Chapter Eighteen
“I proclaim that might is right, Justice the interest of the stronger.”
PLATO, THE REPUBLIC, I
The harsh days of winter boasted unholy temperatures, led by a howling wind that gripped the countryside in its frozen, frostbitten jaws. Winter promised to hold the world in glacial splendor for eternity it seemed, until that gentle maiden, spring, came forth with a promise of her own. She carried the gift of rebirth, wrapped in the warm glow of the sun. Wooed by the promise, the wind lost its shivering edge and magically turned into soft breezes.
The trees were the first to show fulfillment of the promise. Branches were no longer brittle, but malleable with graceful motion when the breeze coaxed them. Fragile buds and green leaves fattened each limb. Forgotten seeds, blown into the earth by autumn’s warning blusters, now bloomed into a riot of color and fragrance, heady enough to entice vain, flittering honey bees.
It was a magical time for Madelyne. And there was such joy in loving Duncan. She thought it was a miracle that Duncan loved her. The first few weeks after his declaration, she had actually been uneasy, worried that he’d grow bored with her. She went to great lengths to please him. Yet the inevitable first fight occurred anyway. A simple misunderstanding that could easily have been resolved, blown out of proportion because of Duncan’s black mood and her exhaustion.
In truth, Madelyne couldn’t even remember what started the argument. She recalled only that Duncan had yelled at her. She had immediately retreated behind her safe mask of composure, but it didn’t take her husband long to goad the perfected tranquility right out of her. She had burst into tears, told him he obviously didn’t love her anymore, and then ran to the tower.
Duncan followed her. He still bellowed, but the topic had changed to her habit of jumping to incorrect conclusions. When she realized he was furious that she thought he’d stopped loving her, she hadn’t minded the fierce frown or the shouts. After all, he was yelling that he loved her.
She’d learned an important lesson that night. It was quite all right to yell back. The rules had all shifted on her since meeting the Wextons. The freedom she was now allowed unlocked all the doors to her emotions. She didn’t have to be restrained. When she felt like laughing, she laughed. And when she felt like yelling, she went right ahead, though she did try to maintain a ladylike, dignified manner.
Madelyne also realized she was taking on some of her husband’s characteristics.
There was safety in predictability and she was beginning to dislike change as much as he did. When Gilard and Edmond both left to give their forty days to their overlord, Madelyne let everyone within shouting distance know of her displeasure.
Duncan pointed out the inconsistency of her reasoning, even reminded her she’d once argued in favor of giving his brothers more responsibility. Madelyne, however, didn’t want to listen to reason. She had turned into a mother hen and wanted all the Wextons to stay right where she could keep an eye on them.
Duncan understood his wife far better than she understood him. His brothers and Adela had all become members of her family. She had been alone for so many years, the pleasure of having so many caring people surrounding her was too comforting to let go without protest.
She was a peacemaker too. Madelyne constantly interfered if she thought one was being picked on. She was each one’s protector and yet was amazed when anyone sought to protect her.
In truth, she still didn’t understand her value. Duncan knew she thought it was a miracle that he loved her. He wasn’t a man given to proclaiming his feelings, but he quickly realized she needed to hear his vow of love often. There was an underlying sense of fear and insecurity, understandable because of her background, and he accepted that it would take time for her to gain confidence in her abilities.
The days spent with his new wife would have been idyllic if Adela hadn’t been so determined to drive them all daft. Duncan tried to maintain a sympathetic manner toward his sister, but her behavior was enough to make him secretly want to throttle her.
He made the mistake of telling Madelyne how he felt about Adela’s conduct and his urge to put a gag in her mouth. Madelyne was appalled. She immediately defended Adela. His wife suggested Duncan learn to be more compassionate, and why in God’s name she thought he’d want to do that was beyond his comprehension.
Madelyne called him unsympathetic, yet the opposite was really the truth of the matter. Duncan was extremely sympathetic toward Baron Gerald. His friend had the patience of Job and the endurance of forged steel.
