“I would have helped, Ellise. If you had stayed around long enough, I would have helped. Regardless of your birth.”
“I—”
“You play on false pride and ‘tis unbecoming, for I much preferred the peasant lass to the noble woman who stands before me. Good day to you, my lady. I shall see you this eve at supper.” He spun away, boots grinding in the dirt and Ellise stared at his back as he disappeared through a rear door and into the kitchens.
False pride? His words stung, but mayhap it was because he was right. Each word she’d spoken had been bitter and defensive. But his behavior had been little better. Accusing her of deceit and questioning her words. Why did it rile her so much? James was right there, too. There were many things she still kept hidden.
But she had no choice, did she? And it was far better that she maintained her distance from the striking Captain. She could not bear to disappoint him once more. If he even still found her attractive, she would not act upon it. It could only lead to heartache when she left. And she would leave eventually. As soon as she’d saved up enough coin, she needed to find a way to get her son back and track down her mother’s family in Spain. What other choice did she have? If they stayed in England, her son would never be safe from his uncle’s clutches, and neither would she. That was what she needed to concentrate on. Not some beautiful knight.
~***~
Crashing through the heavy hall doors, James stomped across to one of the trestle tables and poured a mug of ale. The drink sloshed onto the linen cloth and he knew he’d have trouble if any of the maids caught him making a mess before supper.
He threw back the ale, the cool relief instantly soothing him. What a day. The heat made the men irritable and he’d broken up two scuffles. To add to that, he gained a decent sized bruise on his arm when he’d been distracted during weapons practice. Thank the Lord the sword had been wooden, or he’d be missing an arm instead. He rolled his shoulder and grimaced as it twinged.
That had been Ellise’s fault. He’d spotted her watching them from a distance, her dark lovely looks making her stand out, and the soldier had used it to his advantage. On his bare arm, the wooden waster had hit hard. Damn the woman. First he’d been preoccupied because of her disappearance and now her reappearance had addled his mind.
He suspected he had an apology to make. He hadn’t handled seeing her again well. But how could he treat her as a casual acquaintance after what had occurred between them? And she had been so calm and indifferent, using that quick tongue of hers to put him in his place. If felt as if that eve had meant nothing to her.
Did it mean something to him?
Well, even if it did there was little that could come from it. Even as a noble woman—a noblewoman—he couldn’t very well marry her. A captain like himself needed a woman with a strong highborn family and preferably some riches to her name. And bedding her again was out of the question. It was bad enough he had once. Aye, Ellise was no innocent, but he still should never have taken her in such a manner. It was against everything he stood for. The code of chivalry was meant to protect the weaker members of society. He should not have taken what she offered so easily.
Aye, he would apologize. After supper. After his meeting with Lord Dominic.
Taking one last gulp of ale, he swiped a hand across his mouth and took the wooden stairs up to the solar two at a time.
Lord Dominic awaited him at his desk, a quill in hand. The solar took full advantage of the afternoon sun and it streamed through the green-tinged glass, spilling upon the wooden floorboards in distorted patterns. James strode forward and waited as Dominic finished his missive.
The Lord laid down his quill and ran a hand through his long dark hair before coming to his feet. “How goes it, James?”
“Aye, well enough, my lord.”
“You need not address me so in private, you know that.”
James laughed. “Aye, as you will.” The formality came naturally to him but Dominic hated it. As boyhood friends, the distinction between their roles never existed.
“I hear you took a beating. From a whelp, no less.”
James touched a hand to his arm, then fisted it at his side. “Not a beating, Dominic. A mere tickle. What did you want with me?”
“We are to expect a visitor. The Earl of Wighthurst—Lord Edmund Wighthurst.”
“We’ve not heard from the Earl in many years.”
“Aye. I extended an invitation to him last Christmas, but he declined. He has had little occasion to visit with us in spite of the proximity of our lands. I will admit to being unsure as to the reason of his visit.”
