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Fearsome Brides

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by Kathryn Le Veque


  Maximus and Gallus knew as much. Gallus waved the man off. “Such things happen in war,” he said, unwilling to elaborate. In fact, he changed the subject completely, mostly because he simply didn’t want to talk about it. “Where is de Montfort?”

  Paeton pointed to the tent. “Inside.”

  Thanking Paeton, Gallus headed into the tent but Maximus lingered behind. It had been a great while since he’d seen his friend and he wanted a few cordial words with him, perhaps to even tell him about Courtly. He found that he was proud and eager to speak of his new wife. However, Paeton spoke first.

  “What will you do if Davyss lifts a sword to you?” he asked softly.

  Maximus shrugged. “He will not.”

  “Would you stake your life on it?”

  “I would.”

  Paeton didn’t have the heart to dispute him. “If he does and you do not lift yours,” he confided, “I will be there. I will not let him strike you down.”

  Maximus looked at him. “Davyss will not strike any de Shera down and neither will his father,” he said. “But I appreciate your concern, Pete, I sincerely do. However, there is something else you should know, something I am sure my brother is telling de Montfort right now. We lost Garran de Moray to Henry’s cause because the king has asked Garran’s father, Bose de Moray, for his sword. Garran has chosen to support his father in this matter. Although I hate to even voice such a thing, it is my suspicion that Bose and Garran are with the de Winter army. They were both in Oxford and have since left, so I can only imagine that they have gone straight for Henry’s army.”

  Paeton’s blond eyebrows lifted. “De Moray?” he repeated, aghast. Mulling over the revelation, he simply shook his head. “Then this will be a battle of legends because we have William de Wolfe and Maddoc du Bois among us. These men are beyond legend, Max. They are the immortals. And now they face each other in battle? I never thought I would live to see such a thing.”

  Maximus put out a hand to the man, shaking his head firmly. “Do not curse them so by calling them immortals,” he said. “They are men of flesh and blood, just like us. They can die just as easily.”

  “Let us hope not.”

  Maximus drew in a long, deep breath, coming to grips with the power on both sides of the battle lines. It was truly quite remarkable. “I had better go inside and hear what de Montfort has to say,” he said. “Are you coming?”

  “In a moment.”

  Maximus threw a thumb out in the general direction of his encampment. “When you see Tiberius, send him on to me.”

  Paeton nodded his head. “It will be my pleasure.”

  “And no planning nasty tricks with him, at least until this skirmish is over and I can fight back.”

  Paeton started to laugh, thinking on all of the rotten things they had done to each other over the years all in the name of good humor. Once, they’d fixed Maximus’ saddle so that it slid off his horse and Maximus with it. In retaliation, Maximus had tossed a hive full of angry bees into Paeton’s tent and sealed the flap shut so the man couldn’t escape. Pranks that had been good-natured but, in some cases, rather painful. Paeton still had an unnatural fear of bees as a result.

  “I promise, no tricks,” he said, holding up his hand to honorably vow. “I cannot think of any good ones, anyway. I fear I am all out of ideas.”

  Maximus rolled his eyes. “Then that is excellent news,” he declared. “That being said, I am going inside. It is good to see you again, my friend, tricks or no.”

  Paeton waved him away, watching Maximus disappear inside de Montfort’s tent. There were already barons in there, gathering, although there was no formal meeting. That would come soon enough now that the Lords of Thunder had arrived. Now, they could start planning in earnest.

  The fate of a nation was hanging in the balance and legends on both sides of the battle lines would soon be at war.

  There could only be one victor.

  It had been a difficult morning.

  More than that, it had been a difficult night. Maximus, Gallus, Tiberius, and their men had left at midnight under a bright and full moon, heavily armed and confident that they could reach Wallingford by morning. Gallus and Jeniver had said tender farewells, with Gallus keeping his hand on Jeniver’s gently rounded belly, while Maximus and Courtly simply clung together. But they were soon forced to separate, necessary if they were to make de Montfort’s rendezvous by morning, so Maximus and Gallus left the women in their chambers, safe behind locked doors, as they headed out into the night.

