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strong, hard body pressed to her, every inch of her hungering for more of him.
    His lips parted and she followed his example, moving her lips under his. She clung to him, meeting his demanding, searching mouth. Her heart beat wildly, thundering in her ears. She would never let go; she never wanted this moment to end.
    Ranulf pushed her from him, his body aching at the sight of her closed eyes and moist, parted lips. "Go." His voice was harsh.
    She nodded and silently left the stall, her legs weak and trembling from the force of her emotion.
    M elite watched her daughter enter the Great Hall. She studied the green eyes that stared vacantly about her. "Lyonene! I need you."
    Lyonene was glad to be recalled to the world. Her head spun with too many emotions and thoughts for her to be left alone.
    "There are baths to be prepared for our guests, and you must help." Each of the Black Guard was of noble birth and must be treated accordingly.
    Lyonene looked up in surprise. Her father did not allow her to help bathe the guests. "I do not know what to do."
    "You must see that M eg and Gressy do as they are told and that there are soap and herbs for the water, that there are clean towels for each man. Of course you know what to do."
    One of the private chambers in the top of the donjon had been chosen for the bathing. Hot water was carried from the kitchen below and the great iron tub filled and refilled. Lyonene was very tired when, hours later, she saw Ranulf enter the bathing chamber.
    She knew her mother had left him, their most important guest, until last so that he would not need to rush, and that Lady M elite would reserve the honor of her help in bathing for Ranulf. She was so confused by this day, confused by this man who had entered her life on a great black horse and in these brief hours had taken over every emotion and thought she had.
    M eg came to Lyonene and gave her a sly look. "You are to tell Lady M elite that Sir William needs her and she must come straight away."
    "I cannot... You must tell her, M eg."
    M eg looked at the chamber door in horror. "He is in there; I would be afeared."
    Lyonene narrowed her eyes at the girl and sent her scurrying. She knocked timidly on the door, opened it only a crack and began relaying her father's message.
    "Lyonene, are you daft! Come in and close the door, the heat will escape. Now tell me the message."
    Careful to avoid Ranulf's eyes, eyes that she could feel burning into her back, she gave her message.
    M elite hastily pulled her mantle across her shoulders. "I beg your pardon, my lord, but I must see to my husband. M y daughter will help you with your bath, but I warn you, you must have patience, for she is inept at the task. Now, Lyonene, do but remember your last experience and be careful not to get your surcoat and mantle wet. I will return in a moment, but hurry now, for the water grows cold."
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    Alone, Lyonene could not turn to look at him. His voice came to her, and the sadness in it changed her mood.
    "I need no help; you do not need to stay."
    She turned to smile at him and found herself staring wide-eyed as he sat in the steaming tub. His shoulders were wide, his chest thick and the great muscles on his arms clearly defined. The firelight gleamed on the smooth, damp skin, bronzed by the sun. His entire chest was covered in a thick fur of curling black hair. She could not help laughing. "You look to be the Black Lion all over."
    She hurriedly looked away, appalled at her boldness.
    Ranulf returned her smile, and they were at ease with one another again. "Your mother was right. The water grows cold, and my patience grows thin." He held out a bar of soap. "Come, wash my back."
    As she stepped forward, she remembered her mother's warning. She removed her mantle from her shoulders and then the sideless surcoat and the leather belt beneath. From a little leather pouch she took gold scissors and snipped the tight sleeves of her tunic, putting them with her other clothes.