Adela was doing everything she could to dissuade her suitor. She mocked, she screamed, she cried. None of it mattered. Gerald wasn’t the least deterred from his singular goal of winning her. Duncan thought Gerald was either as stubborn as a donkey or as stupid as a bull. He might have been a little of both.
Duncan couldn’t help but admire Gerald. Such determination was praiseworthy, especially when one considered the prize Gerald was after had turned into a screaming shrew.
Duncan really would have preferred ignoring the whole situation. Madelyne, however, wouldn’t allow him that privilege. She constantly dragged him into the middle of family squabbles, explaining it was his duty to set things right.
She told him, very matter-of-factly, he could be both lord and brother, but all that nonsense about keeping a cold, distant attitude toward his family was a habit of the past to be shed.
Madelyne also told him he could keep his brothers’ respect and gain their friendship too. Duncan didn’t argue with her. Lord only knew he hadn’t won a single argument since they’d wed.
In this instance, however, she’d been correct. He didn’t bother to tell her, of course, knowing she’d immediately point out some other “habit” he should discard.
He began to eat his evening meal with his family because he knew it would please Madelyne, and found he gained pleasure in the experience. He discussed various topics and enjoyed the lively debates that resulted. His brothers were both perceptive men and it wasn’t long before Duncan began to value their suggestions.
He slowly removed the barriers he’d erected to separate himself from his family, found the rewards were far greater than the effort.
His father had been wrong. Duncan knew that now. His father might have ruled rigidly in order to protect his position as lord. Perhaps he thought he’d lose their respect if he showed his children affection. Duncan wasn’t sure what his father’s reasoning had been. He only knew he didn’t have to follow the old ways any longer.
He had his wife to thank for the change in his attitude. She taught him that fear and respect didn’t have to go hand in hand. Love and respect worked just as well, perhaps even better. It was ironic. Madelyne thanked Duncan for giving her a place in his family, when the reverse was really the truth. She had given him a place in his own home. She had shown him how to be a brother to Gilard, Edmond, and Adela. Aye, she’d dragged him right into the middle of the family circle.
Duncan did continue to maintain the same schedule with his men, but he set aside an hour each afternoon to instruct his wife in the proper way of riding. She was a quick learner and it wasn’t long before he let her ride Silenus to the lower hill outside the walls. He followed behind her, of course, as a precaution. And he grumbled, too, over her stubborn habit of taking food to her imaginary wolf.
Madelyne asked him to explain why one side of the hill was barren while the other side was a forest of trees and wilderness.
Duncan explained that all the trees had been chopped down on the side of the hill that faced the fortress. The watchman couldn’t see beyond the crest, so it wasn’t necessary to chop the trees down on the other side. Anyone who wanted entry to his home would have to climb the lower crest first. The watchmen could see if it was enemy or friend then. And if it was an enemy, archers would have easy targets without the clutter of trees providing shelter and hiding places.
She’d been amazed by his explanation; it seemed everything he did had something to do with protection. He shook his head and pointed out to his wife that protection was his responsibility as lord of Wexton.
Madelyne smiled over his lecture. He had grown accustomed to her smiles too.
Duncan knew Madelyne worried about their future. She still didn’t like to be reminded of her brother and everyone tried not to bring his name up in conversation. Since he couldn’t seem to convince her that everything would be all right, both of them avoided the topic.
Spring was a time of enlightenment for Duncan. He had to leave Madelyne for nearly a month because of pressing business matters, and when he returned, his wife wept with happiness. They stayed awake all night, loving each other passionately, and would have stayed in bed the following day if the household hadn’t intruded.
Madelyne hated it when Duncan had to leave her. He hated it just as much, and though he never would tell Madelyne, his thoughts were consumed with getting back to her side.
Spring left her cloak of sunshine and flowers behind her. Warm summer days at last came to Wexton land.
Travel was easier now. Duncan knew it was only a matter of time before he would be called to answer to his king. He hid his concerns from Madelyne while he quietly gathered his soldiers.
Baron Gerald returned to Wexton land in the last days of June for yet another attempt to woo Adela. Duncan met his friend in the courtyard. Each had important news to give the other. Duncan had just received a messenger and had accepted a missive with the king’s seal upon it. Baron Wexton could read, a fact his wife wasn’t aware of, and the letter he’d just read made his manner brisk. He was too preoccupied to greet Gerald properly.
