Book One, Chapter 4, The Three Moons. Aurora and Rhun, after the law was already finished under the willows. Marial had stopped at the edge. The six had been said. The refusal was still open. Nothing further was owed, and they went on anyway.
She pressed him back onto the furs and took the pace. He met her without retreat. When he changed it, she let the change stand long enough to learn what he wanted, then took it back, laughing against his mouth. The red cord is the claim, still on his arm. He did not ask for it later, and he did not get it back.
The lamp and the closed hide are the plate. The page has willows, a witness who would not come closer, and a knot the courtyard spent the night inventing a story for.