The Chevalier

by Jacqueline Seewald

  Robbie brought the water then and Elizabeth offered to apply cool compresses to Andrew’s face and body. Madeline felt shy about seeing her betrothed undressed. She moved away offering to help with any other task that needed to be done. She looked back at Andrew several times and felt his fern green eyes following her every move. She didn’t know why, but it made her feel terribly uneasy.

  Andrew insisted on kissing her goodbye before they left, his hand pressing her own. “You’ll come back again soon?” he asked with a hopeful voice.

  “Yes, in a day or two,” she promised.

  “And we’ll bring you news,” Elizabeth said.

  “Who is leading these soldiers that have come for me?”

  “Gareth Eriksen is his name. He’s an officer under the Duke of Cumberland,” Madeline responded.

  Andrew’s eyes darkened visibly. “Aye, the Viking – that’s what they call him. He’s a man to be reckoned with. I know him by reputation, a fellow to be feared. He’s a formidable soldier, a strict disciplinarian, like his duke. We’ll no’ be rid of him so easy.”

  It seemed strange to hear Andrew speak of Gareth in this way, almost as if he were describing someone else.

  “Mind, gels, be careful of the fellow for he’s shrewd and ruthless. He’ll be huntin’ me down if he’s able.”

  Elizabeth’s eyes opened wide in her round, child-like face. “He wouldn’t torture us, would he?”

  “Nay, Beth, these English aristocrats think themselves civilized. They call us savages, though we could teach them a thing or two about treating people in a humane manner.”

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  When they returned to the manor, Anne was waiting for them anxiously. “How did it go?” she asked.

  “Very well,” Elizabeth replied. “Andrew sends his love and wants us to return again tomorrow.”

  “The day after will be better. ‘Twas dangerous enough to go this morning.”

  They stayed in the house the rest of the day, first resting and then doing chores. Madeline’s mind was troubled, full of thoughts of Andrew and Gareth. She liked Andrew MacCarnan very much, but he did not excite the kind of feelings in her that Gareth did. Still, it was expected that she would marry Andrew. However, he was a wanted man and so that could not happen very soon. Yet what if he expected her to marry him quickly? What would she say or do? It was what Maman wanted for her, what was considered right and proper. Surely, she must marry Andrew if he wanted her! It was her duty. But what of her feelings, what of her needs? Perhaps they were not of any consequence. She had been told over and over again that girls must be obedient to the wishes of their parents. Rebellion only led to punishment and grief. It was everyone’s wish that she marry Andrew MacCarnan, everyone’s wish except her own. But what did she want? Perhaps she wasn’t ready to marry anyone just yet. One thing was certain; she must find a way not to think of Gareth Eriksen anymore, for he was truly the enemy of her Highland family.

  The next day, her resolution was put to the test. Elizabeth was playing with some children her own age and Madeline, feeling lonely and depressed, decided that a walk was in order. She remembered to do as Anne had told her and braided her hair as well as covering her full breasts with a shawl. But as she left the house, she ran into Gareth who was exercising his horse.

  “Careful,” he said. “You don’t want to be trampled.”

  “No, indeed I do not,” she agreed, placing her hand over her eyes to block out the sun. “I didn’t see you.”

  “Then it’s fortunate I saw you. Night Dancer can be skittish at times.”

  He looked quite grand on top of the snorting black stallion. She moved quickly away.

  “Where are you going?” he asked.

  “Just for a walk.” She kept her voice cool and impersonal though it was not easy.

  “Alone?” he raised an eyebrow as if to disapprove.

  “Oh, I’ll be quite all right. I know my way around here by now.” She frowned in an air of dismissal.

  She walked by him, not allowing him to speak to her again. Her movements were rapid and she knew that her demeanor had made it clear that she did not want him to follow her. She was certain that she had offended him. It hurt her to treat him that way, but she knew very well that it was necessary.

