A Knight's Quest (Falling For A Knight Book 1)

by Lana Williams

  Gilbert held Garrick’s gaze for a long moment before nodding. “Where does that leave men like us who are simply trying to do the best for ourselves and our people?”

  “Times are difficult but the future appears to be even more so.”

  “I fear ’tis not a problem we can solve. We can only fix what is within our reach.” Gilbert raised his cup. “As such, is there anything I can do to aid your wool trade negotiations?”

  Well aware of the deliberate change of subject, Garrick knew he’d gain nothing more from the earl. “Edgar, the merchant, has offered favorable terms for a long-term contract. Based on what he told me, he’s expanding his wool business by building a water wheel. He’s even brought weavers here from Flanders.”

  “Ambitious endeavor. The wealthiest merchants are expanding into wool or becoming bankers. Some do both. There’s money to be had in either for the right man.”

  Gilbert’s brown eyes gave away little as they conversed. He obviously kept abreast of news from London as he knew about the taxes the king had imposed on goods there.

  “I owe much to Lady Sophia as she introduced me to Edgar. Her knowledge of the city and its people is quite impressive.” Garrick tried to prod his host into revealing his intentions by raising the topic of Sophia again. If Garrick hadn’t been watching closely, he might’ve missed the narrowing of the man’s eyes at the mention of the lady. Garrick pushed a little harder. “I was surprised to learn she remains unmarried.”

  Gilbert stared into his cup for a long moment, his mouth twisting into a scowl. “Perhaps her stubborn nature is the reason.”

  “Oh?” Garrick made certain his tone held surprise. “I haven’t noticed that about her.” He allowed a small smile with the lie when Gilbert glared at him. Obviously the man had witnessed Sophia’s stubborn side as well.

  Though Garrick didn’t learn anything significant about Gilbert during their meeting, he still found it helpful. The conversation was one more piece of information Garrick could add to the small amount he’d gathered since his arrival.

  Yet who would he provide this information to now that Iagan was gone? More importantly, would he be the next one to end up with his throat slit?

  Sir Gilbert emptied his cup and rose from his chair, the movements declaring the meeting over. “I would caution you from spending too much time with Lady Sophia.”

  “Oh?”

  “The presence of an English knight at her side will do her no favors.”

  How many times had Garrick already worried over that? Yet did Gilbert say it as a warning because of his personal interest in Sophia or because of what he knew of this city? He supposed Gilbert felt he was more Scottish than English in this particular circumstance.

  As he bid Sir Gilbert good day, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d already done all he could in Berwick. With no contact, what good was the information he gathered? He’d had no additional visions to point him in the right direction. Nor had his instincts told him how to move forward.

  In truth, he had no skills that gave him insight here. He had his cousins’ safety to consider, as well. And if his very presence put Sophia in danger... The idea gave him pause.

  Perhaps the time had come to leave this place and return to England where he could speak with the lord who’d given him this mission. Surely he’d prefer someone better qualified or more experienced to continue. Garrick certainly had nothing more to give. He was not the best man for this mission.

  The only reason he hesitated was Sophia. But now, thanks to Sir Gilbert’s words, he feared his presence here put her in more danger than his absence would.

  ~*~

  “What do you think you’re about?” Eleanor’s voice greeted Sophia before she shut the cottage door behind her.

  Sophia had spent the morn with Jacques, as well as several new merchants in the market square. The introductions she’d made had produced enough coins to see them through the next fortnight, and she’d been quite pleased with her day thus far.

  Until she’d arrived home.

  Sophia didn’t bother to hang her cloak on the peg by the door as she was no longer certain she’d remain. Not if Eleanor was in a foul mood.

  “To what are you referring?”

  Eleanor rose from her chair by the window where she’d been doing needlework. The cottage was empty. Not even Coira was in sight, a sure sign that Eleanor was in one of her impossible moods.

  “Your association with that English knight is the talk of the city.”

