Concerned, still trembling herself with shock, Judith rose and went to him.
He stroked her cheek. 'Don't fret, love,' he said.
'The shoring up of Thornford will take some little while to accomplish this time. I won't be going to Bridgnorth just yet, so you can stop scheming how you're going to disguise the white poppy this time.' He tugged her braid, smiled at her and slowly slipped down the chest to the floor.
CHAPTER 31
ASHDYKE AUTUMN 1102
Below Ashdyke Crag, between it and the River Wye, the common grazing land was illuminated by a huge bonfire around which the people from the surrounding villages clustered and capered.
The water glittered with gemstones of firelit colour, the sharp autumnal breeze skimming the jet surface with creases and pockets of ruffled gold.
Judith looked down on the scene from an arrowslit in the small wall chamber overlooking the river, and smiled as she replaced the hide screen. There was so much to celebrate that it was hard to believe that less than a season since they had been caught up in the violent ugliness of death and war.
She turned away and picked up her new, marten-lined cloak. Helgund was moving quietly about the chamber, tidying and setting to rights.
The night candle softly illuminated the faces of the two sleeping children. The King had given Guyon the wardship of Adam de Lacey and thus the infant and his inheritance were Guyon's responsibility until Adam should reach manhood.
Guyon had baulked at first, but Judith had managed to persuade him otherwise. The boy was not responsible for the crimes of his sire and in the years that they had him they could mould him to their own pattern and codes. Guyon had consented, because at the time he did not have the strength to argue with her and she had taken shameless advantage of his weakness to install the child in their household. Adam was still slow to smile and solemn, but he had gained in flesh and confidence and followed Heulwen everywhere that she would tolerate him.
Heulwen. She looked so angelic and innocent with her rose-gold curls and delicate features that it was impossible to believe in the hell ion of her waking hours. In all but her physical appearance and her ability to flirt, Heulwen might have been a boy. She romped and climbed and swung and already straddled a pony with more confidence than either of Helgund's grandsons.
'Are they asleep now?' asked Alicia, tiptoeing to look over Judith's shoulder at the children.
'Soundly.' Judith smiled in response. She considered her mother. Alicia was wearing a fetching gown of rich blue wool that turned her eyes the colour of hyssop flowers. Her hair was braided with pearls to match those worked at the neck of her gown and up the hanging sleeves:
'I suppose,' Judith said mischievously, 'that I ought to be organising the bedding ceremony.'
Alicia's face grew slightly more radiant as she blushed and then laughed. 'Do not you dare!' she cried. 'It might be sport for everyone else but ... well , the bedding ceremony with Maurice was enough to give me a lifelong dread of that ritual and with myself and Miles ... it is hardly the first time, is it? We are not likely to repudiate each other.'
Judith embraced her mother. 'I was only teasing,' she laughed. 'I am pleased to see you so happy.'
Alicia returned the embrace warmly. 'I never thought to be. I was so frightened that I would lose him in this war.'
For an instant they clung, women aware of the fragility of their present joy, for even now it was not entirely over. Banished from England de Belleme might be, but for how long? Banishment could be revoked on the whim of a king.
Alicia was the first to step away. She looked Judith critically up and down. 'Does he know yet?'
Judith's hand went instinctively to her belly which was still tight and flat. It was early yet to be sure, the symptoms vague, more a knowledge of the body than of the mind.
'How did ... ?'
'You've put on flesh. Oh, not there yet, that will not show for some time, I think, but you never filled your gowns so well before.'
Judith's gaze flicked down to her bosom. 'I suppose I ought to make the most of it before the rest catches up,' she sighed with false regret and smiled as they left the room and began to wind their way downstairs. 'No, Guy doesn't know. I suggested to him that the best way to handle my waywardness was to get me with child, and he took me at my word ...' The smile became a giggle at her weak pun, but then she sobered. 'I conceived at Thornford some time between Lady Mabel's death and the second siege. In a way, I suppose it is a new beginning, a light out of darkness and all the more precious for being so.'
She found Guyon standing alone by the riverside, watching the reflection of the flames dazzle in the water, and picked her way carefully over to him across the autumn grass. Hearing the rustle of her approach, he turned quickly, then his expression relaxed into a smile and he held out his hand.
'Brooding alone?' she asked in a light voice, but with a qualm, lest he was mulling over the private losses of the last year.
'Not now,' he answered easily enough, drawing her close. Their breath frosted the air and mingled. The water lapped near their feet, tipped with light. 'I was wondering what will happen in Normandy now that de Belleme is banished there.'
'It is not our concern now.' Her fingers anxiously tightened in his.
'No, but I cannot help but pity Duke Robert and the rest of the Norman lords. He will eat them alive.' And then Henry would interfere and there would be war again, but in Normandy, not England.
'I do not care, just as long as he leaves us alone.' She was fully aware of everything that he was not saying. He had been very ill after the battle for Thornford - not unto death as the last time, thank Christ, but enough for Bridgnorth to have fall en and for Miles to have negotiated his treaty with the Welsh before he was capable of taking the field again and, in her ignored opinion, it had been too soon. He still tired easily. He had been at the bitter siege of Shrewsbury, one of the barons present to witness Robert de Belleme and his brothers ride away to exile in Normandy. For the nonce at least, they were safe.
'Are you weary?' She rubbed her cheek against his cloak.
He shrugged. 'A little.'
'Perhaps we should retire,' she suggested, then looked anxiously up at him as she felt him shudder, only to realise that he was laughing.
'Before the bride and groom? Shame on you, you hussy.'
Her lips twitched. 'Yes,' she sighed meekly.
'Shame on me.'
'Judith, you are never seeking to agree with your husband?'
'Well , if I am, it is all your fault.'
'Mine! Why?' he gave her look filled with indignation.
'Why else should I grow soft and doting?' That stopped him as if he had walked into a keep wall . He gaped at her like a peasant drunk on rough cider. 'Late spring, I think,' she added, eyes wide and guileless. 'Aren't you pleased?'
Guyon took her by the shoulders. A wondering smile gradually replaced the dazed expression on his face. ' Cath fach, I love you,' he murmured.
She put her arms around his neck. 'Show me,' she said. 'I want to know.'
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