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Scotsman end up here?"
                  "My Grandfather was selected by King Richard to explore this region. He asked me to come along."
                  She raised an eyebrow at that.
                  "You are surely regretting that decision now."
                  He stared at her. She was so intensely earnest. It was entrancing.
                  "Not entirely."
                  Now both of her graceful eyebrows shot up in a show of disbelief. She did not hide her emotions well. Then again, perhaps that was only here, in her chamber amongst her trusted servants. She'd barely batted an eyelash when Al Hakam was here.
                  "Well Scotsman, I am afraid your fate is tied to mine. If my father seeks to wed me to one of your Prince's I will bring you with me, as a gift. But if they drag this marriage selection on forever, I can do nothing to free you. In the meantime, you can teach me much I think."
                  He nodded. She was as trapped as he was in a way.
                  "We will begin tomorrow Scotsman. I must rest."
                  She sighed and leaned back. Instantly a servant was there, sliding a stool underneath her feet. Another approached with a harp and started playing. Aluda slipped behind her and started gently unravelling Kalila's ornate braids. A round faced serving girl shooed him away, gesturing toward the pillows along the wall. He sat, cross legged as he watched the servants massage and caress the Princess. Her eyes were closed and her mouth sweetly parted. One of the servants had stripped away her veils and was rubbing oil into her scalp and temples.
                  Her hair was glorious as it was spread out behind her, hanging nearly to the floor in a sheet of dark silk. She was falling asleep under their tender ministrations. He stared as she twisted in the chair, her silk dress pulling tightly against her chest.
                  He was breathing heavily as he watched the incredibly erotic scene unfold before him. Two girls were massaging the Princess's hands and arms while another knelt at her feet. He would gladly have swapped places with any of them. Malcolm groaned softly and pulled a pillow into his lap.
                  After what felt like an eternity, the servants carefully lifted the sleeping Princess and carried her out of the room.
                  Malcolm exhaled, realizing he had been holding his breath. He leaned back and closed his eyes, ignoring the servants who bustled about, clearing the remnants of the meal from the room.
                  Perhaps he had been executed after all. He must have sinned enough in his lifetime for Saint Peter to bar him entrance to the Kingdom of God. Because surely, this was hell. A gloriously tempting hell, but full of exquisite tortures all the same.

Four
     
     
     
                  Kalila woke with the sun and padded out into her garden. Today she would work with her new tutor, learning much. She would also go through her books and see if anything was salvageable.
                  She sat at the edge of the fountain, letting her fingers glide through the clear cool water.
                  "Highness, you know you should not be out here alone."
                  Aluda stood there, with her tutor at her shoulder. A flash of jealousy shot through her. What were they doing together? Her servant was quite pretty and unlike Kalila, not banned from contact with men. If they fell in love, Kalila would be all alone.
                  Where had that come from? She brought her wayward thoughts back into focus. Anyway, the Scotsman was staring at her, not her pretty handmaiden. In fact, he was not merely staring. He was- she stood up slowly transfixed by the strange look on his face. His eyes flared as they traveled down her