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nun’s virginity through her temple of Venus; perhaps you should like to take her other virginity through her temple of Sodom. The dildo can be used by its hand grip, or you might enjoy attaching it to yourself with the leather straps I have for it, and playing the boy, cousin. Would you like that, Isleen?"
    Her cheeks were flushed with the lewd thoughts racing through her mind as he had spoken. The depravity of his suggestion was absolutely mind-boggling. "Yes!" she said. "Oh, yes, Saer!"
    "Then, stop being such a jealous little fool," he said quietly to her.
    Across the hall Ida watched the pair suspiciously. "Do you see how flushed she is, my lady," she murmured to Elf. "What could he say that would make her flush so? It cannot be anything fit for a decent woman’s ears. They are poisoning Lord Richard, I am certain."
    "Do not say such a thing! 'Tis wicked, Ida! What would make you voice such a suspicion?"
    "Lady, you have been too sheltered!" Ida told her. "You must see things as they truly are. Your sister-in-law is a wicked woman. Perhaps she has been sweet to you, but that does not change the fact that she is wicked. We fear for you when the lord dies, left with that woman and her cousin. It is very likely that they are lovers, my lady. He has been seen on several occasions coming out of her chamber. We could not tell the lord in his helpless position, but you must know!'
    "I do not understand," Elf said softly. "Does she not love Dickon, Ida? How can she betray her husband if she loves him?"
    Ida’s weathered face was kind, and her eyes were tender with concern. She patted her mistress’s hand gently. "I do not believe the lord’s wife ever loved anyone but herself. All she wants to do is take. She knows not how to give of herself, or of anything else. You have been taught to sacrifice your all for the world as did our dear Lord Christ. The lady Isleen does not know the meaning of the word sacrifice. She wants her cousin, and she wants Ashlin."
    Elf was extremely disturbed by Ida’s words. Sheltered and innocent she might be, but she was no fool. She had frankly wondered about the apparent intimacy between Isleen and Saer de Bude. It had begun to concern her that Dickon would rally only to grow sicker, and always after Isleen had tempted him with his favorite sweetmeats, sugared almonds. Was he, as Ida suggested, being poisoned? It was unthinkable! But it was also very possible. She sighed. She wished Isa and Matti were here to talk to, or Sister Cuthbert, who was a font of common sense. She was alone, though, and as helpless as her brother’s serfs, unable to prove her suspicions and forced to stand by and watch as Richard de Montfort slowly faded away.
    Her thoughts were interrupted by the entry of a knight ushered into the hall by Cedric, the manor steward. He introduced himself as Sir Ranulf de Glandeville, returning from Wales on the king’s business. He was a large man with a deep voice.
    "Will you give me shelter this night, my lord?" he asked Richard, who was now awake and alert as he lay upon his cot.
    "You are most welcome, my lord," Richard said graciously, albeit in a weak voice. He looked to Isleen, who smiled vapidly, but made no move to see to the comfort of their guest. "This is my wife, the lady Isleen," Richard said in an effort to encourage her to courteous action.
    Isleen smiled again at the knight, but remained in her place. Ranulf de Glandeville was but a momentary distraction from Saer’s licentious words. "And my younger sister, the lady Eleanore, who will be mistress of Ashlin when I am dead," Richard finished, his anger aroused by his wife’s open lack of hospitality.
    Elf arose, prodded gently by Ida. "You are most welcome to Ashlin, good sir," she said. "Ida, please fetch our guest a plate and some wine. Come, sir, sit by the fire and warm yourself while our good Ida brings food. It has been a rainy, chill day for June." Taking his cloak, she said, "We will see it is dried for your