips and face of a beautiful woman."
    "I have longed to be touched
by you—as many of the other dunes do. My longing is not tragor. It
is to be with the man known as Malack."
    They ate in silence. Both
brows furrowed, as each was obviously deep in thought.
    A discrete knock broke the
silence. Duncan stepped before Malack and lowered his head.
"Gon-Dra, Duna Trea is seeking her missing dune. I have told her
that I understood she has taken to her bed."
    Malack nodded.
    "Shall I bring more wine?
Mead?"
    "No. Just keep Duna Trea
away from my door."
    Duncan exited.
    Branwyn rose. "If the duna
is looking for me…"
    Malack put a hand on her
arm. "You wish to leave?"
    "No."
    He rose and held out his
hand. When Branwyn stood, he swept her into his arms and carried
her to his bed. "Branwyn, I choose you as my wife, not my duna, my
wife." Branwyn’s eyes widened as her hand