The men locked in combat never saw her leave. Spencer was meeting Kirk's onslaught admirably, but in truth he was having a difficult time. Kirk was larger, stronger, and had the advantage. But Spencer was young and quick, providing a reluctant target for Kirk's rage. Sparks from the broadswords burst against the backdrop of the dead garden as the battle raged.
Kirk backed Spencer against the small bench overlooking the pond. But the young knight deftly leapt over the seat, sloshing through the water with Kirk in pursuit. The noise was deafening as broadswords met with each other, the old bench, and in one case several stalks of dead foxgloves.
A few servants had heard the commotion and came to watch, joined by several soldiers. It wasn't often that they were treated to a true swordfight, with the grace and skill that made the spectacle exciting to watch. But it was also apparent that the stakes of this match were high, higher still when Kirk landed a heavy blow to Spencer' armorless forearm. Blood streamed from the wound, sprinkling the ground with every move.
"Why do not..." Spencer grunted as he countered Kirk's thrust. "... you simply leave the lady to a younger man. Do you truly think you can..." he grunted again as he narrowly avoided being gored. "... make her happy?"
Kirk would not be distracted with chatter. With a growl, he lunged for Spencer, anticipating the man's reaction and thereby countering. The result saw Spencer stabbed in the shoulder.
"You have no idea what you're saying," he breathed, taking a step back as a wounded Spencer took the offensive. "We are very happy. More so after I marry her. Why couldn't you have simply left her alone?"
"Because I want her." Spencer backed Kirk against a cluster of dead daisy bushes. Kirk simply plowed through the bramble, fending off the younger knight's energetic blows. "When you saw her for the first time, did you not feel the same?"
"I did."
"And if she had been involved with another man but not yet betrothed, would you have still pursued her?"
The vicious thrusts slowed, coming to an unsteady halt. Panting and sweating, the men stared at one another.
"Mayhap," Kirk said quietly. In truth, he would have done exactly what Spencer had done. "But tell me; if it were you she was involved with and I attempted to woo her away from you, would you not react as I have?"
Spencer' expression tightened. "I would have killed you."
There was nothing more to be said. The swords came up again.
***
The great hall was warm and smoky, smelling of meat and dogs. Mara raced into the hall, searching frantically for Lord le Vay. But the only familiar face she saw was that of Lady Lily, seated at the head table with her relatives. All jealousy for the woman aside, Mara pushed her way through the crowd of people and servants.
"Where is your father?" she demanded breathlessly.
Lily looked shocked. "I... I believe he has gone to his solar with my uncle. Is something wrong, Lady Mara?"
Mara realized she was very close to tears. And Lady Lily's kind eyes somehow intensified her anguish. "Kirk... he and... oh, I must find your father!"
Lily did not question her further. It was apparent that something was very, very wrong. "Then I shall take you to him immediately."
They ran from the hall. Lily led her through the tall, narrow foyer and into a smaller corridor. To their left a warm room beckoned, scented of hides and liquor. Lionel was seated before the fire, laughing softly with an older man as his daughter and Mara stumbled into the room.
"Father!" Lily said. "Something is...!"
"It's Kirk, my lord," Mara gasped. "He has challenged Spencer and even now they are battling in the garden. You must stop them!"
Lionel leapt from his chair, his bushy eyebrows aloft. "They are battling?" he boomed. "Great Gods! I told Kirk to leave Spencer alone!"
He propelled his girth from the room, leaving Lily and Mara to follow. Lionel took the long route to the garden, not wanting to enter the great hall and create havoc for his guests with his brusque manner. Skirting the perimeter of the keep, he passed through a small fortified door and emerged into the bailey. He could hear the clash of broadswords almost immediately.
Mara hadn't realized that Lily was holding her hand as they reached the entrance to the garden. Lionel burst through the gate with the fearful ladies in tow, watching in horror as Kirk backed a bloodied Spencer against the wall with merciless strikes.
"Kirk!" he roared. "Enough!"