  The following day was no better. She was up and out early in the morning, yet he was already outside the castle, talking with his officers, and at the same time, watching every move she made. Perhaps in her vanity, she only imagined those crystalline eyes following. No, there he was, moving toward her like a graceful, stalking panther. She quickly looked away and hurried along. Fortunately, she was with Elizabeth, so he did not actually stop her. Elizabeth had asked her to go fishing and Madeline agreed. She was not eager at first, but Elizabeth looked so disappointed when Madeline told her cousin that she knew nothing about fishing.

  “Oh, you will learn easily,” insisted Elizabeth. “My brothers taught me when I was very little. Mother will not let me go alone but we do sorely need fresh food.”

  Madeline could hardly refuse. She carried the fishing equipment while Elizabeth gingerly handled a crossbow.

  “What’s that for?” Madeline pointed to the crossbow as they started on the path into the woodlands.

  “I might just see if I can get some fresh game, something small but tasty. Happens I can hunt.” Elizabeth gave her an impish grin.

  “I suppose your brothers taught you how to use that as well?”

  “Happens they did, but I’m good at watching how things are done. So I learned that way too.”

  Elizabeth had taken her to a small stream and then started digging around in the ground.

  “Whatever are you doing?”

  “Why looking for bait for our hooks. You don’t think the fish will bite for no reason, do you?”

  “I hadn’t thought about it overmuch.”

  Elizabeth gave her an exasperated sigh. “Fine ladies are all well and good at court, but here we need to know how to survive. Come, Maddy, I’ll show you how to dig up worms.”

  Madeline involuntarily grimaced. The thought of such an activity disgusted her, but out of loyalty, she knew that she must try. Elizabeth actually found all the worms they would need. She cut one large one in half and placed part on each of their hooks. Madeline felt sick to her stomach. The oat porridge she had eaten for breakfast seemed suddenly very heavy.

  “This will do nicely,” Elizabeth said, casting her line.

  Madeline tried to follow her example but her line did not go very far. As a result, Elizabeth caught two fish in short order while Madeline caught none.

  Her cousin watched her in exasperation. “Honestly, you are much too genteel! Hoist your skirt up and take your shoes off. Then you can go into the water and set your line out past the shallow part of the burn.”

  Madeline took the sash from her waist and used it to tie her gown around her rounded hips, leaving her calves exposed. Then she removed her shoes and silk hose.

  “All right, what next?”

  “Just step into the water and cast your pole.”

  Madeline could hear the annoyance in her young cousin’s voice.

  “Not like that! You’re tiptoeing in, you ninny.”

  Madeline had taken all she was going to from the little tomboy. In a moment, she had dropped the pole on the ground and began splashing Elizabeth in the face.

  The younger girl quickly retaliated by barraging Madeline’s face and upper body. Although Elizabeth was much thinner and slighter, they were of a height and well-matched. Finally, Madeline, breathless and soaking wet, called a truce.

  Elizabeth began to giggle and point to her. “Oh, Maddy, you don’t look like yourself at all.”

  Madeline’s face and hair were wet and the lace at the bodice of her dress was sopping. She removed it, tossing the uncomfortable material on the grass.

  Gareth stood off in the woodlands watching the two girls giggle and frolic as sunlight arabesqued on the water. Madeline was alway
s a beautiful sight, but she looked particularly appealing in her disarray, cheeks rosy, eyes shining brightly, her slender, shapely legs exposed to view. A smile appeared on his lips, transforming his normally austere demeanor.

  The young girl with Madeline had dropped a fishing pole and was hefting a crossbow she carried off with her into the woods. Gareth needed no further invitation. He walked quickly to where Madeline stood trying to cast a crude fishing pole into the stream.

  “That’s not quite the technique, although I much admire the movement.”

  The startled girl, turned, flushed a deep crimson, which he found totally becoming, and quickly lowered her eyes.

  “I fear you have the advantage of me,” she said shyly.

  He laughed, deep and resonant. “Hardly, but I could show you the proper way to use that thing. I take it you would like to catch a trout or two?”

