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she had
     noticed earlier. At the sudden unexpected attention, the appendage, which had remained
     tall and proud throughout, suddenly shriveled under the weight of so many eyes. But that
     was not what made Emma gasp. It was the blood that covered the member. Amaury had hurt
     himself. She glanced worriedly up to his face to find that, despite his injury, he was
     suddenly smiling.
    Lifting the tip of his sword off the floor once more, Amaury took a menacing step forward.
     If one and all are quite satisfied that I accomplished what Lord Fulk obviously neglected
     to do, my lady and I would enjoy some privacy, he said pointedly.
    Of course, my lord, the bishop murmured, and with the help of Sir Rolfe, managed to urge
     the shocked Lord Bertrand out of the room. Turning back at the door, Rolfe paused long
     enough to give his cousin a cheerful wink, then tugged the door closed.
    Amaury sighed his relief and set his sword back to lean against the wall, then turned
     reluctantly to the bed, only to see that it was now empty.
    Eyebrows rising, he glanced sharply around the room to find his wife standing naked by the
     washstand. She apparently had not wasted a moment in hopping out of the bed once the door
     had closed. He could hardly blame her after the painful fiasco she had just endured. No
     doubt she would never wish to repeat the act again, he thought glumly, and sank onto the
     side of the bed. Face dropping into his open hands, he propped his elbows on his knees and
     sighed wearily.
    My lord? Her cool hand on his knee brought Amaurys head up swiftly. If I might? she said
     quietly, carefully avoiding looking at his manhood, even as she urged his legs apart.
    What? Amaury asked uncertainly, his legs spreading automatically, but her next move
     explained all as she began to bathe his stained manhood.
    You have injured yourself, she said quietly. It must have occurred during the...
    Joining, Amaury finished for her, catching her hands in his own as he felt himself stir
     under her gentle touch. My Lady
    Emma. Emma? Aye, Emma, she said simply. Tis my name.
    Oh, aye. Emma. Here. He urged her up off the floor to sit on the bed beside him, smiling
     wryly when she suddenly noticed her nudity, blushed, and drew the bedclothes up around her
     shoulders to hide herself.
    We should tend to your wound, she said uncomfortably when he continued to simply smile at
     her, then regretted her words when that smile faltered.
    But I am not the one injured. Careless of his nudity, he stood and urged Emmas legs up on
     to the bed so that she was lying down again. I fear tis you who has been injured, he
     informed her.
    Me? She looked startled at that. But you are the one bleeding.
    Nay. He shook his head and gently drew the sheets away to reveal her body again. Tis you.
    Emma glanced down when he gestured, and noticed with surprise the blood on the inside of
     her legs. Sitting up abruptly, she stared at herself in horror. It was not her womans
     time. She should not be bleeding, and yet she was... from inside.
    Are you not still in pain from the joining?
    Aye, but I have been since... I thought... Putting her hand to her head as the room began
     to spin around her, she fell back on the bed with a gasp. Am I dying?
    Nay, my lady, he said reassuringly, then frowned at her pallor. Youve turned quite white.
     I fear I do not handle the sight of blood well, Emma confessed faintly. Amaurys eyebrows
     rose at that. You did not react so to the blood on me. Aye, nay. Well, but then I did not
     know it was mine own.
    Oh... aye, Amaury said wryly. Bending, he retrieved the cloth she had used on him, wrung
     it out, and tended to her even as she had done for him.
    Face going from white to red, Emma grabbed at his hands. Nay, I... she began with
     embarrassment, falling silent when her new husband turned a determined look on her.
    I am your husband, was all he said, and it was enough. Emma released his hands and lay