Gerald seemed to be of the same frame of mind and disposition. After giving Duncan a curt bow, he handed the reins of his stallion to Ansel and turned back to Duncan. “I’ve just returned from the Clares,” he announced in a low whisper.
Duncan motioned Anthony over to his side. “There are many things to talk about and I would have Anthony included,” he explained to Gerald.
Gerald nodded. “I was telling Duncan I’ve just returned from the Clare holding,” Gerald repeated. “The king’s brother, Henry, was there as well. He asked many questions about you, Duncan.”
The three men slowly walked toward the hall. “I believe he was trying to come to some sort of understanding as to your position if he were to become our king,” Gerald confessed.
Duncan frowned. “What questions?” he asked.
“The conversation was guarded. It was as if they were all privy to some information I lacked. I’m not making much sense, am I?” he asked.
“Is there need to defend William? Do you think Henry might challenge?”
“I do not,” Gerald answered, sounding emphatic. “I thought it strange though. You weren’t invited, yet all the questions asked me were about you.”
“Were they questions about my loyalty?”
“Your loyalty was never an issue,” Gerald answered. “But you command an army of the strongest fighting men in England, Duncan. You could easily challenge our king if you’d a mind to.”
“Does Henry believe I’d turn against my liege lord?” he asked, clearly astonished by the possibility.
“Nay, everyone knows you to be an honorable man, Duncan. Still, the meeting made little sense to me. There was such an uneasy atmosphere.” Gerald shrugged, then said, “Henry admires you, yet I could tell he was worried about something. God only knows what.”
The three men climbed the steps to the main hall. Madelyne was standing beside the dining table, arranging a cluster of wildflowers into a fat jar. Three little boys were sitting on the floor next to her, eating tarts.
Madelyne glanced up when she heard the men approach. She smiled when she saw Gerald was once again visiting. With a curtsy she greeted all three. “Dinner will be ready in one hour’s time. Gerald, ’tis good to see you again. Isn’t it, Anthony? Adela will be pleased.”
The men shouted with laughter.
“’Tis the truth I’m giving you,” Madelyne insisted. She turned to the children then. “Go and finish your treats outside. Willie, please go and find Lady Adela. Tell her she has a guest. Can you remember that important duty?” she asked him.
The children bounded to their feet and ran out of the room. Willie suddenly rounded on Madelyne and threw his arms around her legs. Duncan watched his wife grab hold of the table with one hand and pat Willie on the top of his head with her other hand.
He was warmed by her gentleness. All the children loved Madelyne. They followed her wherever she went. Each was eager for her smiles and her words of praise. None of the little ones were ever disappointed. Madelyne knew each by name, a considerable accomplishment considering that there were well over fifty of them living inside the manor with their parents.
When Willie finally let go of Madelyne and ran toward the entrance, her gown was covered with the stains from the lad’s face.
She looked down at the damage and sighed. Then she called out to the child. “Willie, you’ve forgotten to bow to your lord again.”
The little one tripped to a stop, turned, and affected an awkward bow. Duncan nodded. The child smiled and started in running again.
“Who do the children belong to?” Gerald asked.
“The servants,” Duncan answered. “They follow my wife.”
A shout of distress interrupted their talk. Duncan and Gerald sighed in unison. Willie had obviously just informed Adela of Gerald’s arrival.
“Don’t frown so, Gerald,” Madelyne said. “Adela’s been dragging around here ever since your last departure. I do believe she missed you. Don’t you agree, Anthony?”
Duncan could tell from the look on his vassal’s face that he didn’t agree. He laughed when Anthony said, “If you think so, then I’ll allow for the remote possibility.”
Gerald grinned. “Playing the diplomat, are you, Anthony?”
“I don’t wish to disappoint my mistress,” Anthony announced.
“I pray you are correct, Madelyne,” Gerald said. He sat down adjacent to Duncan and Anthony at the table. Madelyne handed him a goblet of wine, and Gerald took a long, thirsty swallow. “Are Gilard and Edmond here?” he asked then.