  Sophia felt her face heat as Eleanor’s barb struck true. Hadn’t she feared the same thing? That others would notice the time she spent with the handsome knight?

  “Have you lain with him?” Eleanor’s accusatory tone turned Sophia’s concern to outrage.

  “Nay, not that ’tis any of your business.”

  “The Douglas family’s reputation is already in tatters, thanks to William. The last thing we need is you spreading your legs for whoever catches your fancy and whispers sweet things in your ear.”

  A bitter response was on the tip of Sophia’s tongue, but she paused, trying to understand why Eleanor was saying such things. “With whom did you speak?”

  “Why does it matter?”

  “Because none of those things are true. I have not acted in any manner that would embarrass our family, nor do I intend to. All that I do is so we can place food on the table and have a home in which to live. I have done all in my power to help restore our honor so when William does return, he will have a place here.”

  “Ha. This hovel can hardly be called a home.”

  “You are welcome to leave at any time. Perhaps you’d prefer to join Sir Gilbert at the keep.”

  “If you would do as I suggested and accept his offer of marriage—”

  “My brother would have my head if I did so as you well know. But if you throw yourself on Sir Gilbert’s mercy, perhaps he could find a place for you in his household.” Sophia turned and opened the door, anxious to leave Eleanor’s unpleasant company before she said something she’d regret. She paused to look back. “What has you so unhappy that you must try to make everyone around you feel the same?”

  Eleanor’s lips tightened into a thin white line.

  “We have our lives. I, for one, am grateful for that. And we have each other as well as the hope of a future. When William returns—”

  “You mean if he returns.”

  “When he returns,” Sophia continued as though Eleanor hadn’t interrupted her, “I want the people of this city to welcome him, whether we continue to live here or not.”

  “You intend to leave us, don’t you?” Eleanor glared at her. “You will go with that knight when he leaves.”

  “I hadn’t considered such, but it is an excellent suggestion. Perhaps I should ask if Sir Garrick will take Ilisa and Alec and me with him.” She was tired of Eleanor not helping, of her having nothing good to say about any of them.

  “Don’t allow me to hold you back. If you choose to give yourself to some English pig who—” She gasped, her gaze holding over Sophia’s shoulder.

  Sophia looked behind her to find Garrick standing there.

  His blue eyes glittered with anger, his jaw clenched tight. “I would hate to assume you were referring to me, Lady Eleanor, for I don’t believe you know me.”

  Sophia held her breath, hoping her brother’s wife would pay heed to the warning in Garrick’s quiet tone.

  “Nay, of course not. This is a private conversation. Surely you weren’t eavesdropping.”

  “I’d suggest you watch your tongue when the door is open. I would’ve taken offense to being called a pig. And it would displease me to think you were referring to Lady Sophia in anything but a favorable light.”

  “As I said, this is a private matter.”

  “Then next time, be certain your words are said privately.” He waited a moment until at last Eleanor nodded. “Lady Sophia, may I have a word with you?”

  The seriousness of his tone made
her wonder if something other than Eleanor’s unpleasant behavior had upset him.

  She sincerely hoped not. Enough bad news had already happened this sennight, and she wasn’t certain how much more she could bear.

  ~*~

  Garrick attempted to rein in his temper but the memory of Lady Eleanor’s biting words made it difficult as he and Sophia walked away from the cottage.

  “Please forgive my brother’s wife,” Sophia requested. “She is unhappy and takes her discontent out on everyone else.”

  “I don’t care what she thinks of me, but I do care what she thinks and says to you.”

  “I appreciate that very much.” Sophia looked up at him, gratitude shining in her dark eyes. “’Tis been a long time since someone has defended me like that.”

  “I hope my presence here has not caused you any harm.” He paused and glanced around. He now felt as if his every move was being watched after his conversation with Sir Gilbert. “Is there somewhere nearby where we could speak without anyone watching?”