  “I would indeed,” she responded eagerly.

  “Allow me then.” He came behind her, pressing his chest against her back, getting as close as he could to her, his right hand guiding her own. “It’s in the movement of the wrist actually.” The line went toward the center of the stream.

  “It would appear your wrists are considerably stronger than mine.”

  He noted that she made the observation flatly as if it were an obvious matter of fact. Most women would have flirted and flattered him about his superior strength but she had not. That interested him; it was not what he would have expected.

  He continued to press his body tightly against hers and began to feel the familiar stirring. Perhaps she felt it too because she began to wriggle, which only served to further excite him.

  “I don’t believe you have to hold me so closely,” she said with some uneasiness.

  “Suppose a fish bites? Don’t you want to know how to bring it in? There’s an art to that as well.”

  She tried to catch a sideways glance at him. “All right, we are in need of food. But please allow me to stand free of you.” She moved away from him and he allowed her to do so.

  “You are wary of me, are you not?”

  She nodded her head gravely, the light eyes darkening like a cloudy sky. “I must be loyal to my family,” she explained.

  At that moment, his eyes moved to the neckline of her gown which without its insert of lace barely covered her breasts at all. What he saw quite took his breath away. The lushness of her bounty aroused his lust like no other sight ever had. He had the sudden urge to free those exquisite mounds from all restraint and gaze on them. He quickly looked away, trying not to embarrass her, but she had caught the heated look he had turned on her. Her hands moved as if to cover herself; except she could not do it because of the pole she held.

  “Here,” he said, removing his redcoat. “Perhaps you will not hate your enemy so much that you will be affronted by the offer of this.” He held out his coat to her, but when she shook her head, refusing to take it, he let the garment drop on the green grass.

  “I have a shawl,” she told him. Handing him the fishing pole, she hurriedly picked up her shawl and pulled it around her.

  “I liked your appearance better before,” he teased with wicked intent and was rewarded with another flush of her cheeks.

  “Are you much of a fisherman?” Obviously, she wished to change the subject.

  “I enjoy good sport.”

  “It’s no sport around here,” she explained.

  “In that case, I shall be your champion and catch you the largest fish in this stream.”

  She laughed at his remark.

  He turned and looked down into her beautiful face. “You doubt me, Mademoiselle? Would you care to place a bit of a wager on that?”

  “What sort of a wager?” she said cautiously.

  “Oh, perhaps a kiss.”

  She smiled, as he followed the movement of her pink, lovely lips with his languorous gaze.

  “‘Tis an easily won wager. I don’t believe there are many large fish in this small stream. In any case, it would have to be larger than the one my cousin has already caught.”

  “I never refuse a good challenge. I’m more than ready. There are those who think I give great satisfaction with my rod.” He gave the tip of her nose a quick kiss.

  He then picked up Elizabeth’s fishing pole, found a fresh worm and speared it with the hook, then gave a powerful thrust that landed the line in the center of the stream.

  “What do I win if I manage to make the greater catch?” Madeline asked demurely.

  “Why I believe, Milady, you’ve already made your catch,” he teased.

  She frowned at him. “I think you are mocking me. Perhaps we might wager that if I win, you will leave here and stop looking for my cousin, Andrew?”

  He became serious now, gazing into those ethereal irises of hers. “Surely, you jest. You know that I am committed. I must do my duty.”

  She sighed deeply. Then he saw it, one solitary tear rolling down her cheek. He made no comment but caressed it with his fingertip. She turned away from him, a confused expression on her face. They continued to fish side by side for at least ten minutes, not saying another word. Eventually, something tugged on his line and he brought in a fair-sized trout. Madeline exclaimed with excitement.

  “‘Tis greater than either of Beth’s prizes.”

  “Did I not tell you?”

  “Mother Superior taught us that arrogance is a sin.”

  “In pretty girls, it most certainly is.” Carefully, grounding the fish, he came alongside her and firmly placed her pole down at the edge of the water.

  “I believe I’ll take my reward now,” he said.

