CHAPTER SIX
The Wix
The Wix had a vast flower garden on the side facing the river, a beautiful spread that was carefully attended by several servants on a daily basis. The duchess loved to walk in her garden at least twice a day and she was very particular about her blooms, so the garden was tended to with the utmost precision.
It was also a place where the duchess’ ladies would come and collect flowers that would at first sit in the duchess’ solar, in full bloom, only to be taken to the kitchens as they dried to be put into a variety of pomades made from suet. Daisies, carnations, calendula, violets, and roses were just a few of the many varieties that grew in the garden, all of them now blooming wildly after a particularly wet season.
It was going to be a warm day. Lyssa knew that the moment she awoke next to Juliana. The window of the bower they shared overlooked the river and the breeze that was blowing in from the lancet window was already warm and sticky. After the evening she’d had, with too much drink and a knock on the skull, Lyssa’s head was throbbing uncomfortably as they lay there, feeling her stomach roll.
It was going to be a long day.
But it was also to be a day of reliving the memories from the night before. It gave her some pleasure in the midst of her discomfort. In fact, she wasn’t at all sure the evening wasn’t a dream until she touched the lump on her head to remind her that, in fact, none of it had been a dream. All of the wonder and excitement she’d felt had been real, as had the interest expressed by the knight every woman in England wanted – Garret de Moray.
Oh, but surely it wasn’t true. Had she misunderstood him? Had he been drunk? She was still trying to find an explanation for what he’d said to her – God’s Bones, woman, do I have to make myself plain? I should like to call upon you. She heard those words a thousand times last night, rolled over and over in her mind, even after hitting her head and regaining consciousness as they were heading back to The Wix. Perhaps they were the only words she heard, cradled against Garret as they’d ridden the darkened streets of London. Garret had asked her how she felt, if she was seeing double, but all she could hear was I should like to call upon you. He probably thought she was an idiot, responding distractedly to him as she had.
But she’d never heard more beautiful words in her entire life.
Now, she was returned to The Wix and life was back to normal for the most part. Her magical night had ended but she knew that wouldn’t be the last she saw of Garret. At least, she prayed it wouldn’t be. She hoped he meant what he said, that it hadn’t been something he’d spoken of in the heat of the moment. Doubts plagued her, but that was normal with her. She still couldn’t understand how a man as fine and powerful as Garret de Moray would want to court her when no one else ever had.
With thoughts of the black-eyed knight on her mind, she’d rolled over in bed and closed her eyes, dreaming of the man with the silver flecks in his dark hair and eyes that were the color of obsidian. His voice was deep and soothing, a sound that made her heart flutter simply to think on it. But those warm dreams were quickly dashed with Juliana awoke and swatted her bedmate on the arse to make sure that she was awake, too. With a groan, Lyssa was forced out of bed.
Because Lady de Nantes liked her women to smell sweetly and bathe regularly, maids brought warmed rosewater into the chamber and helped the ladies with their bathing and dressing. The Wix was overrun with serving women – mothers and daughters, and sometimes entire families served the Duke of Colchester. He had a massive entourage that he was able to maintain from the yearly stipend he received from the crown, so the ladies-in-waiting for the duchess had maids who also had maids. It was a hierarchy structure at The Wix, but Colchester wanted it that way so people would speak of how rich he was.
Therefore, Lyssa and Juliana had a good deal of help as they bathed and dressed for the day. Rose came to visit when they were bathing and informed them that after they broke their fast, the duchess wished for them to go to the garden and harvest the violets that were growing like mad and threatening to overtake the rose bushes, which were also blooming in a riotous array of colors. They were then instructed to take the violets to the kitchen and help the cook process them into creams and salves, and also candied for garnish on food.
It wasn’t an usual order. Instructions like that came down from the duchess consistently, so Lyssa thought nothing of it as the servants helped her dress in a long-sleeved garment that was made from linen. Undyed, it maintained its off-white color and was light enough to protect against the humid temperatures and scratchy thorns. The servants also pulled forth the wicker bonnets woven from water-reeds pulled straight from the river. In order to protect against the summer sun, the ladies would wear these wide-brimmed bonnets as they worked in the garden. Noble women did now allow themselves to become reddened from the sun.
Properly armed with her long sleeves and bonnet, Juliana dashed down to partake of the morning meal but Rose held Lyssa back. Curious, Lyssa watched as Rose chased the servants from the chamber and shut the door quietly. There was an odd tension in the air between them as Rose faced Lyssa.
“W-What is it, Auntie?” Lyssa asked.
Rose genuinely loved her niece, but that love came across as protective and domineering sometimes. She cleared her throat softly.
“What happened last night after you left Westminster?” she asked quietly.
Lyssa stared at the woman. It was an unexpected question. “W-What do you mean?”
