“Poor Brashen!” He snorted disdainfully, distracted from her real problem. “My brother brought about his own misfortunes. Do not pity him. Your other words are true, and I do not deny them. I cannot put the entire Trell fortune at your disposal, but-”

“As if I would ask that! Oh, Cerwin, what must you think of me? That I come to you at night, at risk to my reputation, to ask for money?” She turned aside from him in a swirl of cloak that briefly revealed the white cotton nightgown she wore beneath it. She heard Delo's indrawn gasp. She scuttled out of the gazebo to stand beside Malta.

“You are practically naked!” she scolded her. “Malta, how could you!”

There. If Cerwin had been too dense to notice it before, he knew it now. Malta drew herself up with dignity. “I had no choice. I had but one chance to slip out of the house to meet you, and I took it. I don't regret it. Cerwin has been gentleman enough to ignore it and not shame me. It is not as if I chose to come to him this way. Cannot you understand that my father's life is at stake, Delo? This is not an ordinary time, and the ordinary rules do not apply.” She set her hands pleadingly over her heart.

She watched Cerwin's reaction from the corner of her eye. He was staring at her with horrified admiration. His eyes traveled her body as if he could see through her cloak. “Delo,” he said brusquely, “it is of no importance. You are such a child, to make much of it. Please. Allow me to speak to Malta privately.”

“Cerwin!” Delo protested in outrage.

He had made her angry, calling her a child. Malta did not want that. An angry Delo might gossip too much. Malta stretched out a languid hand to her. “I know you are only trying to protect me. I love you for it. Nevertheless, I am sure that your brother would never do me harm.” She met Delo's eyes. “You see, I know your heart, and that tells me much of his. You are honorable people. I do not fear to be alone with him.”

Eyes shining, Delo stepped back and away from them. “Oh, Malta. You see so much.” Obviously moved, she retreated once more to the gazebo. Malta looked back at Cerwin. She gathered her cloak in tightly to cover herself, well aware that doing so accented the smallness of her waist and the fullness of her hips. Then she looked up at him with a shy smile.

“Cerwin.” She said his name, then gave a sigh. “It shames me that I must speak so plainly, but my need forces me to it. I do not ask all that you have and all you will ever possess. Whatever you can offer me, discreetly and comfortably, I shall gratefully accept. But more important to me would be for your family to join forces with mine. Tomorrow night there is to be a Traders' Council meeting. I shall be there. Please come. If you can move your father to attend and speak out for us, it would help us greatly. The loss of our ship and my father is not solely my family's loss. It affects all Bingtown Traders. If these cut-throat pirates do not fear to capture a liveship, what will they not take? If they do not fear to hold prisoner a Bingtown Trader and his son, who is safe?” Malta's voice had grown righteously impassioned. Her hands darted out to seize Cerwin's hands. “If your family could unite with mine in this-” she dropped her voice “-perhaps my grandmother would reconsider Reyn's courtship. Perhaps she might see there are ... better matches.”

She loosened her grip on his hands, her heart racing. Strange warmth flushed her body. Now he would take her in his arms and kiss her, and it would be like the end of a minstrel's song. She waited for the touch of his lips that would bear her up like a leaf on the wind. She half closed her eyes.

Instead, he fell to his knees before her. “I will come to the Traders' Council tomorrow night. I will speak to my father and convince him the Trells should lend their support to your family.” He looked up at her adoringly. “You will see. I will prove to you and your family that I am worthy of you.”

It took her a moment to find a suitable response. She had been so certain he would kiss her. What had she done wrong? “I have never doubted your worthiness,” she faltered at last. She could almost taste her disappointment.

He came back to his feet slowly. He looked down at her, eyes shining. “I will be worthy of your confidence,” he promised her.

She waited, thinking he might suddenly embrace her and kiss her ardently. Her skin tingled all over, awaiting his touch. She dared to look straight into his face, her eyes burning with passion. She wet her lips and parted them invitingly as she tilted her chin up toward him.

“Until tomorrow, Malta Haven,” he said fervently. “You will see how well I keep my word.”