Lady Thief: A Scarlet Novel Part 9

My mug went hot and red but I didn't say nothing to him.

He leaned even closer so his lips touched my ear. "Lack of consummation."

Stepping back a pace, his eyes went over me in a different way, a way that made me hold my breath because breathing made my chest move too much. Though my heart were hammering hard enough that it might have been a fair exchange, the cloth beating with the pulse of what lay beneath.

"You'll be a good girl tonight, won't you?" he told me with a sneer.

He moved away. I looked at the window, at the sliver of dark night I could see, and I turned and followed my husband.

I weren't full aware of how many n.o.bles had come to Nottingham. The Great Hall were filled to bursting, with huge long tables running the length of it. There were one larger table up on the dais, with fewer seats than the rest.

Gisbourne led me to the royal table and a breath fluttered within me. Were my husband so favored that we would have to eat with these people? Gisbourne did the dutiful bit and pulled out the chair till I swept into it, and pushed it forward for me. I reckoned that the tradition were for the d.a.m.n weight of the thingsa"I were strong as girls came, but I couldn't have lifted such a chair.

Seated in the wooden trap that kept me at the table, I stared at the spectacle. There were huge plates of animals in garish display, giant turkeys sitting golden and steaming, platters heaped with cuts of meat the like I'd never seen. Antlers of the stag they had killed were draped with jewels and pearls above the meat from his body. There were a whole table of falsely colored sweets.

Flour. Sugar. Eggs. Game. All this belonged to the people of Nottingham, who were starving while these people fatted themselves.

Horns blared out into the hall while the men stood, welcoming the prince and princess to the table. The prince were meant to look handsomea"with his fine clothes, and the certain bearing and surety that handsome men hada"but he weren't. He were more than ten years my elder but he looked like a spoiled, milk-faced boy.

"Welcome, lords and ladies, to the humble supper I have been able to give to you. Please enjoy, and let us first drink to the health and safe return of my brother abroad. To King Richard!" he bellowed.

"King Richard!" we all answered. That I was fair fine with drinking to.

A cup touched mine to my right. I looked and nodded to Winchester. "Your Grace," I greeted.

"My lady," he said. A servant stepped between us with an offering of venison stew, and Winchester ladled a bowl for me and then himself. "I am grateful to see you much improved from last night."

"Last night?" I asked.

"Your lord husband informed me that you weren't well."

I looked down. Gisbourne hadn't cared, but it were close to truth. "No, I wasn't."

"My lady," he said quiet, so much so that I had to lean toward him. "I'm more than aware of your husband's ungallantries. Should you ever wish for my a.s.sistance, you shall have it upon a moment."

My eyes lifted. "Thank you, your Grace."

"Now, I believe you know another dear friend of mine."

"I do?"

"The former earl of Huntingdon?" he whispered to me.

My blood ran fast. "You know Rob?"

He smiled, tasting his soup. "So I imagine the stories are true, then. It's him that truly has your heart."

Allan had said as much before. "Who the h.e.l.l is telling these stories?" I asked.

He chuckled. "More than likely, Eleanor of Aquitaine and her minstrels," he told me, nodding down the table. I could see past Gisbourne and the princess to the prince; he leaned back and gave glimpse of an elegant grayed lady.

"That's the dowager queen?" I asked.

He nodded. "There is no fairer personage to serve in the royal court," he whispered to me. "Her youngest son may know little of what honor and grace truly represent, but trust me, she is the font of such qualities."

Like a cloud, the prince blocked my view of her again.

"And she loves nothing more than a well-told story. She encourages such amongst the royal court. Courtly loves are always her favorites."

"The love me and Rob have ain't so courtly," I told him.

He laughed. "G.o.d will judge you, not I," he said. "But I would love to see him again. We knew each other well when we were boys."

Perhaps he were true, and he loved Rob, but it were equal as likely that he weren't, and this were some trick to find Roba"another wolf in the royal court. "I'll speak of it when I see him, your Grace, but as he's a bit of an outlaw he ain't so easy to find," I told him.

"Thank you," he said, patting my hand.

"What are you two whispering about?" Gisbourne asked, but his eyes were on our touching hands.

