Friarsgate Inheritance: Until You Part 35

Maybel sighed. "I don't like your going," she said.

"Nor do I, but to disobey a royal summons would bring dire consequences upon Friarsgate, and I have spent my entire life watching over my lands. I do not want to be forced into another arranged marriage with one of the king's men; nor do I want Philippa endangered. I will go. Besides, Tom will be with me, and you know how much he can amuse the king and queen. I will be all right."

In the morning the laird of Claven's Carn prepared to take Rosamund's daughters with him over the border into Scotland. They met unexpectedly in the Great Hall before the others had a.s.sembled. She had just come from the ma.s.s.

"I am glad we are alone," he said. "I wanted to a.s.sure you that I will guard the la.s.ses as if they were my own, Rosamund."

"I know you will," she said. Her insides were melting at the sight of those blue-blue eyes as he looked at her.

"When will you return?" he asked softly.

"I do not know," she responded honestly. "I do not really enjoy King Henry's court, but I cannot refuse my own queen's call. I suspect the king has learned of my sojourn in San Lorenzo and wants an explanation. Henry Tudor is a suspicious man, always seeing demons where there are none to be found."

Logan nodded, understanding. Then he said, "Rosamund, I do not always speak with delicacy, but might I humbly request that you contract no alliances while you are away. I should like, nay, I should enjoy, the opportunity to become your friend when you return."

"My friend?" She looked at him askance.

He flushed, realizing what he had said might easily be misconstrued. "Your friend," he repeated. "And perhaps a friendship between us could lead to a . . ." he hesitated, afraid to say the word lest he frighten her off for good.

"You wish to court me with an eye towards marriage?" she asked frankly.

"Aye!" And his look was one of such relief that she laughed.

"Then I will contract no unions while I am away, Logan, but other than that I make you no promises. Do you understand me? I am still not certain that I will marry again." The smile she gave him was tremulous and brief.

He wanted to say that she had shown no hesitation with Lord Leslie, but he did not. He remembered seeing them together at Stirling. He had never in his life beheld such raw and unbounded love as they had exhibited for each other. He had never imagined love like that existed. But even if she never loved him like that, he knew he wanted her as he had always wanted her. He would accept what she had to give, if indeed there was anything left in her heart. "I understand," he told her. "I ask nothing, and you render me no promise. We shall begin anew, and perhaps something good may come of it, Rosamund."

The hall began to be peopled now with servants, and the children came, eager and excited, running to Logan and bidding him a good morning. Rosamund was touched by the sight of it. Her daughters obviously liked the Scotsman, and that was to the good.

"My lord! My lord!" Bessie was tugging at his sleeve. She was the daughter most like Owein Meredith with her soft blond hair and gray-blue eyes.

"Yes, Bessie," he asked her, "what is it, la.s.s?"

"May I take my puppy with me, my lord? The terrier that Uncle Tom gave me for my natal day celebration?" She was holding a small black and tan pup in her arms.

Logan leaned down, saying as he did, "He doesn't look very big, Bessie. I suspect he won't take up a great deal of room, and he would be very lonely without you. Aye, we must take him. Does he have a name yet?" His big hand stroked the pup's head, and the puppy's tongue licked at his fingers.

"He is Tam for my Uncle Tom," Bessie answered.

"We'll put him in a small basket, la.s.s, and you will carry him yourself on your pony," the laird told her with a smile.

"He is a very kind man, mama," Philippa murmured, coming to her mother's side. "I do believe Banon and Bessie will have a fine time with him."

"Yes," her mother said. Nothing more. She was suddenly seeing Logan in a new light. Perhaps Jeannie, G.o.d a.s.soil her soul, had indeed civilized him.

After the morning meal they prepared for the laird's departure. In the courtyard, the girls already mounted upon their ponies, Logan said to Rosamund, "I will return tomorrow with the men I intend to watch over Friarsgate, as well as those I choose to escort you south."

"I would leave tomorrow, but I will travel only as far as my uncle's monastery."