Duncan shook his head. He took the cup of wine Madelyne offered him but didn’t let go of her hand. Madelyne leaned against his side and smiled at him.
“Duncan, Father Laurance is finally going to say mass for us,” Madelyne announced. She turned to Gerald to explain her remark. “The priest burned his hands right after he wed Duncan and me. The poor man has taken the longest time healing. It was a terrible accident, though he hasn’t explained the exact way it happened.”
“If he’d allowed Edmond to see to his burns, it wouldn’t have taken him such a long time to heal,” Anthony remarked. “Now Edmond’s gone, of course,” he added with a shrug.
“I’ve been meaning to have a word with Father Laurance,” Duncan muttered.
“You don’t like the man?” Gerald asked.
“I do not.”
Madelyne was surprised by her husband’s comment. “Duncan, he’s never around you. How can you like or dislike him? You barely know him.”
“Madelyne, the man doesn’t do his duty. He hides in his chapel. He’s too timid to suit me.”
“I didn’t know you were such a religious man,” Gerald interjected.
“He isn’t,” Anthony commented.
“Duncan just wants the priest to do what he was sent here to do,” Madelyne said. She reached over and refilled Anthony’s goblet with more wine.
“He insults me,” Duncan announced. “This morning a missive arrived by messenger from his monastery. I’ve requested his replacement. Madelyne wrote the petition for me,” he ended with a boastful tone of voice.
Madelyne nudged Duncan’s arm, nearly upsetting his cup of wine. Duncan knew she didn’t want him telling anyone she could read or write. He smiled at her, amused she was ashamed of such a remarkable talent.
“What did the missive say?” Madelyne asked.
“I don’t know,” Duncan answered. “I’ve had other pressing matters to attend to, wife. It can wait until after dinner.”
Another bellow stopped the conversation. Adela was obviously working herself into a fine state. “Madelyne, for God’s sake, go and make Adela cease her screams. Gerald, I’m beginning to dread your visits,” Duncan told his friend.
Madelyne rushed to soften the rebuke. “My husband didn’t mean to sound rude,” she told Gerald. “He has many important matters on his mind.”
Duncan sighed, long enough to make his wife turn back to look at him. “You needn’t excuse my behavior, Madelyne. Now see to Adela.”
Madelyne nodded. “I shall also invite Father Laurance to our dinner table. He won’t come, but I’ll invite him all the same. If he does give us his presence, please be polite to the man until supper is over. Then you may yell at him.”
It was phrased as a request, yet given in a voice that reeked of command. Duncan scowled at Madelyne. She smiled at him.
As soon as Madelyne left the hall, Gerald said, “Our king is back in England.” His voice was a low whisper.
“I’m ready,” Duncan answered.
“I’ll go with you when the petition arrives,” Gerald said.
Duncan shook his head. “Surely you can’t believe our king will ignore your marriage, Duncan. You’ll have to give an accounting for your actions. And I’ve as much right to challenge Louddon as you have. Perhaps more. I’m determined to kill the bastard.”
“Half of England would like to kill him,” Anthony interjected.
“The petition has already arrived,” Duncan commented. His voice was so mild, it took a moment for the other men to react.
“When?” Gerald demanded.
“Just before you arrived,” Duncan answered.
“When do we ride?” Anthony asked.
“The king demands I leave for London immediately,” Duncan said. “The day after tomorrow will be soon enough. Anthony, you will stay behind this time.”
The vassal showed no outward reaction to his lord’s decision. He was puzzled, however, for he usually rode by his lord’s side.
“Will you take Madelyne with you?” Gerald asked.
“No, she’ll be safer here.”
“Safe from the king’s wrath or from Louddon?”
“Louddon. The king would protect her.”
“You have more faith than I do,” Gerald admitted.
Duncan looked at Anthony now. “I leave my greatest treasure in your hands, Anthony. This could all be a trap.”
“What do you suggest?” Gerald asked.
“That Louddon has access to the king’s seal. The instructions in the missive weren’t given in the king’s voice. That is what I’m suggesting.”
