Chapter 2
Kinwick Castle—mid-June
Jessimond de Montfort awoke after a restless night of sleep. She no longer had to contain her excitement, which had grown over the past month. The faire would arrive at Kinwick today, full of peddlers erecting stalls of goods. More importantly, they would be accompanied by the mummers’ troupe, which had come to Kinwick grounds for the past five years and stayed a week. In that time, she had come to know the proprietors, two brothers who had never married, as well as becoming familiar with many of the actors as she’d watched the plays unfold.
She’d especially enjoyed listening to Bartholomew, the troupe’s troubadour, who had a wonderful, rich baritone and told the most marvelous stories through song, as did Beatrice, Cousin Raynor’s wife. Some of Jessimond’s happiest times in childhood had been spent at Ashcroft in Beatrice Le Roux’s company, learning new songs as Beatrice taught Jessimond the words to sing and the music to play on her lute.
This time when the group left to continue to the next stop on their tour, Jessimond was determined to go with them. At least for this season.
All she had left to do was break the news to her unsuspecting parents.
Geoffrey and Merryn de Montfort had been the best parents in the world. Everyone thought highly of the pair, who had raised six children and were beloved by their tenants and servants and the knights who served them. To Jessimond, not only were they wonderful parents but shining examples of love. Outsiders thought the couple newly wedded, due to their tremendous affection toward one another. And that was what she wanted for herself.
Love.
If she were being honest, she would admit that love rarely played a role within the noble class. Arranged marriages brought strangers together. Most wedded couples hoped for respect—or possibly even friendship—to grow between them, though often, neither of those occurred. Thankfully, Jessimond didn’t have to worry about marrying a stranger for, in a bold decision, her parents had not betrothed any of their children. Geoffrey and Merryn had been a love match and seeing how their love grew more deeply over the years, they wanted their children to have the same opportunity and wed only for love.
As their youngest child, Jessimond watched for years as, one by one, her brothers and sisters had found their soul mates. Wed them. Begun their own families, binding their children to them in a rich tapestry of love. She’d seen firsthand how love enriched the lives of not only her parents, but also her siblings. Alys and Kit. Ancel and Margery. Hal and Elinor. Edward and Rosalyne. Nan and Tristan. Each de Montfort child had found love and captured it, never letting it go.
Except for her.
Everywhere she went, Jessimond had looked for love. Wondered if this was the place she would find her special someone. She’d spent time at four of her siblings’ estates, as well as making extended visits to various cousins. No matter how hard she’d looked, no one stood out. Not a single man appealed to her the way she had supposed he should.
Fear gripped her heart. Mayhap love would never come her way.
Because she wasn’t a true de Montfort.
Jessimond dressed quickly and braided her thick waves of golden hair, so unlike any of the other seven de Montforts. Each of her siblings had variations of Geoffrey’s dark, thick hair or Merryn’s chestnut locks, though gray strands now wove through both of her parents’ hair. Her eyes, too, were unusual in color, a deep violet, which no other de Montfort child possessed. Jessimond was short in stature, almost dwarfed by her three brothers and two sisters.
Would not being a blood de Montfort keep her from finding lasting happiness?
She pushed those thoughts aside and hurried from her bedchamber, down the stairs and out the doors. Racing across the bailey, she caught up with Elinor, her sister-in-law, and linked arms with her.
Elinor gave her a warm smile and squeezed Jessimond’s arm as they entered the chapel for morning mass. Jessimond admired Elinor because Elinor knew exactly who she was—a falconer. Elinor’s father abandoned her to the care of his estate’s falconer. The man became a father to Elinor and taught his adopted daughter all he knew about raptors.
Now married to Hal de Montfort, Jessimond’s middle brother and captain of the Kinwick guard, Elinor spent much of her days with Joseph, Kinwick’s falconer, as they trained various peregrines for hunting. Besides falconry, she was a mother to three children and spent countless hours with them, as well. Elinor was defined by her devotion to her family—and her raptors. Jessimond admired her greatly and longed to discover who she was, in the same way Elinor had.
Mass ended and both women returned to Kinwick’s great hall, allowing Hal to hand them up onto the dais in order to break their fast. He brushed a brotherly kiss against her cheek and a tender one against his wife’s lips.
