A Lord For Haughmond Part 24

Mayhap she would be locked in the dungeon and left to starve.

Her lips forming a silent prayer, she tried to ignore the gleeful expression on Sir Geoffrey's countenance. How could she expect leniency from his sp.a.w.n?

She made the last step without tripping, amazed by that accomplishment, given the great knocking of her knees. Her captain's steady hand dropped away and he stepped back.

Alone, she faced her husband.

Sir Dafydd had removed his great helm. It glowed in the sunlight beneath his squire's arm as the young man led his master's horse toward the stables. But the knight yet wore his chain mail coif. He stared at her resolutely. With his long dark moustache covering his mouth, 'twas impossible to read the manner of his mood. Or to guess his intentions.

When his eyes shifted away from her and he spoke to Sir Geoffrey, she nigh collapsed with relief.

"'Tis my great pleasure to receive you, Sir Geoffrey. I hope you will oft attend us. My lady wife will provide refreshment, no doubt. You will sup with us?"

The deep timbre of Sir Dafydd's voice, pleasing to the ear, came as a surprise. Startled anew when her arm was grasped in his tight hold, she found herself pulled up hard against her husband's armor-clad frame and propelled along beside him when he strode toward the hall.

"Pray, can you be a worthy chatelaine? Let us not brew trouble so soon after the nuptials," he murmured into her ear.

Katherine flung an angry glance in his direction. It made no difference. She was held fast. Sir Dafydd was the conqueror and she, his captive.

Within the hall Gilbert came running. "Make way for the lord of the castle," he shouted and began issuing orders. The servants fell over themselves and each other to do his bidding.

She saw their strained faces and wanted to weep. Anne darted up the stairs, probably to hide in her bedchamber, for she had dreaded this moment since their arrival.

"What is our refreshment, wife?" Sir Dafydd inquired as they approached the warm fire of the hearth. "I would see my father well attended."

Sibyl hurried forward with two horns of ale.

Katherine stood uncertainly, for there were but two chairs by the hearth. Sir Dafydd yanked a low footstool out from beneath the one chair with the toe of his boot and pressed her upon it with a firm hand. Gratefully she sank down, for her legs were like flan.

Sir Dafydd settled into the seat by her head and lifted his ale. Taking a long pull against the br.i.m.m.i.n.g bull's horn, he stretched his feet toward the warmth of the fire.

Quaking pages brought trenchers filled with roast suckling-pig.

"The last of our cheese, my lord." Sibyl, with a curtsy displaying her own unease, urged a lad forward to present a platter for Sir Dafydd's perusal.

"See how well my lady wife plans, that the old cheese is spent as the new ones are made?" He made a detailed inspection of the platter and selected a generous chunk.

The two knights ate in silence. Katherine stared at the trencher in her lap, wishing it and its pungent odor would disappear.

Sibyl returned with a delicate custard of beast milk. Sir Dafydd professed his pleasure at the offering, which drew a startled smile from the woman. He sc.r.a.ped his bowl clean until it appeared the wooden vessel would crack in twain before he did finish every last morsel.

"You bear your burdens well, Dafydd. I would not think you so pleased," commented Sir Geoffrey as he eyed the younger knight's attack of the custard. "No damsel should lead you fair, not even your lady wife."

Katherine held her breath at the accusing tone.

"Does my lady wife dwell upon your mind?" Sir Dafydd eased back in his chair. "Know you I am prepared to cherish her. In my dreams alone have I imagined such a wife."

Quite forgetting the unsavory food in her lap, Katherine was amazed by the astonishing words. Mayhap her husband had redeeming qualities, qualities she could admire-come to love. Mayhap she should allow Sir Dafydd his husbandly rights? Her child would be better protected, him thinking the babe his own.

Her breath came faster at the startling thought. Such a plan would safeguard Rhys's child.

"I seek only to protect your interests," retorted his father.

"'Tis appreciated, but unnecessary. You must not seek to do such a thing in the future. I am confident my lady wife will lead- "

"-you to ruin!" So loud, Geoffrey's barb drew the sharp attention of the nearby servants.

Sibyl hurried forward to remove the leftovers. In silent dread Katherine handed up her uneaten victuals and listened as her husband offered the astonished servant his ebullient thanks.

Sir Dafydd turned back to the older knight. He sat forward in his chair and gripped the carved arms. "What charge do you make?" he murmured beneath his breath. "Do not cause trouble, that I needs find solace on so short an acquaintance, Sir Geoffrey."

"But Katherine has- "

"'Tis my homecoming. Do not detail suspicions to a newly wedded husband. I seek peace at Haughmond, especially with my lady wife."

