The next morning looked Tourenne Agnes of jewelry at the site had said the witch. He did it quietly, fearing discovery. Feeling like a thief, but afraid of what would happen if he did.
The old help her escape, still did not know how, should only borrow the jewels ... holy Virgin, that was stolen, could not. It was a grave sin, Father Simon ...
Eagerly sought under the kneeler bunker and midmorning and gasped in surprise. He saw a black velvet sack and opened it knowing that contain gems. One by one paraded before them: pearls, sapphires, thick gold chains with crosses and earrings ... It must be worth a fair amount.
He put the bag gently, asking forgiveness for the act of looting that was going to commit and then returned to his room. Very soon be lunchtime. And Arsène notice his absence.
Suddenly he began to have doubts. What if it was all a plot to seize the jewels of the old Countess?
I was hesitant, but had hidden jewels not decide to give to the witch Godelieve yet. Could you trust a witch, a woman who performed incantations and spells and had dealings with the devil? Although her maid defend her and say she was a wise woman, a witch was a witch. Simon's father had been very emphatic in saying that there were no good witches, all were bad. And his soul was condemned to hell.
To top it unleashed a fierce storm that shook the foundations of the castle.
—My wife, you are distracted. Is it something you care? Arsène asked her with suspicion.
I had noticed it was very difficult for her to hide and even said it was okay and tried to eat some of the feast that had served her husband watched.
He drank too much, maybe his glass was filled several times without noticing and suddenly wrapped a rare drowsiness.
—Maybe you should go to sleep dear, 'he said. Always friendly, wrapping his burning eyes ...
He flew into the arms, and to reach your room wanted to talk, wanted to warn you about the sinister plot but overcame dizzy and then falling into bed fell fast asleep.
He had a strange dream, someone was caressing her naked body and she left because she wanted to bring that to happen.
Since their marriage had not been a real wife, he had rejected the malicious rumors and then ... There was some tension between them.
Their passionate kisses her lips filled and ran over her body. I knew what was happening, despite being in that state of torpor and thought it was a wonderful dream since he was unaware that delight and just wanted to try it. God, could only be the demon of lust, was trapped.
Arsène could not contain himself, his answer was unexpected, as he had feared rejection. But there was a prude or shy maiden, a woman full of desire content, willing to surrender, to let go of much jealousy and misunderstanding. But she was asleep, should wake ... No, if you wake up scared or maybe refuse scream into his arms.
Slowly and gently owned it, and was so clever and accurate Agnes just felt a little discomfort. But then, his desire was so intense that it would not remove him, wanted to continue, was so nice and unknown ...
It was so sad to be rejected as insignificant ugliest girl had a lover, and she who was called the beautiful, was still a virgin.
Until that night. In that woke in his arms, happy that it was not a dream, that dared to strip her of her honor and finally became his wife.
—Oh, Agnes, I love you so much ... he whispered in her ear as he turned to possess.
And she agreed and thought that until then she had lived in this spine of love called Louis, and now it would be a wife and mother with time, would not think of him or read his letters. Or attempt to flee the castle.
Her husband would protect her. He loved her, and all that time, had been in doubt and had stayed away, waiting for a sign from him in silence.
Now he had no doubt his fidelity, his complete innocence.
Montpellier silently cursed for having sown the black question in his mind.
***
After her husband changed that night, and did not have that look of distrust but a sweet serenity. He spent more time together and read stories to him under the fire. And at night, never failed to visit, of drunk with caresses, and when she let him, and let him explore your most secret ... The ecstasy and delight left him stiff at first, and then was able to respond to their desire and their caresses and thought that the joys of love were wonderful.
To hell with Montpellier and his lies, his kisses daring, could no longer torment. He had changed, was a woman and was happy for the first time loving and being loved.
But still feared servants. As the horrific story of the old still lingered in his mind like a thorn. And although this, realizing that she would not get anything he had not insist on Therese noticed certain looks and his faithful Annou. As if the adherence by speculative.
One morning, as he rode alongside her husband told her about the conversation. So far no one had dared, but needed to be sure.
Her husband's expression changed, seemed surprised and alert.
— When you say that? Inquired.
Agnes replied, anxiously awaiting their response.
—I do not know what happened to the old Count Tourenne, just know that he killed himself because he had many debts and his wife entered a convent. However, I doubt that the servants would dare to hurt a lady of both lineage. The old would frighten you, but do not understand the reasons. And nothing to fear from the servants, that would shatter the first thing my wife tried to touch you.
Fell into a lake, and then he took her hand and walked together to the shore.
I'll talk to my men, I'd better get rid of that old and sent to the village. I do not understand why the previous count had the old witch in the castle, being as pious as was ... But it is a nuisance.
'But what Therese and her husband? You rely? Both his loyalty?
Arsène took a lock of golden hair of his wife and said to contemplate: 'I painted me a portrait. Seek a talented painter ...
Suddenly he began to kiss and slowly undress.
It was a lonely place, no one could see them ... He took her to the woods and filling caresses made love over and over again until both were exhausted, as clandestine lovers who had never loved before.