" 'Tis a good plan. Young Mistress Philippa should not be tired her first day on the road," he answered.

She nodded in agreement and, looking about, said, "I see no one upon the hills spying on us yet."

"Nay. I sent my men early to see what was happening, and as we suspected, your cousin hasn't gotten himself together yet. I think we may both make our getaways before he is aware you and your daughters are gone," Logan said. "I thank you for your hospitality, Rosamund Bolton." Then he mounted his stallion and moved to the front of his men, and they moved off, Rosamund's daughters in their midst, the cart with the children's belongings and two servant girls following.

Rosamund waved to Banon and Bessie, but after a cursory salute the two little girls were more intent on what they perceived as the adventure ahead than their mother behind. Rosamund felt tears coming. "Oh dear," she said, brushing them impatiently away.

"They are only going to Claven's Carn, mama," Philippa said. "You are not losing them forever, you know."

Rosamund laughed a watery laugh. "Philippa, you have such common sense. I do not know where you got it from, but I am glad."

"Edmund says I am like my great-grandmother," Philippa told her mother.

They spent the day completing the arrangements for their journey. Several of Rosamund's gowns had been altered and remade at Tom's direction, so she would not appear unfashionable at court. Philippa's gowns from the previous year at the Scots court were also remade, and a third gown was added to her wardrobe. The proper accoutrements and jewelry were chosen and packed.

"I wish I could go with you this time, my lady," Annie said wistfully. She was again with child, and her son was not yet weaned.

"Lucy suits me," Rosamund told her tiring woman. "You have trained her well, and you can be proud of your little sister."

"But she gets to go to court," Annie bemoaned her fate. "I should like to go again."

Rosamund laughed. "There is no pleasure in all that traveling, as you well know, Annie, or have you forgotten so quickly?" her mistress teased her.

"Aye, I've forgotten the trial of travel, but I remember San Lorenzo in the winter sunlight, my lady," Annie said wistfully.

"You have had the best of it, Annie. San Lorenzo and King Henry's court, and King James' court, G.o.d a.s.soil his good soul," Rosamund told her Annie nodded. "I have," she agreed. "Still, I should like to see Great Harry in all his glory. Will you remain long?"

"No longer than I must," Rosamund said.

Annie closed the trunk holding her mistress' gowns, which she had packed very carefully. "They say the lord of Claven's Carn would court you if you would allow it."

Rosamund shook her head. Why was it the servants always knew what you did not want them to know? "I am on my way to London, Annie. I have scarce time for a lovelorn Scot now, do I?"

Annie grinned at her mistress. "You was always one for keeping secrets," she said.

"No one can keep anything secret at Friarsgate," Rosamund replied with a laugh.

Logan returned the following morning bringing with him thirty men. "The younglings will remain at Friarsgate to keep it safe. The more experienced men I am sending with you," he said.

"How are Banon and Bessie?" she asked him anxiously.

"Tired after their ride yesterday, but G.o.d's blood, Rosamund! You have bonnie daughters. They've charmed my housekeeper already, and Johnnie is enchanted with them. He's never had playmates before."

"Is he like you?" she asked him.

"It's like your Bessie. He looks like me, but he is his mother's son, with Jeannie's sweet manner about him. He may change as he grows older, but having never raised a lad myself, I don't know."

"If the girls become too much, send for Maybel. She will keep them in order. I thought it better she remain here, as her absence would be more quickly noted than my younger daughters'," Rosamund told him. Then she said, "I thank you again, Logan Hepburn, for the hire of your men and your care of my girls."

"I will anxiously await your return," he said.

"I think I may miss your arrogance just a little," Rosamund said to him. "You are so polite with me, it is if you are walking on eggs, Logan Hepburn."

