‘Forbidden? Sex desi I watched in awe until it hung beneath his belly in a gentle arc towards the ground. When my attendants had left me I hurriedly broke the seal and unwrapped the cloth to find an long, elegant box made of oak and on its lid, inlaid with turtle shell, was an image of my bull. I held my arms around him tighter, my breasts crushed against his firm, warm neck. ‘And what of my husband, the King?’ for I had not seen my husband since the day he approached with the soldiers. To be with my bull and to share the unbridled bliss of physical love seemed now to be the sole purpose of my life, something I could not, and would not share with any other being.
