"Always keep one's eyes downcast with meekness," was another morsel of wisdom the two instructors tossed out.

"Hah! Only if you want to fall flat on your face." Almost immediately, she said, "Ouch!" Kareem had switched her across the back.

"Then there is piercing one's belly b.u.t.ton with a gold ring," Selim was saying. He ordered a young woman in the front row to stand and demonstrate. She had a gold ring, all right, smack in the center of her belly.

Tyra winced and thought,Ouch ! "That is attractive? Really, ladies, are you believing this hog swill?"

This time, Kareem took great pleasure in putting his full force behind the swish of the whip across her back. Mayhap she would rest her tongue for a bit, after all. She adjusted her position on the divan and heard the tinkle of tiny bells. All the women were scantily clad, mostly in diaphanous pants and vests with lots of little bells. "What are we? Cows? Do we need bells to find our way home?" she muttered. Actually, Tyra would be mortified if anyone other than two hundred women were to see her in this attire. She looked like a six-foot scarf, in her opinion. Of course, she'd forgotten that she was not going to speak anymore, but Kareem had not. Three hits she got this time.

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 anew 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,Forthe love of a Frost Giant! What would Adam think of this trick?

But then she immediately chastised herself.Iam 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 Roma.n.u.s. 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 s.p.a.ce 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. a.s.signed 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 a.s.sumingsomeone 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 Which oft leads to excesses.

Gold plate, silk robes, jewels galore, So much food that the belly gets sore, Horses, boats, women, slaves, and what's more, There ne'er seems to be enough of anything, So greed and dissipation become king.

Methinks there is much to be said For the simple life led.

Food, shelter, fire, and wife...

That is all one really needs in life."

For once, Bolthor's saga made sense. Tykir nodded, and Adam told him how impressed he was. There was something revolting about the excess of this court. There should be a better balance between rich and poor. Strange idea, that. Who would have thought it would come from Bolthor? But then, perchance Adam had been guilty like many others of thinking Bolthor was slow-witted just because he spoke slowly.

Adam's slave girl, who had to be all of thirteen years old, had gone off to deliver a message for him to King Thorvald. She was returning now.

"Your king says to come forth. The emperor will speak with you now," she told him in her girlish voice. "You two, as well," she added, indicating Tykir and Bolthor.

Adam nodded and stood, noticing that Thorvald was doing the same, with the help of two servants, one of whom handed him his staff. If Adam wasn't so worried about Tyra, he would be concerned about the king, who was not as strong as he believed.

Within seconds, the four of them stood before the emperor and empress, whose divans were on a dais elevated slightly from the rest of the room. Roma.n.u.s and Theophano-both extremely handsome people-did not rise for them. Instead, they remained half reclining on their low sofas.

The four of them were dressed in their best finery... quality cloth, exquisite embroidery, amber jewelry, silver armlets... but they looked like paupers compared to these two, and most others at the court.

"Welcome to Byzantium, Thorvald. I believe you were a friend to my father."

Thorvald nodded. "And to his son, as well."

After Thorvald introduced the three of them, Roma.n.u.s said, "I understand you had a miraculous operation performed on you of late."

Here we go again with the miracle business, Adam thought.

"Yea, I did. A hole in the head."

Oh,G.o.d, please, no hole-in-the-head jests.

"This is the physician who cut into my scalp and saved my life," the king went on, waving a hand at Adam.

"Aaahh!" the emperor and empress both sighed, duly impressed, he supposed. Or bored.

"Would you care to tour my hospitiums on the morrow? I have five of them. Mayhap you can explain this head drilling to my healeis," Roma.n.u.s suggested to Adam.

"I would be honored to do so... at another time. There is a more urgent matter on my mmd...our minds... first."

He could tell that the emperor was not pleased with his answer. Still, Roma.n.u.s inquired, "And what would thaturgent matter be?"

"My daughter," the king said. "I must see my daughter Tyra."

At the same time, Adam said, "My betrothed, Tyra."

"Your betrothed?" the empress asked with surprise.

Equally surprised, the emperor turned to his wife. "She did not tell us she was betrothed, did she, Theo?"

"She does not know yet," Adam admitted, feeling his face heat up with embarra.s.sment.

Roma.n.u.s and Theophano both smiled, while Thorvald, Tykir, and Bolthor chuckled on either side of him.

"Where is she?" Adam asked bluntly The emperor narrowed his eyes at him and replied with equal bluntness. "Serving with the Army of the East."

Theophano put a hand on her husband's sleeve, a crafty expression sweeping over her face. "Did I forget to tell you, husband? The Stoneheim soldiers are serving with the Varangian Guard under General Leo Phocas, but the warrior princess known as Tyra... " She shrugged, and said no more.

"What of Tyra?" Adam and Thorvald both prodded at the same time.

"Alas, she is missing," Theophano explained.

A bull-like roar emerged from Thorvald's chest, and Adam saw for the first time where the king had got his reputation as the Wolf of the North. In truth, Adam was as angry as the king over the empress's seemingly indifferent att.i.tude about Tyra's fate.