  Courtly had hardly slept at all after that. She kept seeing Maximus, dressed in full battle armor, prepared for a fight, and it made her sick to remember him like that. Although she knew the man was a warrior, and the very best England had to offer, she still didn’t like the thought of him heading into battle where men would be aiming to cut him down. She wanted him here, with her, safe and warm. But that was not meant to be.

  Morning dawned misty and cold, but once the fog of the morning had lifted, Courtly and Jeniver had taken their small escort and had gone for a walk down the avenue and then back up again. Both women were edgy, nervous, and Jeniver seemed to feel much better when she could move around a bit, and Gallus had permitted her to walk up and down the street that The One-Eyed Raven was located on. On this morning after the men had gone, Jeniver saw no reason to deviate from her usual schedule. Therefore, she and Courtly walked up and down the street, observing their surroundings with interest and trying not to think of their husbands as they headed into battle.

  The inn was located on a street with two other hostels and residences, and people moved about their business in a great rush. Children and dogs ran about in the street, one of the dogs being quite friendly with the ladies. It was a very big dog, scruffy and underfed, but it seemed to take to Courtly a great deal. Never having a pet, she tried to leave the dog behind at first but it kept following her, so she brought it along and back to the inn with her, mostly because she couldn’t get rid of it if she tried. And she had.

  In truth, she needed the distraction, something to focus on other than the fact her husband was waging war, possibly this very minute. This was all so new and unfamiliar to her, a new world of worries that she’d never experienced before, so it was difficult to know how to deal with the emotions the situation invited. Jeniver wasn’t much better, but at least she’d had some experience with it, and she approved of the dog as a distraction. At least it would give Courtly something to do other than sit and worry. Therefore, Courtly focused on tending the scraggly mutt.

  The innkeeper, now having become very familiar with his best guests, provided Courtly with a big, wooden tub to wash the dog in because it was so matted and dirty. Courtly didn’t actually wash the dog herself but she stood by as a stable boy did it, and the dog seemed to begrudgingly accept the fact that it was being bathed. He was calm enough, at any rate. He had a very big tongue and licked Courtly happily when she petted its head, assuring the dog that it was being very good and obedient as the boy scrubbed. When the dog was finally rinsed clean, she took it into the kitchen of the inn and dried it off near the big bread oven.

  Courtly ended up with the dog in the common room, sitting at the designated de Shera table, feeding it scraps from the morning meal. The dog proved to be an excellent distraction, at least for a time, but thoughts of Maximus continued to infiltrate Courtly’s mind. It was much like a leaky dam. She would plug up one flood of memories with a distraction, only to have the flood return greater than before. She played the game for a while, petting and feeding the big and now, fluffy, dog, using it to keep at bay memories of Maximus, but soon she gave up the fight altogether.

  As the dog lay down next to her and went to sleep, Courtly sat at the table with her chin in her hand, depressed, watching the activity of the room as patrons came and left. She wished with all her heart that Maximus would be the next person coming through the entry door, but alas, it was not to be.

  “Well?” came a voice behind he
r. “Did you bathe the bugs from the dog?”

  Courtly turned to see Jeniver as the woman took a seat next to her. Courtly smiled weakly. “Indeed I did,” she said. “He is a very friendly dog.”

  Jeniver eyed the mutt. “He is a very big dog,” she said. “I am glad that he is friendly because he could certainly eat you for sup.”

  Courtly laughed, turning to pet her new friend on the head. “I have decided to name him Henry,” she said. “I can order him about to my content, make him do my bidding, and feed him scraps from my table. It is a perfect name, truly.”

  Jeniver laughed. “Maximus and Gallus will love that,” she said. Then, she set a small, wooden box onto the table, something she had brought down with her from upstairs. She began to open it. “I thought you might like to play a game to pass the hours.”

  Courtly looked at the box with interest. “What is it?”

