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comes soon, only too keen to put him in his place. What's more, D'Eon has been encouraged to keep copies of all materials relating to his dealings with the king. Insurance of sorts, but a keg of gunpowder beneath him."

"King Louis will be frantic!" Diana exclaimed. "I'm never going to trust anything I read again."

Bey came over to her, and gently relieved her of the bow and arrow she was still clutching. He passed the weapons to Bryght and put his arm around her. "I said we needed a code. Perhaps sweet and pea."

Disheveled and sweaty, he still glowed with the exertion of the fight. She saw that it had scoured away some last, lingering mark. "Very well. But add scarlet and poppy."

"So that's where it started?" he said. "With the poppy?"

She looked around and found they were alone. "No, it started, as I remember, with pimples."

"And pistols."

"And dalliance," she murmured, remembering, "which is one step above flirtation, and one below seduction."

"Ah. Would you care to dally a little, my lady?"

She turned to face him, hand on his chest. "That depends, my lord, on where it leads. My courses are on me."

He kissed her, but said, "Good. I'm saving myself for my wedding night."

She laughed, surprised to find herself perfectly content with this for the moment, with togetherness and conversation. She moved apart a little to look again around the ballroom, where the great moon still glowed and the stars still shone. "It's a shame this was all wasted."

He took her hand. "It's bits and scraps. We can put it together again some other time, and this will certainly be one of the most talked about entertainments of the decade."

"We," she echoed with a smile. "I love that. I am happy now, here, but how long till our wedding?"

"Are you asking me to name the day? In two weeks, then, when the moon is dark and your powers leashed."

"Do I frighten you?"

"To death," he said, but smiling. "I believe I will survive. I liked the sort of wedding Brand and Rosa had, with family and friends. Considering our stations, however, I think it should be on a grand scale."

"Having seen what you can do in days, I can't wait to see what you can achieve in weeks."

"Miracles and marvels. But we have those already. Will you marry me in the south? At Rothgar Abbey?"

"Gladly. It would be too soon after Rosa's wedding at my home, and I want to be part of your life here, too."

"Two weeks from now, then," he said, slowly drawing her into his arms. "At Rothgar Abbey. A country wedding, open to all."

"But suitably magnificent. Rosa and Brand must be there."

"Of course. I'll have to send riders to Scotland to find Steen, too. I'm sure Hilda will want to attend my final conquest."

She touched his face. "Do you feel conquered?"

He kissed her palm. "Completely. I'm delighted." Then he kissed her lips, sweeping her into magical night. They broke apart eventually and wandered the now silent house, talking, touching, kissing.

Eventually they arrived at her bedchamber, the marchioness's bedchamber. He entered with her, but moved on to the adjoining door to his rooms. He paused however, to say, "You must order any changes here you like."

"I think I like these rooms as they are. But you must put some thought to the redecorating of my spouse's bedchamber."

A smile crinkled his eyes. "Don't touch a thing. I long to be taken with violent passion upon that virginal bed."

Chapter 35

Two weeks later, the grounds of Rothgar Abbey were thrown open to the world, and the world came - to dance on the lawns, feast from the long tables, and drink from the bottomless bowls of ale, punch, and lemon water.

Six maypoles stood tall, wound with bright ribbons - so delightfully phallic, Bey had remarked.

A full medieval fair took up the deer meadow, with jugglers, fire-eaters, and those skilled at sleight of hand. There were contests in everything, from the greasy pig to butter churning, arranged so that as many country people as possible would take home a handsome prize. There were even contests for the children, so that soon little ones were running around to show off ribbons, toys, and bells.

Their vows were said in a simple ceremony attended only by close friends and family. Afterward, however, Bey and Diana, both dressed in magnificent white brocade, both with hands covered with glittering rings, strolled around so everyone could see them and wish them happiness.

It was all amazing, undiluted joy, but then Diana felt Bey go tense beside her. Seeking the problem, she saw him looking to where a frantic girl stood with a bundle in her arms, a bundle emitting the unmistakable staccato squawks of a very new, very unhappy baby. The girl jiggled the bundle, looking around, and calling, "Mam? Mam?"

Understanding the effect of this, Diana hesitated between pulling him away and trying to stop the noise. She hurried forward. "Where's its mother, my dear?" she asked, trying to think of some way to calm the baby before Bey ran away or did something else he'd hate.

Then he was there, taking the child before one of the gathering matrons could. Diana hoped it wasn't as obvious to anyone else that he was pale and sweating. The baby didn't magically calm, but over the angry, warbling squawks, he managed to say, "Go find your mother, child."

"Thank you, milord," the wide-eyed girl said and ran off.

One of the women came forward then. "Give it to me, milord. I'll feed it till the mother comes."

He handed the bundle over, and the woman loosened her bodice, murmuring soothingly, and put the child to the breast. After a moment or two, the cries stopped.

Peace returned.

Diana took his hand and led him back a little. "Are you all right?"

Though he still seemed pale, he smiled. "Yes. Amazingly so. I don't suppose anyone likes that sound, but I can cope with it. I've always worried that I might - "

"Strangle it? Bey!"

"Just try to stop the noise." He looked down at her. "I know now I can enjoy our children, even if they are so rude as to scream at me."

She hugged him, there in front of an interested, indulgent crowd, and then the errant mother ran up, puffing, to thank the impromptu wet nurse, and put the baby to her own breast.

Bey gave both mothers a golden guinea, and then he and Diana strolled on. Diana hadn't thought the day could be any more perfect, but she realized now that she'd suffered a small doubt. She'd never thought he'd hurt a child, but she had wondered whether he'd be able to enjoy their children fully.

Now she knew. It wouldn't be easy in the beginning, but it was possible. Especially with a Malloren.

She looked around at the festivities, which seemed set to continue until nightfall. "I don't wish to sound unappreciative of your wonderful entertainments, my lord, but when can we be private?"

He looked down at her. "Anytime you wish, my lady. The house is peaceful and ours."

They tried to slip away, but Rosa and Brand spotted them and set up a cry, so that in the end they had to run to the house through a storm of flowers.

Every one of the family insisted on an embrace as they went - Bryght, Brand, Hilda, and Elf who hugged them twice, once for herself, and once for Cyn. When they ended up in Bey's sunlit bedroom, the flowered carpet gained a hundred new petals.

Then catching another perfume, Diana turned to see a huge bowl of flowers by the bed - a mixture of sweet peas and poppies. She picked out one of each and, grinning, tucked them behind her low white bodice.

They undressed each other with slow delight, and slid beneath cool sheets to lie for a while simply in one another's arms.

"Skin to skin," she said. "This is almost enough."

"But not quite," he said, and kissed her. Their lovemaking was languorous and lovely, and led like a river flowing deep and smooth, to where they had so longed to be.

"And that," said Bey a very long time later, "is perfect enough even for me." He stroked a curl from her brow. "Truly, beloved, sometimes the gods are exceedingly kind."