The Original de Wolfe Pack Complete Set: Including Sons of de Wolfe

by Kathryn Le Veque

  William knew that. Now he was starting to feel uncertain and sad; sad that he’d argued with his son and uncertain for the future. But one thing was for certain; he had to stand behind Patrick and not against him, just as Kieran had said. He would not fail him. Wearily, he stood up from his chair.

  “I will go and find him,” he said as he moved to the door. “Hopefully he will not be too angry that you hit him and try to take it out on me.”

  Kieran watched him walk to the door. “Do you want me to come with you?”

  William shook his head. “Nay,” he replied. “He left this chamber so he would not strike you in return. If I were you, I would stay out of his way for the rest of the day.”

  “I can still hold my own against him.”

  William cracked a smile. “You are dreaming if you think so.”

  He left the chamber, leaving Kieran standing by the cluttered table, smiling. Kieran knew he was dreaming, too, but he had to show a good front. But staying out of Patrick’s way for the rest of the day wasn’t a bad idea.

  The missive from the mother prioress was still over by the windowsill where Patrick had left it so Kieran went to retrieve it and bring it back over to put it on William’s table so the man wouldn’t lose it. There was so much clutter on the table that Kieran wasn’t entirely convinced it was a good place for the vellum but he dropped it there nonetheless. He was just heading for the door when the panel shifted open and in came his wife along with his son, Kevin, and Apollo de Norville. The young knights had a rather curious but restrained look about them but Jemma didn’t hold back. She went right to her husband.

  “Well?” she demanded. “Did William banish Atty? I saw Atty leave the solar and head tae the upper floors, but when William came out, he headed tae the hall. What has happened?”

  Kieran frowned. “Were you watching the solar door?”

  As Jemma prepared a staunch retort, Kevin spoke. “Mother was coming down the stairs and Apollo and I were just entering from the bailey. I didn’t see Patrick go upstairs, but I saw Uncle William head to the great hall. What happened, Papa? What did Uncle William say about Patrick’s marriage?”

  Kieran sighed. “I am sure you can imagine that he is not happy,” he said. “Especially after we received the missive from the mother prioress yesterday. Patrick may have gotten himself into trouble by marrying a woman he did not have permission to marry.”

  “Pah,” Jemma said. “A big enough donation tae Coldingham and he can buy permission. The lass told Jordy that she wanted tae marry Atty, and she’s of age. It wasna as if he forced her.”

  Kieran shook his head. “It does not matter. Patrick should have asked for permission before marrying her.”

  Jemma still didn’t see the issue. “And so he didna,” she said, hands on her hips. “Bridey is a lovely lass and Atty did well enough tae marry her. Ye can see that they love each other and the church canna separate them now. It is finished.”

  Kieran wasn’t so sure. “If they are angry enough, they can demand his arrest,” he said. “They can have Patrick locked up for what he has done. That would separate them.”

  Jemma faltered at the realization. “Oh… Kieran,” she breathed. “Ye dunna think they would do that, do ye?”

  Kieran lifted his big shoulders as his son and Apollo stepped forward. “We will not let them get their hands on Patrick,” Kevin said firmly. “I suggest we return to Berwick immediately so the church does not move against Questing. We will seal Berwick up and wait out Coldingham’s anger. They’ll not get Patrick while there is breath left in my body.”

  Kieran put his hand on his son’s cheek affectionately. “You are a true and loyal friend,” he said. “But Patrick will not go this alone. His father will not let the church arrest him, even if he has to defy Henry himself. And since Patrick is going to London to assume his post as Lord Protector, it is my thought that mayhap he should go now and take his wife with him. The further away from Coldingham for them both, the better.”

  “We have more men on the border than the church could summon in all of Northumberland,” Apollo said, arrogant in his youth. “My father carries thousands as the captain of Northwood Castle and between all of Uncle William’s garrisons, there has to be ten thousand men. The church would be foolish to take on the whole of de Wolfe and his allies for one small postulate.”

