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nother world。 Where she walked； the only lights were those of moon and stars； and the hovering； elusive lienae。 She heard the soft chirring of insects and the plashing of the sculpted waterfalls。 There was a breath of wind in the leaves； and somewhere； too； in these gardens there was now a man who had written to her of what lips and hands might do。
She slowed a little on the thought； crossing the fourth bridge； the Ravelle； hearing the gentle sound of tamed water over colored stone。 No one； she realized； knew where she was。 And she knew nothing beyond rumor； which did not reassure； of the man who was waiting in the dark。
But courage was not lacking in her heart； though it might be foolhardy and unwise。 Sharra； dressed in azure and gold； one lapis lazuli pendant hanging between her breasts； came over the bridge and past the curving of the path and saw the lyren tree。
There was no one there。
She had never doubted he would be waiting…which； given the hazards that had lain in his path； was absurd。
A besotted romantic might somehow bribe a servant of hers to plant letters； might promise an impossible tryst； but a Prince of Brennin； the heir even； since his brother's exile； would not dice his life away on a folly such as this； for a woman he'd never seen。
Saddened； and angry with herself for feeling so； she walked the last few steps and stood under the golden branches of the lyren。 Her long fingers； smooth finally； after years of abuse； reached out to caress the bark of the trunk。
〃If you weren't in a skirt； you might join me up here； but I don't imagine a Princess can climb trees anyhow。 Shall I e down？〃 The voice came from directly above her。 She checked a sudden motion and refused to look up。
〃I've climbed every climbable tree in these gardens；〃 she said evenly； over the acceleration of her heart； 〃including this one。 And often in skirts。 I do not care to do so now。 If you are Diarmuid of Brennin； then e down。〃
〃And if I'm not？〃 The tone； for a supposedly infatuated lover； was far too mocking； she thought； and she didn't answer。 Nor did he wait。 There was a rustle in the leaves above； then a thump beside her on the ground。
And then two hands took one of hers quite prehensively； and brought it not to his forehead but to his lips。 Which was all right； though he should have knelt。 What was not all right was that he should turn the hand over to kiss her palm and wrist。
She snatched her hand away； horribly aware of the pounding of her heart。 She still hadn't even seen him clearly。
As if reading the thought； he moved out of shadow； to where the moonlight could find his bright； tousled hair。 And he did drop to a knee then…letting the light fall like benediction on his face。
And so she did see； finally。 The eyes； wide…set and deep； were very blue under long； almost feminine lashes。 The mouth was wide as well； too much so； and there was no softness in it； or in the lines of the beardless chin。
He smiled； though； and not mockingly。 And she realized that from where he knelt she； too； was in the light to be seen。
〃Well…〃 she began。
〃Fools；〃 said Diarmuid dan Ailell。 〃They all told me you were beautiful。 Said it sixteen different ways。〃
〃And？〃 She stiffened； anger ready as a lash。
〃And； by Lisen's eyes； you are。 But no one ever told me there was cleverness in you。 I should have known。 Shalhassan's heir would have to have subtlety。〃
She was pletely unprepared。 No one had ever said this。 Off balance； she fleetingly remembered all her Venassars； so effortlessly handled。
〃Forgive me；〃 this man said； rising to stand beside her； very close。 〃I didn't know。 I was expecting to deal with a very young woman…which you are not； not in the ways that matter。 Shall we walk？ Will you show me your gardens？〃
And so she found herself in stride with him on the northern perimeter of the Circle Path； and it seemed foolish and young to protest when he took her arm。 A question； however； insinuated itself as they moved in the scented darkness； haloed by the lienae flying all about them。
〃If you thought me so simple； how could you write me as you did？〃 she asked； and felt her heartbeat slow again； as a measure of control came back to her in his silence。 Not so easily； my friend； she thought。
〃I am；〃 said Diarmuid quite calmly； 〃somewhat helpless before beauty。 Word of yours reached me some time ago。 You are more than I was told you were。〃
A neat enough answer； for a northerner。 Even honey…tongued Galienth might have approved。 But it was well within her ability to pass。 So although he was handsome and disturbing in the shadows beside her； and his fingers on her arm kept shifting very slightly； and once brushed the edge of her breast； Sharra now felt secure。 If there was a twist of regret； another downward arc of the mind's falcon； she paid it no attention。
〃T'Varen laid out Larai Rigal in the time of my great…grandfather； Thallason； whom you have cause to remember in the north。 The gardens cover many miles； and are walled in their entirety； including the lake； which 。 。 。〃 And so she went on； as she had for all the Venassars； and though it was night now； and the man beside her had a hand on her arm； it really wasn't so very different after all。 I might kiss him； she thought。 On the cheek； as goodbye。
They had taken the Crossing Path at the Faille Bridge； and began curving back north。 The moon was well clear of the trees now； riding high in a sky laced with windblown clouds。 The breeze off the lake was pleasant and not too chilly。 She continued to talk； easily still； but increasingly aware of his silence。 Of that； and of the hand on her arm； which had tightened and had grazed her breast again as they passed one of the waterfalls。
〃There is a bridge for each of the nine provinces；〃 she said； 〃and the flowers in each part of…〃
〃Enough！〃 said Diarmuid harshly。 She froze in midsentence。 He stopped walking and turned to face her on the path。 There was a calath bush behind her。 She had hidden there； playing； as a child。
He had released her arm when he spoke。 Now； after a long； cold glance at her； he turned and began walking again。 She moved quickly to keep up。
When he addressed her； it was while staring straight ahead； his voice low and intense。 〃You are speaking like someone scarcely a person。 If you want to play gracious Princess with the petty lordlings who mince about； courting you； it is none of my affair； but…〃
〃The lords of Cathal are not petty； sir！ They…〃
〃Do not； please； insult us both！ That emasculated whipping…boy this afternoon？ His father？ I would take great pleasure in killing Bragon。 They are worse than petty； all of them。 And if you speak to me as you do to them； you cheapen both of us unbearably。〃
They had reached the lyren again。 Somewhere within her a bird was stirring。 She moved ruthlessly to curb it； as she had to。
〃My lord Prince； I must say I am surprised。 You can hardly expect less formal conversation； in this； our first…〃
〃But I do expect it！ I expect to see and hear the woman。 Who was a girl who climbed all the trees in this garden。 The Princess in her role bores me； hurts me。 De