James ran a hand across his rough jaw. Whatever the visit meant, it couldn’t be good. Wighthurst was a notoriously ruthless man with great ambitions. “Think you he wishes to involve you in some plot?”
“Nay, he speaks…” Dominic frowned and shook his head. “He speaks of the reiver threat and extending the hand of friendship.”
“And you believe this to be true?”
“I have no reason to believe otherwise, but the reivers have caused little trouble of late. If he wishes for an alliance between us, I can only imagine it is so I will join him in some cause. And I have no wish to be part of any plot involving him.”
James snorted. “Aye, well we all know you’ll not be easily convinced of any political cause, but does he?”
“I know not, but this visit makes me uneasy. Why this sudden interest? If it is to do with the troubles in the south, then I want naught to do with it. The crown cares little for our problems, so I do not see why I should care for theirs. Mark my words, James, we shall always be on the outside the law, no matter who sits on the throne.”
Nodding, James strolled over to the window and surveyed the courtyard. He understood Dominic’s bitterness. The king had helped little in the struggle against the border reivers, leaving it up to them to deal with the lawlessness that still dominated the borderlands. He turned his attention back to Dominic. “When shall Lord Wighthurst arrive?”
“Two days’ time, according to his missive. He sent this ahead of his departure. Seems he did not wish to wait for a response. Mayhap he feared me telling him to go to hell.” Dominic grinned and James felt his own lips tug into a grin.
“I shall have the men be extra vigilant. And pray Wighthurst is true in his wish for friendship.”
“Aye, you do that, James. I fear this visit will not be the straight-forward matter Lord Wighthurst claims it to be.”
“Aye, I fear it also.” An odd sense of premonition struck James, twisting his stomach. Something told him the Earl’s visit would bring more troubles to their doorstep.
~***~
The boisterous atmosphere of the Great Hall at supper time almost erased the memory of Ellise’s brief exchange with James. But not quite.
His ominous presence, a scowling figure at the main table, did not help her forget. His gaze followed her as she sat with the rest of the household on the two tables that stretched down the length of the hall. The footsteps of servants echoed across the patterned black and white tiles as they placed various platters in front of her and Ellise inhaled the scent of heavily spiced fish.
Winnie, Lucy’s aged maidservant, plonked herself on the bench next to her, her heavy weight causing the old oak to creak and bounce. The woman leaned over and snatched a piece of bread before breaking it and slathering it with honey. Ellise watched, mildly amused as Winnie shoved it into her mouth as she tucked into her own meal. The food was plentiful and better than the meagre scraps she’d survived on the past few years. Indeed, the castle of Thornewall proved to be bountiful in many ways. The vast demesne was clearly a wealthy one with a keep to match. Where hardship dominated most Northumbrian towns, it seemed Thornewall thrived, a rarity in plague-scarred England.
She flicked a glance around the hall again, its candlelit splendor reaffirming this idea. Dark oak coffers, heavy chandeliers, and elaborate tapestries set off the huge room, and with a fireplace tall enou
gh to stand in and high wooden rafters, you would be hard-pressed to believe Thornewall Castle ever suffered the ravages of the plague.
Winnie brushed the crumbs from her ample bosom, missing those that collected in the folds of her tight wimple, and patted Ellise’s hand. “How are ye settling in, lass? I hear tell ye have a fine knowledge of herbs. I’m glad ye’ve come to aid my mistress. Alas, I am aged and cannot help as I wish I could. I fear for her, carrying two babes.”
Ellise reached over and brushed the errant crumbs from the woman’s wimple which elicited a thankful smile. “Aye, I am experienced with herbs and childbirth. I’ll do my best to ensure Lucy carries the babes safely. I have not delivered twins before, but Mary and Margaret are proof that twins can be delivered without harm.”
“Och, and what a pair they are, too. We shall have our hands full with a pair of Thornewall lads running around.”
“Or lasses.”