"I am," he replied. "I am attempting to prove to you that I am not a rough borderer, a Scots scoundrel, as you once called me, Rosamund, that I am indeed worthy of your hand. If I allowed myself to revert to my former self, I should seriously consider preventing your going. I should sweep you into my arms and kiss you until you were weak. Then I should carry you to the church and have Mata marry us." He smiled just a trifle wolfishly. "But you prefer a more civilized lover, so if I am to have any chance of winning you, I must be the man you desire. When we are at last wed-if you will have me," he amended, "then I shall become the man you need, Rosamund Bolton." He bowed, then bent, cupping his hands together to boost her into her saddle.

Rosamund settled herself, but her heart was hammering nervously. Yet when she looked down at him, her amber eyes were grave. "Yes," she considered, "I do miss the arrogance." And she smiled wickedly at him, gathering her reins in her gloved hand.

"Golden brown velvet suits you," he murmured, taking her other hand and kissing it. "Give my regards to your uncle Richard, madame."

"Be a.s.sured, I will," she responded, and then she kicked her mount, moving away.

They traveled as far as St. Cuthbert's Monastery, where Rosamund's other uncle, Richard Bolton, was prior. They were welcomed into St. Cuthbert's and settled into the guesthouse for the night. Prior Richard invited them to dine with him in his private dining chamber. She had not seen this uncle, Edmund's younger brother, in well over a year.

"So, niece, while my brother has kept me well informed, I am surprised to see you once again journeying down to court. I did not consider you particularly interested in that sort of life," the prior said.

"I am not, but the queen has summoned me, and I thought it an opportunity for Philippa to be introduced to her and presented to the king. In too few years, uncle, I must find a good match for my daughter."

The prior nodded. "Yes," he agreed. "Philippa is indeed growing up," He turned to the little girl. "You have no desire to serve Holy Mother Church, my child?"

"Only in the capacity of a wife and mother, my lord prior," Philippa answered him politely.

Richard chuckled. "You have done well with her," he said.

"Edmund says she reminds him of her great-grandmother," Rosamund answered him with a smile.

"Yes," the prior replied thoughtfully. "Our father's wife was a woman of good sense and good heart. She treated all her husband's sons equally, though it surely must have been difficult, as Edmund and I were b.a.s.t.a.r.ds. Still, she loved us the same, and she chastised us the same. Now, why has Queen Katherine called an unimportant northern landowner to court?"

Rosamund explained to her uncle why, she believed, she had been summoned.

"You must be very careful," the prior advised her. Then he smiled at Philippa. "My child, go with Brother Robert. He will show you about my little realm before it is too dark. You will not have time in the morning."

"If you wished to speak with my mother privily," Philippa said, "you had but to ask, my lord prior."

"I am asking," he responded, not in the least ruffled by her boldness.

When the young girl had gone, the prior spoke seriously to his niece. "You were the king's lover. He is bound to be jealous of your relationship with the Earl of Glenkirk. You must deal with him most skillfully if you are to escape his wrath, Rosamund."

"Uncle! The king does not care about me. He simply wished to accomplish what he had earlier set out to do. But nonetheless, I know he will be curious as to why I was with Patrick. He will not be satisfied until he knows the entire story."

"You had some feelings for the king, I am certain," the prior persisted. "You have not the nature of a trollop or a courtesan. And he would have had feelings for you, for this king never does anything he cannot justify. Therefore, he will have convinced himself that he was in love with you, even if it was for only a brief time. The fact that you did not remain in love with him when you parted will be your greatest sin in his eyes, niece. You must be careful how you present your relationship with your earl to him. Edmund said to see you with Patrick Leslie was something magical. He said he had never seen such love between two people. I am sorry for what has happened. And there is no sign of his memories returning?"

"The Moorish physician said if after a year or more nothing had changed, it was very unlikely it would. At least Patrick remembered everything prior to his return to court. He did not lose everything," Rosamund told her uncle.

Richard leaned back in his chair. "But you did," he said.

"It broke my heart," Rosamund admitted. "But life must go on, uncle, mustn't it?" She smiled a small smile at him.

"The laird is after her again," Lord Cambridge volunteered cheerfully.

"Tom!" She was blushing.