“How many men will you take and how many will you leave to guard Madelyne?” Anthony asked. He was already thinking about the protection of the fortress. “This could be a plan to get you away from here so that Louddon can attack. He knows you won’t take Madelyne with you, I’m thinking.”
Duncan nodded. “I’ve considered that.”
“I’ve only a hundred men with me now,” Gerald interjected. “I’ll leave them here, with Anthony, if that is your wish, Duncan.”
Gerald and Anthony discussed the issues of numbers while Duncan stood up and walked over to stand in front of the fire. He happened to turn just in time to see Madelyne go around the corner. She was probably going to speak to Father Laurance now, he thought. The little boy, Willie, had hold of her skirt and was running to keep up.
Duncan dismissed his wife from his mind when Anthony and Gerald joined him again. A good ten minutes elapsed in heated debate over the defense of Wexton fortress. Anthony and Gerald both pulled up chairs and Duncan also sat down in the chair Madelyne had declared belonged to him.
All of a sudden, Willie came running into the hall. The child skidded to a halt when he saw Duncan. Willie had a wild, terrified look in his eyes.
Duncan thought the boy looked as though he’d just seen the devil. He never took his gaze off the child. Willie timidly walked over to stand beside Duncan’s chair.
“What is it, lad? Do you wish to speak to me?” Duncan asked. He kept his voice soft so the little one wouldn’t become any more frightened.
Anthony started to ask Duncan a question, but his baron held up a hand for silence.
Duncan turned in his chair until he was facing the child. He leaned down and motioned Willie closer. Willie started whimpering, but he edged between Duncan’s legs, sucking on his thumb while he stared up at his lord.
Duncan’s patience was wearing thin. Suddenly Willie pulled his thumb out of his mouth and whispered, “He’s hitting her.”
Duncan bounded out of the chair, overturning it, and was halfway across the room before Gerald and Anthony knew what was happening.
“What’s going on?” Gerald asked Anthony when the vassal started after his lord.
Gerald was the last to catch the fear. “Madelyne.” Anthony shouted her name. Gerald jumped to his feet and chased after Anthony. His sword was drawn before he reached the steps.
Duncan reached the chapel first. The door was barred against him but he made quick work of ripping it apart. Rage gave him added strength.
The sound he made alerted Father Laurance. When Duncan rushed into the vestibule, the priest was using Madelyne as his shield. He held her in front of him and pointed a dagger against the side of her neck.
Duncan didn’t look at Madelyne. He didn’t dare. His rage would explode then. He kept his attention totally focused on the demented man challenging him.
“If you come any closer, I’ll slit her throat,” the priest screamed. He was slowly backing away, half dragging, half pulling his hostage.
Each step the priest took in retreat, Duncan measured with a step in advance.
The priest backed up against a small square table laden with burning candles. He dared a quick look behind him, obviously judging the distance around the obstacle to the side door, and that was the miscalculation Duncan was waiting for.
Duncan attacked. He wrenched the knife away from Madelyne’s face, forcing the blunt side of the blade through the priest’s neck in one swift, deadly motion. The priest was propelled backward just as Duncan jerked Madelyne free.
Father Laurance was dead before he hit the ground.
The table crashed against the far wall, overturning the candles. Flames immediately began to lick the dry wood.
Duncan ignored the fire. He gently lifted Madelyne into his arms. She sagged against his chest. “You took the longest time getting here,” she whispered against his neck. Her voice was ragged and she was weeping softly.
Duncan took a deep, settling breath. He was trying to rid himself of his anger so that he could be gentle with her. “You are all right?” he finally managed, though his voice was as harsh as his fury.
“I’ve seen better moments,” Madelyne whispered.
Her lighthearted answer calmed him. Then Madelyne looked up at him. When he saw the damage to her face, he was furious again. Her left eye was already swollen. The corner of her mouth was bloody and there were numerous scratches on her neck.
Duncan wanted to kill the priest all over again. Madelyne could feel the tremor that passed through her husband. His eyes mirrored his anger. She reached up, touched his cheek with her fingertips. “It is over, Duncan.”
