“We cannot let her go,” Madeline said and her sisters nodded agreement. “She will never flee further than they can follow.”
“Surely her fears are overwrought,” Vivienne said. “Her husband’s kin might have threatened her, and they might even follow her, but as soon as she wed another man, they would abandon the chase. It would not be reasonable to do otherwise, especially if they already hold her dowry.”
“Doubtless she has had little chance to muster her thoughts,” Madeline mused, feeling sympathy for the woman. “I wonder when last she ate a meal.”
“Or slept, without fearing that her avaricious kin would pounce upon her in the night.” Vivienne shivered at the prospect.
“She has need of a stalwart defender,” Elizabeth said with gusto. “Like a valiant knight in an old tale, one who will vanquish all of her enemies.”
“It will be a rare and honorable man who takes her cause,” Annelise agreed.
“It will be a bold man, unafraid to face any foe to see his lady’s safety assured,” Elizabeth said, her love of tales evident. “He will slaughter dragons for her and send evil flying from the gates!”
“There are no dragons to be bested,” Isabella said wryly. “Only greedy kin.”
Madeline exchanged a smile with Vivienne as an idea apparently came to them both of one accord. “Hmmm,” Madeline mused. “A brave knight, unwed but in possession of his inheritance so entitled to wed.”
“A man with a reputation for ensuring justice is served,” Vivienne said as her smile broadened.
“A man who would court the lady’s favor, and treat her with the honor she is due,” Annelise contributed, as she clearly discerned Madeline’s thoughts.
“Would it not be perfect if we knew such a man?” Madeline said.
“Especially if the nuptial vows of such a man would ensure that his debt against his own sisters is paid in full?” Vivienne said.
Elizabeth began to laugh, though Isabella still appeared to be confused.
“Alexander found husbands for us when we had no desire of them,” Madeline explained. “I say we return the favor and aid this beleaguered noblewoman at the same time.”
“It would serve Alexander well to taste his own dish,” Elizabeth said with some heat. “Though I think her too fine for him.”
“The lady herself must agree,” Vivienne said, ignoring this. Elizabeth had become quite vexed with Alexander of late and was increasingly inclined to voice her unflattering opinion of him.
“Lady!” Madeline cried and the sisters gave chase as one. “Stay your flight!”
They burst out of the chapel in pursuit. The woman paused in the bailey, the fresh snow as high as her ankles. She glanced back, as if afraid to hope that any soul might assist her.
“My brother, Laird of Kinfairlie, has need of a bride,” Madeline said. The sisters surrounded the woman once again, their eyes alight with the perfection of their scheme.
“He is a man of honor,” Vivienne said, “and one who will see you protected. He is not so hard upon the eyes and can be charming.”
“He is a bit mischievous,” Isabella felt obliged to warn the woman.
“But he takes his responsibilities most seriously and serves Kinfairlie well as its laird,” Annelise said.
“But you cannot expect him to wed me. You scarce know me and he does not know me at all.”
“Marriages are arranged all the time,” Vivienne said with a smile and Elizabeth laughed. The woman looked between them, not understanding the reference. Vivienne stepped forward and looped her arm through the other woman’s elbow. “Come and look upon him. If he meets with your favor and wedding him seems to you a suitable scheme…”
Madeline took the woman’s other arm. “Then you may rely upon us to arrange the details.”
“There will be guests aplenty in the hall this night,” Vivienne said. “No one will note another, and if you decide against this course, you can travel onward on the morrow.”
The stranger nodded at this plan, but Madeline was not fooled by her apparent reserve. There was new vigor in her step, just for having a choice, and Madeline knew that Alexander would be at his amiable best this night. Her brother might try to delay his duty to wed, he might even protest the sisters’ interference, but once this beauty was in his bed, once he had a child to bounce upon his own knee, he would thank her and Vivienne for their aid in finding him such a bride.
Madeline was certain of it.
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Pearl Beyond Price
The Unicorn Series #2
Black Wind, the Mongols hailed him. Swift, fierce and proud. Yet Kira looked upon Thierry de Pereille and saw, not a man marked by legend, but a warrior who had taken her from the life she knew…to a place of passion beyond her wildest dreams.
The woman was a witch. Truly, who else could make pearls drop from her mouth? Or ensnare a man with nothing more than a touch? Yet, even as he fought the power that bound them together, Thierry knew he could not deny that the gentle Kira was his destiny.
“Another dazzling Delacroix delicacy!”—Affaire de Coeur
This edition of Pearl Beyond Price has been revised from the original published version and includes new scenes.
Dear Reader
It’s always interesting to revisit an older book and prepare a new edition. Pearl Beyond Price was originally published in 1995 with a cover by Judy York. Although it was never officially part of a series, I called it book 2 of the Unicorn Trilogy and you’ll find that designation on sites like Goodreads. The series grew organically, though. At the end of Unicorn Bride, Dagobert and Alienor leave France for Asia, when it is revealed that Alienor has eastern blood. This leaves their future somewhat uncertain, and I heard quickly from readers who wanted more.
