She turned round, eyes wide with delight. You do know her!
Yes. I knew her before she inherited the title, we grew up together.
Whats she like? Tell me.
An image of a naked sweaty moaning Ione bent over a table while he was screwing her appeared in his mind. Fun, he said.
The glade she led him to was on the floor of the valley; a stream ran through it, spilling down a series of five big rock-pools. Knee-high flower stems with tubular yellow and lavender blooms clotted the ground, giving off a scent similar to orange blossom. Water-monarch trees lined the stream below the pools, fifty yards tall, their long, slender branches swaying in the slight breeze, fernlike leaf fronds drooping. Birds flittered about in the upper boughs, uninspiring dun-coloured bat-analogues with long, powerful forelimbs for tunnelling into the ground. Wild weeping roses boiled over the stones along the side of two of the pools; years of dead petrified branches overlaid by a fresh growth of new living shoots to produce hemispherical bushes. Their flowers were crushed together, disfigured as they vied for light.
You were right, Joshua told her. It is lovely.
Thank you. Genevieve and I often bathe here in the summer.
He perked up. Really?
Its a little place of the world thats all our own. Even the hax dont come here.
Whats a hax? I heard someone mention the name.
Father calls them wolf-analogues. Theyre big and vicious, and theyll even attack humans. The farmers hunt them in the winter, its good sport. But weve just about cleared them out of Cricklade now.
Do the hunters all get dressed up in red jackets and charge around on horses with packs of hounds?
Yes. How did you know?
Lucky guess.
I suppose youve seen real monsters on your travels. Ive seen pictures of the Tyrathca on the holoscreen. Theyre horrible. I couldnt sleep for a week afterwards.
Yes, the Tyrathca look pretty ferocious. But Ive met some breeder pairs; they dont think of themselves like that. To them were the cruel alien ones. Its a question of perspective.
Louise blushed and ducked her head, turning away from him. Im sorry. You must think me a frightful bigot.
No. Youre just not used to xenocs, thats all. He stood right behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. But I would like to take you away from here some time and show you the rest of the Confederation. Some of it is quite spectacular. And Id love to take you to Tranquillity. He looked round the glade, thoughtful. Its a bit like this, only much much bigger. I think youd like it a lot.
Louise wanted to squirm away from his grip, men simply shouldnt act in such a familiar fashion. But his customs were surely different, and he was massaging her shoulder muscles gently. It felt nice. I always wanted to fly on a starship.
You will, one day. When Cricklade is yours you can do anything you want. Joshua was enjoying the touch of her. Navety, a voluptuous body, and the knowledge that he should never, ever be even thinking about screwing her were combining to form a potent aphrodisiac.
I never thought of that, she said brightly. Can I charter the Lady Macbeth ? Oh, but it will be simply ages yet. I dont want Father to die, that would be an absolutely awful thing to think. Will you still be coming to Norfolk in fifty years time?
Of course I will. I have two things tying me here now. Business, and you.
Me? It came out as a frightened squeak.
He turned her round to face him, and kissed her.
Joshua!
He put two fingers over her lips. Shush. No words, only us. Always us.
Louise stood rigidly still as he unbuttoned her blouse, all kinds of strange emotions battling in her head. I ought to run. I ought to stop him.
Sunlight fell onto her bare shoulders and back. It was a peculiar sensation, a tingling warmth. And the expression on his face as he gazed at her was scary, he looked so hungry, but anxious at the same time.
Joshua, she murmured, half nervous, half amused. Her shoulders had hunched up of their own accord.
He pulled his T-shirt off over his head. They kissed again, his arms going around her. He seemed very strong. His skin pressing against her had started a trembling in her stomach that nothing was able to stop. Then she realized her jodhpurs were being peeled down.
Oh God.
His finger lifted her chin up. Its all right. Ill show you how. And his smile was at least as warm as the sun.
She took her black leather riding boots off herself, then helped him with the jodhpurs. Her brassiere and knickers were plain white cotton. Joshua removed them slowly, savouring the drawn-out exposure.
He spread their clothes out and laid her down. She was terribly tense to start with, her lower lip clamped between her teeth, narrow eyes peeking down fearfully at the length of her body. It took a long, pleasant time of soft caresses, kisses, stealthy whispers, and tickles before she began to respond. He coaxed a giggle from her, then another, then it was a squeal, a groan. She touched his body, curious and suddenly bold, a hand sliding down his belly to cup his balls. He shuddered and repaid her by massaging her thighs. There was another long interval while their hands and mouths explored each other. Then he slid above her, looking down at dishevelled hair, drowsy eyes, dark nipples standing proud, legs parted. He moved into her carefully, the damp warmth enveloping and squeezing his cock an erotic splendour. Louise writhed tempestuously below him, and he began a slow, provocative stroke. He used neural nanonic overrides to restrain his own bodys responses, sustaining his erection as long as he wanted it, determined that she should reach a climax, that it should be as perfect for her as he could possibly make it.
After an age he was rewarded by her complete loss of control. Louise threw away every last inhibition as her orgasm built, shouting at the top of her voice, her body arching desperately below him, lifting his knees from the ground. Only then did he allow himself any release, joining her in absolute bliss.
Post-coital languor was a sweet time, one of tiny kisses, stroking individual strands of sticky hair from her face, single compassionate words. And he had been quite right all along, forbidden fruit tasted the best.
I love you, Joshua, she whispered into his ear.
And I love you.
Dont leave.
Thats unfair. You know Im coming back.
Im sorry. She tightened her grip around him.
He moved his hand up to her left breast and squeezed, hearing a soft hiss of indrawn breath. Are you sore?
A bit. Not much.
Im glad.
Me too.
Do you want to have that swim now? Water can be a lot of fun.
She grinned cautiously. Again?
If you want.
I do.
Marjorie Kavanagh came to his bedroom again that Duchess-night. The prospect of Louise sneaking through the red-shaded manor to be with him and discovering him with her mother added a spice to his lovemaking that left her exhausted and delighted.
The next day Louise, eyes possessively agleam, announced at breakfast that she would show Joshua round the county roseyard, so he could see the casks being prepared for the new Tears. Grant declared this a stupendous idea, chuckling to himself that his little cherub was having her first schoolgirl crush.
Joshua smiled neutrally, and thanked her for being so considerate. There were another three days to go until midsummer.
At Cricklade, and all across Norfolk, they marked the onset of Midsummers Day with a simple ceremony. The Kavanaghs, Colsterworths vicar, Cricklade Manors staff, the senior estate workers, and representatives from each of the cupper teams gathered at the nearest grove to the manor towards the end of Duke-day. Joshua and Dahybi were invited, and stood at the front of the group that assembled just inside the shabby stone wall.