It had been a long night – extra-long because a lusty Gyden in bed with you provides unseemly vitality and endurance to match up to two very lusty women. Unbelievably enjoyable but potentially life threatening – a human form of semelparity. Derryth laughed at him until Conn reminded him that he saw Hallvi go with him to his room. He leant forward and whispered. ‘The Iladion women have no temperance. She is insatiable…very week she wants me to fornicate with her. It’s unseemly.’ Conn was bemused. ‘Did you say every week or every day?’ ‘Every week! No Twacuman couple would stoop to every day… that would make us as bad as … well… Priecuman or Ancuman. Once a week is considered excessive by many. Once a year is ideal. I once went through five winters before I felt the need to fornicate again.’ ‘When did that end?’ ‘When I met Hallvi. She is very alluring.’ Cynilda brought him food. ‘So’, she asked smiling as she massaged his shoulders, ‘what is my Steward going to do today?
