by Anne Herries
She was lifted and tossed on the crest of a wave, carried with him to a place they had never been, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. His mouth caressed her while his tongue tasted and flicked, each stroke making her quiver and then cry out as the pleasure became so intense that it was almost pain.
‘My beautiful, beautiful Elaine. I adore you…I shall never stop loving you…you must believe me…’
He was so intense, so imploring that all she could do was cling to him as the spasms shook her body and she felt such glorious sensation coursing through her. She was in an earthly paradise, loved and giving all the love within her freely.
‘I shall never doubt you again,’ she vowed and buried her face in the salty sweat of his shoulder.
When at last they were satiated, Elaine fell into a deep sleep while Zander lay beside her, one leg resting possessively over her and his arm about her as he lay looking into the darkness now that the candle had burned out.
She was his at last and he had returned to her in every way that he was capable of. He might not be the idealistic youth that had caught her young heart, but the knight who had come home in his place was determined to love and protect her all his life.
Epilogue
Elaine looked about her. The shelves in her stillroom at the Manor de Bricasse, as they had named the fine estate that lay no more than twenty leagues west of Zander’s uncle’s own estate, were filled to capacity with preserves and cures that she and her ladies had prepared. Bunches of herbs and wild flowers were hung up to dry and a bench was littered with the remains of their latest foray into the surrounding countryside.
Sir Roderick had chosen well for them and it was a rich manor, fertile and sweet, capable of supporting the growing army of men that had flocked to join Lord Zander.
Wiping her hands on a cloth, Elaine left the room where she often enjoyed spending her time and went through into the large hall. This manor house was more modern than Sweetbriars and the rooms were pleasant with bigger windows of leaded glass. She put a hand to her back for it had begun to ache a little of late, something she assumed was to do with the fact that she was carrying her husband’s child.
Elaine sighed, wishing that her lord was at home. In February of that year, King Richard had finally returned to claim his throne. Instead of resisting, Prince John had promised allegiance to his brother and convinced Richard of his loyalty, though many doubted it privately. However, Richard had seen fit to embrace his brother and was even now making plans for yet another crusade. Zander had been summoned to meet with him and other knights and Elaine was anxious lest he had been asked to prove his loyalty by going with Richard on this latest expedition.
The king had accepted Zander’s explanation of Lord Stornway’s death. Elaine had wondered if Philip’s sister would place an objection before the King, but a little to her surprise no word had come from her. Elaine had decided to write and thank her. The Abbess of St Michael had written to tell Elaine that Anne had decided to take her vows and would be joining their order.
Elaine had put the young woman from her mind, allowing herself to enjoy the following months. Having settled at their new manor, they were summoned by Sir Roderick to meet the king at his house and it was rumoured that he might be made the King’s Marshal before Richard left on his next crusade. However, nothing was said and the visit passed without incident. She was not sure whether Zander’s uncle was disappointed not to be named, because he had not mentioned it before her. Zander told her as much as he could, but his uncle was of the old school and believed that ladies must be protected from the truth for their own sakes.
It was in the June of that year that Elaine realised she might be with child. She waited a few weeks before telling her husband, but her physician had confirmed the signs were good and she was confident that she was at least two months with child.
‘You are to bear my child?’ Zander looked at her in delight when she told him and then kissed her hands. ‘I can hardly wonder at it,’ he said and smiled. ‘We have been passionate these many months; it was bound to happen sooner or later.’
‘Are you pleased?’
‘Of course. Every man wants his heir—and you, does the idea please you, Elaine?’
‘Of course. I am so happy in every way. I have always wanted children and they will make our life complete. Our new house is wonderful and the land is good. Why should I not be content?’
She particularly liked the new arrangement of their private chambers, which gave them a bedchamber that connected through a door and a parlour where they could sometimes be alone. It was so easy for Zander to come into her room and for her to go to his—and she’d made certain that his chamber now had the comforts that a lord of the manor should expect.
Yet now Zander was with the king and Elaine was anxious. She knew that if he was commanded to follow Richard, he must go and leave her. She would be well attended by her ladies, and with Sir Roderick close enough to visit often she need not fear attack or even loneliness, for Zander’s aunt and cousin visited her each week.
It was just that she hoped Zander would be with her when she gave birth to their first child, which she was certain in Her own mind would be a son. Zander said he did not mind, but she knew that all men craved a son. Her child was not due for some months yet and by that time Zander might be in the Holy Land.
She had made up her mind that she would not beg him to stay. Elaine hoped that he would not be called, but if he were she could not deny him. She loved him too much to put him in such an invidious position.
As she turned to mount the stair to her chamber, she heard a commotion outside the house and glanced back as Zander strode into the hall. He looked so strong and well, his scar still prominent, but much less vivid now. His eyes were bright with excitement and she feared the worst. Richard had asked him to join him and Zander had agreed.
Painting on a smile that hid her fears, she went to greet him. ‘Welcome home, my lord. I am glad to see you.’
‘And I you,’ Zander said, looking down at her. She saw laughter in his eyes and wondered at it. ‘Do not look so anxious—it is not the news you fear.’
‘Richard has not asked you to join him in his crusade?’
‘No. He asked something of me, but it was not that.’
‘Tell me,’ she said and aimed a little punch at his arm. ‘Do not tease me, Zander. I was afraid that you must leave me again.’
‘I shall never leave you for a day longer than I must,’ Zander said and smiled at her. ‘Richard asked me if I would become his King’s Marshal. He wants someone he can trust to keep the peace while he is gone—and I am to have the castle at Lanark and another at Rochester.’
Elaine caught her breath, as she struggled to take in the news. Zander was to be the King’s Marshal! It would mean they must leave this house, which was dear to her, and spend time at the castles Richard had given them—but at least they would be together.
‘What did you say?’
‘I asked why he had not given the honour to my uncle. He said that Sir Roderick would be a warden of the peace here, but he needed a man who was strong enough to counter his brother’s worst excesses—and he thinks I am the only one strong enough to stand up to the prince while he is away.’
‘Oh…’ Elaine breathed deeply. The king had bestowed an honour on Zander, but it was a two-edged sword. Her husband would be an important man, often away on the king’s business—and if he made an enemy of Prince John he might be murdered. Yet if it was what he wanted she could not object, though her heart cried out against it. ‘Has he made you an earl?’
‘The earldom was offered, but refused,’ Zander said. ‘I asked that the honour of being the King’s Marshal should go to Sir Roderick. If my uncle needs me, I am ready to support him and I have assured Richard of this—but I have no wish to spend my time at court or to play the king’s games with his brother. I want to spend my time with you, Elaine. To watch our children grow and enjoy the quiet happiness we have found
together here.’
‘Ahh…’ A breath of content left her. ‘Was Richard angry?’
‘A little disappointed, but not angry. I have served him well and he could not refuse my request to step back and let others take the honours.’
‘Thank you,’ Elaine said and moved towards him, putting her arms about his waist. ‘Thank you for returning to me, my love—my gentle knight. I ask for no more than to have your children and live with you in peace.’
‘For as long as we have peace in England I shall not leave your side,’ Zander promised. ‘Only if my sword is needed to protect that peace shall I take up arms again…and that, before God, is my promise to you.’
A promise she knew he would keep. She kissed his lips and was content.
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First published in Great Britain 2013
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© Anne Herries 2013
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