Gerald and Anthony rushed into the church. Gerald saw the fire and immediately ran back outside, shouting an order for aid to the gathering men.
Anthony stood next to his leader. When Duncan turned and started out the doorway, his vassal lifted one of the boards out of the way, the only remnant of the door Duncan hadn’t destroyed.
Madelyne could see how worried Anthony was. He was frowning as ferociously as Duncan was. She tried to give him comfort, to let him know she was still fit enough.
“Have you noticed, Anthony, how my husband likes to walk through doors?” she asked him.
Anthony looked startled for a moment, and then a slow grin settled on his face.
Duncan bent down, guarding Madelyne’s head as he walked through the opening. She rested her cheek against his shoulder. It wasn’t until they’d reached the doors of the castle that she realized she was still crying. A leftover from the fright she’d just had, she thought with a shiver.
By the time they reached Duncan’s room, Madelyne’s teeth were chattering. Duncan wrapped her in blankets and held her on his lap while he tended to her bruised face.
He was sweating from the heat of the fire he’d started in the hearth for Madelyne. “Duncan? Did you see the crazed look in his eyes?” Madelyne shivered over the memory. “He was going to … Duncan? Would you still love me if he’d raped me?”
“Hush now, my love,” Duncan soothed her. “I’ll love you forever. That was a foolish question.”
She was comforted by his gruff answer. Madelyne rested quietly against his chest for several minutes. There was much she needed to tell Duncan and she needed strength for the duty.
Duncan thought she might have fallen asleep, when she suddenly blurted out, “He was sent here to kill me.”
Madelyne turned in his arms until she was facing him. The look in his eyes chilled her again. “He was sent?” His voice was soft. Madelyne thought he might be trying to keep his anger hidden. It wasn’t working, but she didn’t tell him that.
“I went to the church to tell Father Laurance he was invited to dinner. I caught him unawares because he wasn’t dressed in his robes. He was dressed just like a peasant, but of course you must have noticed that too. Anyway, his hands weren’t covered with bandages either.”
“The rest,” Duncan instructed when Madelyne stared at him so expectantly.
“There weren’t any scars. The priest was supposed to have burned his hands, remember. He couldn’t say mass because of his injuries. Only there weren’t any scars.”
Duncan nodded for her to continue. “I didn’t say anything about his hands. I pretended I didn’t even notice, but I thought to remember to tell you. Anyway,” she continued, “I told him we’d received a letter from his monastery and that after dinner you wanted to speak to him. That was my mistake, though at the time I didn’t know why,” she added. “The priest went into a rage then. He told me Louddon had had him sent here. His duty was to kill me if the king granted you his favor instead of Louddon. Duncan, how could a man of God have the soul of the devil? Father Laurance knew his game was up, I guess. He told me he was going to get away but not before he killed me.”
Madelyne sagged against Duncan’s chest again. “Were you frightened, Duncan?” Madelyne asked in a whisper.
“I am never frightened,” Duncan snapped. He was so incensed over the priest’s treachery, he could barely concentrate.
Madelyne smiled over her husband’s statement. “I meant to ask you if you were concerned, not frightened,” she amended.
“What?” Duncan asked. He shook his head, forcing his anger aside. Madelyne needed his comfort now. “Concerned? Hell, Madelyne, I was furious.”
“I could tell you were,” Madelyne answered. “You reminded me of my wolf when you were stalking my captor.”
Duncan let her sit up so he could kiss her. He was very gentle, for her lips were too bruised to allow true passion.
Madelyne pushed herself off his lap. She took hold of his hand, tugging until he stood up and followed her across the room. She sat down on the bed and patted the space next to him.
Duncan took off his tunic. He was drenched from the heat in the room. He sat down beside his wife, put his arm around her shoulders, and pulled her against him. He wanted to hold her close and tell her how much he loved her. God’s truth, he thought he needed to say the words more than she needed to hear them. “Madelyne, were you frightened?”
“A little,” Madelyne replied. She would have shrugged, but the weight of his arm wouldn’t allow the gesture. Her head was inclined and she was tracing circles around his thigh, trying to distract him, he supposed.