"You are foolhardy."

Katherine held her breath, certain an argument would ensue. But Sir Dafydd settled back in his seat.

"I am not timid, Sir Geoffrey. I know my own mind. 'Tis a pleasant thought to have a home to call my own. A father's steady hand and a mother's love were denied me in my youth. My years at St. Quintin were spent learning the art of war. 'Tis time I did learn the art of domestic tranquility." He laughed, a deep and rich sound. "Forsooth, I intend to be an apt pupil, with this lady as my loving tutor."

"I did not know you were at St. Quintin," Geoffrey said. "You are well-acquainted with that knight who does l.u.s.t after your wife?"

Sir Dafydd gave an impatient sigh. "I do not wish to discuss the matter. I would enjoy this day." He sipped his ale and lapsed into silence, but his boot tapped the floor with an increasing tempo.

Katherine could not help but be aware of her husband's presence, for his leg rested beside her head and brushed against her wimple with more regularity. Muscular and well formed, it seemed to reflect a growing agitation, quite what she would suppose, given the course of the conversation. Clearly, Sir Geoffrey meant to provoke.

"See what a calm and sweet repose my lady displays for us. Already I am charmed."

Katherine sighed in relief. Sir Dafydd's voice was at once gentle and cajoling. But in the next instant she caught her breath and went rigid, for his heavy hand descended upon her shoulder.

He leaned toward her with warmth in his eyes. "It does suit me that you favor us with a winsome smile, my lady."

She cringed at the caressing fingers. 'Twas like maggots crawling upon her flesh. Faith, did she dare fling herself from his repugnant touch? Her stomach lurched and she fixed a narrowed gaze upon the stone floor.

"Are you not capable of such things?" Sir Dafydd persisted.

"'Tis a request I cannot meet," she whispered.

"See you her defiance?" demanded Geoffrey, lunging forward in his chair. "Heed me when I say- "

Sir Dafydd shook his head. "Nay, you must not denounce my wife. In return, I will not believe the rumors apportioned to you. Most are false, eh?" His deep voice trailed into silence. "Come, Sir Geoffrey, I wish to be better acquainted, to be friends. Fate brought me here. 'Tis not every day one resurrects a father from the grave."

"You presumed me dead?" The knight's surprise showed in his face.

"'Twas the tale I was told."

"You were not slighted. I knew naught of your existence."

"I do not feel slighted. And I thank you for demonstrating graciousness at my elevation to the lordship of Haughmond. The king thought we would do well together."

"So he owns," responded Sir Geoffrey with a lowering of his brows.

"I find myself gratified by the arrangement. There is much bounty hereabouts, much to delight my eye." Sir Dafydd's hand moved across Katherine's shoulder.

She shifted, desperate to escape his touch. But his fingers followed her and remained firmly in place.

"I am greatly pleased with my lady wife. Is she not fair and sweet and calm? 'Twill be a joy to know more of her."

"She does bewitch you. You do not know what grief the day may yet bring."

"I bid you not to seek it, my father. Let us enjoy Christian charity. And G.o.d's bounty." Sir Dafydd's voice was gentle, yet it held reproof.

Glowering, Geoffrey took a long pull against his ale. "Are you always so tolerant?" he demanded.

"Nay, but I find I can rejoice with a newfound father and a beauteous wife. What better manner to begin anew?"

He dared much, her husband. Katherine did not know what to think of him. With smooth aplomb, he had fielded every a.s.sault and objection from Sir Geoffrey, even though it appeared to goad him. And glory be to the saints, no fray had erupted with drawn swords or spilled blood. She could not help but be impressed.

One of Sir Dafydd's knights approached with a sealed parchment.

"My apologies, Sir Geoffrey, that our amiable conversation must needs by interrupted." Sir Dafydd rose and presented a bow. "I have a message from the king. Be a.s.sured, I shall return posthaste. In the meantime, allow me to leave you in the care of my lovely lady."

Geoffrey nodded in reply. Lifting his horn to his lips, he watched the knight retreat to a quiet corner with his companion.

"A pleasant family gathering," he hissed when Sir Dafydd was out of hearing. "You do plot to make a fool of my son. He is deluded in thinking 'tis a warm and fond welcome he receives as lord of the castle."

"'Tis meet it should appear so." Nervously, Katherine folded her hands in her lap and looked away. In the past, Sir Geoffrey's civility had not boded well for her sister and herself.

"You fill his head with your beauty. I will see it does not dim his good judgment. He must needs know of your mala fides."