Winchester released me. "The lady was a.s.suring me her bruises didn't hurt overmuch," he said. "I had inquired after her welfare."

"Your gallantry is misplaced," the prince fair shouted round a mouthful of food. "The lady isn't some delicate flower in need of chivalry, but rather the firmness of her husband's hand, Winchester."

"Surely no woman should lack for chivalry, my son."

The prince looked to his side and I reckoned it must have been Eleanor that had spoken.

"Hardly a woman at all, is she, though?" he said, and a bit of food spat out. Even the princess made a stuck-up little face at that. "She's a thief. A criminal. An outlawa"hardly falls into the same category."

"The gentility befitting her s.e.x should be inalienable," Winchester said.

"Don't be silly," the prince railed on. "I suppose you bow and sc.r.a.pe for peasant women too, Winchester?"

"My wife is no peasant," Gisbourne said.

I frowned. Honestly, why bother piping up at all?

"No, of course not. She elevated you, in fact, didn't she?" the prince crowed. My husband's face went dark. Didn't much think he liked to be reminded of that.

The far ends of the tables were still talking amongst themselves, but the closer bits were listening to the prince make sport of me. "But my prince," someone spoke up. "Surely you must take deportment into account. If anything, dear Gisbourne has lowered himself by his a.s.sociation. It's like mating with a wild animal."

"And what should we take into account about a person that so lowers the conversation during such a lovely meal, my lord de Lacy?" the queen said.

"If you can call de Lacy a lord, my lady queen," said another man.

"Lord enough to see you on the field, Wendeval!" de Lacy roared back at him.

"My dear mother," the princess said. "You must forgive him. We are all so confused about what to do with such a curiosity in our midst. We have all heard such stories about her, and now it seems she cannot even muster the words to speak. You must understand how this lends a certain air of savagery."

"And yet the court's ability to discuss a young lady as if she were an object seems savage also," the queen said. "Most unbecoming, Isabel."

I saw the princess flush at this rebuke, and Gisbourne looked to her.

"My dear mother," she tried again, "I only meant to allay his thoughtless words. I, of course, have been eager to get to know the lady Leaford and am eager to hear what must be such a colorful stories. In her own words."

"Ah, yes, you do love a good story, Mother. Come, Lady Marian, regale us," the prince sneered at me.

Gisbourne's vengeful gaze settled on me, and I licked my lips, pressing them tight together. I pushed up my chin and clutched my hands tight. "I won't perform for you," I said, pushing the words careful through my teeth. G.o.d knows they weren't natural on my mouth. "Perhaps you think me a fool, and who could blame you, as I sit here and listen to you call me a wild animal, a peasant. But I am wise enough to know when my words will only be met with derision and scorn." I looked to the side a small bit. "So no, my prince, I would prefer not to regale you."

My husband's hand settled on mine, his fingers clawing in and cutting. I didn't much dare to look at him, to breathe.

Out the edge of my eye I saw a pale face lean forward. Her blue eyes were bright, and there were a stark, harsh beauty to her face. Eleanor of Aquitaine inclined her head to me, and I flushed.

"Well said, my lady Marian," she said.

Gisbourne released the bear clamp on my hand and I tucked my head down to the dowager queen.

Chapter Ten.

When supper were over Gisbourne caught my elbow and held me in a fair wolf's trap, dragging me out the hall, moving faster than the rest. It were a few twists and turns before we weren't in a crowd, and he pushed me ahead.

"G.o.d d.a.m.n you!" he growled. "You and your filthy, proud mouth! I will be made to pay for that, and by h.e.l.l so will you."

"I did what you asked!" I snapped. "I spoke well, didn't I? I didn't stab no one."

He pushed me again and I tripped over the skirts, hitting the wall, and he slammed his whole body behind mine so it stole away my breath. I reached out to fight him, to grab my knife, but he trapped my arms. I struggled hard, fair panicked now, but it didn't matter, didn't make him move.