  “I don’t remember promising anything,” she responded in an aloof, prim manner.

  This sudden distance of hers puzzled him, but he didn’t mind it, for it was an agreeable game and one he fully intended to enjoy winning.

  “As I recall, our little wager was that I would collect a kiss from you should I catch a fish larger than the one already caught. Your memory is quite poor for one so young.” He pulled her into his arms.

  “I don’t recall agreeing to your terms, Colonel.” She was being formal with him again, he noted.

  “I must insist that you pay your debts, Mademoiselle.” With that, his lips devoured hers in a hungry, urgent manner that she could not deny.

  Eleven

  Madeline was crushed in Gareth Eriksen’s strong arms. His lips pressed fevered kisses on her own, his tongue slipping into her mouth, hotly insinuating; demanding hers. It felt as if her blood were on fire with the want of him. She tried to clear her mind, to tell herself that she must be free of him, but somehow, she could not.

  His hands began to glide along her body, touching the fullness of her breasts, making her knees quake. His hands expertly cupped her breasts, then freed them from the confining bodice of her gown. She held her breath as he nuzzled her neck, his lips burning a path to her breasts, and then cried out with pleasure as his tongue teased the hardening pink crest of first one breast and then the other.

  “God, you are beautiful,” he said, his voice husky, his eyes scorching her. “Do you have any idea how much I desire you?”

  “What’s going on here?” It was Elizabeth’s innocent voice, fearful and demanding that roused Madeline and made her head take back control from her emotions.

  Embarrassed to let her young cousin see her this way, Madeline quickly turned to right the bodice of her gown. Gareth blocked any view her cousin might have of her but moved away as soon as she was composed.

  “Mademoiselle de Marnay, you will make an excellent fisherman someday,” he said in a formal voice that betrayed no emotion. “I bid you both good day.” With that, Gareth was gone, and Madeline found that she could breathe once more.

  “Maddy, what was that horrible mon doing to you? His back was to me but I know he was up to no good.”

  “Nothing so bad,” Madeline said, her face flushing.

  “He stole a kiss – dinna lie about it; I ken it
!”

  “You’re so right,” Madeline readily agreed, shamed to her marrow. She was too well aware of what Gareth Eriksen had claimed, for he had conquered her heart, and might well have had her body as well. She was forced to admit to herself that the conquest was all too easily made. It was fortunate that Elizabeth had returned when she did.

  Madeline resolved that she must be harder in dealing with the man. She had been warned after all. He might mean a great deal to her, but she most certainly meant nothing more to him than a temporary diversion. She must protect herself and her family from Gareth; further association on her part could only bring them all great suffering. And then there was Andrew to consider. She was betrothed to him – although she had to concede that she could not really think in terms of being married to her cousin. She liked him well enough, but there the feeling ended for her. Perhaps if she had not met Gareth first or if he had not come back into her life… She must be strong; she must tear away any feelings that she might have for him. Madeline promised herself she would not let herself fall into his arms again. If only she could make herself love Andrew as her mother had wished!

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  The following morning, she and Elizabeth went back to the cave with fresh supplies for the men. Beth had managed to shoot some small game, some grouse, and with the trout, they had eaten well the night before and could be generous the following day. Andrew was still feverish and it was clear to see that he was not ready to travel. Not that it was safe for him to travel anyway. Gareth’s soldiers were everywhere, combing the countryside. The English were a persistent lot, just as Andrew had predicted.

  In the afternoon, Madeline felt restless. While her cousin napped, she took herself off for a solitary walk. Many things were troubling her and she wanted to be alone to think matters out. She had been walking for well over half an hour when she felt too warm to wear her shawl any longer. Since there was no one around, it hardly mattered. In fact, the day was exceedingly warm for May. She had reached the shore of the loch which was her favorite spot because of the waterfall that cascaded down the rocks. The water was so inviting, and she was so hot and weary. Surely, she could take a swim; after all, there was no one else about to disturb her pleasure.