"You decry my mode of affection most earnestly. Yet Sir Dafydd does not seem eager to indulge your gossip," she commented and tossed her head, hoping 'twould display a measure of confidence.

A dark shadow crossed his face. "You, who take another man to your bed, know aught of wifely affection."

Katherine leaped to her feet. "I do not seek the love of your son. Never a son of yours! Think you I am eager for the seed of your lineage? The sanct.i.ty of this marriage was polluted long before the vows were forced upon me."

"But they are holy vows!" Geoffrey lunged out of his seat and thrust his face at her. "My son would know any child you birth is his and not another's b.a.s.t.a.r.d!"

Katherine glared back at him. "You dare- "

"Cease this bickering! I will not have my homecoming disrupted by such."

Katherine spun around at the harsh undertone. Her husband stood so close that the hem of her bliaud caught on his metal stirrup. Yet his proximity did not deter her. She could have faced Satan and not been daunted. Though Sir Dafydd's face was in shadow and the firelight blazed fully into her own, half blinding her, she stared into the featureless visage without flinching.

"Your lady wife is most ungracious. She bears me much ill will," bl.u.s.tered Sir Geoffrey from behind her. "'Tis alarming how easily rudeness does spring from her tongue."

"My apologies if Katherine offends you, Sir Geoffrey. Mayhap she does not yet know her proper role and needs to be instructed." Sir Dafydd took her elbow and tried to move her. "Sit and be silent, my lady."

Though fear and anger exploded within her, Katherine refused to budge. So short a time and already her husband ordered her about. So swiftly she became his chattel.

Wrenching her arm free, she dared mock him. "You display a spurious pretense at civility. Likely the strain of politeness is past bearing. 'Twould not be surprising, given your bloodline."

"'Tis not the time for inflated pride, my lady wife. Go to our chamber and await me there. We needs discuss your behavior," Sir Dafydd admonished in a deep, brittle voice.

She would not be bullied. Nor would she be affrighted half to death, though she did shake like a trembling cony facing the watering fangs of a hungry wolf. Was this the manner in which she would live the rest of her days, beneath the heel of a husband who berated her, a man who resembled his sire far too well?

Moving from his reach, she squared her shoulders. "So you can beat me in private?" she cried. "If a beating I must bear, then level it upon me before my people, that they might know what manner of monster you are, that you do so simply to conceal your shame."

"Have I given you reason to fear me, my lady?"

Her husband's calm civility was frighteningly reminiscent of his sire's. Fury rushed through Katherine, left her panting, left her without logic. She glared up at the shadowed face of her husband, unable to halt the rushing words.

"Yea, for never did you win a virgin bride."

Chapter Twenty-three.

The crashing of a pottery jug mingled with the startled exclamation of a servant in the kitchen pa.s.sageway.

"'Tis not to be borne!" Sir Geoffrey's bellow filled the chamber. "See to your duty, my son! Your wife will fetch a beating for this grievous confession!"

With a cry of dismay, Katherine whirled to face her stepfather. The years rolled back and 'twas as though she were a child afresh, with Sir Geoffrey raising panic within her. All that remained was for him to close the distance, so he could more easily dispense his brand of persuasion.

A sudden parched mouth and watery limbs did not hearten her confidence. But Katherine was not so dismayed as she might have been, for she could not distinguish the faces of the two knights within their chain mail coifs. Squinting into the bright, roaring flames of the fire, she tried to swallow down her fears.

"You were taken against your will, I presume?" Sir Geoffrey stepped closer.

"Nay!" Her jaw lifted a defiant notch. "The man I love laid claim to me before I was sacrificed at the altar."

"Sacrificed?" Sir Geoffrey snorted. "Hardly that! For family honor, let be it known 'twas rape."

"'Twas an act of love." She bunched her fists in determination.

Sir Geoffrey swung toward Sir Dafydd. "What if she is already with child? What do you then?"

"We will put forth the tale of a seduction," Sir Dafydd murmured in a deep and measured reply.

Katherine eyed her husband warily. His quiet restraint, much resembling the calm before a storm, was as frightening as Sir Geoffrey's rant. In her experience, forbearance never endured long. She would have her say before she was silenced. "I will not submit to your lies. 'Twas love alone that took my maidenhead, naught else."

"There, her own admission to an affaire d'amour!" Though Sir Geoffrey shook a finger in her direction, he drilled his son with his scowl. "Worth a hearty use of the cat, if ever I heard one."

Katherine's knees threatened to give way. Yet the obscurity of the figures towering so near allowed for a measure of wilting bravado.