lightly on the throat and looked up at him, relieved to see some of the strain on his face had eased.
‘It has, and I have needed it badly.’ Vesna patted the pauldron fused to his shoulder. ‘Anything more might be a bit uncomfortable, I’m afraid.’
Tila ignored him and ran her fingers tenderly over the black-iron plate. ‘It’s certainly not enough to put me off,’ she declared, her fingers moving to his cheek, ‘even if you are wearing more jewellery these days too. Has anything else changed?’
Vesna laughed, for the first time in what felt like years. ‘Not the man inside,’ he said. ‘Karkarn was insistent that he was not looking for a warrior to fight in his name. He wanted the man I am, and so a man I remain.’
‘But you are still changed; I can feel it in your arms. You’ve been touched by a God; you carry a part of him within you. Do you still need sleep? Food? Will Karkarn visit us every day? Will you age like a man, or a God?’
Vesna raised his fingers to her lips to stop the questions. ‘I can’t answer, not yet, but I can assure you that I’m still a man, with all of a man’s needs and frailties. The rest is unknown; we’ll have to discover the answers together.’ He gestured towards where Karkarn had been standing a few moments before. ‘As you’ve seen, my God is reluctant to reveal everything.’
‘And what of me?’ Tila asked in a small voice.
‘What do you mean?’
Her eyes lowered and her hands fell away. ‘Where do your loyalties lie now? This cannot have failed to change you inside. Whatever you believed when the offer was first made, you now have a God’s interests to serve.’ She hesitated, then, her voice barely audible, she said, ‘What room is there in your life for a foolish girl half your age?’
‘Tila, my Tila,’ Vesna said, tilting her head up to look her in the eye, ‘it would take more than the tears of a God to change my heart.’ He took her hands again, and pulled her close, and kissed her, gently. ‘Tila, I know the duty I now bear, but you have to believe that it will never eclipse what I feel for you. Just as the rage of the Gods turned mild-mannered priests into fanatics, so I have been irrevocably changed by you, and I am equally devoted to my cause.’
She blushed, and squeezed his hands. She was turning her head up for another kiss when her eyes widened and she stopped back half a pace. ‘Vesna, that reminds me: Lesarl’s been investigating the fanatics further and he thinks it was those who were actively praying when the spell over Scree was broken were the ones most badly affected. You mustn’t expect all of Karkarn’s priests to accept you easily.’
Vesna looked at his beloved. He had been agonising for days over how he would explain his new condition and that really wasn’t the response to his declaration he’d been expecting. ‘Well, thank you for ruining the moment for me! Do you have to think like a politician all the time?’ He smiled to take the sting out of his words, and Tila blushed again, this time in embarrassment.
‘I’m sorry, I just remembered, and it’s important.’ Suddenly she poked him hard in the chest. ‘Hang on, didn’t you just compare me to the bloodlust that’s been tearing the Land apart these last few months?’
‘I . . . ah — ’ Vesna stammered, ‘no, no — I didn’t mean it that way at all!’
‘And yet that’s how it came out. You soldiers really are as brainless as mules, sometimes.’ Tila’s face lit up, and she hugged him. ‘You’re very, very lucky I’m still going to marry you, Count Vesna; I can’t think how you’d ever manage around all these Gods without me.’
Vesna held her close, immeasurably cheered. Just the sight of this beautiful girl, the scent of her perfume, the touch of her soft skin, had done much to lift the bleakness surrounding him, though his heart remained heavy.
‘I should thank you for that, then — and believe me, I do,’ he said. ‘So. Have you set a date for this salvation of mine?’
‘A month from now,’ Tila replied promptly. ‘I would drag you before Lord Fernal right this very minute if it were up to me, but my mother would never forgive me, and that is too great a burden for us both to bear