“It’ll be lads, mark my words. Lord Dominic is in need of sons and he is of strong stock. And I’d rather lads than lasses. A naughtier pair of lasses I’ve never met.”
With a grin, Ellise eyed the two girls in question as they cleared away the empty trenchers. “Mary and Margaret?”
“Aye, they could do with a sound beating if ye ask me.”
Ellise snorted against her goblet of wine at Winnie’s stern expression. “A beating, Winnie? Surely not.”
“They’re sweet enough when they want to be, but they need to learn their place. Only this morn they were flirting with the Captain. Most unseemly.”
Unable to prevent herself, she stole a peek at the man in question. He caught her eye and raised a goblet to her, sending heat into her face. She quickly turned away. She couldn’t blame the twins for wanting his attention. Who wouldn’t want to catch the eye of a powerful and honorable man? Especially one who looked like James. A shiver wracked her as she recalled their first meeting that day. Wet and topless, he summoned up every memory of their night together.
“Of course no mere servant girl will ever catch Captain James’ eye,” Winnie continued, drawing Ellise from her thoughts. “A man in such a position must marry a noble lass. ‘Tis a miracle he has not married already.”
Ellise narrowed her eyes at Winnie but the woman’s expression remained unreadable. Did Winnie recognize the attraction that surged between them? Aye, Ellise was in no doubt now James still found her attractive. He’d tried to avoid showing any sign of interest but the little spark of awareness remained in his emerald eyes.
But it mattered not. Noble blooded she might be, she was still a poor, fallen woman. Certainly not the sort of woman men like James married. Good for a quick tumble and nothing more. She would do well to remember that.
The back of her neck prickled and she glanced over her shoulder to see James stood behind her. How had he done that? He moved with the stealth of a wolf.
Greeting Winnie with the dip of his head, he secured his gaze on Ellise, the intensity behind it making her mouth dry. “My lady, may I beg a word with you?”
She threw an uncertain glance at Winnie. The maid showed no sign of surprise at James paying any attention to her. Most of the others had finished their meal and were gathered around the fireplace or returning to their duties, so Ellise shrugged and nodded.
He offered her his hand as she came to her feet and she took it unthinkingly, allowing him to escort her out through the large hall doors and into the bailey. The sun had gone down for the night and torches lit the outer walls, highlighting the massive stone fortifications that surrounded them. Once they were safely tucked out of sight behind the hall, James released her hand.
“Had I realized you wanted to have me alone, I may not have agreed to join you.”
James’ lips twisted but his expression remained serious. “I wanted to speak with you and I assumed you would not want people hearing of our… prior meeting.”
“Our meeting in bed, you mean?”
His jaw tensed. “Aye, that one.” He paused for a moment and the notion he seemed unsure of himself struck her. “You will forgive my words earlier today,” he stated abruptly. “I did not expect to see you again and I knew not how to react.”
Drawing in a slow breath, Ellise twined her hands in front of her. An apology? How unexpected. Yet it fitted with everything she knew of him. It left her in no doubt he regretted their night together now he knew she was of noble birth.
“There is no need for an apology. I, too, spoke harshly. You will forgive my impertinence. I had not expected to see you again. Ever.”
“Ellise, pray do not play the subservient lass. It does not suit.”
“Just trying to remember my place, Captain.”
He edged forward, closing the gap between them. “So shall we continue on as indifferent acquaintances? Can I expect to no longer be on the receiving end of your sharp tongue?”
“Aye, ‘tis for the best.” It didn’t stop her heart from sinking though. Indifferent? Dios mio, how could she remain indifferent to such a man? He appeared to falter. A crack in his impressive presence. And Ellise held her breath as she waited for him to speak.
A hand came up and then dropped to his side. “I am torn,” he admitted. He inched closer still, forcing her to crane her neck to look at him. His gaze lingered on her face. Did he see the heat pervading her cheeks and chest? Hear her unsteady breaths? “I should not have let my desires get the better of me that night but the thought of never touching you again…”
Ellise closed the gap, uttering a whispered agreement. Still he did not touch her. His hands remained firmly by his side as did hers and only a sliver of air separated them. She tilted her head up in invitation, even as her mind begged her to stop. A captain and a criminal. It should never happen. She was no good for James. Soon she would be gone.
