Thierry could not believe his eyes when he saw his witch in the khan’s own tent two nights after he had sent her home.
Surely ’twas a trick of the light, or the copious amount of qumis he had imbibed, for his woman appeared to be among the dancers. They were serfs and whores, by and large, women who ensured their own survival by the granting of their ample favors.
qumisHis witch had no place with them.
Surely he erred.
“’Tis time enough that you showed interest in the fair s*x,” Nogai jested beside him.
Thierry acknowledged that he was probably not as circumspect about his curiosity as usual. Although, it mattered little now. Invincibility was of import only for those who had power, those with something worth stealing. Since there had been no battle, Thierry had lost the opportunity t
