him at all. Take his immortality, his godly powers, and then be rid of him the way she was rid of Brat. But if there were spells for emptying and discarding a god, she hadn't found them yet. Maybe the Christians should be encouraged. Maybe if everyone stopped believing in these forest totems, they'd lose their power.
In the meantime, Bear was hungry and needed feeding. Then he'd void himself wherever he felt like it, all over the house. It had taken her all these months to get the stink out of the house while he guarded the sleeping princess. Now the odor would be back in force. If only she could...
If only, if only. No matter how much power she had, there was always something else to wish for.
Chapter 5
Naked
Ivan stepped off the bridge onto the grassy meadow and his clothing disappeared.
Startled, he let go of Katerina's hand and tried to cover himself, then realized how pathetic he looked, clutching his genitals, and turned his back on her.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "Peeing?"
Since all his sphincters were firmly clamped down, that wasn't likely. "I'm naked," he said. "What happened to my clothing?"
"I don't know," said Katerina. "Your skin is very smooth. Like a baby's."
It bothered him that she didn't seem bothered by his nudity. He sidled toward the bridge. "Maybe if I cross over to the middle again, I'll get my clothes back."
"They'd just disappear again the minute you came back here," said Katerina impatiently.
If I come back, Ivan thought.
"Your skin is so smooth," she said again. "And white. Have you been sick?"
Her comment annoyed him. He was proud of having a decathlete's body. She was looking at him as if he were... what? Unmanly.
But there were worse things to worry about than her rude assessment of his body. The bridge was invisible again, and he couldn't remember quite where it had been.
"Take my hand again so I can see the bridge," he said.
"No," she said.
"I need my clothes."
"You can't have them," she said.
"I don't like being naked in front of you."
"I already saw," she said. "You don't have to hide your deformity."
Deformity?
It took him a moment to realize what she meant. In America practically everyone in the locker room had been circumcised. But to Katerina's people it would be rare. Nudity, however, must be common. Well, it wasn't common to him.
"I need to wear something," he said.
"I know, it's cold. Too bad you couldn't get the skin off that bear."
"Give me your..." He tried to think of the Old Church Slavonic word for hoose, but if he ever knew it, he didn't know it now. "Your clothing. Robe. Coat." That about exhausted the approximations he could think of.
No answer.
He looked over his shoulder at her. She was, finally, blushing.
"What, I can be naked and you can't part with one piece of clothing?"
"Are you trying to shame me?" she whispered.
"I'm trying not to shame us both," he said. "I can't walk into your parents' house naked."
"Better naked than wearing women's clothing," she said.
"I'm not going to wear it like a woman," he said. "Now give it to me before I freeze to death standing here."
Sullenly she dropped her hoose off her shoulders, then leaned down to pick it up from the ground. She looked away as she handed it to him.
True to his word, he didn't put it over his shoulders - since it was open-fronted, it would hardly have served his purpose that way. Instead he wrapped it around his waist and tucked it like a bath towel.
"Good," he said, facing her again. "I'm covered."
But she who had stared frankly at his nakedness would not look at him now.
"I'm wearing it like a soldier's kilt," he said.
"When people murmur that the husband of the queen once wore her clothing, I will be able to say, I never saw him wear any such thing, and I can swear to it by the Holy Virgin."
"Are you telling me that it's better for me to come to your parents' house naked?"
"It would be better for you to come to my parents' house dead than wearing women's clothing."
"Well, here's an idea. How about if I don't come to your parents' house at all? Give me your hand so I can see the bridge, and I'll be on my way."
She whirled around to face him, to clutch at his hands. "No, no, wear whatever you want. You can't leave, you must come to my house, you have to marry me or we