The emperor was clearly shocked at his wife's words, but not about to challenge her in such a public forum. He gave his wife a long look which made it clear that there were explanations to be made on her part later. For now, he stood behind her by proclaiming, "There you have it, then, My wife has told you... Tyra is somewhere in the East missing."

Adam and Thorvald exchanged worried glances then. Thorvald had warned him of the dangers of court intrigue. Now he was experiencing them firsthand. He would bet his bag of herbs that the empress knew more than she was saying.

The king's face was red with suppressed fury and his hands were clenched into tight fists, but Thorvald, to his credit, spoke in an even tone when he addressed the emperor "Roma.n.u.s, I am the king of a small section of a small country, but I am ruler there, just as you are here .And my daughter Tyra is a princess in her own right, no matter how she may portray herself. You have not shown the proper respect for a daughter of Norway. And I can tell you this for a certainty. Not only do I take umbrage at your lack of concern, but my fellow kings of Vestland and all the Norse countries would join in my outrage if they learned of this. We protect our own."

Roma.n.u.s sat up on his divan, then stood abruptly. His Imperial Guard behind him drew their weapons, ready for any command. Roma.n.u.s's face was as red as Thorvald's when he asked, "Do you threaten me, Viking?"

Thorvald said nothing, just held his chin high as he held the gaze of the equally arrogant emperor.

Adam stepped in then "Let me add this, Roma.n.u.s My uncle Tykir, Jarl of Dragonstead, is a warrior of great repute in Norway, and my uncle Eirik is Lord of Ravenshire in Britain. Both of them would join me in a trice if I called on them to help recover this woman."

Roma.n.u.s waved a hand airily. "You would still be far outnumbered."

Adam shrugged. "Yea, we would be. But do you really want to risk a war over a mere woman?"

Several of the Byzantine advisers of high rank rushed up to the emperor and engaged him in hasty conversation, too low to be heard from their position at the bottom of the steps. Soon Roma.n.u.s announced, reluctantly, "I apologize for the treatment of Tyra, Warrior Princess, whilst in my land. I put my troops at your disposal to help recover her."

The empress looked as if she might be choking on her tongue as her husband spoke. She must take his words as an indirect slap at her.

Adam and Thorvald nodded their acceptance of Roma.n.u.s's apology and his pledge of help. What else could they do?

"Well, it would seem we are off to the Eastlands," the king p.r.o.nounced in a voice that brooked no argument, not even from an upstart emperor half his age, nor from a devious empress.

Oh, Tyra, where are you?

Tyra was in a harem. A harem, for the love of G.o.d!

Adam didn't know whether to laugh, or cry, or both.

"I'll tell you one thing," he told Rashid, "if that tandy desert sheik has dared to lay a hand on her, I will cut it off."

"Best you drop your anger and concentrate on getting inside the harem compound," his a.s.sistant advised him.

" 'Tis said that only a man without b.a.l.l.s may enter a harem."

Adam was about to snarl something sarcastic to Rashid, but really, the man had been invaluable to him with his Arab contacts. He had arranged for Adam-and Adam alone-to enter the sacred confines of the women's quarters with a contingent of physicians who would be giving the houris their annual examinations. The examinations would involve checks for continued virginity in some, resulting in a death sentence if it was missing; s.e.xual diseases in others, which also resulted in a death sentence since it indicated adultery; and various everyday complaints, like rashes, which could also mean death, depending on how they had been contracted.

Thorvald and a troop of one hundred Norse soldiers-both Varangians and regular everyday mercenaries-would be waiting for him and Tyra a half-mile away from the palace. a.s.suming they were able to escape, that is. Among the men-at-arms were the guilt-ridden Gunter and Egil and the Stoneheim troop, who suffered much personal regret that they had not protected Tyra better. General Phocas had been forced to help them in every way possible on orders from the emperor.

Adam donned his Arab robe, pulled up the hood, and tugged one side across his face so that only his eyes were visible. Under his robes, he was fully armed with sword and dagger. He mounted his horse then and was about to ride over to join the five other physicians, who were similarly attired.

"Allah be with you," Rashid called out.

"May Odin watch your back, and Thor lead your sword arm," Tykir added.

"Bring my daughter home, I pray thee," Thorvald directed, gruffly.

"Please, G.o.d," Adam concurred in prayer. And he was off.

"If any of you lackwit doctors think you're going to stick a finger inside me to check for a maidenhead, you are sorely mistaken."

The other harem houris shrunk away from her. She was always getting in trouble, and they probably feared contamination by a.s.sociation. Or else they thought she was demented... which she very well might be.

The Arab physicians who had entered the harem a short time ago probably didn't understand a word she'd said, although she could have sworn one of them chuckled, but she announced, "Here is some news for you. I am not a virgin anyhow."

The chuckling doctor chuckled some more behind his hood.

Kareem wasn't chuckling, though. He hissed a warning from behind her and waved his little whip.