But she couldn’t have prevented her next words if her life depended in it. “You need not touch me. Only kiss me.”
“Hell, Ellise,” he groaned as he dipped his head.
Warm lips brushed across hers and Ellise opened hers to him. He tasted of spiced wine and decadence as his tongue slipped between her lips and met tentatively with hers. Her hands remained fisted at her side, their bodies still separate, and in spite of the urgent need to touch him, it inflamed the sensation of the kiss. Instead of being distracted by his hands on her or the press of his body, all she felt was his determined tongue and strong mouth.
A rattle of chainmail forced them apart and Ellise drew in a few unsteady breaths in an attempt to clear her head. A last kiss, she decided. That’s what it was. No more obsessing over the angel-like knight. Once the babes were born, she would be gone and James would likely forget all about her.
She waited, watching the soldier as he strolled along the top of the curtain wall and out of her sight before turning her attention back to James. In truth, the selfish part of her wanted to kiss and kiss him into submission, to take every moment possible. They could have a simple relationship, one of pure physical pleasure, but she suspected James would hate himself and it would make leaving him all the more painful. It was not as if she dare risk spending a night with him anyway. If she had a vision, he would surely accuse her of witchcraft. Practicing the healing arts already brought enough attention to her as it was.
Ellise stepped back, a finger to her mouth as if she could somehow keep the sensation of his lips upon hers. “I thank you for the apology. Pray excuse me, I must away to bed. I find myself tired.”
The light in his eyes dimmed and regret coursed through her. She should never have encouraged him, foolish girl that she was.
“As you will.” He dipped his head to her as she retreated. “I bid you good night, Ellise.”
The whispered way he uttered her name played in her mind as she turned away and hurried across the dry mud of the bailey toward her chamber. It reminded her of how he’d said it when they made love that night.
Chapter Four
James strolled along the curtain wall, the summer sun gli
nting off his golden hair. Ellise took a moment to admire him in his domain. The role of captain suited him perfectly. His confident stance and the bearing of those wide shoulders revealed the pride he took in the job. Linen pulled taut against his muscular arm as he indicated toward a soldier and Ellise had to suppress a shudder of need. The beautiful man was nigh on impossible to resist.
But she would. Her wanton thoughts of stolen moments had no place in a world like Thornewall. In truth, a woman like her had no place in Thornewall. A world of honor and nobility. She had left those behind a long time ago. And soon she would leave it even further behind. If she could only figure out a way to get her son back from her late-husband’s brother.
Four years. Who knew if Arias even remembered her now he was six? The few missives she’d received early on after her banishment had told her only that he was well and content. Lord, how she ached to see him again.
Still she had time to think on a plan. The wages at Thornewall were generous but it would still take a while to save enough coin to escape to Spain. Shaking her head and drawing in a breath, she straightened her shoulders and grasped her skirts as she climbed the stone steps leading to the top of the wall. Looking over the ramparts, she viewed the town of Thornewall scattered beneath the grassy mound and the rolling, rock-strewn hills beyond. If she let herself, she imagined being content living in these lands for the rest of her life. But it was not to be.
James spotted her before she prepared herself for his presence. He strode purposefully over, a hand resting on the pommel of his sword. He squinted in the sunlight as his gaze tracked over her, expression serious, leaving her in no doubt that here was the Captain of Thornewall and not the fiery lover that she so longed to see again.
“Is all well, Ellise?”
“Aye, thank you. I came to beg an escort. I have a need to visit the woods. I hear tell there are some herbs that I may be able to replant and I need to gather some moss too.”
He glanced around, his brow furrowing further. “The woods can be dangerous. I think it better you send someone else in your stead.”
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