But upon returning, when the sun was Arsène thought much doubts of his wife. He had not dared to tell her not wanting to scare her suspicions. He had long felt some discomfort among the servants, and the old apparently knew much more than he had said. Although intrigued to know why you would tell on their own. Did he expect a greater benefit? Maybe ...
He met with his knights before dinner, I needed to talk to the witch and the plot Godelieve only had doubts so far.
They were a good number, could face a revolt but did not like being surrounded by conspirators, disloyal servants. It was necessary to get rid of them all.
The young countess was taking a bath, blushing at the memory of that afternoon, lying on the grass with her husband, fearing to be discovered ... I was distracted wearing perfume with rose water, so we did not hear someone coming by stealth.
Until I saw her in front of her, to Therese who looked with hatred and evil, grinning.
It's time—madame, your hour and mine said.
Agnes wanted to run but there was someone else in the room, a servant of strong arms that wrapped with a sack. In the struggle he collapsed and lost consciousness.
Upon waking thought was all a bad dream, remembered the look malignant Therese, his words ...
Where was I? Locked in a cell, an underground dungeon with iron gate. A candle lit the room with a bed and a miserable pallet.
He knocked on the door, asked for help but no one came. Until he heard screams and a shudder at the castle. Like a siege ... It could not be. Her husband ...
Suddenly she felt dizzy and weak, that windowless room was like a dungeon. How could I resist?
He had the feeling that an eternity passed until the door opened again and that fateful night a maid appeared red hair and very dark eyes carrying a tray of food.
— What
is happening? Why have me locked up here?
The servant advised him to feed. She could not answer your questions, without more, left closing the cell door with a crash.
Agnes would not prove anything more than fresh water, watched the dishes, chicken in sweet sauce and fresh fruit and fearing that he was poisoned discarded.
Then he heard the roar and screams coming from the upper floors of the castle and shuddered, remembering the words of the witch Godelieve. Rise of the servants, driven by the marriage of the cousins of the late Earl. They longed for himself Tourenne ...
What I did not imagine the young countess was that someone else was behind the deadly rebellion.
Days passed, and food for the famine had finished beating him. Ceased to be heard thunder and screams, everything seemed calm again which gave new hope. As if his prayers had been heard. Perhaps it would be released soon.
One morning a powerful beam of light came into the room and as he dressed and washed his hands and face the maid went back hair wearing red as fire breakfast and good news.
—Then come to fetch madame, M. de Tourenne want to see it said.
That simple sentence gave new hope. So would it be released? Does your husband had managed to quell the rebellion? But if so then why it had not been for her?
When he later learned that he had a new count of Tourenne shuddered. Who was and why no one had mentioned him?
A Annou was afraid to meet her when she arrived at the main site. Agnes hugged her and asked for her husband. The maid opened her big eyes and said nothing. As if I did not want to tell.
—You must follow madame said the squire irritably. They treated her like a prisoner.
She held her breath to reach the center of solar and view the tapestries broken or burned. Everything looked different, weapons and shields Tourenne had been replaced by other different. Like the paintings, and the portrait of the Madonna and Child that had so admired, where was I?
But someone was waiting in the shadows, and his appearance was familiar.
See him caused a great shock. So there she was the husband of Therese, with a sly expression and pride too much to bear. This moved away shortly afterwards after making a brief bow, leaving the place Louis Armand de Montpellier.
—Agnes Boudelle, you are more beautiful than I remembered he said at last.
She stepped back frightened, seized with a great excitement.
Louis, you did this, you have besieged the castle, you have destroyed. And what have you done with my husband?
— Do you mean the traitor of Gauvin Arsène? He fled like a coward, but it was the most sensible. The king has ordered his arrest for having deceived him, for that matter that I told the witch doctor, remember? I find ... But I doubt that you return to him.
The young Earl did not like the look of his beloved, dismayed by the absence Gauvin Knight. ¿What was wrong? ¿Did you forgot? Arsène was impotent, he had ordered a filter provide him so he could not touch her. Besides saying, that he had been wearing, her seducer and his child in her womb.
¿So what the hell was going on?
—Maybe you should thank me madame, I saved myself a traitor. For I know that you married him out of spite, to torment and that you had never any affection Louis's voice rose as he approached the beautiful Agnes and his strong arms around Crusader.
But she pushed him furious and he returned to catch and steal passionate kisses.
You will come with me, dear, and when the king cut head that felon, you will be free to be my wife.
—I will not marry you Louis, I no longer want and maybe you never wanted.
The harsh words were hurtful to the young whip crossed. So much time had planned then and now, his beautiful she rejected. It could not be, must have heard wrong ...
—Will you avenge me, that's why I say these things. Well your words METER madame, because now you are my prisoner, and you will be at my mercy. So I beg you not provoke my anger.
She flinched at his words, in his eyes there was no mercy, was a gentleman might be bloody and could kill her husband if she confessed how sad was absent. Should be controlled and sensible, was at his mercy, took the castle by force and Arsène had disgraced. I did not know whether to believe her story but should be cautious.