Rose snapped her fingers. “Do not play games with me, Lyssa. Tell me where you went after you left Westminster.”
So her aunt knew that she hadn’t come straight home last night from Westminster. But how? Regardless, Lyssa wasn’t going to lie to the woman. Garret had told her not to tell anyone, but she was being asked a direct question from a woman she loved and trusted. She could not, in good conscience, give her anything other than a direct answer.
“I-I was taken from Westminster by Sir Rickard’s brother, Sir Garret,” she said. “Y-You were there when he took me away. H-He said that he felt badly that my party had to end early so he took me to a tavern to watch entertainment. T-Then he brought me back to The Wix. I-I assure you, Auntie, that was all that happened. N-Nothing improper occurred at all.”
Rose was staring at her intently as if trying to deduce if she was lying or not. “Do you swear this?”
Lyssa nodded her head. “I-I swear.”
Rose sighed heavily. “You should have come straight home, Lyssa,” she scolded. “You should not have let the knight take you somewhere else. It was wrong. What will people think now that you have let a man take you away, alone?”
Lyssa shook her head. “N-No one knows but me and Sir Garret and his friend, Sir Zayin. O-Of course, now you know, but no one else. W-We watched some men play games and dance. I-I have never had such fun, Auntie, not ever. I-It was the most wonderful evening of my life.”
Rose didn’t like the idea; not any of it. She couldn’t understand why Lyssa didn’t see anything wrong with it. “The knight had a friend, yet?”
“A-Aye, Auntie.”
“So you went off with two men?”
Lyssa nodded hesitantly because the way Rose said it made it sound like something terrible and dirty. “H-He was polite and kind, just as Sir Garret was,” she insisted, becoming hurt. “C-Can you not believe me when I say there was nothing improper?”
Rose was nearly beside herself. “Of course I can believe you,” she snapped. “But I am not at issue here. You may think that no one else knows of your adventure, but someone saw you return late last night just before the rest of us returned from Westminster. If you think you and the knight and his friend are the only ones who knew you did not come home right away, then you are mistaken. I heard the whispers this morning.”
“B-But we did nothing wrong!”
Rose grasped her. “Lyssa, listen to me,” she said. “You are a lady-in-waiting to the Duchess of Colchester. That means that you are judged by a higher standard. Any woman who would be seen alone with a man is a woman of questionable morals. You should have never allowed Sir Garret to take you to this – this tavern. It was unseemly and wrong. Do you understand me?”
Lyssa did, for the most part. But she was still hurt that her aunt would think so poorly of her. “B-But nothing unseemly happened, not in the least. W-We watched some entertainment and then returned to The Wix. A-Although… A-Although we did have a bit of a folly on our way back.”
“What folly?”
“W-We were beset upon by bandits and in the chaos, I hit my head. I-I have a big lump on my skull.”
She was rubbing the spot and Rose reached out to touch it, also, feeling the walnut-sized bump. She groaned unhappily.
“Lyssa,” she sighed, shaking her head, “you will never again do this, do you hear? As a lady to the duchess, you must always behave properly. That means you do not go off with men you do not know. Is this in any way unclear?”
Lyssa was starting to feel great guilt coupled by great disappointment. “B-But I know Sir Garret,” she said. “H-He is the Captain of the Royal Guard. H-He is a great and powerful knight and….”
Rose cut her off. “No more, Lyssa. Promise me.”
“A-And he wants to call upon me. A-Auntie, he wishes to court me!”
Rose looked at her as if she’d been struck. Her eyes widened and her mouth popped open. “Court you?” she repeated. “Lyssa, you do not know the man. This is completely improper!”
Lyssa grabbed on to her aunt’s arm. “I-I would agree with you,” she said, “except in a perfect world if he wanted to court me, he would ask my father. I-I have no father, nor do I have a mother. Y-You are the closest thing to a parent that I have. A-Auntie, please do not deny me. I-If he asks your permission, may he court me? P-Please?”
Rose pulled away from her, heading for the door. “I will not discuss it.”
“W-Why not? P-Please, Auntie… it may be the only chance I have of ever marrying. I-I do not wish to remain a spinster like you for the rest of my life!”
They were sharp words and Rose paused at the door, abruptly, looking at Lyssa with an expression of both sorrow and pain. Without another word, Rose quit the chamber, leaving Lyssa in tears.
She hadn’t meant to hurt her aunt, but she couldn’t believe the woman would refuse Garret’s request. She couldn’t believe her happiness was over before it even started. Rose had never married and, as far as Lyssa knew, had never even expressed any interest in it. Did Rose really expect her niece to follow in her footsteps as a frustrated old spinster? Perhaps that was the life for Rose, but not for Lyssa. She wanted a husband and a home.
She wanted Garret.
Fighting off tears, Lyssa went straight to the garden without breaking her fast at all.
