Futuristic 3 Heart of Warrior

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happen to be. Stubborn is often our middle name."
"I thought your middle name was Tomboy."
"Oh, cute, real cute. Pretend you don't know what the hell I'm talking about."
He disagreed. "You are telling me it is your nature to be stubborn. This is the nature of most women, so
warriors expect it and find it amusing."
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"Why amusing?"
"Because it is not a thing women succeed at very well-here."
"You might want to readjust that statement a little bit to include, until now."
He chuckled, then hugged her, then explained why he was suddenly so pleased with her responses.
"You-and Martha-insist that you are different because you were not born here, but truly, kerima, your
reaction to an unwanted lesson is no different from that of a Sha-Ka'ani woman."
She pushed out of his arms, narrowed her eyes on him. "Lesson? just what were you trying to teach me
there? That if I do or say something you don't like, you'll embarrass the hell out of me?''
"It was not meant to embarrass you."
"Then what was I meant to feel?"
"Exactly what you did feel."
What she'd felt was raw passion and a desire to make love with him right then and there. "I don't get it."
He didn't respond, which managed to infuriate her enough to say, "Martha, you and I are going to have a
long talk before the end of the day, and you're coming clean this time."
But Dalden objected to Martha enlightening her, insisting, "Lessons are better learned by example than in
the telling."
Brittany bristled, but before she could reply, Martha lit into the warrior. "DaIden, did that Sha-Ka'ani
pure air muddle your brain all of a sudden? You've done fine until now, keeping it in mind that she's not
Sha-Ka'ani. Don't blow it just because you're home, and don't make some assumptions based on one
reaction when she's capable of reactions you've never seen before. Some of the things that you see as
natural and right and your responsibility, she just isn't going to tolerate. That cultural difference I warned
you about better be ringing a big bell, because it's real, it's huge, and it will cause problems of the like no
warrior, even your father in dealing with Tedra, has ever faced before."
Brittany stiffened, feeling an ominous dread that frightened her. Dalden stiffened as well, though for
different reasons. She didn't like hearing that she, specifically, was going to be the cause of trouble
between them. He didn't like hearing that Martha was so certain he wouldn't be equipped to deal with it.
Brittany clutched him suddenly, the fear getting to her. "Whatever happens, we can work it out.
Whatever it is she thinks I'm going to hate, I'll-I'll try to understand, I'll try not to hate it. We will work it
out, Dalden."
He hugged her back, squeezing a bit harder than usual. "I am grateful, yet do you not need to make
promises based on the unknown. We will indeed 'work it out.' I will allow no other thing to be."
His indomitable will managed to truly amaze her sometimes. They'd be fine because he said so. No
matter what, no matter the obstacles, no matter anything. He'd have it no other way, wouldn't allow it.
She wished she could grab hold of that certainty and take it to heart. But it was reassuring and took the
edge off her fear.
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"Did I mention architecture?" Martha's voice intruded in another really dry tone.
Brittany burst out laughing, the rest of her tension fading away.
Chapter Forty-one
BRITTANY HADN'T MISSED TOO MUCH OF THE TOWN, just the approach. And Sha-Ka-Ra
was bigger than she'd expected after Martha's remark that their towns didn't come in sizes she was used
to-not so much in head count, but in the buildings being spread out with plenty of breathing space
between each one. It was perched on a flat plateau, so nothing was built on the slopes of the mountain.
The main street was very wide, lined at regular intervals with trees of different colors-none that she
actually recognized, though a horticulturist she was not-and lampposts. The posts were similar to what
was used in the nineteenth century, when someone came by each night and lit the candles in them, but [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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