He was through, then, but she found ways: she breathed into his sound-deafened ear and intruded a tongue, which drew his attention amazingly. Dutifully he returned the effort with a languid hand, but meanwhile she found places to touch no woman had tried with him and found places to be that no woman ever had managed.

Initiate: she was that; an’i Keran, and he, being no virgin, either, found places to touch and hold that from moment to moment sent long, long shivers through the body he embraced.

She had her satisfaction, he thought: a man might burn quicker, but for her there was no end yet, and certainly no lack of invention… did they not say it of the an’i Keran, that they could last the whole night?

Came more hands then than he had counted, and a second, softer presence. He was dismayed, thinking Norit had grown afraid in the storm. She sought comfort and clearly found something more than she had bargained for: she drew back at once.

But Hati… he was sure it was Hati… flung arms about them both, so Norit stayed, shivering and holding him fiercely.

He had no intention of forcing himself on an honest wife. He comforted her with a one-armed though naked embrace, and found her shoulder, as he thought, half-clothed, too. He did not know who was to blame, Hati or Norit, but the leg that lay across him was bare, and then one arrived from the other side, tangled with cloth. Bare breasts too ample to be Hati’s moved against his skin and pressed urgently.

More than one woman was not his custom. But it was Hati’s custom, the custom of the an’i Keran, and whether she shoved Norit at him, or whether Norit had her own plan, Norit’s clothes went the way of the others.

If Norit spoke, he could not hear it, but Norit’s body moved about him. Her demands were, in her way, as fierce as Hati’s. He thought to make his hands and his lips her satisfaction… so he thought, but the hot wind battering against the tent and the twisting fever-warmth of bodies set the whole night to throbbing. The fever was on him, as it came on him after wounds. He found his way into her body, or perhaps into Hati’s; and then gave himself over to both of them, while the fever burned and throbbed in his brain. It would not abate, not for life, not for breath. He began to fear for himself, that it was a new dimension to the madness, that it would burst his heart. He feared the others might share it, and set on all of them in a frenzy like the beasts in heat; but what the others did with each other or to themselves around about, he had no clear idea.