To my surprise, color bled rapidly over her cheeks as if she were an untried maid. I shifted so I could see her better, putting my back toward Oreg as I tried to remember what we’d said that would cause her to blush.

When I remembered, I almost let it go, but something told me that it might be time to push my suit a bit—maybe because she didn’t deny Kellen’s claim that she was interested in me.

As she stared out blindly at the crystal-laced cavern, I said, “He had one part of it right enough. I wouldn’t mind tying my house with your father’s.”

Expressions crossed her face rapidly before she covered them with a polite mask. When she spoke, it was with the inflection of someone repeating a rote learned speech. “I’m flattered, Ward. But you need to look for someone younger—a Shavig maiden who will run your keep—”

“Bah,” I interrupted with a rude disgust I certainly didn’t feel. That she had worried enough to memorize such a speech surely was a good thing. If Tisala had wanted to dismiss unwanted flirting, she would have done a much better job of it. “Do you have quarrel with the way my home runs? I certainly don’t feel any pressing need to find a wife who will run it any better. The food is eatable, and the keep is tolerably clean. I don’t need a delicate flower. My father married one of those and when her children needed her to protect them, she turned to her dreamweed and sleepsease to hide from her duty.”

Suddenly, unexpectedly, I had a vision of the first time my father had drawn my blood. I didn’t remember what had caused him to hit me so hard. I just remembered staring at the blood on my hand and realizing that it had come from my ear. My mother looked at my hand, too, and ran out of the hall—away from me. That vision was the reason I forgot my vow to be patient and spoke with sudden passion. “I don’t need a pretty maid, Tisala. I need a mate who can protect her children with her sword and with her wit. One who will not let her daughter live in terror because she didn’t have the ability to cry out if attacked, or allow anyone to cut her son down until he thought the only way out was to slit his wrists, thereby missing his chance to fight for Siphern in the Afterworld. And when the bastard she married struck his son with the flat of his sword, I need a wife who would rend him limb from limb before he could do it again.”