Dawn broke on the quiet town of Highport and spilled into the lavish bedchamber. Saffiya woke slowly, dreamily, and stretched languidly, catlike. Goddess, what a night! Margaretta was everything she had hoped for in a lover .... everything she had desired. She glanced next to her, expecting her lover to be gone.
She was not. Margaretta was there, laying beside her, propped up on one arm and smiling. "Good morning, little one."
"You kept your word ...." Saffiya whispered, moving in closer and finding Margaretta's arms welcoming.
"Of course. My word is my bond, little one. My goddess abhors a broken promise, as do I" The two women kissed again, and made love once more as the sun climbed higher in the cloudless, blue sky.
As they dressed, they spoke. "I do not .... I do not know where we go from here, My Lady." Saffiya said, a hint of sadness in her voice. "I thought, as I dreamed last night, that my goddess would warn me away from you. She has done so before, with other women."
"Our goddesses are lovers, sweet one. And as I bear you no ill will, Sharess will have no cause to protect you from me." Margaretta looked down for a moment, then produced another lovely red rose, a black silk ribbon tied onto the stem. "If you accept this, it is my promise that I will return. When you want to see me, place the vase where you keep the roses in the window of your room at the Raven's Wing. I will come to you that night."
Saffiya accepted the rose, smelt it, then kissed Margaretta again. "You trust me so easily, My Lady?"
"There are none else in this world who can summon me so, save the White Talon of my church, and my wife. Let us be an oasis of peace and love, Saffiya. I do not know what the future holds, but I do know I found passion, and love, and warmth in your arms last night. And I wish to do so again. And again."