Kirk immediately came to a halt, breathing heavily as he turned to the source of the shout. Spencer, seeing that Kirk was distracted, brought up his sword. But Kirk caught the movement, turning away before the man could spear him deep in the belly. Instead, the broadsword passed cleanly though the muscle of his torso, just below the ribs. Had Spencer' aim been an inch to the right, he would have missed altogether.
Mara screamed as Kirk whirled away from Spencer, bleeding profusely. Lionel rushed forward, putting his rotund body between the two knights.
"Enough, both of you!" he bellowed, his hard gaze on Spencer. "An unfair move, Spencer. You're too good a knight to indulge in such unethical tactics!"
Spencer pushed himself off the wall, trembling as a result of his blood loss. "It was perfectly legal. My opponent was distracted and, as we know, distraction can be deadly."
Lionel glared at him. "When I called a halt to this battle, I meant the both of you." He glanced at Kirk, standing tall and strong in spite of the fact that blood was streaming from his wound. "And you. I told you not to kill Spencer, did I not?"
"He gave me little choice, my lord," Kirk replied steadily. "I warned him against pursuing the lady and he chose to ignore me."
Le Vay sighed heavily, looking to his blond-haired captain. "You knew the lady was spoken for and still you pursued her? I find this difficult to comprehend, Spencer."
Spencer emitted a ragged sigh, wiping the sweat from his brow and gingerly touching the wound in his shoulder. "Some things in the world are worth fighting for, my lord," he said quietly. "She is one of them."
Le Vay did not reply for a moment, waiting for Kirk to erupt. But the knight remained silent and Lionel maintained his gaze on the young knight.
"No more, Spencer," he said, more gently. "It is obvious that you are not meant to have the lady. I would demand you leave her, and Kirk, in peace."
Spencer eyed his liege before gazing at Kirk. The reluctance, the defiance, was obvious. But the young knight said nothing as he turned away, wearily moving for the gate.
Le Vay watched him stagger his way through the garden, a genuine sadness filling him. Spencer had been devastated by Genevieve's death two years prior and this was the first occasion the man had shown interest in another woman. An interest that had been proven tumultuous. Still, it showed that the death of his lady had not permanently damaged him; indeed, he was capable of feeling again.
"Lily," le Vay indicated his daughter, "assist Spencer if you would."
Lily obeyed, helping the weary knight from the shadowed garden. Mara was left standing alone, her eyes wide, as Kirk and Lionel faced one another.
"This does not please me." Le Vay's voice was quiet. "You knew better than to challenge him."
Kirk's stance was unwavering. "I explained my reasons, my lord. I was given little choice."
Le Vay sighed heavily, pondering the situation as Kirk's wound continued to ooze. The knight had broken out in a cold sweat, indicative of his pain and exhaustion. After a moment, Lionel simply shook his head.
"You will understand when I withdraw my permission for Spencer to accompany you to Ireland," he said. "And I would suspect you will have little objection."
Kirk's stone-gray gaze was even. "I plan to leave before the end of the week. Spencer's shoulder wound will take longer than that to heal."
Le Vay cocked an eyebrow. "That is not what I meant and well you know it. I shall not have you two battling each other when it's the bloody Irish you should be focused on." He turned away, glancing at Mara as he moved for the gate.
"Tend your knight, lady. And I would suggest you keep him out of my sight for the remainder of the eve."
Mara nodded obediently, watching the old man leave the garden. Slowly, she turned to Kirk.
"I am so sorry," she whispered. "Please forgive me for causing all of this."
He stood there, staring at her. After a moment, he sighed heavily and attempted to sheathe his sword. "You are not responsible, lass. There is no one to blame but myself and Spencer."
He was struggling wearily with the sword, his left side soaked with a growing red stain and Mara moved forward, practically yanking the weapon from his grip. "Give this to me," she demanded quietly. "Let us go inside where I can tend your wound."
He let her take the sword, although it was a struggle for her to simply hold the thing. He continued to gaze at her as she put his great arm around her shoulder, his blood staining her dress. Gently, she urged him forward.