  Apollo was an astute young man and enthusiastic, much as Kevin was. Those two were usually the ones to charge headlong into any conflict before anyone else had the chance. Looking at the pair, Kieran could see that they were more than willing to draw a sword on Patrick’s behalf. But he didn’t need them cutting nuns in half in order to prove a point. He sought to soothe the savage young blood.

  “William will do what needs to be done, I am sure,” he assured the eager pair. “Meanwhile, the best thing you two can do is ride to Paris at Northwood Castle and inform him of the situation. He is very close to Berwick and if there is some kind of military undertaking, he must be informed.”

  Kevin and Apollo were more than ready to ride with that message. “Aye,” Apollo replied. “Shall I tell him anything else?”

  Kieran shook his head. “Nay,” he said. “If anything else occurs, I will send him a missive right away.”

  With their orders, Kevin and Apollo left the solar, preparing for the short ride to Northwood Castle, a massive bastion where Apollo’s father served the Earl of Teviot. With the two hotheads out of the room, Kieran turned to his wife, who was now seemingly quite worried about the situation. When she saw her husband’s attention on her, she shook her head sadly.

  “Poor Atty,” she mumbled. “When the man finds happiness, it isna without a great price. And she is such a dear lass, Kieran. Even now, she is upstairs with the children, playing with them as if she doesna have a care in the world.”

  Kieran went to her, pulling her into his big arms, holding her snuggly. It was something that he drew strength from and had for almost thirty years. For all of Jemma’s spit and fire, she was a woman with a heart of gold and Kieran adored her. He was whole when she was with him.

  “I do not want you worrying her,” he said. “When you see her next, do not mention this conversation. Everything she hears, she should hear from Patrick.”

  Jemma’s head was against Kieran’s chest, hearing his heart beating in her ear. “I know,” she said. “I willna be the one tae tell the lass anything.”

  “Thank you.” He kissed the top of her head and let her go. “I think I will go upstairs and play with the children, too. I must stay away from Patrick for the rest of the day.”

  Jemma looked at him, confused. “But why?”

  “Because he accused William of lying to him so I slapped him.”

  Jemma’s eyes widened. “Ye slapped that mountain of a man?” she gasped. “Saints help us; what were ye thinkin’?”

  Kieran took her by the elbow and headed for the solar door. “I was thinking that he insulted his father.”

  “So ye hit him?”

  “Slapped him.”

  “’Tis the same thing!”

  Kieran shook his head. “Had I hit him, I would have knocked him cold.”

  Jemma scowled. “Atty? I doubt it. Did he hit ye back?”

  Kieran opened the solar door. “Do I look like he hit me back?”

  Jemma peered at his face. “Open yer mouth,” she said. “Are ye missin’ teeth?”

  He frowned at her and urged her through the door. “I am not missing teeth.”

  Jemma only shook her head, a worried expression on her face. “For now,” she muttered. “I think I will stay with ye the rest of the day. Atty wouldna dare strike ye in front of me.”

  Kieran had to roll his eyes; it wasn’t as if he was a weakling. He was an enormous man of great power, but from the way people were reacting when it came to him and Patrick in a showdown, he was either dreaming he could win or, like now, his wife wanted to protect him. If people weren’t careful, he was going to start feeling emasculate
d.

  True to her word, Jemma stuck by his side for the rest of the day.

  William saw the back of Patrick’s head as he entered the stable.

  It was cool and somewhat dark in the stable, with beams of light steaming in from the ventilation windows. Patrick was saddling a small palfrey, evidently trying to repair a buckle on a lady’s saddle, and he didn’t see William when the man entered the stable. Not wanting to startle his son, who was probably in no mood to be surprised, he knocked quietly on the stable entrance as he entered, simply to alert Patrick that someone was coming up behind him.