Slowly away and demanded to be treated with respect and not stay in this horrible dungeon.
He agreed to his request and ordered his squires to take her to the room above. But his penetrating gaze followed her all the way, making plans for the future.
He was probably in a bad mood for the closure and uncertainty, then change his mind, he would see to it.
***
Agnes prayed for hours in his room, thinking how everything had changed in a few days. Her husband was gone and she was at the mercy of the Count of Montpellier. The castle had been besieged, many servants were dead or had fled. Annou told him everything that had happened, how the attack had caught them by surprise, no one imagined that the relatives of the deceased couple Earl Earl of Tourenne betray that.
— Where is my husband, Annou? She had asked.
But her maid did not know, shook his head and looked down.
'They're looking for him, madame. Hopefully they are not afraid that the new master of Tourenne, not have mercy on him.
At these words the girl shivered.
—I said Annou escape.
The servant denied this possibility head.
—It is impossible madame, is very dangerous, and no one will help her now. The count them dominates, is a fierce cross and sword ... is invincible.
But Agnes reminded Godelieve witch, she had tried to tell the plot and had mocked Arsène ...
—You are wrong, the old Godelieve. Long ago she warned me.
'But Madame Countess, it's just an old woman who can barely walk. How could I help you escape this castle?
—He said if I gave my jewels, she could talk to a waiter in the stables.
Annou was not so sure.
—No risk their lives for a handful of jewels madame, and surely betray you. I never would trust these grooms, not one of them, I know them well at all. But fear not, your husband will not leave here, come get her.
Arsène Agnes knew that was not going to leave, but Louis took care to sow doubts in his mind. Day after day, ever approached him trying to convince her that her husband had fled like a coward leaving left to their fate. And that the castle had been snatched from his hands by his betrayal of the crown.
In vain the young lady asked him to take her back to Paris with his parents. Louis planned to seduce her, wrap with some promises and lies. He did not understand or had hoped and expected so much resistance that the time was on their side and do change their minds.
It was his captive again and one day, was furious at his refusal to see the witch's castle, Godelieve: the manufacturer of spells and love potions. This should give you something to make the beautiful Agnes, I would like again. What the hell had happened?
The crafty old woman listened very calmly, watching as usual, hoping to take some advantage of the situation.
—Do not despair young lord of the castle, Madame Godelieve will help. Wait a bit ...
He went to a corner where he kept his powerful love potions. They were nothing but weeds juice that had the power to awaken lust. If with that, which was the strongest the beautiful lady did not answer ... Well, then the knight was lost.
—A few drops in wine tonight monsieur and you will see how the lady gives her favors without hesitation.
The count took the bottle and that night remembering the advice of the old witch put a few drops in the cup to drink the beautiful and doubting emptied almost all content by mistake.
The beautiful lady was pale and indifferent as ever, just a bite but seemed thirsty. What was an advantage.
He waited impatiently for him to drink more than half a glass. But then something unexpected happened, a small problem: the girl fainted, as if dead on the floor.
Frighte
ned, he called the servants and took the girl to his room. That damn filter! Ran for the old liar asking what had given filter. The old woman turned pale ensuring that gave him right for love.
— Just a few drops monsieur, can’t a lady swoon. Unless you have removed other ointment.
—Old liar, devil witch, gave him what you told me to fall in love with my lady and instead has left asleep and as if dead.
The poor old woman was shaking like a leaf.
—No way, are made with herbs from the castle orchard are harmless plants. They have never hurt anyone, M. Earl. You must have done something wrong. Let me go see it.
Louis was going to stop him but he hesitated, he needed to cure his beloved and any help would be welcome.
I hope that you know how foolish witch amend your clumsiness, or much regret it warned him.
The old woman was, in fear of retaliation would take the new lord of the castle against her, entered the bedroom of the Countess and saw misery, still with a deathly pallor and suddenly feared the worst. Does the filter was wrong? She used to keep the poisons or at least visible but never left them, maybe someone came into his room and accidentally mixed. But no one dared to enter his room that could not be.
It looked terrible, seemed asleep but his heart was fine. It was very rare. Never seen anything like it, but maybe ... Her tired mind desperately sought a similar case in his years of pandering. But never went so wrong with your filters, yes there was some guy who had the guts loose a couple of days but ... And he went to another spot in the member, and a third ... The old woman smiled mischievously. So many years of service to the lovers could not end with his head in a basket that was not fair.
—Oh, monsieur, how sorry I am. Really. Do not worry, she is only asleep. You have to let it rest. —It was the sound advice of the witch, it was necessary to downplay the issue and calm the young count who brought bad countenance.
His potions did not harm (and rarely did "good") but if something bad happened to the young lady, she would be taken to the gallows, hanged as a witch inept.
—Annou, do not stay so stop looking around like frightened mouse, go ask Griselda to go in search of a doctor—ordered with some authority to the servant who obeyed him scared, while Count of Montpellier rage grew by the minute .
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