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forced herself to stop shivering, and walked toward land with the bearing and pride of what she was: a High Priestess.
    As Tanaka emerged from the sea, Tabor caught his breath. When Ingmar the Savage had foisted the Egyptian captive upon him, Tabor had no intention of keeping her. His first thought was that he would feed and clothe her, then bundle her off to Rollo's, where she could work for her food and lodging and perhaps find herself a husband who would care for her. But now, as he watched her rise out of the fjord, with the grace of a copper-skinned sea-goddess, he thought only of what extraordinary ecstasy he would know by inviting her to his bed and warming her body with the heat of his own.
    Tabor had been stunned by Tanaka's beauty even when she was dirty from the arduous trek to Hedeby. Her hair and body were clean now, revealing her comeliness and a regal bearing heightened her physical charms.
    She was more slender than Tabor had thought; and, as he watched the clear, cold water streaming down her body and between her breasts as she walked toward shore, he saw she was also more buxom. Unlike those of the tall, blonde, ivory-skinned women Tabor was accustomed to, Tanaka's areolas were a deep brown. Glistening now with sea water, the nipples stood tight and erect from the cold. When the water level reached Tanaka's waist, her stride broke for only a fraction of a second, her gaze challenging Tabor. Another two steps, and the brine splashed the tops of her thighs, exposing her femininity to Tabor.
    The visual charge from the sparse triangular thatch of hair and the soft pink flesh gripped Tabor savagely with greater magnitude than it should have for a Viking of his experience.
    Inhaling deeply, Tanaka searched inside herself for strength. As she drew breath, her breasts swelled out, rising, drawing Tabor's hungry stare.
    Let him look , Tanaka thought defiantly, her cheeks turning pink with a mixture of anger, helplessness, and embarrassment. He looks at me without clothes and can't speak. My beauty makes him stupid. ... and I can defeat a stupid man.
    She walked up to Tabor and looked down at him, still fighting against the shivers that tried to grip her body. She dropped the bar of strange soap that she had found so pleasant and extended a hand toward the drying cloth. "If you please?"
    Tabor's too-confident grin quickly returned. He picked up the towel; but, instead of handing it to her, he set his empty drinking horn down and got to his feet.
    "Your hair is so thick," Tabor said, his dry mouth at last able to form words as he stepped behind his newly acquired "slave." "I'll have to dry it last, or the cloth will be too wet to dry the rest of . . ." His words trailed off, but in his mind he concluded with your magnificent body.
    Delicately, as though she were very fragile, Tabor eased Tanaka's thick, heavy, wet hair away from her shoulders, then he began patting her shoulders, arms, and back dry with the cloth. Even as he did this, touching Tanaka's flesh only with the cloth, Tabor was shockingly aware that he was using his power over her to touch her, and this was a direct violation of the code of conduct he had set and rigorously maintained for himself and his men. Could he expect his Viking warriors to follow rules that he could not adhere to himself? This violation made him feel weak, as though his will power —the single, driving force that controlled his life and his beliefs —were no longer strong, true, or unbending.
    He dried her body slowly, allowing himself the hypocritical rationalization that if he touched her only with the towel and never with his bare hand, then he really wasn't using power over her for his own sexual pleasure.
    He patted dry the small of her back, then knelt behind Tanaka to dry the taut, smooth curves of her buttocks. As he did this, his mouth felt dry; and in the core of his soul, Tabor realized with embarrassing certainty that he had never before been so powerfully affected by a