  Patrick turned to see his father and promptly turned back to what he was doing. William’s gaze lingered on the man, thinking on how to start the conversation when Patrick was clearly still upset with him. He cleared his throat quietly.

  “Patrick, you do not need to leave,” he said. “I have had my tantrum. I’ve said what I needed to say. Now we must figure out how to solve this problem together, just as we have always done. When did you become so thin-skinned to my rantings?”

  Patrick paused. “I have just been told that I am an utter idiot by the man I love most in this world,” he said. “How thick-skinned would you be?”

  William leaned against the stable wall as Patrick went back to fixing the buckle. “I did not say you were an idiot,” he clarified. “I said that you were irrational. But you would not run from me if I was in trouble and I will not run from you. Now that I am calm, I gather that returning Bridey to Coldingham is out of the question?”

  “It is.”

  “Then you and I will have to go to the priory and explain the situation.”

  Patrick paused again, looking up at his father. “You need not go,” he said. “I got myself into this. It is my peril to face.”

  William shook his head. “Nay, lad,” he said quietly. “It is our peril. You are my son and I will not let you face this without me. In fact, I will insist on going. I’ve yet to speak with your mother about this but there is the possibility that she may want to go as well. Remember she deals with Kelso Abbey on a regular basis and she is very involved in feeding the poor and tending the sick. Therefore, she understands the way these institutions work. And she may be able to express to the mother prioress what men cannot.”

  Patrick sighed, long and slow. “Now Mother is coming with us?” he said. “I am not entirely sure it is a good idea.”

  William lifted his eyebrows. “You cannot stop her if she wants to,” he said. “If she wants to go and we deny her, then she will follow. Trust me, lad – your mother will not be denied.”

  Patrick finished fiddling with the strap on the saddle and cinched it up. “I know,” he muttered unhappily, but his manner was softening. “Neither will you. I am sorry if I was rude to you, Da. I was… hurt. Hurt that you did not trust me.”

  This was the Patrick that William knew – soft-hearted when it came to his parents, loving and kind. He felt some relief at the man’s apology. “And I am sorry that I became so angry with you,” he said. “You were right – I do understand what it is to love a woman that I cannot have. Obviously, I did not let it stop me. My love for your mother has pulled me through time and space, and continues to do so. Not even death will end it. Therefore, I do understand what you are feeling. I understand it all too well.”

  “Then tell me what to do,” Patrick said, his stony expression breaking. There was worry there now. “I fear that I may have lost my perspective. I speak of taking money to Coldingham to buy my bride, but is that the best thing to do? I am due to leave for London in a few days. Mayhap I should seek Henry’s counsel on the matter. He has the power to make it so that the church has to listen.”

  William shrugged. “In any case, you must confess to him what has happened so he is not surprised by a missive from Coldingham or, worse, the Bishop of Durham demanding your head,” he said. “I have a feeling that Henry will support you, whatever the case, but it would be much better if we could solve this ourselves. If you are agreeable, then we will ride to Coldingham tomorrow and offer the mother prioress a goodly sum of money in exchange for Bridey. The price of a bride, as it were.”

  “Then you believe that is the best course of action?”

  “I do.”

  Patrick felt better about the situation now. This is the advice and support he had been seeking from the first but his father, who had many people to worry over, had reacted as had been his right – with concern and anger over something that could jeopardize them all.

  Now, the situation was far calmer and he was able to think more clearly. Leaving the palfrey standing there half-saddled, Patrick leaned back against the wall next to his father. As the tension of their argument faded, the reality of what was to come settled in. Patrick was going to have to pay for Brighton, and pay handsomely. Not that he minded in the least but he began to tally up what money he had available.

  “As for the money,” he said, “I am mostly paid by you, as your garrison commander, and also by Lord de Longley, as your liege, for my servitium debitum. You pay me too much, you know.”

  William smiled weakly. “I pay you five pounds a year.”

  “De Longley pays me five pounds a year. That is ten pounds every year, an incredible sum.”

