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beneath the water, rinsing out the fragrant lather. Moments later he emerged with a force that sent water flying. Cursing, Simon jumped aside.
    â€œGo on,” Dominic said.
    Shaking water from his tunic with one hand, Simon used the other to slap soap onto Dominic’s palm with enough force to draw a hard look.
    â€œA man who takes a Glendruid wife will have fields that prosper,” Simon said, “lush pastures, ewes that give twins, industrious and obedient vassals, brimming fish ponds, and—”
    â€œA staff like a war stallion and eternal life,” Dominic interrupted, impatient with the superstitious nonsense.
    â€œOh, has Sven talked to you already?”
    Dominic gave his younger brother a glittering gray glance.
    Simon grinned widely and his black eyes danced with amusement.
    â€œWhere is this benighted Glendruid place?” Dominic asked dryly. “To the south where the Celts run amok?”
    â€œSome say so.” Simon shrugged. “Others say to the north. A few say east.”
    â€œOr west? The sea, perhaps?”
    â€œThey are people, not fish,” retorted Simon.
    â€œAh, that is a relief. It would be arduous indeed to bed the daughter of a flounder. A man wouldn’t know how to grip the creature. Or precisely where .”
    Laughing, Simon held out a large drying cloth to his brother. As Dominic stood, water ran off his big body in cascades, splashing and gathering until it reached the gutter and dropped unheard into the moat far below.
    â€œThis Glendruid nonsense will end within the year,” Dominic said, “when my son is born.”
    Simon smiled slightly. He knew well his brother’s determination to found a dynasty. Simon had the same determination himself.
    â€œUntil your heir is born,” Simon said, “take care what you say in public about the Glendruid tale. It is a superstition dearly held by the local people.”
    â€œIn public I will believe. But the bedchamber is a private place. I will have my heirs.”
    â€œâ€™Tis a good thing the sultan’s harem nursed you back to health,” Simon said. “Your wife won’t have cause to complain of her treatment when it is time to make heirs. The harem girls were admirably trained.”
    For an instant, Dominic thought of getting Meg in his bedchamber, of fanning her hair like soft fire across the pillows before he opened her thighs and sheathed himself in another kind of soft fire. His blood ignited like dry grass at the image.
    â€œThe trick is to get a girl into the bedchamber,” Dominic said irritably, trying to cool the heat in his blood.
    â€œI doubt there is a female in this keep who wouldn’t be delighted to take your staff in hand.”
    â€œThere’s one,” Dominic said dryly.
    â€œThe elusive Margaret.”
    Lady Margaret hadn’t been the woman Dominic had been thinking of at that moment, but he said nothing. Instead, he began drying himself vigorously.
    â€œThe lady will come to heel soon enough,” Simon said after a moment. “She is noble born. She may not like her duty, but she will do it. As for the rest, there are always the wenches around the keep. Or the gifted Marie.”
    â€œA pretty whore, but a whore nonetheless. Ibrought her and her like for my knights, not for myself. I don’t want trouble with my vassals over their daughters.”
    â€œI know. I’m the only one who believes it, however.”
    Dominic grunted and continued rubbing himself dry rather forcefully. The thought of one of his knights catching the maid from the mews alone made cold rage uncoil in Dominic’s gut.
    â€œI had better warm my knights once again,” he said flatly. “They will neither harry nor harrow unwilling girls. Particularly none with hair the color of fire, skin like fine cream, and eyes to equal a sultan’s most prized emeralds.”
    Simon lifted his eyebrows in silent surprise. “I thought