*
He had come out to the flower garden because his wife was inside, breaking her fast with her ladies. That was Grace’s usual morning routine – eating with her ladies and discussing the coming day. But a quick perusal of the ladies’ solar showed that one woman in particular was missing.
That is exactly what Jago was hoping for.
If the ladies weren’t in the solar sewing or reciting or even painting, then they were in his wife’s flower garden. There was simply no other place they could be and Jago was counting on the fact that a certain lady would be in the garden. Before his wife finished her meal and before she sent more of her ladies out to the garden, Jago had to act quickly. Aching head or no aching head, he would take this opportunity.
If Grace would not bring him Lady Lyssa, then he would have to find the woman himself.
The great garden of The Wix was already established when Jago had been granted the manor but Grace had immediately taken control of it, turning it into quite a showplace that even the barges along the Thames would stop to view. There was no wall on the river side; parts of the garden merely ran up the river bank and even into the water, so the garden could be seen by those traveling upon the waterway.
It was damp and warm in the garden, even at this time in the morning. There were a few servants about, but they were moving in and out, hardly paying attention to the duke who had entered the grounds through an old iron gate. Some of the stalks were so high that Jago couldn’t see over them to the rocky pathway on the other side; lavender and hollyhock reached for the sky, blocking his view in several instances, and rows of yellow oxlips lined the beds, flowers that Grace had brought in from East Anglia. As Jago wandered towards the south side of the garden, towards the river, he caught sight of someone moving over by the enormous growth of violets.
His prey had been sighted.
Jago could see the woman more clearly as he rounded a hedge of roses and he knew it was Lady Lyssa simply by the color of her hair. She wore a wide-brimmed bonnet on her head and a thick braid trailed down her back. Dressed in a pale gown with long sleeves, she looked elegant and angelic. Just the way he liked them. With a particularly lustful gleam to his eye, Jago came up behind her.
“Lady Lyssa,” he said. “Why are you not inside breaking your fast with the other ladies?”
Startled, Lyssa turned quickly to see that the duke was nearly on top of her. Literally, the man’s legs were against her hip and she fell onto her bum in her haste to put space between them. He’d come up so silently that she hadn’t even heard him approach.
“M-My lord,” she gasped, trying to unwind her feet from her skirt where they’d tangled. “I-I did not hear you draw near.”
Jago reached down to help her up but she didn’t seem to want his help. She was trying to pull away from him even as she struggled to stand.
“Why so nervous, my lady?” he asked in a sickly-sweet tone. “You need not be nervous around me. I would certainly never do you any harm. We have hardly had time to know each other since your arrival.”
Lyssa was quickly growing uncomfortable. For every move she would make to put space between them, Jago would close the gap. She’d really only been introduced to him once upon her arrival at The Wix but, since then, she’d had virtually no interaction with him.
But that didn’t mean she hadn’t heard the rumors about the man. He beds the servants, Rose had told her. You would do well to stay away from him. She never remembered those words more clearly than she did at this very moment. She didn’t like the look in his eye.
Like a hunter.
“I-I am in the service of the duchess, my lord,” she said, finally gaining her feet. “L-Lady de Nantes keeps me very busy but I do not mind. I-I like to work.”
Jago could look her in the eye now; he was a bit taller than she was but not by much. He could see her creamy complexion, rosy with the humidity, and eyes the color of bronze. She had the most astounding eyes. In fact, she was quite perfect but for the fact she seemed to have a catch in her speech. But that could be nerves; surely so exquisite a creature could be nothing less than perfect.
“My wife is an industrious woman,” he said. “Is that why you have not broken your fast this morning? Because she has forced you to work? Then mayhap you would do me the honor of breaking your fast with me.”
Lyssa went from uncomfortable to fearful all on one swift movement. Up until this moment, her impression of the Duke of Colchester had been one of indifference because she had never come into contact with him, and rumors had not been of particular interest to her. But now, everything she’d ever heard about the man began swirling in her head and her heart began to race with terror. She could hardly believe she found herself in such a position. It was hugely unexpected and vastly unwelcome.
“M-My lady has given me a directive, my lord,” she said, stepping back from him and indicating the flowers. “A-Although your invitation is gracious, I have duties to attend to and I do not wish to disappoint my lady.”
Jago watched her back away, clearly uncomfortable with him. He didn’t like her reaction; women weren’t supposed to move away from him. They were supposed to move towards him.
“I would not worry about upsetting my wife,” he said. “I would worry more about displeasing me. Do you wish to offend me?”
“N-Nay, my lord.”
“Then come with me and we shall break our fast together.”
Her heart began to pound even faster. “I-I am honored, my lord, but I cannot.”
“Are you disobeying me?”
She shook her head, trying not to panic. “I-I am not, my lord, but I cannot go against my lady’s directive.”