The servants and soldiers that still lingered fled in all directions when Mara and Kirk emerged from the gate. Kirk's pace was slow as Mara nursed him across the courtyard, exhausted herself from lugging his sword. Kirk wasn't particularly weak from the battle, but he found himself emotionally drained more than anything. When they entered the dark corridors of the keep, he took the sword from Mara lest it drag her to the ground.
By the time they reached her chamber, blood had stained the top of his hose but the wound was sealing itself. Mara had him remove his tunic, sending a serving wench for hot water and rags. Waiting for the woman to return, Kirk stretched out on Mara's pretty bed and smeared blood all over the coverlet.
Mara moved to the edge of the bed as he lay with his eyes closed, timidly examining the puncture. It was clean, about two inches in length, and she decided it would be best to simply clean it and bind him tightly. In truth, she had never sewn a wound in her life and was nauseated with the thought of sticking a needle into Kirk's flesh. Peering closer at the rather sickening injury, she was unaware that his eyes had opened.
"It should take about eight stitches," he said quietly, watching her turn shades of green. "Small ones, if you please."
She swallowed hard, daring to look him in the eye. "I... I have never sewn a wound. I do not think I can."
He smiled faintly. "Certainly you can. I shall help you."
She made a face of disgust. "Kirk, I do not think...."
A sharp rap at the door interrupted her. Gladly, she answered and Niles burst into the room. One look at Kirk's bloody torso and the man came apart.
"Christ!" he exclaimed, rushing to the bed. "What in the hell happened?"
Kirk was quite cool. "Spencer pressed his attentions and I was forced to defend my interests." He cocked an eyebrow at Niles' dismayed expression. "The lady was not persuasive enough in her attempts to be rid of him. I had no other choice."
"There is always a choice," Niles insisted. "The entire castle has heard of the clash and considering this is Spencer' domain, they are siding with him."
"I care not who the people of Quernmore side with. Spencer did all he could to take Mara away from me and I did what I felt necessary to dissuade him."
Niles looked at Mara, standing rather pale next to the bed. She looked terribly guilty and he refrained from comment; it was no one's fault in particular, but Niles was concerned with the fact that le Vay seemed to be taking a good deal of grief from his vassals who wanted Kirk sent home to Anchorsholme in disgrace. He had been in the great hall for the past several minutes, listening to the rising displeasure.
"I suppose we can thank God that you did not kill the man," he muttered, casting Kirk's wound a long glance before turning away. "Were that the case, I am sure we would have a mob on our hands. You must remember, Kirk, that Spencer is very much loved here at Quernmore. Whether or not he tried to steal your lady."
Kirk was well aware of the situation and the consequences that could have transpired. And he certainly wasn't blind to le Vay's disappointment or the fact that his military support was now in jeopardy. With a grunt of effort, he swung his legs over the bed.
"Then I suppose I should soothe the situation before it grows out of hand," he said, wincing as he rose to his feet. "Clearly I am to be made the villain in all of this."
Mara rushed to his side. "You cannot! I must tend your wound!"
He cast her an amused expression. "How? With kisses and magic? Not a minute ago you informed me that you had no intention of sewing it."
She frowned. "I never said that I did not intend to sew it. I simply said that I had never sewn a wound before."
He looked around for his stained tunic, his voice mockingly high as he repeated her words. "'Kirk, I do not think I can sew your hideous gash.'" When Niles snickered, Kirk turned to Mara with a smirk on his face. "Fear not, you spineless creature. I shall survive without your needle and thread."
Her cheeks pinkened, torn between extreme anger and the urge to giggle. "How dare you taunt me." She stamped her little foot. "Very well, then. Go and make your attempts to soothe the vicious mob and I hope they tear you limb from limb for your efforts!"
He grinned broadly, pulling the tunic over his head. Putting his fingers in the hole left by Spencer, he gasped like a woman and pretended to faint at the sight of his wound. Mara rushed at him, slapping him with her little hands.
"You're a horrible, nasty man!" She struggled with him even as he grabbed her, laughing deeply. "Out of my sight before I use your own sword against you!"
