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beside Tanaka, and her heart quickened. She pulled the blanket more tightly around her, tucking it in securely beneath her arms. These signs of apprehension brought a scowl to Tabor's lips.
"I have found clothes for you," he said, nodding to a pile of the neatly folded garments at the foot of the mat. "You will not have cold feet again. Hurry now, for I must meet with Ingmar, and then we will be off to Kaupang. I want to set sail within the hour."
Tabor stood, and with a flick of his hand, indicated he wanted the hut emptied. In less than a minute Tanaka was alone in the hut.
Tanaka was aware that she had witnessed a small display of Tabor's power. He had ordered strong, fierce Vikings to vacate the hut, and he had done it without uttering a single word. The men responded to his command without question or hesitation.
Nevertheless, she tossed the blanket aside and reached for the clothes that Tabor had provided, convinced that the men were waiting just outside the door, ready to burst in upon her in her unclothed state.
But if they were going to do that, why wouldn't they have simply taken the blanket from her while she slept? And why had Sven smiled at her and treated her so courteously if he was a vile Viking warrior bent on rape, murder, and senseless destruction?
Tanaka pushed the thoughts away. She couldn't allow herself to be confused about these Vikings. She knew what kind of men they really were.
When she picked up the underdress to put it on, the sight of the garment brought on a rush of memories. What had happened to her? What had caused her body to writhe and convulse in sweet ecstasy? Tabor called her a witch-woman, but surely he was the one practicing sorcery if he could create such a madness and fire within her.
Stop thinking about last night! You didn't please him, and he'll probably give you back to Ingmar within the hour!
Tanaka slipped the underdress over her head and pulled on the wool dress of bright green. It had a high neckline and came down to her ankles. Thick woolen stockings that came to mid-thigh and soft leather slippers completed the attire.
She pushed all memories of the previous evening to the back of her mind. What was past was history that she could not change, and no amount of worrying could alter that. Besides, with the challenge of a new day, its new problems would require her undivided attention if she were to have even the slightest chance of regaining her freedom.
She stepped outside, where thirty men were packing weapons of war and stowing away items purchased in Hedeby. Tabor gave orders casually, stating them as requests rather than demands, but Tanaka wasn't fooled. She saw how the men immediately did whatever he asked, how their stride became just a little bit quicker and their movements crisper when they knew Tabor was watching. Whenever a Viking locked eyes with her, he would smile and go about his work.
Tanaka suspected the men assumed that she had slept with Tabor; she wanted to scream to them that she hadn't.
Or had she?
It was a puzzling question. The sweet things that Tabor had done with his mouth had taken her to incredible heights of ecstasy—but did that mean she'd made love with Tabor? She had done something, but she wasn't at all certain what that something was, except that it was different from the rape that Ingmar called love-making.
Tanaka was turning this over in her mind when Tabor stepped up to her. Her unpredictable heart skipped a beat.
"You look good dressed like a Viking maiden." Gently, he lifted a lock of her jet black hair and twisted it around his forefinger. It seemed not unlike a caress. "Of course, no Viking maiden has hair as black as midnight."
Tanaka could not tell if she'd been insulted or complimented, but she a felt warmth from Tabor's presence. With memory refreshened, she did not step away, and the hard light in Tabor's eyes let her know that he was still unhappy with what had happened—and what had not happened —the night
"I have found clothes for you," he said, nodding to a pile of the neatly folded garments at the foot of the mat. "You will not have cold feet again. Hurry now, for I must meet with Ingmar, and then we will be off to Kaupang. I want to set sail within the hour."
Tabor stood, and with a flick of his hand, indicated he wanted the hut emptied. In less than a minute Tanaka was alone in the hut.
Tanaka was aware that she had witnessed a small display of Tabor's power. He had ordered strong, fierce Vikings to vacate the hut, and he had done it without uttering a single word. The men responded to his command without question or hesitation.
Nevertheless, she tossed the blanket aside and reached for the clothes that Tabor had provided, convinced that the men were waiting just outside the door, ready to burst in upon her in her unclothed state.
But if they were going to do that, why wouldn't they have simply taken the blanket from her while she slept? And why had Sven smiled at her and treated her so courteously if he was a vile Viking warrior bent on rape, murder, and senseless destruction?
Tanaka pushed the thoughts away. She couldn't allow herself to be confused about these Vikings. She knew what kind of men they really were.
When she picked up the underdress to put it on, the sight of the garment brought on a rush of memories. What had happened to her? What had caused her body to writhe and convulse in sweet ecstasy? Tabor called her a witch-woman, but surely he was the one practicing sorcery if he could create such a madness and fire within her.
Stop thinking about last night! You didn't please him, and he'll probably give you back to Ingmar within the hour!
Tanaka slipped the underdress over her head and pulled on the wool dress of bright green. It had a high neckline and came down to her ankles. Thick woolen stockings that came to mid-thigh and soft leather slippers completed the attire.
She pushed all memories of the previous evening to the back of her mind. What was past was history that she could not change, and no amount of worrying could alter that. Besides, with the challenge of a new day, its new problems would require her undivided attention if she were to have even the slightest chance of regaining her freedom.
She stepped outside, where thirty men were packing weapons of war and stowing away items purchased in Hedeby. Tabor gave orders casually, stating them as requests rather than demands, but Tanaka wasn't fooled. She saw how the men immediately did whatever he asked, how their stride became just a little bit quicker and their movements crisper when they knew Tabor was watching. Whenever a Viking locked eyes with her, he would smile and go about his work.
Tanaka suspected the men assumed that she had slept with Tabor; she wanted to scream to them that she hadn't.
Or had she?
It was a puzzling question. The sweet things that Tabor had done with his mouth had taken her to incredible heights of ecstasy—but did that mean she'd made love with Tabor? She had done something, but she wasn't at all certain what that something was, except that it was different from the rape that Ingmar called love-making.
Tanaka was turning this over in her mind when Tabor stepped up to her. Her unpredictable heart skipped a beat.
"You look good dressed like a Viking maiden." Gently, he lifted a lock of her jet black hair and twisted it around his forefinger. It seemed not unlike a caress. "Of course, no Viking maiden has hair as black as midnight."
Tanaka could not tell if she'd been insulted or complimented, but she a felt warmth from Tabor's presence. With memory refreshened, she did not step away, and the hard light in Tabor's eyes let her know that he was still unhappy with what had happened—and what had not happened —the night
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