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whom Eoin had assigned to look after her. Beitris was, from what Freya had seen, typical of the females here, stunningly beautiful, combining a subtle air of sensuality with a wary alertness. The Faol were slightly wild, slightly menacing and completely fascinating, much like the wolves into which they could apparently shift.
    â€œWhat is this,” Freya asked, pointing to a strange device like a tap built into a niche in the wall. When Beitris turned it, warm water sluiced from a crack in the rock into a shallow pool. “Like a waterfall,” Freya exclaimed delightedly.
    â€œThe water comes from the volcanic hot springs which help keep Kentarra temperate. We have only spring and summer here, no winter nor even autumn,” Beitris explained. “This indoor waterfall is for bathing. Here, let me help you out of those dirty clothes.”
    â€œTell me about Prince Eoin,” Freya asked as she began to undo her robe.
    Beitris stiffened slightly. “What do you want to know?”
    â€œJust—I don’t know, what is he like?”
    â€œHe is a much respected leader,” Beitris replied. “He was a bit wild and impetuous when he was younger, but since he came to power he’s changed, matured beyond recognition almost. Mind you, that’s hardly surprising, he had his work cut out for him, taking over from Prince Struan. He had to fight to retain his Alpha status several times, but no one could defeat him, and even those among us who were at first critical have come to admire him.”
    â€œHe told me he’s made changes. Tonight’s ritual…”
    â€œAn Alpha and a pack member.” Beitris shook her head, smiling. “It would have been unthinkable even a year ago. Now, we must hurry. Let’s get you undressed, for the bell will be summoning us soon.”
    â€œI can manage for myself, thank you,” Freya said, pulling her stockinged leg out of Beitris’s grasp. She never allowed anyone to see her bare foot if she could help it.
    â€œAs you wish,” Beitris said disappointedly. “I have never seen a human body. I confess I was looking forward to seeing yours,” she said with a frank look which made Freya blush furiously.
    â€œI’d heard mortals were shy about such natural things. How strange!” Beitris said with an impish grin. “There’s a gown laid out for you on the bed. When the bell tolls, you must come down to the throne chamber.”
    â€œHow will I know what to do?”
    Beitris chuckled. “You are human, you are permitted to do nothing but observe. It is a rare privilege our prince is granting you. You should be flattered.”
    When Beitris left, Freya finished undressing and stood under the warm cascade, soaping herself over and over, washing away the grime of her captivity. She was free. She really was free. As the water sluiced over her body, the tension which had been keeping her shoulders rigid for weeks begin to ease. She could almost see the weeks of worry and fear washing away with the suds. Stretching up her arms, she let the water trickle over her face, down the valley between her breasts, relishing its gentle caress. She was free. And what’s more, she was here, on the Isle of Kentarra, home of the Faol, about to see a ritual few humans had ever witnessed.
    The dress left for her was of scarlet silk, trimmed with knots of satin ribbons, the white sark which she wore under it having an extravagant fall of lace at the décolleté and the sleeves. There was lace too, spun like gossamer, on her petticoats. Rich as Freya was, she had never worn clothes so elegant or so beautiful. Turning in front of a long mirror, she saw an exotic stranger. The robe was laced tight at the waist, emphasising the curve of her hip. She wore no stays, and her breasts rose almost indecently from the low neckline, looking fuller than in her own normal attire. She leaned forward and caught the merest hint of pink