“You both look most beautiful today,” he said.
Jessimond smiled fondly at her brother. “And you will continue to charm all females until you have one foot in your grave,” she retorted in a friendly manner.
“If genuine compliments toward those I love and adore can be seen as charming, then aye—I will happily charm you until my dying day, Jess.”
A servant brought bread and ale to them. She tore a piece from the small loaf and tried to chew it, but her nerves made swallowing hard. Seeing Elinor in conversation with Merryn, Jessimond touched Hal’s arm.
“How did you know Elinor was the one for you?” she asked.
A smile lit her brother’s face. “I just did. I don’t know if I was aware of it when we first met but it crept upon me until it engulfed me. Soon, my every thought was consumed by Elinor’s image. How I could spend more time with her. How I could make her smile. How I could—”
He broke off, his face flushed with embarrassment.
“Oh, go on, Hal,” she teased. “It isn’t as if I haven’t noticed the heated looks that pass between you two for years now. And you do have three children, so I know you’ve been up to something in your bed.”
He had the grace to ignore her teasing. “You will simply know, Jess.” He paused. “Wait. Have you already found someone?” he asked eagerly. “When did you—”
“Nay. I have been thinking of it lately, though. Every day, I see your happiness. How Elinor completes you. How after decades together, Mother and Father still give each other that certain look and then disappear for hours.”
Hal took her hand. “And you want that for yourself.”
Frustrated, Jessimond nodded. “I do. More than anything, Hal.”
He squeezed her hand and released it, taking another long draw from his cup. “You are of age. You will be ten and nine in less than a fortnight.” Hal smiled. “Summer to me always means you coming into the de Montfort fold.” He brushed another kiss against her cheek. “You will find the man you are meant to be with, Jess. Have faith. All de Montforts do, especially when we least expect it.”
But I’m not a real de Montfort.
“You haven’t eaten much,” Hal pointed out.
“I find I am not very hungry. Besides, I need to speak to Mother and Father about something.”
A gleam lit his eyes. “This sounds interesting. You have something up your sleeve.”
“I may,” she said cryptically.
He laughed. “If I can’t get it out of you, then Elinor will. People seem to tell my wife anything and everything.”
Jessimond’s eyebrows rose in mock indignation. “And you think she would share a secret I told her with the likes of you?”
Hal shook his head. “Nay. If you confide in her and swear her to secrecy, Elinor would be as quiet as a tomb. But if you don’t ask for her silence, then she would certainly talk it over with me.” He studied her. “Should I be concerned?” A worried look crossed his face.
“Nay. I hope I will have your support, though, in what I plan.” Quickly, she told him what she wished to do.
Hal whistled low, thankfully not the shrill whistle he’d taught her and Nan that could bring a room to a halt. “If they give you permission—and that is a big if, Jess—then I think it would be a promising adventure. Why, even I would like to go along with you.”
She shook her head. “I want to be on my own. No protective brothers hovering over me, especially the captain of Kinwick’s guard. You would frighten everyone away and then I would never get to make any new friends.”
He squeezed her shoulder. “I wish you the best of luck when you speak to Mother and Father. You’re going to need it.”
Rising, he gave her an impish smile as he left the dais and made his way over to the group of soldiers gathered at several tables to their left. Jessimond watched Hal give instructions and the men rose as a group in order to head to the training yard. By now, Elinor also had come to her feet. Giving Jessimond a quick nod, she hopped to the floor. Most likely, she went to nurse her youngest one before meeting up with Joseph, as she was already dressed in pants and a man’s tunic.
The time had come. Jessimond looked to her parents.
“Mother, Father, I would like a word with you.”
Merryn’s brow wrinkled in concern. “You sound serious, Jessimond. Is anything wrong?”
“I would prefer privacy while we speak.”
Geoffrey rose and lifted his wife’s elbow so she stood next to him. “Let’s adjourn to the solar,” he suggested.
As they went upstairs, Jessimond’s heart beat rapidly. Her breath came in short, nervous spurts. She sent a prayer to the Virgin to guide her in the words to use in order to convince her parents to allow her to leave Kinwick with a band of strangers.
