“Oh Circe!” Nahka called through the throng surrounding the fabric stall, she was holding up a bolt of pure gold silk that shimmered in the sun, “You must have this! It was made for our golden queen!”
She was beaming at me brighter than the gold silk she held in her hand.
I smiled back at her and twisted my head to Teetru who stood just slightly behind me. “Could you go buy some of that for a sarong for me?” She nodded then I went on, “And, choose something you like for you and pieces for Jacanda, Packa, Gaal and Beetus. My girls need something pretty. For sarongs and tops too.”
She blinked at me in shock and stayed unmoving.
So I grinned at her, took her hand, gave it a squeeze and urged with a jerk of my head toward the stall, “Go.”
Her body jolted physically before she nodded then hurried forward.
I felt a hand curl around my elbow and looked to my other side. It was Sabine.
“Can I speak with you?” she asked in Korwahk.
She’d taken to the language and was getting pretty good at it. She wasn’t as good at it as me, of course. I was, I was pleased to say, nearly fluent. But she hadn’t had as much practice though she was better at it that Anastasie, who was struggling. Claudine was still giving them daily lessons.
She had also not shared what was happening with her and Zahnin and not one of my posse pried. That said, I was in her cham twice when he came in. The first time was some weeks ago and she’d instantly gone tense but not with fear, still simply guarded. The second time was two days ago and she’d bitten her lip before she’d offered him a tentative smile. Neither time did he repeat soft words or a gentle touch like he had weeks ago but both times his eyes went warm and his mouth went soft when he saw her.
My hope was, he was breaking through.
At that moment, when she pulled us slightly back and out of the crowd, Bain moving with us, I would find out he definitely was.
She looked shyly at Bain and I knew she didn’t want him to overhear.
I gave him a look and asked, “Can Sabine and I have a moment of privacy?”
His eyes went from me to Sabine to me again. Then his mouth twitched. Then he stepped out of hearing distance.
Sabine didn’t delay. She launched right in. “Can I be forthright?”
I nodded.
She studied me then said, “I mean, really forthright.”
I struggled against a giggle and nodded again.
“I, er… need your advice,” she stated.
“About what, sweetheart?” I asked.
“About,” her eyes slid away, she bit her lip and then they came back to me, “er… Zahnin, my, um… husband.”
I turned to face her, folding my hand on hers still at my elbow and whispered, “I’ll do my best. Tell me what you need.”
She was looking up at me again and I saw pink tinge her cheeks.
Then she spoke quickly in somewhat broken Korwahk, “He doesn’t er… he has been… for some time, he has been… changed. At first, he was, it was… not good. I was, you know, I’ve told you, I had no idea what was happening. But, I got to the point where, I don’t know, I decided… er, since it kept happening, I knew it wasn’t going to stop. So, uh, anytime he touched me, I just,” her face flamed deeper pink and she whispered, “got to my knees, pulled up my nightgown and put my face in the bed, like he always took me so he would just… get it over with.”
Oh God. How hideous.
I let her hand at my elbow go, grabbed her other one, held it to my chest and whispered, “I’m so sorry, my sweet girl.”
She nodded and bit her lip. “Thank you,” she whispered back then she drew breath into her nose and kept whispering, “He was my first.”
Oh God. She was a virgin.
I squeezed her hand. “Oh Sabine, I’m so sorry.”