Pearl Beyond Price is the story of Dagobert and Alienor’s son, Thierry, who is estranged from his parents at the beginning of his book. He has left home to seek his fortune. Knowing of his lineage through his mother, he has joined the Mongols and is making a claim to be khan. When I wrote this book initially, I was taking a university course about Medieval Persia, which was fascinating, and learned a lot about the Mongols and their society. You’ll find a good bit of that history in this book.
There are also changes in this edition from the original published version of Thierry and Kira’s book. When revising the book, I realized that I didn’t find the ending as satisfactory as I wanted it to be. Like Unicorn Bride, the original version of Pearl Beyond Price left many questions about the protagonists’ future—Thierry and Kira were together, but there was uncertainty about many other details. Also, Eustache died in defense of Kira in that version, which I wanted to change. (I really like Eustache and even a noble death just didn’t seem right for him.) After Chapter Eleven, there are many changes and new scenes in this new edition of the book, which you may notice if you remember the original. If you didn’t read the original, I suspect you’ll like this version. I much prefer it!
In terms of history, in Pearl Beyond Price, Thierry takes a message from Abaqa, the khan, to the king of France, proposing an alliance between the Mongols and the Franks to oust the Muslims from Jerusalem. Although the name of the messenger is unknown, and the message in question never made it to Paris, this alliance was proposed by the Mongols and a message was sent. King Louis IX had a number of exchanges with Mongol khans, none of which came to fruition. As is mentioned here, Louis did depart from the harbor of Aigues-Mortes on crusade in July 1270. This was his second crusade—during the first, he was captured by the Mamluks and ransomed in 1250—but this time, Louis died in Tunis. His son, Philip, ascended to the throne.
This edition of Pearl Beyond Price has a wonderful new cover by Dar Albert, which I just love. She also did the cover for the new edition of Unicorn Bride, which is available in both print and digital editions.
There was originally a third book in the Unicorn Tr
ilogy, Unicorn Vengeance, which follows the adventure of Thierry and Kira’s daughter, Gabrielle. At this point, that book is unavailable new, although you might find a mass market copy for sale in a used bookstore. If it is republished, it will need a complete rewrite first and a title change, so it’s not on my immediate To Do list. I think I have left the Pereille’s in a good place with the ending of this book.
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Thank you for reading my books! I hope you enjoy Thierry and Kira’s story!
All my best—
Claire
“May you live in interesting times.”
—Ancient curse
Prologue
Maragha—in modern Azerbaijan—February 1265
Chinkai’s body was as cold as the dawn.
Thierry gritted his teeth at the volume of spilled blood, knowing that he would never grow used to the killing.
The first light of dawn did nothing to warm the air, though the meager illumination revealed the pallor of the old warrior’s skin. Chinkai had been dead for some hours, perhaps since the previous evening. Thierry recalled that the older man had left the khan’s funeral celebrations and not returned. It had not seemed of import then.
’Twas beyond doubt that Chinkai had been murdered. The copious quantity of dried blood staining his kalat revealed that his end had been violent, never mind the vicious slash across his throat. Indeed, it seemed the old warrior’s eyes were still filled with shock at the suddenness of his own demise.
Thierry forced himself to touch the older man’s flesh. ’Twas as cold as stone.
He had expected nothing else, but still his bile rose. He averted his gaze and surveyed the silent camp, seeking some hint of what had transpired. He suspected he would find none. There was just Chinkai, dead and alone on the grassy plain.
Chinkai and Thierry had one thing in common and Thierry could not forget as much in this moment. He eyed the corpse as though willing it to confirm or deny his fears.
Both of them had aspired to be khan.
Had Chinkai died for his ambition?
Would Thierry be next?
The old khan was dead and opportunity was ripe for the selection of a successor. There were only three candidates within the tribe. The third, Abaqa, was the son of the old khan. His lineage gave no guarantees—for a khan was chosen by merit—but Abaqa was known to be ambitious.
Chinkai drew breath no longer, which made Thierry wonder the extent of Abaqa’s ambition.
He jumped at the muffled sound of a footfall, and pivoted, only to meet the bright gaze of Abaqa himself. Thierry stiffened warily and hoped nothing of his doubt showed in his expression.
Was he to join Chinkai this very morn?
“Too much drinking for our old comrade?” Abaqa inquired, his tone cheerful.
Thierry met the speculation in the other man’s gaze and knew Abaqa saw more than his words revealed. “Hardly that,” he replied. “His throat has been slit.”
“Ah.” Abaqa jammed his thumbs into his belt as he paused beside the pair. Thierry was forced to tilt back his head from where he squatted to hold the other man’s gaze. “Perhaps a squabble over a woman,” Abaqa suggested with disinterest.
“I should think not,” Thierry said.
Abaqa’s brows rose. “Perhaps you should think so,” he murmured.
It seemed Thierry had guessed aright. He let his gaze drop to Chinkai and willed his heart to slow. ’Twas evident he was being threatened, though Thierry would know clearly how or why. Should Abaqa be behind Chinkai’s death, Thierry would hear the threat fall in full from the man’s lips. He straightened slowly and braced his own hands on his hips, savoring his height advantage over Abaqa.