“Only a little?”
“Well, I knew you’d come for me, so I wasn’t terribly frightened. Yet I was beginning to get a bit irritated when you didn’t appear at the door right away. The man was tearing my gown …”
“He could have killed you,” Duncan said. His voice was shaking with anger.
“Nay, you wouldn’t have let him kill me,” Madelyne told him.
Lord, she had such faith in him. Duncan was humbled by it.
The slow circles Madelyne was making with her fingertips were moving toward the junction of his legs. Duncan grabbed hold of her hand, settled it against his thigh. His wife was probably so distraught, she didn’t realize what she was doing, or how it was beginning to affect him.
“Lord, it’s gone warm in here,” Madelyne whispered. “Why would you want to start a fire in this weather, Duncan?”
“You were shaking,” Duncan reminded her.
“I’m better now.”
“Then I’ll go downstairs and get this letter from the monastery. I am curious to learn what his superiors have to tell us,” Duncan announced.
“I don’t want you to go downstairs just yet,” Madelyne said.
Duncan was immediately solicitous. “You must rest for an hour or so,” he told her.
“I don’t want to rest,” Madelyne answered. “Will you help me out of these clothes?” she asked her husband in such an innocent voice, Duncan was immediately suspicious.
Madelyne stood between her husband’s legs and didn’t help at all while her husband pulled her clothes off her. “What made you come to the church when you did?” she suddenly thought to ask him.
“Maude’s boy saw the bastard hit you. He came to tell me,” Duncan answered.
“I didn’t know Willie followed me into the church. He must have run back out before the priest barred the door. Willie must have been terrified. He’s only five summers. And you must reward him for coming to fetch you.’”
“Damn, this is all my fault,” Duncan stated. “I should have seen to my household as thoroughly as I see to my men’s training.”
Madelyne put her hands on Duncan’s shoulders. “’Tis my duty to see to your home. Though, now that I think about it, none of this would have happened if—”
His sigh stopped her. “I know, none of this would have happened if I’d been there to protect you,” he interjected.
His voice was filled with anguish. Madelyne shook her head. “I wasn’t going to say that,” she told him. “You mustn’t jump to conclusions, Duncan. It’s a sorry trait. Besides, you have more important matters to attend to.”
“You come before everyone and everything else,” Duncan stated quite emphatically.
“Well, I was only going to tell you that this wouldn’t have happened if I’d known how to protect myself.”
“What are you suggesting?” Duncan asked. He really didn’t have a clue as to what was going on inside her mind. He smiled then, for he had just realized he rarely did know what she was thinking.
“Father Laurance wasn’t much bigger than I am,” she said. “Ansel is just my height.”
“How did my squire get into this conversation?” Duncan asked.
“Ansel is learning about defense,” Madelyne announced. “Therefore, you must instruct me in the ways of defending myself also. You see the way of it, don’t you?”
He didn’t, but decided not to argue with her. “We’ll speak of this later,” Duncan announced.
Madelyne nodded. “Then you must now see to my needs, Duncan. I order it.”
Duncan reacted to the teasing tone in her voice. “And what is this order you dare give your husband?” he asked.
Madelyne explained by slowly pulling the ribbon free that kept her chemise in place. The garment edged off her shoulders. Duncan shook his head, trying to deny her. “You’re too bruised to think of—”
“You’ll think of a way,” Madelyne interrupted. “I know I don’t look very pretty now. I do look a fright, don’t I?”
“You’re bruised, as ugly as one of your Cyclops, and I can barely stand to look at you.”
His words made her laugh. She knew he was teasing because he was trying to pull her down on top of him and take her chemise off at the same time.
“Then you’ll have to close your eyes when you make love to me,” Madelyne instructed Duncan.
“I’ll suffer through it,” he promised.
“I can still feel his touch,” Madelyne whispered. Her voice had a tremor in it now. “I need you to touch me now. You’ll make me forget. I’ll feel clean again, Duncan. Do you understand?”
Duncan answered her by kissing her. Madelyne soon forgot everything but kissing him back. Within moments only the two of them mattered.
And she was cleansed in body and heart.