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She was going to make Kareem eat that whip when she got out of this place. If she ever got out of this place. Nay, nay, nay, she could not think that way. Someone was sure to come for her. Gunter. Or Egil. Or her soldiers. They'd better come.

But wait. The program was finally getting interesting. Selim and Salome were handing out smooth marble rods to all the ladies. They were about the width of her forefinger and twice as long. She frowned, trying to figure out the purpose of such an object.

"Today you are going to be taught how to strengthen a new muscle in your bodies… one which will enhance the pleasure of the master during bedplay. And your pleasure as well," Selim added as an enticement.

Muscles? That was a subject with which Tyra was well acquainted, but she did not think there was any muscle that could be considered new to her.

She was wrong. As one of the houris demonstrated the purpose of the marble wand, Tyra's eyes widened.

"There is an inner muscle that you must learn to control." Selim instructed "Clench, unclench, clench, unclench, clench, unclench…"

As he repeated the order over and over, Tyra began to understand the principle. And all she could think was, For the love of a Frost Giant! What would Adam think of this trick?

But then she immediately chastised herself. I am never going to see Adam again.

Am I?

The intrusion of Adam into her thoughts erased all interest in the demonstration. At some point she was going to have to face her feelings about him, and the mistakes she might have made. In that moment, Tyra made a vow to herself. If she ever escaped this harem… and she had no doubt that she would… she was going to return to Stoneheim and make peace with her father and sisters.

Then she was going for Adam.

Really, every good soldier knew that there were times when it was best just to cut one's losses. She was unhappy here in the Eastlands. She had been unhappy in Byzantium. And it all had to do with Adam… or his absence from her life. It didn't matter where she was; she could be happy if he were there.

Yea, she was going for Adam. Even if she had to kidnap him again. They had unfinished business… the least of which involved marble wands.

Well, mayhap not the least.

Chapter Nineteen

Byzantium, later that night

King Thorvald was lying on couch number three in the Hall of Nineteen Couches, as indicative of his high standing in the court of Emperor Romanus. Adam, Tykir, and Bolthor were on couches much farther down the line, as indicative of their lower standing.

It was late on the night of their arrival, and Adam could not care less where he sat, whether his plate was gold or silver, whether he got one more dish served in grape leaves, whether his face was fanned by a dancing girl, or his fingers washed with rose water. If Adam spoke with one more Byzantine physician about herbs and healing, he was going to scream. Medicine was his profession, but Tyra was his obsession.

Six hours in the emperor's presence, and they had not yet been given permission to discuss the purpose of their mission. They had not seen or heard of any of the Stoneheim contingent.

"Protocol," King Thorvald had advised him. "We must follow protocol to accomplish our ends. Diplomacy is the key if we want to leave this land where we are far outnumbered."

He had told the king exactly what he could do with his diplomacy, and the king had told him that mayhap he wouldn't give him his daughter after all.

It was probably a good thing he and Thorvald were separated. Angry words spoken in haste needed time and space to heal.

He took another sip of the wine in his goblet and turned to speak with Tykir, who was listening to something being said by a slave girl wearing a clinging garment. Assigned to feed Tykir grapes or fan his face in case a bead of sweat dared to pop out, she purred to him, "You are such a fascinating man."

Tykir must have heard Adam's snort of disgust, because he blushed and told the slave girl, "I am not all that fascinating."

"Alinor is going to kill you when she hears about this," Adam remarked.

"That is assuming someone has a death wish and chooses to tell her," Tykir said out of the side of his mouth.

On his other side, Adam heard Bolthor grumbling to his slave girl, "Just because I speak slowly does not mean that I think slowly."

The girl just giggled. She probably did not understand the Norse language, and thought he was commenting on her rouged nipples, which were visible through the fabric of her gown.

"Here is a saga for you two," Bolthor said. "A Viking View of Life."

"Some lands are filled with riches