"Now, Your Majesty, didn't you say you were here to learn the ways of the Calormene court? How do you suppose you do that if you do not integrate yourself with its courtiers?"

"I am not interested in having to fend off your husband's army with naught but a smile, Tarkheena," Edmund said, even if his eyes couldn't help drifting over the way the bright gauzy fabric of Lasaraleen's dress contrasted against her dark skin.

Lasaraleen's laugh was like a bell. "I have borne my husband five healthy sons. He has a harem of dozens, and is more than happy for me to take my pleasures elsewhere. And you, Barbarian King, will give me great pleasure indeed, I wager."

A wicked smirk appeared on Edmund's lips. "You wager, Tarkheena? And what wager do you offer a Barbarian King?"

Lasaraleen began tugging at the silk belt at her waist. "Why don't Your Majesty step closer and find out?"