  Sophia searched the area. “There’s a small shop that has remained vacant. That should allow us some privacy.” She led the way to an unmarked door a short distance down an alleyway.

  Garrick opened it and found the space empty. He gestured for Sophia to enter and he followed, closing the door behind him.

  The interior was dim, slivers of light coming from around the storefront that was firmly closed. While the building offered the privacy he’d wanted, he’d forgotten the temptation of having Sophia alone. Already his senses filled with her, soaking her in as though parched. Her sweet, lavender scent permeated the space.

  He braced himself against the lure of her, wishing he had a true reason to stay. Yet it seemed for better or worse, his business here was complete. No reason was left for him to remain. Especially not if his presence here put her in danger.

  He took her hands, his eyes adjusting to the dimness. “I’ve come to tell you that my cousins and I will be leaving at first light.”

  She stilled then bowed her head. “I see.”

  “With luck, I’ll return in a few months’ time to be certain the wool is transported properly.” That was the only reason telling her was bearable—the hope that he’d see her again.

  She nodded but still didn’t meet his gaze.

  “Sophia?”

  She looked up then, the moisture in her eyes hurting him more than anything she could’ve said. “I’ll miss you.”

  He drew her into his arms, feeling as though he was letting her down. “I worry for your safety, but I fear that my presence here causes you even more danger.” Hadn’t Eleanor’s words confirmed that?

  “I understand. I knew you’d be leaving, but I hoped it wouldn’t be quite so soon.”

  The warm feel of her against him had him reconsidering but for all the wrong reasons. Or were his instincts trying to tell him something? He didn’t know. In all honesty, he’d never felt more uncertain in his life.

  “Will you be all right?” he whispered. Then realized how stupid it was to ask. He knew what her answer would be.

  “Of course.” She eased back to smile at him, unshed tears shining in her dark eyes.

  He knew her well enough to understand all she was hiding with that rare smile. Yet what choice did he have but to accept what she said? None, unless he was willing to stay.

  He nearly groaned with frustration.

  “Sophia, these last few days have been very special to me.” He wasn’t certain how much to say. Their time together had been far too brief to warrant the feelings he had for her. But nor could they be denied. He cared deeply for her. Of that he had no doubt.

  She swallowed. “To me as well. I won’t forget you.”

  “I hope to see you again in a few months.”

  “I look forward to it.” She stepped back, but he didn’t release her.

  “I have no right to ask this, but may I kiss you again?” He trailed a finger along the side of her face, appreciating her soft skin all the more.

  The look of longing that crossed her face, the way she bit her lip, pierced through him, telling him how much she wanted to say yes. Still she hesitated as her gaze held his, her dark eyes full of regret. At last she reached up to lay her hand along his cheek. “I don’t think that would be wise.”

  Something deep inside his chest shifted, squeezing. He nodded. “I understand, but I can’t say I like it.”

  “I wish you a safe journey.” She dropped her hands to her sides and drew back. He could almost see her rebuilding her defenses as she lifted her chin.

  “Many thanks for all you’ve done for me.” He’d given payment to Chanse who’d promised to pass the small purse of coins to Alec as he’d feared Sophia wouldn’t accept it from him.

  “I am the one who is grateful. You saved my life. But I hope I never have to repay the favor.”

  Suddenly Garrick’s vision grew hazy, narrowing. Now was a hell of a time to have a vision, he thought, even as the scene took over, filling his senses.

  He struggled desperately but couldn’t free himself. Someone held his arms. His mind was sluggish, his thoughts slow. Pain throbbed in his head, his side. He was shoved into cold, dark water.

  Panic filled him as it closed over his head, cutting off light. Cutting off air. Only the blurry images of the men holding him under were visible above. His lungs burned for air. Fear choked him as he thrashed, trying to gain his freedom.

  Images of his mother and father passed through him. His brother and sister. Sophia. Oh Christ, would they hurt her too?