  “Are you complaining?”

  Patrick shook his head. “Nay,” he said. “Because I have saved my money over the past several years. Henry paid me well in the battles against de Montfort, as did his son, Edward. In coinage alone I have over two hundred pounds stashed away, and that is not including what I have been paid in plate or other valuables. Do you think Coldingham would take twenty pounds for the lady? That is more than they could make in ten years.”

  William nodded. “It is a very generous offer,” he said. “If the mother prioress refuses, I will double it. Surely she would be foolish to refuse that.”

  Patrick felt much better than he had in some time. He and his father were speaking reasonably and rationally, and a plan was now set. He could only pray that the mother prioress would accept the money for Brighton, because truly, only a fool would refuse such a sum. Aye, he was feeling much better – he knew what he had to do and his father was with him.

  All was right in the world again.

  “Then I suppose we shall leave for Coldingham on the morrow,” he said. “I do not have much time before I must leave for London so there is no time to waste. How long will it take us to reach it? I know approximately where it is but I have never been there.”

  William shook his head. “Nor have I,” he said. “But I know it is north of Eyemouth. That is not far from Berwick.”

  Patrick agreed. “We must pass through Berwick to travel the road along the ocean north,” he said. “And, Da… I think I should take Bridey back to Berwick. The place is impenetrable and she would be away from Questing. I know you are concerned for Mother and the others with her here, as a target. So if I return her to Berwick, that would alleviate your fear somewhat.”

  William heard his own words reflected in his son’s statement, now feeling guilty that he’d said such a thing. It wasn’t as if Coldingham would attack them, although they could raise an army at some point if they wanted to. As part of the Bishopric of Durham, they could call on the bishop’s army. William had only said such things to his son because he hadn’t wanted his family to be put in harm’s way, but it had been selfish of him. He could see that now.

  “Leave her here if it makes you feel better,” he said. “She would have your mother, if she chooses not to come with us, and Jemma and your sisters for company. She might feel more comfortable if she remained here.”

  “But Berwick is to be her new home. She will have to go back some time.”

  “Then I shall leave the decision to you.”

  A warm silence settled between the two of them now that the storm had passed and they were on pleasant terms again. Patrick was vastly relieved to have his father’s support once again because the more he thought on it, the more daunting the task see
med. In fact, now that the rush of the impromptu wedding was over, he was coming to grips with what he’d done on a larger scale. In truth, he didn’t much blame his father for becoming so furious with him. He had rather gotten himself into a bit of a situation.

  But it was of no matter. He wouldn’t have changed a thing.

  “When I first realized I was feeling something for Bridey, I was truly furious at myself,” he muttered. “The appointment with Henry is what I have strived for all of my life and I did not need or want any complications. I kept telling myself that. But now that I am facing what could quite possibly be a terrible complication with the event of my marriage… it is all I can think of. Bridey is all I can think of. Going to London to assume my new post seems secondary in comparison.”

  William watched his son as he spoke, the sincerity in the man’s features. A smile crossed his lips. “When I met your mother, I was facing the same thing,” he said quietly. “Henry wanted me in London and I did not want to leave your mother. How odd we find ourselves in such similar circumstances at nearly the same time in our lives. But, unlike you, I had no father to guide me and no massive military empire at my disposal. Certainly, I had the late John de Longley as my mentor and liege, but there were times I felt quite alone in it all.”

  Patrick cocked his head curiously. “Even with Uncle Kieran and Uncle Paris to help you?”

  William shrugged. “They were mere knights,” he said. “They did not have men sworn to them at the time, so it wasn’t as if I had their armies at my disposal. Not like I do now. In that respect, you are in a much better position than I ever was. Have faith, Patrick. We shall overcome.”

  It was the first time Patrick had heard his father speak in support of his situation. It made him feel vastly better. “Thank you, Da,” he said sincerely. “That means everything to me.”

  “Family above all.”

  “Indeed.”