Lady of Hay by Barbara Erskine (english love story books .TXT) 📗

breadth of England to his side in midwinter. I shall tell him that I saw it as my chivalrous duty to escort you myself. And I shall tell him that any man who leaves a young, beautiful, newlywed bride alone in Sussex with her mother-in-law, while he travels to his farthest lands, is a mutton-headed goat. " He managed a wry grin, ducking the wet slap of a low-hanging branch in his path. If Matilda had been his wife he would not have left her. He clenched the reins fiercely; no man would accuse Richard de Clare of lusting after another man's wife. He admired her daring and her humor and her spirit, so unusual in a woman, no more than that. He glanced across at her and saw that she was smiling. "Why did you choose to come to Wales?" he asked suddenly.

She looked down at her hands. "Because I have nowhere else to go but to my husband, " she said simply. "With him I am a baron's lady, mistress of a dozen castles, a woman of some importance. " Her mouth twitched imperceptibly. "At Bramber with his mother I am merely another female with the sole distinction of being hated by her twice as much as anyone else. Besides, " she added disarmingly, "it's boring there. "

He stared at her in disbelief. William de Braose was a vicious, ill-bred man at least twice her age, with a reputation few men would envy. Even the thought of the brute's hands touching her made the blood pound in Richard's temples. "And you would prefer your husband's company to being bored?" he echoed incredulously.

She raised her chin a fraction, a mannerism he was beginning to know well. "I did not ask your opinion of him, just as I did not ask you to escort me to him. "

"No, I offered. " He took a deep breath. "So—I shall tell him also, " he went on, "that an invitation to this Christmas banquet we hear he is to give for Prince Seisyll tomorrow is the only reward I shall ask for all my trouble. I shall wave aside the gold and jewels he is bound to press on me for my services in escorting you. I shall nobly ignore his passionate outpourings of gratitude and praise. "

Matilda made a small grimace, all too well aware of her husband's reputation for tight-fistedness. She frowned, glancing at Richard sideways. "Supposing he's furious with me for coming?"

"So you have considered that possibility at last!" Richard squinted into the wind. "He'll probably beat you and send you back to Bramber. It's what you deserve. "

A racing shadow in the trees distracted him for a moment. He scanned the surrounding forest, his face set. They were passing through a clump of junipers, thick and impenetrable: the ideal hiding place for an ambush. Secretly he suspected that his men, however well armed, would be no match for the leaping, yelling Welsh should they choose to attack. He had heard that they could sweep down, cut a throat, rip open a horse's belly, and be away again before a man ever had the chance to draw his sword. He shuddered every time he thought of the dangers on the route that Matilda had so confidently decided she and Nell could ride on their own.

"Is that what you'd do to your wife?" She peered at him, wiping the rain from her eyes as they trotted on again, side by side.

"What?"

"Beat her and send her home. "

"Of course. Especially if she turned up with a good-looking fellow like me. " He forced a smile, his eyes still narrowed as he gazed through the icy sleet.

Matilda glanced at him, then changed the subject, turning in her saddle. "Poor Nell. She's still keeping up. " The girl was white-faced and rode slumped in the saddle, her eyes fixed determinedly on her shiny knuckles as they clutched the cold, wet reins. She was obviously near to tears, oblivious to the halfhearted banter of the knights around her or the tired baggage animals who jostled her horse constantly with their cumbersome packs. Matilda grimaced ruefully. "She started this adventure so well with me, but she's regretting every step now. Ever since we crossed out of Sussex, even with you there to protect us, she's been scared and weepy. Seeing that poor man will be the last straw. She'll spend the night having the vapors. "

"Don't tease her. " Richard leaned forward to slap his horse's steaming neck. "She had a lot of courage to come with you. You didn't feel so brave yourself when you saw that corpse. And don't forget, no one else would come with you at all. "

She frowned, and dug her mare indignantly with her heels, making it leap forward so that she had to cling to the saddle. "Most of the others were Lady Bertha's women anyway, not mine, " she said defensively. "I didn't want them to come. I shall ask William for my own attendants as soon as we get to Abergavenny. "

Richard suppressed a smile. "That's a good idea. Go and ride with Nell now. I'm going to scout ahead and check all is quiet. " He did not give her the chance to argue, spurring his horse to a gallop.

The very stillness of the forest worried him. Where were the woodsmen, the charcoal burners, the swineherds, the usual people of the woods? And if not theirs, then whose were the eyes he could feel watching him from the undergrowth?

Sulkily Matilda reined in and waited for Nell to draw level. The girl's china-blue eyes were red-rimmed from the cold. "Are we nearly there, my lady?" She made an effort at smiling. "My hands are aching so from the cold, I'm drenched through to my shift, and I'm so exhausted. I never imagined it would be so many days' ride from Bramber. " Her voice had taken on an unaccustomed whining note that immediately irritated her mistress.

"We're