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The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Five: The Warrior of Fire

... holding her lithe body. “Let's get you to bed,” he grinned. “You look thoroughly fucked.” “I feel like it,” she smiled, her all-white eyes closing. “Umm, that was the best.” “My Sultan!” a voice called out. Kyle froze, turning to see the white-bearded vizier waving at him from beyond the concubines. “An emissary from Rashid has arrived. He desires a private audience with you.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You can't mean to go in there alone,” whispered Aaliyah, pressing against Kyle. “It's [He’s] a Marid.” “I won't go alone. Britney will be with me,” Kyle said. Aaliyah bit her lip, fear churning inside her. “He can't be trusted.” “I know.” Her husband was so resolute and strong, as unyielding as a mountain. “Please, Kyle, take in your concubines.” “Britney is my adviser and two of your homunculi will be in there to protect me if it is a trap.” “And I am more than capable of defending your husband,” Britney added. Aaliyah turned to Fatima. “Talk some sense into your brother.” “He's doing what he has to,” Fatima shrugged. “Kyle's a big boy. He can pull his pants on all by himself.” “Thanks, Fatima,” Kyle groaned. “Always supportive.” Fatima beamed, bouncing on her heals. The girl never can take anything serious. Aaliyah loved her wife, but Fatima's flippancy grated on the Djinn's nerves. “Fumi, you have to disagree with this.” “It does seem risky,” Fumi admitted. “But our husband is very capable.” Fumi put a gentle arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek. “But if he ...

... thinks it is the right choice, then we should trust him.” “You cannot trust whatever he says. Rashid is duplicitous,” she pleaded. “Just send the messenger away.” “That would be an error,” Britney said. “Rashid is intelligent. He may realize his position is untenable and seek a diplomatic end to things.” “He won't,” Aaliyah objected. “He won't ever let the Sultanate out of his hands without a fight.” “Probably,” Kyle agreed. “But we may learn something from speaking to him.” “We?” giggled Fatima. “Don't you mean Britney might learn something?” Kyle shook his head, and then placed his hand on Aaliyah's cheek, his touch warm as he brushed away a tear. “I have made my decision. Hopefully, this will not take long.” Kyle strode into the war room where the Marid waited, Britney at his heels. The Sapphire doors boomed closed, and Aaliyah couldn't sense her husband's thoughts any longer. She wanted to collapse as the fear ate away at her, but she remained strong. “What's going on?” Christy asked, striding up, clutching a spell book. “The concubines said something about a Marid emissary.” “Kyle and Britney are meeting with him,” Fumi said. Christy swept her eyes around the room. “Alone? Why aren't any of the concubines in there?” “The emissary will only speak to Kyle alone. He had to be convinced to allow Britney in there to act as our husband's Vizier,” Aaliyah answered, her mouth tight. Christy frowned, and then sat cross-legged on the floor, the book in her lap. Aaliyah sensed her ...