He tried to kiss her but she slapped his lips, drawing guffaws from Niles. Laughing as she continued to wrestle with him, Kirk groaned when he moved suddenly to avoid being hit in the belly. All struggles and frivolity came to an end.
"Kirk!" Mara gasped. "Did I hurt you? Are you all right?"
He eyed her, his hand to his left side. "You have sorely taxed me, you brutal wench. If you will not sew this scratch, then I suppose I shall have to find someone who will."
"Lily sews a rather beautiful stitch," Niles said, a grin playing on his lips. "Mayhap you should seek her skills."
"Lily is tending Spencer," Mara said before Kirk could reply. Casting Kirk a long glance, she nodded with resignation. "I suppose I shall have to do it if you're going to whine about it. Niles, would you procure a needle and thread for me, please?"
Niles dipped his head. "With pleasure, my lady."
It wasn't as bad as she had imagined. With Niles' expert guidance, Mara managed to put seven stitches in Kirk's side and, rather pleased that she hadn't vomited in the process, smiled triumphantly at her pale patient. Kirk patted her on the head, his fatigue and blood loss rendering him weak and sleepy.
Still, he intended to find le Vay and apologize for his actions. But the longer he lay on the soft mattress, the more tired he became. By the time Niles left the room, Kirk was snoring softly on the blankets.
Mara bolted the door after Niles departed. A fire blazed brightly in the hearth and she moved to douse the spirit candles, two by the bed and another on a small table by the door. The strange bedchamber was warm and dim, shadows from the flickering flames dancing on the walls as she stood beside the bed and removed her surcoat.
It fell in a heap on the floor. Carefully, she peeled back the linens and crawled into bed, being sure not to disturb Kirk. He lay on the top of the coverlet, sleeping an exhausted sleep, and she kissed him tenderly on the cheek. Gazing at his masculine beauty, memorizing every line of his face, she smiled faintly as she snuggled beneath the covers.
But sleep did not come as easily for her as it had for him. Mara did not know how long she lay there, listening to the strange sounds around her and Kirk's soft snoring. It was cold in the room in spite of the fire and she pressed against him, relishing his heat. But still, she could not sleep.
His shoulder was next to her face and Mara found herself tracing the powerful lines of his muscles, touching the large veins that bulged through the skin. Her small fingers moved upward, feeling the stubble of his neck and tickling the cleft in his chin. Inv
olved in her exploration, she propped herself up on an elbow to inspected his ears, noting that the lobes were perfectly formed. Finding a tiny scar just under his jaw, she was in the process of examining it when Kirk groaned softly.
"You're going to be the death of me, lass."
She smiled. "What do you mean by that?"
His eyes rolled open, clouded with sleep. "What I mean is that I would like to sleep. I should sleep, considering I have lost a good deal of blood." A great hand came up, cupping her chin. "But all I can think of at this moment is making love to you until the sun rises."
She put her face in his neck, nuzzling his scratchy skin. "I thought I might lose you today, Kirk. And the thought of you going to Ireland to quell a rebellion frightens me to death. If you were to die..."
"I will not," he said firmly, grunting as he rolled off the bed. Pulling back the coverlet he had been sleeping on, he removed his hose and climbed into bed beside Mara. Gathering her in his arms, he sighed raggedly at the feel of her delicious body. "Trust me, love. Never doubt that I shall return to you."
Her naked skin against his, Mara was giddily content. "But what if you do not? What if you die and I am left with nothing?" She wrapped her arms around his neck, bright blue eyes melding with stone-gray. "Give me something to remember you by."
He grinned, kissing her chin, her cheek. "Gladly. Other than my body and soul, what else would you have?"
She stared off into the darkness of the room as his lips moved down her neck. "A son."
He stopped. Abruptly, he pulled away, staring at her. "What did you say?"
Mara was resolute. "I want a son." She touched his face, smiling in response to his shock. "Why does this surprise you? We are to be married, are we not? Whether I conceive now or on our wedding night will make no difference."
Odd that she was reflecting his own thoughts on the night he had taken her maidenhood. A son. But not so odd considering how much they thought alike. Or how very much they felt for one another.
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