Knight: Once a Knight Part 19

Opening her eyes, she braced her arms against the table to push herself upright. "This proves it."

"What?"

"If one loses control once, one starts the long slide down into dissipation."

His brown face appeared sinister-surely a trick of the light-and he said, "Slide faster, my lady. Slide faster."

Most men would be looking at what she so unwarily displayed.

David looked at her face. She thought she had schooled herself to hide her emotions well, but he seemed to be judging his a.s.sault by her expressions.

"We need to halt now." Her voice sounded weak even to herself.

"Not ever."

She tried to recoil. He slid a finger inside of her.

"Don't. I'm not...ready."

"Believe me, you are."

How did he know she was lying? He'd learned too much about her in one night. She closed her eyes against the sensation, then opened them when he took her arms and put them around his shoulders.

"Hold me," he said. "I'll support you."

She needed no man's support, but she liked it as his arms cradled her.

His arms...She jerked to the realization he still touched her intimately, but no longer with his hands. She shuddered with pa.s.sionate demand, then looked up to see if he had noticed.

He was watching her as carefully as a mother watched her child, waiting for knowledge and skill to take the place of ignorance. She looked into his eyes, wanting to please him, wanting...

"We are so close, my lady." His voice crooned to her as he slid inside her. "Feel me. Take me into your body and let me into your soul."

She whimpered when he moved. This was all sweet and hot. She tried to brace her heels on the tabletop, but they slipped off. She wrapped them around his waist, and his smile blossomed.

"All mine," he whispered.

And she realized she shouldn't have opened herself to him so freely. But he rewarded her by thrusting, by moving faster. This wasn't the gentle, considerate loving of the previous night. It was sunshine and speed and fragments of breath. Discipline spun away and she fought to get closer while he fought to move away.

Or was it the other way around?

"David." She wanted his flesh, and she bit his shoulder. It tasted salty.

He jerked, laughed under his breath, thrust harder.

She wanted everything about him in the selfish, greedy way of a child. She wanted because she wanted, because he made her move and clench and feel...and shudder and cry out and...she fell backward and he caught her, lowering her to the table. The cool surface arched her back up toward him. She tried to grasp something, to make sense of sensation, but there was only David and, ultimately, herself. She cried out his name. She came up off the table in one giant convulsion that rattled her world.

She lost control.

He leaned over her, urging more.

But she couldn't do more. She didn't understand what she'd just done.

Then he said it. "More." And the rusty sound of his voice in her ear, the caress of his breath and the touch of his lips made it happen again. "Please." She whimpered, trying to escape the ecstasy and find more at the same time.

He climbed on the table with her, and up on his knees he rose above her. He held her hips as he thrust harder, then gave an exultant roar when he finished.

She didn't understand it. Not any of it. But she didn't have time to think. He pulled her close against him. His chest rose and fell as he gasped, and hers did the same. His heart galloped beneath her ear, an echo of her own.

In her life, she had come to believe men and women were nothing alike, yet it seemed they reacted in a similar manner to this one act.

Mayhap that was why the Church sanctified marriage. To celebrate this one time men and women found accord.

Then slowly, he released her and rose on his knees again. She looked at him above her, felt him inside her, and knew somehow power had shifted.

"Did you think I could fail in everything and never move to regain my losses?" Determination bit hard lines beside his mouth and anger brought fire to his gaze.

"I don't understand," she stammered.

Thrusting his hands into her hair from her neck, he turned her face up to his. "Don't think you can resist me again. When you come to my bed, be prepared to surrender control-or I will wrest it from you."

"I don't have to come to your bed!"

He laughed with a touch of maniacal amus.e.m.e.nt. "Then I will come to yours, my lady." He let her go so suddenly she slid backward. The table rocked as he climbed down. Grabbing an armful of his clothing, he opened the chamber door, turned and promised, "And you will welcome me."

13.

The night before, I'd fallen asleep a miserable, unhappy boy. In a brutal demonstration of his inept.i.tude, my hero had failed to defeat Hugh. Lady Alisoun had gone into Sir David's chamber, and no one had let me retreat there to sleep. The great hall-indeed, the whole castle-was quiet, waiting for the outcome of some momentous event, and I feared my lady planned to discharge Sir David.

Then when I rose in the morning, every servant in the great hall was laughing! I didn't understand, so I asked Hugh. He hugged my shoulder and told me everything was fine. I asked Andrew. He grinned and ignored me. At last I asked Jennings. He turned his fourteen-year-old, superior face on me and said, "Stupid cur! Your precious Sir David bedded Lady Alisoun last night, and he just tossed the b.l.o.o.d.y sheet out the window to prove it." His wide eyes narrowed. "And you're his squire." Cuffing me on the ear, he muttered, "It should have been me."

I was stunned. Sir David had bedded Lady Alisoun? I had schemed for Sir David, aiding and abetting his suit, but this seemed all wrong. I had thought it would be like one of the stories the minstrels sang of. I thought Sir David would woo Lady Alisoun, save her from danger, and they'd be the living celebration of a pure love. Stained sheets and sweaty bodies never existed in my mind. But before I could stumble back and hide in a corner, Sir David stormed out of his chamber and slammed the door shut behind him.

Everyone cheered. The previous day's defeat might never have happened. In their eyes, he'd done the impossible; he'd conquered Lady Alisoun.

The hurrahs stopped him in his tracks. His gaze swept over the smiling a.s.semblage, and he glared with enough fury to halt the demonstration. The servants ducked their heads and hurried to their tasks. He pointed his thumb at Philippa, then at his chamber. "She'll want you," he said.