  “Garrick? What is it?” Sophia’s voice came to him as though from a far distance. She held his arm tight, her touch anchoring him.

  Yet the vision continued. The light in the water dimmed as he began to lose consciousness, the pain easing as all thought faded.

  “Garrick?” The worry in her voice penetrated the images racing through him.

  Then the vision was gone.

  He drew a deep, gasping breath as his head spun.

  Christ. Had he just foreseen his own death?

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Garrick settled the final details with Edgar for the wool contract as daylight faded. Though it hadn’t been the true purpose for his trip to Berwick, he knew his father would be pleased with the outcome. At least something had gone right with this journey.

  He tried to ignore the doubt he still felt at the idea of leaving on the morrow. Yet what purpose would be served by his remaining? Only more danger to Sophia and her family.

  With the terms of the agreement set, he left Edgar’s home as dusk fell, passing through the nearly empty market square on his way to the inn. Most people must’ve left for the day, and those who remained hurried by as though anxious to return home. The people who worked in the fields weren’t the only ones who toiled from dawn to dusk.

  Garrick’s thoughts filled with all he was leaving unfinished here. Protection of Sophia and her family. Determining who was behind the attempt on her life. Solving Iagan’s murder.

  Yet Garrick didn’t see how remaining in Berwick would help. He was at a loss as to how to uncover who wanted Sophia dead or who’d killed Iagan. Asking questions when he was virtually a stranger in this city only put himself and those he associated with in danger.

  He had to hope Sir Gilbert would press the prisoner for more information, and that he would soon determine who wanted Sophia gone and why. Never mind that Garrick doubted anyone could protect her as well as he had.

  As for Iagan, few knew him, which had been an advantage until now. The inquiries Garrick had made had been less than effective. Braden had asked the stable master about him, and Chanse had asked the blacksmith. While many had heard of the body found in the river, none had claimed to know him. With no trail to follow, what more could he do?

  Continuing his mission of gathering information on rebellion without anyone to pass it to was pointless. The best option was to return home to share what he’d learned with his brother, Ryla
n, as well as the lord who’d assigned this mission.

  Garrick stopped mid-step. Why did it feel so wrong to leave? He’d discussed it at length with Chanse and Braden. They agreed they should return home, find some way to set up a new contact, then return to Berwick under the pretense of overseeing the wool delivery. All of that seemed logical. But why didn’t it feel right?

  He wished his second sight would show him the path to take but nothing came forth. Anything would be an improvement over the terrible one he’d had earlier. He could only remain on guard—and stay away from water. He’d decided against telling Braden and Chanse of it. Only one of the visions he’d had on this trip had come to pass. Perhaps the one of him drowning would not occur.

  Christ, but he hoped not.

  Added to all this was Sophia. The lovely, desirable woman who was not for him. He had no business forming any affection for her. After all, she was a Scot and he was English. They were natural enemies. Not to mention that her loyalty to this city ran bone deep. His was firmly on the other side of the border. Their differences were many. He couldn’t imagine her leaving with him anymore than him staying.

  Yet the thought of her made his heart speed its beat. He felt different when he was with her. She brought out the best in him. Added to that was her intelligence, trustworthiness, beauty...

  And he wanted her so badly he ached.

  He had no choice but to set all that aside. Glancing more closely about the dark, quiet street, he searched for something else to think on before his chausses grew any tighter. He could hardly meet his cousins at the inn when both his body and his emotions were so stirred.

  A motion on the opposite side of the street had him frowning at the shadows. A man hurried by in the darkness, his movement furtive as he ran from shadow to shadow, his footsteps far too quiet on the cobbled street to be natural. Garrick followed, curious as to what the man could be doing. He paused to listen, hidden by the darkness cast over him by the second story overhang of the building he stood under.

  “This is a hell of a meetin’ place.” The low voice came from around the street corner just ahead.