Blood of the Fold

He stiffened as he stood over her remains. "Lord Rahl, I'm sorry. I saw no mriswith. I would have stopped it if I had, or at least have tried to warn you — I swear." He groaned. "Dear spirits, what a way to die. Lord Rahl — I've I failed you."

"Look in her hand, Egan."

He glanced along the length of her arm, to see the knife still clutched in her fist. "What the. .?"

"I didn't ask her to come to me. She came to my room to kill me."

Egan's eyes turned away. He clearly knew the implications. Any past Lord Rahl would execute a guard for such a failure.

"She fooled me too, Egan. It's not your fault. But don't you ever let a woman, other than my future wife, into my room again. Understand? If a woman comes to my room, you get my permission to let her in, no matter what."

He clapped a fist to his heart. "Yes, Lord Rahl."

— "Egan, please roll her up in that carpet and get her out of here. Put her in her room for now. Take up your post in the hall, and when the three Mord-Sith return, send them in."

Without questioning the instructions, Egan bent to the task. With his strength and size, it was only a minor effort.

After he had inspected the broken door bolt, Richard pulled out a chair from the table and turned it around, next to the fireplace, and sat facing the door. He hoped he was wrong. What was he going to do if he wasn't? He sat in the quiet, listening to the tire crackle, and waited for the three women.

"Come," he called out in response to the knock.

Cara entered, followed by Raina, both in their brown leather, with Berdine bringing up the rear. The first two glanced about casually as they crossed the room.

Berdine swept the room with a more focused search. The three came to a halt before him.

"Yes, Lord Rahl?" Cara asked without emotion. "You wish something?"

Richard folded his arms. "Show me your breasts. All three of you."

Cara's mouth opened to say something, but she closed it and, setting her jaw, started undoing the buttons running up the side of her ribs. Raina glanced to Cara and saw that she was doing as ordered. Reluctantly at first, she started undoing the buttons, too. Berdine watched the other two. Slowly, she started slipping the buttons at the side of her red leather outfit.

When finished, Cara gripped the top of the leather at the side, but didn't open it. Smoldering resentment settled in her expression. Richard rearranged the unsheathed sword in his lap and crossed his legs.

"I'm waiting," he said.

Cara took a final breath of resignation and pulled the front of her outfit opened. In the flickering light coming from the recently stoked fire in ihe hearth, Richard studied each nipple and the wavering shadow cast by each raised knob in the center. Both had the proper contour of flesh, and not the fiat profile of paint put there to mimic.

He shifted his gaze to Raina in silent command. He said nothing as he waited. He could see her fighting to keep silent, and at the same time fighting to decide what to do. She pressed her lips tight in indignation, but finally reached up and yanked the leather aside. Richard gave her breasts the same careful appraisal. Her nipples, too, were both real.

His gaze slid to Berdine. She was the one who had threatened him. She was the one who had lifted her Agiel to him.

It wasn't humiliation, but rage that had her face as red a her outfit "You said we didn't have to do this! You promised us! You said you would not — "

"Show me."

Cara and Raina shifted their weight uncomfortably, not liking this one bit, as if they expected he was choosing one of them for the night, but at the same time neither was willing to do anything to go against the wishes of the Lord Rahl. Still, Berdine didn't move.

He hardened his glare. "That's an order. You are sworn to obey me. Do as I say."

Tears of anger leaked from her eyes. She reached up and tore the leather aside.

She had only one nipple. Her left breast was smooth and unbroken. Her chest heaved with ire.

The other two stared at her smooth left breast in open astonishment. By the looks on their faces, Richard knew they had seen her breasts before. When their Agiel suddenly spun into their fists, he knew that this wasn't what they had expected to see this time.

Richard came to his feet, addressing Cara and Raina. "Forgive me for doing that to you." He gestured for all of them to cover themselves. Berdine stood shaking in rage, not moving, as the other two began to button their leather up the side.

"What's going on?" Cara asked him, her dangerous eyes on Berdine the whole time she worked at the tight buttons.

"I'll tell you later. You two may leave."

"We're not going anywhere," Raina said in a grave tone as her eyes, too stayed on Berdine.

"Yes you are." Richard pointed toward the door. He lifted a finger to Berdine. "You stay right there."

Cara stepped protectively closer to him. "We're not — "

"Don't argue with me, I'm not in the mood! Out!"