Philippa handed her baby to one of the other maids and with head bent and shoulders slumped, she hurried to obey.

Then he saw my horrified stare, and he seemed to comprehend just how I felt. "Well," he asked, "are you still my squire?"

Did I have a choice? Clearly, I did, and I knew better than to abandon my knight for any reason. I answered, "Aye, Sir David."

s.n.a.t.c.hing a loaf of bread off the sideboard, he tore it and tossed me half. "Then let's break our fast and go to work."

He strode from the great hall with me on his heels, and behind I heard the footsteps of Hugh, Andrew, and Jennings.

h.e.l.l was about to begin.

"Where did he hurt you?"

Philippa's voice intruded on Alisoun's daze, and she turned her head slowly to stare at her friend. "What?"

Philippa rushed toward her as she rested on the table. "Where did he hurt you? He was so angry, and I'm sorry I suggested...but he never even slapped Susan when she poured boiling stew in his lap while she was trying to entice him."

The hard table hurt Alisoun's tailbone, so she sat all the way up. "That's not a very clever way to do it."

"She wasn't pouring it into his lap to entice him, she was leaning over the table and showing off her udders and accidentally-good Saint Ethelred, that's not important!" Philippa took Alisoun's hands and chafed them. "Did he put you on the table to beat you?"

Alisoun dragged her drooping shift up over her shoulders. "Nay!"

"Then, did he use you roughly?"

"Not exactly." Gripping the edge of the table, Alisoun slid off and stood on wobbly legs. "He was just rather...forceful. He was angry about something."

"What?"

"I just told him that we'd spent too much time in bed and he'd ruined my schedule."

Several expressions crossed Philippa's face, and in a tone of voice Alisoun couldn't comprehend, Philippa said, "I don't know why that would bother him."

"I don't, either." Philippa "tsked" in disgust and this time Alisoun recognized exasperation. "Why would that bother him?"

"Men are funny that way." Philippa turned Alisoun around and spread the shift's gaping neck yet wider.

"What are you doing?" Alisoun demanded.

"You have no bruises."

Craning her neck to look at Philippa, Alisoun said, "I told you I did not. Why would I lie?"

"Because sometimes it's embarra.s.sing to admit that the man you picked is so...careless."

"The word is brutal."

Philippa flinched. "Perhaps. Would you like a clean shift?"

"And my work clothes. I am determined to continue the day as if this never happened." Alisoun's mind had returned to its orderly functioning. As Philippa hurried back to Alisoun's chamber to retrieve her costume, Alisoun resolved to shove Sir David's odd behavior into the background of her thoughts. She couldn't allow him to disrupt her schedule both day and night. But when Philippa returned, arms full of clothes, Alisoun immediately spoiled her resolve by blurting, "He's angry about the child."

"I was afraid of that." Philippa laid the clothes on the bed and poured water in a basin for Alisoun to wash. "Men don't like having you distracted from their needs by a child."

"Nay, I mean he says I wouldn't know how to raise his child." Alisoun leaned over the basin, waiting in suspense to hear Philippa's verdict.

"That's nonsense," Philippa said stoutly. "You love as deeply as any other."

Encouraged, Alisoun splashed in the cold water.

"You simply aren't demonstrative."

Alisoun stopped and waited in dread.

"And of course children do thrive with holding and kissing."

Alisoun accepted the towel Philippa handed her. "Do you mean you encouraged me to bed Sir David with the intent of getting myself an heir and you don't believe me capable of acquiring the skills to raise a child?"

"I didn't say that. I just remembered how Sir David entertained Hazel and didn't complain when she drooled all over the front of his shift."

"Why did she drool on him?"

"Because she's teething," Philippa said patiently.

"How long has she been doing that?"

"Since before he got here."

"All that time for one tooth?"

Philippa stepped back and looked Alisoun over as if she were none too bright. "Hazel has four teeth now. I'm weaning her to a cup."

"But she's just a baby!"

"That seems to be the best time for people to acquire teeth."

Alisoun couldn't comprehend such a rush. It seemed only yesterday when Hazel had been born. She'd been helpless, unable to sleep all night or eat without a bellyache. Now she was sitting up and rolling around and getting teeth. While Alisoun wasn't looking, Hazel had become more than an infant. She had become a babe, and for the first time Alisoun realized David's concern. She was ignorant of children, and what if she made a mistake? What if she was too busy for the baby, or disciplined it at the wrong time, or rewarded the wrong behavior? All adults started out as babies, innocent and sweet as Hazel, and look what a mixed bag of villains and saints they became. Undertaking child rearing was a ch.o.r.e of unspeakable magnitude, with results that echoed far into the future.

Alisoun sank onto a stool.

And she had thought to raise a child alone. It couldn't be done. She pressed her hand to her womb. Who knew what horrors might result?

"Don't look so stricken," Philippa said. "If nothing else, I'll help you raise your child."

"Aye." Alisoun released her breath in relief. "You'd know what to do."

Alisoun knew herself to be a woman of good sense. She could learn how to raise a child if given enough guidance. Only...how did one become proficient? It seemed to Alisoun that if she practiced on her own babe, she'd not realize her mistakes until the child was grown. But on what babe did one practice? Without a doubt, Philippa wouldn't allow experimentation on Hazel, and did Alisoun really wish to possibly ruin her dearest friend's child with her own inept.i.tude?

"Look, Alisoun, we must face facts. I may be forced to leave here some day."

"Nay, you won't," Alisoun said automatically.

Philippa smiled, but her lips trembled. "Sometimes I wish I could go back."