Her father ushered them into the solar and they all took a seat. Jessimond glanced from one to the other, knowing her words would probably hurt them both.
Drawing on the courage that her sister, Nan, always seemed to display, she decided not to ask but inform them of her intentions. “I plan to leave Kinwick for a few months,” she began.
Merryn visibly relaxed. “I thought you were going to tell us something awful by the look on your face. Do you plan to visit some of your brothers or sisters? Or mayhap, will you spend time with Raynor and Beatrice? You know that would make them so happy.”
“Neither.” Jessimond swallowed and then plunged ahead. “I am going to travel with Elias and Moss when they leave Kinwick.”
Geoffrey leaned forward, his forearms braced upon his knees, a puzzled look upon his face. “The men who own the mumming troupe?”
“Aye. They arrive today and will be at Kinwick for a week. When they leave for their next stop, I want to go with them.”
“Do they know this?” asked Merryn pointedly, skepticism in her eyes.
“Nay,” Jessimond admitted. “But I know there are many things I could help them with. I’m an excellent seamstress and they’re forever damaging or needing new costumes. Though I have no talent for painting people like Rosalyne can, I could paint backdrops or even create props. And if Bartholomew, their troubadour, ever fell ill, I know enough songs so that I could take his place.”
“You are talented in many areas,” her mother began. “I’m sure you would prove useful in numerous ways to this troupe, but answer me this, Jessimond. Why?”
Her eyes misted with tears. “Because I need to do something for me. Find out who I am. You and Alys have taught me about the healing arts. Nan has drilled into me how to use a bow and arrow. Hal taught me swordplay and Edward how to ride. Elinor has allowed me to help her with the raptors some. I’ve known how to run a household for years and even set Nan’s up for her when she and Tristan wed.”
She sighed. “But in knowing all these things, I don’t know exactly who I am.”
“You’re a de Montfort,” declared Geoffrey, no doubt in his voice.
“Am I really?” she asked softly.
When she saw his face fall, she quickly added, “I know I’m loved, Father. Mayhap almost too much. You and Mother wrapped me in love, as did all of my siblings, from the moment you and Nan brought me home from the woods. I may not have come from Mother’s womb but I will always be a de Montfort and know I am cherished.
“I think it’s time, though, for me to explore who I am. Who I can be. Who I need to be.”
“And to do that, you wish to be on your own,” her mother said quietly, intuitive as always.
Jessimond nodded. “Aye. Joining the mummers will allow me to be on my own for the first time, with no family to rely upon. I will be able to make friends with others I might never have come in contact with. Travel and see places I haven’t been. Learn to depend upon my skills and discover what I enjoy most.”
And find love, she thought—but chose not to voice that.
Her father appeared so downcast that Jessimond almost changed her mind. She had to force herself to stay seated so that she wouldn’t throw her arms around him and swear she wouldn’t go. Then she looked at her mother. Their gazes met and Jessimond saw approval.
“This could be good for you, Jessimond,” Merryn said.
Geoffrey opened his mouth to protest and then glanced from his wife to his daughter and back. “I see I am outvoted in this matter. As usual, ’tis the women who decide matters of importance in this family,” he said lightly.
He stood and Jessimond did go to him then, embracing him tightly. “I love you so much, Father.”
Kissing the top of her head, Geoffrey said, “Always know that I love you even more.”
Merryn rose. “Once the mummers arrive, we will invite Elias and Moss to dine with us. We can discuss whether they will agree to take you on.”
Jessimond smiled. “I’m a very hard worker. And I’ve decided I’ll work for free. That should entice them.”
“Nay,” her mother said. “You will work many hours, but you will earn every pence they pay you. I think it’s important for you to have coin of your own and decide how you wish to spend it.”
She hugged Merryn. “Thank you for understanding, Mother.”
Merryn sighed. “Understand that I will miss you every moment that you are gone. You are irreplaceable, Jessimond de Montfort. And when your grand adventure is over, I hope you will have new songs to write about these travels. I look forward to hearing you sing them in our great hall.”
Jessimond left the solar, a weight lifted from her. Now, she had to speak to Elias and Moss Vawdry and win the two of them to her side.