The Black Lyon (Montgomery/Taggert 1) - Page 69

“Pray forgive me. I do not, in truth, speak of your husband. I but wonder at you. ’Twere I soon to grow heavy with child, I would worry that my handsome husband is miles away, alone with men who are sure to introduce women—of the lower sort, of a surety, but women nonetheless—into the camp.”

“Lady Amicia, if lady you be, your hints are quite unsubtle and I do not like them at all. I request that you keep such thoughts to yourself.”

“I agree with you. I would not wish to be reminded of my plight, either.”

Lyonene merely looked at her.

Amicia smiled and ran her hand across a tapestry. “Even from my brief contact with him, I find Lord Ranulf to be … most susceptible to even the merest hint of … romance, shall we say? Tell me, Lady Lyonene, of your courtship. Did you find him a difficult man to bring to terms, or was he quickly snared? It would interest me much to know this. Did you know one another for weeks, months before the betrothal?”

Lyonene stared at the woman, speechless.

“I find it has taken but a matter of days…” She covered her mouth. “I am sure Lord Ranulf is not the sort of man to fall in love quickly; he is too serious for that. Oh, my pardon, you did mention that Lord Ranulf has not d

eclared his love for you. Mmm. I wonder what the kitchen people have prepared for dinner? I am feeling a bit weak and shall retire to my room. Good-day, my lady. I do so hope I have said naught to offend you.”

Lyonene sat stunned, and then shook herself. She had known the woman was evil and should not have been surprised when she was offered proof of it. What if Ranulf did take a woman while he was away from her? Most men did. It was natural, and she must accept the idea.

“Oh!” she cried aloud when she stuck the needle into her thumb. She looked at the new tabard she sewed and stuck the needle into it with vigor several times. No! No! No! her mind cried. She would not accept another touching her Ranulf.

Ranulf had been gone but four days when the first messenger arrived. She saw him from the solar window, saw that his horse carried a pouch stamped with the lion of Malvoisin. She ran down the stairs, almost tripping once in her haste. She did not notice Amicia close behind her.

The boy held two pieces of paper, each sealed with the Warbrooke lion. She near tore them from his hands.

“You are Lady Lyonene?” He held her hand from tearing open the missal.

“Aye, I am.”

“And who be Lady Amicia?”

“I am Lady Amicia.”

Lyonene stood still as the boy took one of the papers from her hands and gave it to the pale woman.

“Go … go to the kitchen, and take what you need.” Her first spurt of joy was dulled. Ranulf could not have written to Amicia! She watched as the woman eagerly tore the seal.

“He is well,” she murmured, then looked to Lyonene, holding her letter to her breast. “You do not hasten to open your letter?”

Lyonene walked past her and went to her bedchamber. Her first impulse was to toss the letter, unread, into the candle flame, but she could not.

It is a siege and I fear it may take months. I have sent men to Malvoisin for carpenters to build our weapons. I have offered the man every retreat, but he refuses me. I grow bored with this already. I have become soft in the last months and now wish only the comforts of my home.

Brent is well and we talk of you always. The ribbon never leaves me.

Your loving husband and weary knight,

Ranulf

She sank onto the bed and cried. The letter was so gentle, with none of the arrogance he usually displayed, and she knew how lonely he must be. She cursed herself, in a very limited vocabulary, for doubting him for an instant. It took a long while, but she was at last purged and smiled again for the first time in days. She took time to write her return letter to Ranulf, assuring him of the health of herself and their child, telling him of the castle happenings. Only at the last did she add some of what she felt:

Kate worries that I become as you once were, for I find naught to make me smile.

Your Lioness

Her mood had lightened by the time she went to the solar to dine, Amicia her only company.

“Your letter contained pleasant news?” the woman asked.

“Aye. I fear there is to be a siege and Ranulf may be gone some time.”

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