  Jeniver pulled forth a stack of wooden cards, elegantly painted. “These are cards that I purchased when I visited Paris a few months ago,” she said. “My father bought them for my birthday. We can play games with them.”

  Courtly had played cards before. “When I fostered, the lady of the house had cards,” she said. “She taught us to play Bone Aces. Do you know that game?”

  Jeniver nodded. “I do,” she said. “This is exciting. It is the first time I have been able to use my cards. Gallus will not play with me because all he wants to do is gamble and I refuse to take money from him.”

  Courtly’s mood lightened as her focus shifted from thoughts of Maximus to those of a card game. As the barkeep brought the ladies some warmed, mulled wine, Courtly and Jeniver played round after round of Bone Aces. The object was, through accumulating numbered cards, to total thirty-one without going over that number. One could discard and accept new cards, but if they went over the limit, then a winner was declared and a new game began.

  Fortunately, both Courtly and Jeniver could count and they played the game with relish. When their four-man escort saw what the women were doing, they showed great interest and Jeniver invited the head of the escort to join them. The man happily accepted but was greatly displeased when he won not one hand against the women. Insulted, the next man in the escort took over from him and he, too, lost every hand.

  By this time, Courtly and Jeniver were having a grand time beating their escort at cards. They finished soundly beating the second man and were starting in on his replacement when the door to the common room opened and a figure entered. Courtly, who was facing the door, happened to glance up as the figure moved deeper into the room. Recognition dawned and all humor left her face.

  “Auntie!” she gasped.

  It was too late to run and hide, for Ellice had already spotted her niece. Oddly enough, she didn’t seem surprised to see her. Pale, and wet from the intermittent rain that was striking up this day, Ellice made her way over to the table. By the time she reached it, Courtly and Jeniver were on their feet, edgy, but Ellice only had eyes for Courtly.

  “I hoped I would find you here,” Ellice said to her niece. “I had hoped you had not yet left to go to the de Shera stronghold.”

  Courtly was torn between bewilderment and fear. “Oh… auntie,” she sighed, knowing her deception had just been discovered. There was great disappointment in her tone. “Why did you come here?”

  Ellice grasped her niece by the elbow and the four-man escort rushed to pull the woman away. Only a swift word from Courtly stopped them from breaking Ellice’s arm.

  “Nay!” she cried, holding up her free hand. When the escort froze, uncertain, she turned to her aunt. “Auntie, why are you here? How did you know to find me here?”

  Ellice hadn’t grasped her niece to hurt her. She had grasped her to emphasize her point. “Because your father knows that you are with Sir Maximus,” she hissed. “I came to warn him. Where is he?”

  Courtly felt as if she had been hit in the chest. She exhaled sharply in shock and grasped the chair next to her, weaving unsteadily. She was overcome with astonishment and fear.

  “Sweet Jesὑ,” she breathed. “How did Papa find out?”

  Ellice actually steered her niece into the chair and sat heavily next to her. The older woman’s face was grim.

  “One of the soldiers he sent on the escort to take you and Isadora back to Trelystan returned to say that you had escaped in the town of Woodstock, just north of Oxford,” she said. “He also told your father how the House of de Shera had intercepted the escort and had demanded that you be turned over to them. According to the soldier, St. Héver chased them away but you escaped that night. It did not take a genius to deduce where you had gone, Courtly. Kellen knew you returned to Maximus.”

  Courtly was pale-faced as she listened to her aunt, sick to the core. “Where is Papa now?” she asked. “Is he coming for me?”

  Ellice shook her head. “Nay,” she said. “De Montfort summoned him to Warborough Castle. I was there when de Montfort’s messenger arrived and I heard everything he told my brother. Your father specifically asked if the House of de Shera would be present and the messenger said that they would, that all of de Montfort’s allies would be there. As your father was gathering his escort, he was mumbling about ‘killing the true enemy’ and I do not believe he meant Henry. I think he meant Sir Maximus. It is my belief that he somehow means to do Sir Maximus harm.”

  Courtly gasped, shocked and horrified. “He would try to kill him?”

