me."
"I feel the same."
They shared a kiss, but when it started to grow passionate, Talorc pulled back.
"Come with me."
"Anywhere."
He smiled, clasping her hand firmly in his. He led her into one of the storage rooms.
She looked around in the gloom but did not see anything in particular she could imagine
her husband wanting to show her. He lit a torch, though it was hardly dark enough to
make that necessary. She understood better when he shut the door and slid a locking bar
into place.
How odd to have a lock on the inside of a storage room. She would have asked him
about it, but he looked so intent, she hesitated to say anything.
He went to the far wall and pressed something on the shelves holding food stores
for the tower. The shelves swung out like a heavy door to reveal an opening in the wall
about four feet high and two feet wide.
He transferred the torch to his left hand and put his right one toward her. "Come."
She took his hand and let him lead her through the dark opening. They went down
a set of steps into a secret room under the tower. All of its walls and even the ceiling were
reinforced with stone.
"What is this place?"
"The Royal Treasure room."
"Royal Treasure?"
Talorc nodded, pulling her toward a smooth stone casket engraved with carvings
of wolves along all the sides and the top. "My father was a direct descendant of one of the
seven royal Chrechte lineages through his father. When MacAlpin killed all the living
princes of our people, he killed those who had inherited royal blood via their mother's
lineage, as was our tradition.
"The male lineages were not counted, until holders of the treasure were needed.
Then seven men descendant from the seven Chrechte tribes were chosen to be keepers
of our last royal gifts. It was this treasure that Tamara's baron lover was trying to take