Jago didn’t like her answer. He wasn’t used to being denied anything he wanted. In a flash, he was on Lyssa, grabbing her arm. His fingers dug into her tender skin as he glared at her, his face an inch from her own.
“You do not seem to realize that I am the lord and master here,” he said, his voice low and his breath foul. “It is I who provide a roof over your head and food in your belly. If I wish for you to come to me, then you will. My wife has no say in the matter, for my wishes supersede hers. Do you understand?”
Lyssa was trying desperately not to cry out. “I-I-I do, my lord, but….”
“And stop that stammering. If you are attempting to discourage me with your insipid speech, it will not work.”
Lyssa was at a loss, feeling hot and embarrassed tears on the surface. “T-This is the way I speak, my lord. I-I-I am not….”
He pulled her up against him, so that her body was pressed against his and his right leg ended up wedged between her legs. He could feel her Venus Mound against his thigh and he pressed forward, rubbing on it in an attempt to arouse her. In an awkward and terrifying position, Lyssa turned her head away.
“P-Please, my lord,” she gasped. “Y-You are hurting me.”
Jago wasn’t listening. He’d never seen anything so fine or sweet in his entire life and his lust had the better of him.
“If I want to touch you, I shall,” he hissed, looking at her downturned face and watching her flinch. “You cannot deny me anything, Lady Lyssa, so I suggest you make this easy for yourself. If you do not, I will tell my wife that you have tried to seduce me and she will punish you. Is that what you wish? To be punished?”
His free hand shot out and he grabbed her right breast roughly. Instinctively, Lyssa slapped his hand away and Jago came back with an open-palmed strike to her face that sent her reeling into the rose bushes behind her. As Jago moved to yank her out of the bushes, he heard cries behind him.
“My lord!” It was Rose, rushing into the garden with Juliana behind her. “My lord, what has happened?”
Jago was furious but not so furious that he was willing to explain himself to these women. In fact, he didn’t want to explain himself at all. He simply turned away, quickly taking another path out of the garden, as Rose and Juliana ran to Lyssa’s aid.
The woman was scratched and weeping, carved up by the big thorns she’d fallen in to. Her dress was snagged and her hooded bonnet askew as Rose and Juliana pulled her out of the thorns. Rose was trying to unsnag the dress as Juliana helped with the bonnet, but the moment she untied the ribbon under Lyssa’s chin, she saw the big, red handprint on the woman’s left cheek.
“Lyssie!” she cried. “Your face! What happened?”
Rose quickly saw it, too. “My God,” she breathed. “Did the duke do that?”
Lyssa nodded, sobbing softly, as she put a hand over her welted cheek to cover it. “H-H-He cornered me,” she wept, her stammer worse because she was upset. “H-He… H-He touched me and I pushed his hand away so he hit me.”
Rose was appalled. “Touched you? What do you mean?”
Lyssa simply shook her head, too embarrass to tell her, and Rose was left to imagine the worst. A wave of guilt swept her. She had brought the girl here, knowing full well the appetite the Duke of Colchester had for beautiful young women. But she’d taken the chance because she hadn’t wanted her niece to live alone after the death of her mother. Now, she could see what her attempts to provide the girl with a pleasant life had brought her; no matter how they’d tried to keep Lyssa away from Colchester, he’d found her. Like a dog sniffing out a bitch in heat, he’d come straight to her and Rose was swept with remorse.
She couldn’t let it go unanswered.
“I shall tell the duchess immediately,” she said hoarsely. “She must know that her husband… did he hurt you otherwise, Lyssa? He did not do anything else to you… did he?”
Lyssa shook her head. “P-Please,” she begged, “please let me go to my chamber. I-I do not want to be here. I-I cannot be here.”
Rose smoothed Lyssa’s mussed hair and kissed her on the forehead. “Of course, darling,” she said. “Juliana, take her to my chamber. Do not put her in your chamber where the duke may come looking for her again. Do you understand?”
Juliana nodded fearfully. “I will hide her where he cannot find her!”
Rose didn’t have the strength to counter that declaration. In fact, she agreed with it. “Go, now,” she said quietly. “Be swift. Keep her out of sight.”
Juliana put an arm around Lyssa’s shoulder and quickly whisked the woman out of the garden, heading in the direction of the stables where the duke more than likely would not be. Juliana took her duty very seriously; to get Lyssa to safety was of the greatest concern to her. Of course, she had had her brothers and father and a powerful warring family behind her, which meant that an opportunist like de Nantes wouldn’t be foolish enough to do to her what he did to Lyssa.
But poor Lyssa… she had no one to protect her. Or, so Juliana thought. That was before they came around the side of the stables in their attempt to make a break for the manse and saw Rickard in conversation with his brother and another man in the stable yard.
That was when everything seemed to change.