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father the dignity of a King’s death, but me you will degrade as the worst of whores is not degraded. Asineth had never known such terrible shame in her life, and she longed to die.
    But her maidenhead was Burland, and Burland would be his. Zymas the traitor took Palicrovol’s clothing from him; his wizard, Sleeve, anointed him for the marriage bed. And as he was anointed, Palicrovol looked upon the girl he meant to defraud of all she had, saw in her anguish how terrible a thing it was that he must do to this child, and yet for the kingdom’s sake he did not flinch from what he must do.
    Because she was the daughter of the King, she looked back at him. These gawking churls will see a princess broken, but they will not see her bow. She bit savagely into the barbs of her gag, hoping to drown in her own blood, but the barbs were too slender to draw the heavy stream she needed, and she could not keep her throat from swallowing.
    Then she saw the pity in his face, and she realized for the first time that he was no monster of power, but a man; and if a man, then an animal; and if an animal, then a prisoner of his body. Palicrovol was not as strong as a god, for the gods had no mercy, and the gods were weak or malicious anyway. Palicrovol had the power to ensure that she would be alive when he broke into her secret chamber and left his slime. But did she not have the power Berry had taught her: to make this man remember her? She began to move her girlish body as she had seen Berry move. She saw Palicrovol’s surprise, and then Palicrovol’s eyes filled with—desire. Her movement was so subtle that it could not be seen by anyone but Palicrovol; but once he saw it, he could see nothing else. Asineth was not surprised at his fascination—she had learned from Berry, and Berry was perfection.
    Palicrovol trembled as he took her, and Asineth ignored the pain and tried to use him as Berry had said a woman must use a man if she is to be remembered. When he was done at last, he stood, her blood glistening upon his triumphant horn, and she watched them set the Antler Crown upon his head, and put the Mantle of the Stag upon his shoulders. His eyes were distant, and his knees were weak, and she knew that she had shaken him. She thought he was trembling with the memory of her body, as men had trembled for Berry.
    â€œThe Hart has ridden the Hind,” he said. He cast away the Mantle, and instead donned the white robe of a Godsman. And he was King. The people cheered and cheered.
    The rite was finished, and the few participants withdrew from the crowd into Faces Hall. “Kill her now,” said Zymas. “You have what you need from her. If you let her live, she will only be a danger to you.”
    â€œKill her now,” said Sleeve. “Women can take vengeances that men cannot understand.”
    Kill me now if you dare, Asineth challenged him, her tongue flicking painfully against the barbs. All gods have forsaken me, I have done what little I could do, and I long not to live. Kill me now, but I will haunt the inner chamber of your heart.
    â€œI will not kill her,” said Palicrovol.
    And Asineth believed, for that moment, that she was Berry’s true disciple, that he had found her body too beautiful, too desirable to be slain. Of course the others, who had not known her flesh, did not understand his need.
    â€œMercy to her is injustice to Burland,” said Zymas. “If she lives, you promise us all a future of war and suffering.”
    Palicrovol’s eyes flashed with anger, and he said nothing for a long moment. Asineth waited for him to speak of his love for her. Instead he looked at her and tears came from his eyes and then he said, “I can kill a King, I can ravish a child, all for the sake of God and Burland, but in God’s name, Zymas, wasn’t it to stop the killing of children that you first came to me?”
    Sleeve touched the King’s shoulder. “She is