Richard laughed. "I am happy to hear it. Now, niece, all you must do is convince Henry Tudor that you are his most loyal subject and escape his clutches so you may come back to Friarsgate. I shall pray for you."

"Your prayers, uncle, will be my shield against the king," she told him.

In the morning they began their journey in earnest, traveling south deep into England. It was even more exciting a journey than her travels into Scotland, Philippa thought as they went. There were neat little villages and charming towns the likes of which she had certainly never seen. As she rode through England, Philippa began to realize just what being heiress to Friarsgate entailed. She suddenly understood the talk of a proper marriage. She was not some simple village maiden. She was the daughter of a knight who had been the loyalist of the king's men. Her parents had been wed at a king's command. And now she was going to court to be presented to their majesties, to be shown off by her mother and to attract a family with an eligible son. She might be only ten years old, but she was the heiress to Friarsgate, and in a few more years she would be ready to marry. Philippa sat her white mare proudly.

After many long days of travel they arrived in London and went directly to Lord Cambridge's house on the river. Built of weathered brick, it was covered in green ivy and stood four stories high from its entrance to its gray slate roof. Watching them pa.s.s through the iron gates, the gatekeeper doffed his cap at them. They rode up the raked gravel driveway through the green park. The first week of June had already pa.s.sed, and the air was warm.

The front door to the house opened as they approached it. Servingmen hurried out to unload the luggage cart as the majordomo, bowing, greeted them and ushered them into the house.

"My lord, we are relieved you have finally arrived," he said.

"You received my messenger yesterday," Tom said. "Did you send to the queen to say the lady of Friarsgate would arrive sometime today?"

"I did, my lord. The royal messenger came with a message not an hour ago. I have it here, my lord." He handed Lord Cambridge a parchment.

"The men-at-arms are ours and must be housed and fed. Please see to it. And show Lucy where her mistress and her mistress' daughter are to reside. The child is next to her mother?"

"Yes, my lord," the majordomo said. "Everything is as you would wish it." He bowed neatly.

"Come, dear girl, and let us show Philippa the hall," Tom said.

"If it is the same as Otterly's hall, uncle, I know where it is," Philippa said excitedly, running ahead of them.

"You may know where it is, my adorable one, but the view! The London view is magnificent. Tell me if you do not agree," he said with a chuckle as they entered the room.

The chamber ran the length of the house. It was paneled, and at one end there was a large fireplace with iron mastiffs for firedogs. The lead-paned windows running across one wall of the hall overlooked the Thames River. The ceiling was coffered, and multicolored carpets covered the wide floorboards. Enthralled, Philippa ran to the windows, staring openmouthed at the river with its busy traffic below. Rosamund found a chair and sat down, looking to her cousin who was even now opening the message from the palace.

"What does it say?" she asked him.

He scanned the parchment rapidly, then looking up, said, "Her majesty welcomes you back to London. You are called to court tomorrow before the noonday meal. It is not particularly informative, dear girl."

"At least it doesn't tell me to report to the Tower, Tom," she teased him.

He laughed. "A bath! That is what I need. A bath. An excellent meal prepared by my own chef, and blessedly, my own bed tonight."

"Mama, there are two boats at a dockage at the water's edge," Philippa said.

"They are barges, my daughter. The one with the blue velvet trappings is mine. They are made fast at a quay, which is p.r.o.nounced key. London's streets are narrow, and the traffic can sometimes be difficult. We find traveling by river to the palace far easier, quicker, and much more preferable."

"Oh, mama, there is so much I don't know," Philippa said nervously. "Do you really think I am ready to go to court?"

"You are," Rosamund a.s.sured her child, "but perhaps not tomorrow. Tomorrow mama must go and see what it is the queen wants of her. After I have done my duty, Philippa, then I shall bring you to see what court life is all about."

"And once I have had a day there myself," Tom chimed in, "I shall have all the latest gossip for you, my little one."

Rosamund shook her head, grinning. Then she said, "Very well, cousin. Let us get down to business. Will you bathe before or after the meal? The poor servingmen will be run ragged bringing us both hot water."