“Indeed?” he asked.
“Indeed.” Abaqa’s dark eyes narrowed as he assessed Thierry. “’Twould seem to be unhealthy not to share my opinion these days.”
“Your sire has been dead only three days and you have no promise of the khanate.”
Abaqa’s brows arched high. “Nay?” he asked with feigned surprise. “Do you then believe the best-qualified man will hold the position?”
“It has always been thus.”
Abaqa laughed at Thierry’s surety. “Nay,” he whispered. “It has always been the survivor who became khan and none other.” His eyes widened slightly as he watched Thierry consider the claim, then he stepped back and glanced at the fallen man with open disgust. “Fool,” he muttered, the single word telling Thierry to be on his guard.
He had best take to sleeping with an eye open.
That bright gaze swiveled unexpectedly to meet Thierry’s regard once more, though this time a mocking smile played on Abaqa’s lips. “No one else need see this but you,” he whispered.
A chill slid down Thierry’s spine but he refused to look away. “Chinkai’s absence will be noticed,” he commented.
Abaqa’s smile broadened. “My father will be buried in the full Mongol tradition. Who will know if one human sacrifice is colder than the others?”
He would feign a sacrifice to cover his crime? Thierry was shocked that even Abaqa could be so callous. But one glimpse of the determination in the other man’s expression told Thierry that he would be a fool to underestimate the other man’s resolve.
“You cannot do this thing,” Thierry protested, knowing the futility of his objection even as he made it.
“Nay, I can and will have it done. I, however, will be occupied with becoming khan.” Abaqa eyed Thierry. “Which is why you will do this,” he added. “For your new khan. I trust you will do it well.”
“You cannot know that you will be khan,” Thierry argued. Abaqa leaned closer, his sharp scent invading Thierry’s nostrils with a vengeance.
“I will be khan,” Abaqa growled. “And you will cede to me, one way or the other, just as Chinkai did. Do you understand our ways that much, outsider?” This last was delivered with a sneer.
Outsider. Despite all Thierry had done and all the years he had labored for the exaltation of the tribe. How many assaults had he led? How many successful forays had he planned? And all of it meant nothing because of the taint of his mixed blood. Anger rose within Thierry that he should be so threatened when all he had aspired to achieve was so close to his grasp.
“Kubilai himself once told me that no man could be called an outsider when the legacy of Chinggis Khan’s blood ran in his veins,” Thierry said.
Abaqa laughed, and the brittle sound carried far in the morning air. “That same lineage runs in my veins, as you know well.” His lip curled before he continued. “But ’tis not thinned with western swill.”
The two men’s gazes locked and held for a charged moment. “Face the truth, Qaraq-Böke,” Abaqa muttered. “The best man will be khan and that man will be me. You will kiss my boot or not live to tell the tale.’ ’
Clearly, unless Thierry was willing to adopt Abaqa’s tactics, the khanate would not be his. He dared not look at Chinkai, though the fallen warrior’s image was clear in his thoughts.
He was not willing to pay that price. He could not slaughter Abaqa to ensure his own ascendancy.
At the same moment Thierry realized he was not prepared to kill for the khanate, he saw that Abaqa would stop at nothing to be khan. Thierry would be wise to mind his back, at least until Abaqa was certain of his ascendancy.
And until Thierry decided what path he would take from here.
“I will see to Chinkai,” Thierry conceded.
Abaqa’s grin widened, displaying his array of yellowed teeth. “My father always did consider you an intelligent man,” he said softly. “Perhaps he was
right about something.” He winked, then turned and returned to the camp with a light step. Thierry watched the older man go as he struggled to rein in his anger. He knew he had little choice. His own pride to the contrary, his only real option was to do Abaqa’s bidding.
At least for the time being.
He fought against the disappointment that filled him. He had worked so long for nothing.
But Thierry had waited for his opportunity before and it seemed he would wait for it again. Time could only strengthen his position, and he was yet young. Even without his intervention, Abaqa could not live forever.
Thierry could afford to wait. He would continue to serve the tribe loyally. He would follow Abaqa’s bidding. He would form another plan. And one day, the fate that he coveted would be his alone. It was his destiny.
But on this morning, there was Chinkai. The camp was stirring to life and Thierry bent to bear Chinkai away. He understood only too well that failure in any task Abaqa assigned to him would be seen as a sign of disloyalty to the new khan.
Thierry had no intention of granting Abaqa such an easy triumph.
Far across the plains of Asia, a man awakened abruptly in the night. His thoughts were filled with ghostly visions of angry unicorns. Their manes were snarled and their hooves tore impatiently at the ground. They surrounded him and set his heart to furious pounding.
He tossed and turned and finally tore himself from sleep. His palms were damp. His heart was racing. The sound of his ragged breathing filled the room. He stared at the ceiling and fancied he still saw their blazing eyes.
He shivered to his marrow. A dream. ’Twas no more than a dream.
Dagobert clutched the coverlet as he struggled to calm himself in the quiet of the house. To his astonishment he realized that ’twas heavy red samite that filled his hands, not the cotton coverlet he knew should be there.
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