Light rippled along her gown of sheerest silk, and her flesh seemed to
glow through.
Beside her the table bore wine and food prepared for two.
Eodan gaped.
"Hail Cimbrian," Cordelia raised her hand and beckoned him. "Come," she
said.
Eodan swayed toward her, the blood roaring in his temples.
"Will you drink with me?" she asked softly.
"Yes," he answered thickly.
Their hands touched as she poured the wine into his goblet, and he felt
his flesh leap with excitement.
"My husband was wrong to set a king to work in his fields," she
murmured. "Perhaps we two can reach a better understanding."
She lifted her goblet. "To our tomorrows, may they be better than our
yesterdays."
They drank in turn.
Suddenly her arms went around him and her mouth was hot on his. "I
meant this to be leisurely with much fine play," she whispered. "But
that would be wrong with you. I see it now."