  Ellice nodded. This wasn’t easy for her, either. Her brother was still on the brink of madness and with Courtly’s disappearance from the escort meant to take her back to Trelystan, and to safety, Kellen only saw one person to blame –Maximus. All of the madness and blame was on the middle de Shera brother.

  “I believe so,” Ellice said. “Is he here?”

  Courtly had tears in her eyes. “Nay,” she breathed. “My husband has already gone on to Warborough.”

  It was Ellice’s turn to look stunned. “Husband?” she repeated. “You married him?”

  Courtly nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes before they fell. “We were married yesterday,” she said. “I love him, Auntie. I love him with all my heart. I cannot allow Papa to do this. I must got to Warborough and warn him.”

  She stood up with the full intention of charging off to Warborough but Ellice grabbed her, preventing her from moving. Jeniver, too, put her hands on Courtly to stop the woman from running off.

  “Nay, Courtly,” Jeniver said gently but firmly. “You will not go. We will send one of our escort to him. He will ride faster than you can, moreover, he will know where to find Maximus.”

  Courtly turned to Jeniver and burst into tears. “My father will try to kill him, I know it,” she sobbed. “Mayhap he is already moving against him!”

  Jeniver wiped at the woman’s tears. “Maximus will be on his guard around your father,” she assured her. “You know that he is on his guard around everyone except his brothers. He will not give your father the chance to cut him down. You must have faith.”

  Courtly was terrified, struggling to stop her tears. “Please,” she begged softly. “Send a man to warn him. Send him now.”

  Jeniver swiftly turned to the head of the escort, but the man had already heard the tale from Ellice and was prepared. He selected a young, slender soldier, one who would be light on a horse and ride like the wind. Already, the plans were in motion. Maximus had to be warned that Kellen de Lara was out to kill him. As the de Shera soldier fled to the livery behind the inn to collect a horse, Courtly turned to her aunt.

  As she gazed at the woman, she realized that she was seeing a completely different woman from the one she had known all these years. The frightening, bitter, old aunt had become a surprising ally and Courtly could only manage to feel deep gratitude. She reached out to clasp Ellice’s rough, worn hand.

  “You came to warn me at great risk to yourself,” Courtly murmured. “Please know how grateful I am, Auntie. If Papa throws you from Kennington because you have helped
me, then you may come to live with me at Isenhall Castle. You will have a place to go, I swear it.”

  Ellice’s cheeks flamed a bit. She wasn’t used to kind words and was very awkward with anything sentimental. The best she could do was squeeze Courtly’s hand, struggling to find the words to respond.

  “What my brother did to you was not right,” she said. “Although his behavior has been inexcusable, please know that he had… reasons for his manner. I do not want you to think he is simply a selfish madman.”

  Courtly cocked her head curiously. “What reasons?”

  Ellice wasn’t willing to divulge all she knew. If Kellen wanted Courtly to know, he would tell her in his own time. Ellice didn’t feel that it was her place to speak.

  “Someday he might tell you,” she said. “It is my genuine hope that he comes to see the error of his ways. Now that you have married Maximus, I hope that he will indeed come to accept your relationship with the man.”

  Courtly thought on that, her expression reflecting what she thought was a hopeless feat. “But you believe he goes to kill Max,” she said. “I do not see how he can accept our marriage if he is mad enough to kill for it.”

  Ellice wasn’t sure what she could say to that statement because it was true. If Kellen was mad enough to kill, as Ellice believed he was, then the situation would not end well. Maximus de Shera could out-fight anyone in England, Kellen included, so Ellice was fairly certain that Kellen would soon be dead if he wasn’t already. But perhaps that was what the man had planned. To ultimately end the relationship between his daughter and Maximus, perhaps he would let Maximus kill him. After that, what woman would remain with the man who killed her beloved father? In a small way, perhaps Kellen would have the last word in all of this. Certainly, it was something to consider. Perhaps in death, Kellen could end a relationship he couldn’t end in life.

  Ellice wondered.

 

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