"I could take you, Marian," he threatened low in my ear. He bit my neck and I shook and struggled more, trying to be free of him. I ain't never felt so trapped, so weak. He had my name, and every moment more he were taking my courage from me. He were taking everything I had from me. "I could bind you to me forever with the duty a husband is ent.i.tled to from a wife. I could give you a scar to match your wedding present. I could beat you until you remember your place, your promise." His teeth sank into my ear and I cried. "Pick one."

"Is this what your honor means to you?" I asked, but my voice weren't much there and shaking besides. "Will this make you feel bigger in the eyes of the prince?" I drew a breath. "Or is it the princess you want to impress?"

His hand slammed the wall beside my head and he roared, "Pick one!"

Moving his hand meant he let go a bare shadow of a bit, but it were all I needed. I jerked out from him and pulled my knife. He stopped himself quick when he saw it, and his eyes went narrow.

Good. If all I had were his fear of a blade in my hand, that were enough.

Voices rose up in the hall behind him, and Gisbourne turned.

I ran for the nearest window, ready to fling myself out if need be.

It weren't needed to fling. Gisbourne were at least a few moments behind, and I climbed out on the ledge and onto the posts that stuck out the side of the wall. I hated that my hand meant I weren't much good for climbing. I hated the skirts that twisted up my legs. A few shaky leaps more brought me over to a stone trough and I jumped onto that and down.

I went for the wall and stood at the base of it, staring up. It were high and I were already weak, the shivers that Gisbourne started not nearly out of me yet.

Coming round the side and bitter with cold, I wondered what to do about the guards. I couldn't much climb past them, and my head weren't working proper enough to figure out a better plan. Moments came and went, and I were just colder and colder yet.

Looking to the residences, I wondered if I had to go back. If I had to return to him in his foul temper in that thimble of a room. I stepped forward, then stopped. Weren't nothing that way but pain and trouble. How could I go back?

"My lady," the guards said.

I turned. They stepped their heels together in an awful clamor.

I walked toward them slow, careful, and they kept their watch.

Walking past them, every step got more quick as I realized they full meant to let me walk out unbothered. It seemed there were something I could like about being a n.o.blewoman after all.

The guards at the base of the castle opened the gates for me, and gave me a horse and a cloak besides. I could bare stammer out my thanks, stunned stupid with surprise.

I rode out into the night, heading straight for Edwinstowe. The horse bore me more quick than my feet would, and the beast took me through the narrow wooded path that led to the monastery. I dismounted and left the horse in the yard, going to the warming room.

I stopped at the door, my hand trembling near the latch, remembering the last time I were in there.

My hand made its decision and the latch tripped, the door opening and the warmth running over me. The three boys stopped. They weren't asleep yet, and for one horrible breath, I wondered if in skirts and a n.o.ble's kit I didn't belong here.

"Christ, it's good to see you, Scar," Much said, bounding over to me and hugging me.

John were next, lifting me off the floor with his big arms.

Then he let me go and Robin were there, and the part of me that weren't much tough at all, the part that loved him and were terror-struck at Gisbourne rose up, and tears jumped from my eyes.

He caught me close, tucking me tight into his chest till it felt like my own chest, till it felt like he drew breath and it ran through me to make me strong. "They can't see," he whispered in my ear. "Cry as much as you need to, Scar. I won't let them see."

His arms strapped closer around me and gave me their strength. "I am so scared of him, Rob," I whispered soft, rubbing his neck with my words.

"You're all right," he murmured, his hands like running water down my back to draw my pain away. "You're with me now. And if you want, you don't ever have to go back there."

"Just hold on to me a bit longer," I breathed into his neck, the skin hot and damp with tears.

He nodded, and I thanked G.o.d for his calm heart.

I held him till my breath ran steady and I could bear to untwine my arms from him. As I let go, I looked at his face and I knew in a heartbeat he weren't calm at all. He were furious, rage and steel and h.e.l.lfire in his eyes, but he were calm for me. He gave calm to me so I could be strong.

"So," I asked, giving a bare smile, "what's the plan?"

"Th.o.r.esby's been allowed to compete," Much said, "but he can't beat much of anything in an archery contest. He's truly a terrible shot."

"The obvious thing is just to dress Rob up like Th.o.r.esby," John said, "but he doesn't want to do it."

"I'm working with him," Rob said. "He's getting better."