“You will have more.” He stroked her arm, and she tried to suppress her shudder. He went on, “You will live with me here. Or we may settle in some more congenial world. We will find the place and the way to free you from the rule of virginity—a perverted exception of its all but universal opposite—and I will teach you the joys of the other, the common and natural law of power. We will rule our world, you and I—ever served, ever feared, remaining young for eons to enjoy our wealth and power…”
She tried to rise from the chair. Once, long ago, with Wonderhope instead of Dathru, she might have welcomed the thought he offered. Now his touch revolted her. She wanted only a return to the innocent sorcery of her own Tanglelands.
He put out both hands, reaching around the pedestal with its Circle
