Knight: Once a Knight Part 5
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Fenchel and Alisoun turned to David.
He took another gulp of water from the ladle that he held and cleared his throat. "Did you say twelve sacks of wool to market?"
Fenchel and Alisoun exchanged comprehending glances. Woolsacks were huge, so big that wool packers stepped into them to skilfully stomp the fleeces into place. Woolsacks bulged under pressure, for as the last layer was thrown in, the wool packers trod it down and stepped out backward along the top, sewing up the sack as they went. They weighed so much and were so c.u.mbersome, they were hauled in wagons, safe from thieves, for they were too c.u.mbersome to steal. A small landowner might produce two woolsacks, so David's bulging eyes and avaricious mouth didn't surprise Fenchel and Alisoun. They'd seen this reaction in other men at other times. Suitors that the king sent, knights and lords who visited as they made their way to another destination: they all struggled to comprehend the wealth encompa.s.sed by the estate of George's Cross. Alisoun repeatedly found herself courted by men who suddenly saw her personal attractions enhanced by her ample lands. She and Fenchel had dealt with it before. Indeed, they had become almost practiced in their reactions.
Squaring his scrawny shoulders, Fenchel projected a fierce hostility. "Who's askin'?"
"Forgive me, Fenchel, I have been remiss." Alisoun watched David and saw that greed had replaced his antagonism. That, she understood. That, she expected, and she ignored the tiny disappointment that nagged at her. "As my reeve, you should be acquainted with the legendary mercenary Sir David of Radcliffe."
Fenchel should have replied rudely, making his disrespect clear. That was the method by which he and Lady Alisoun taught the unworthies they could not have the lady of George's Cross.
Instead Fenchel stood silent, silent so long she turned to look. Her man-her man-stood looking at David of Radcliffe with admiration and awe. "Fenchel?" she said.
He shook himself as if waking from a dream, and spoke to David in tones of reverence. "Forgive me, sir, but ye are the legendary mercenary, David o' Radcliffe?"
"That's me," David agreed.
"Oh, sir." Fenchel pressed forward. "Oh, sir! We've told tales o' yer exploits fer years. How ye killed a boar bare-handed when ye were naught but twelve, an' how the king himself knighted ye on the field o' battle when ye held twenty French knights at bay-"
David corrected him. "Sixteen and fifteen."
Fenchel paid no attention. "How ye won the armor an' saddles an' horses o' all the best knights in the kingdom, then sold 'em back fer a pretty profit."
Holding her hand to her heart, Avina interrupted. "All except one, a young knight seekin' t' better himself. Rather than take that poor lad's only possessions, ye gave 'em back an' taught him t' fight, an' he is yer devoted man t' this day."
"Sir Guy of the Archers."
Alisoun saw that Gunhild finished the tale. All the villagers knew the stories about the legendary mercenary David, and all of them stood, wide-eyed, and stared at him as if visitationed from heaven.
"Look!" Fenchel pointed to the sky. "'Twas clear before, but 'tis cloudin' up now. Mayhap Sir David has brought us luck."
Everyone stared at him, then at Alisoun. "In sooth, I do so pray." Privately, Alisoun admitted that she had experienced that same thrill when she met him. Even facedown in the mud, he had had a prestige about him, but somehow, riding with him to George's Cross had lessened her reverence. Now all she could remember was his pride when he had p.i.s.sed farther and longer than either Ivo or Gunnewate. Just like any other man, he seemed to think she took his measure by the size of his bladder-and extremities.
So her villagers' wors.h.i.+p caught her unaware. Seeing them now, seeing how they pressed toward him and touched his boot with reverent fingers, how the women tightened their bodices to plump their bosoms, both embarra.s.sed and infuriated her. David needed no more fuel to feed the fire of his vanity.
Then she caught his eye. Sheepishly, he grinned, shrugged, and said, "Old legends die hard."
And she realized-that's why she'd hired him. To give her people a feeling of confidence, to ease their fears for her. To frighten off that shadowy, unseen menace. In fact, there had been no incidents on this trip. She knew that for the first time in months, she'd gone three days without the sense of being watched.
For that she owed him more than money, and as graciously as she could, she said, "I offer my home, Sir David. Make it yours."
Stunned by the riches in her demesne, he accepted, all the time fearing he gaped like a roast pig. True, he was nothing but the son of a baron, and a poor baron at that, but he hated feeling so much like a dairy maid before the king. Yet when he thought about Alisoun's twelve sacks of wool, he was in awe. He didn't even have enough carts to haul twelve sacks of wool, much less enough sheep to grow the fleece. Twelve sacks would support his estate for years!
Lady Alisoun smiled at him, a smooth, practiced movement of her lips that conveyed hospitality. Then she spoke to the peasants crowding around him. "I have returned with grain to keep us until harvest." Slowly the crowd turned to her. "When the carts have reached the castle, it will be counted and distributed, but remember, good people, that this must last until we've brought in our own crops, and if this summer is as dry as the last one and the one before that, it will be a hard winter. So take the burden of extra work with good cheer. Let us be sure that not one of our folk is lost to sloth."
Fenchel had regained his good sense, for he called, "Hear, hear!" and the crowd responded.
Then they broke up. Fenchel and Alisoun moved to one side of the square. The men strode toward the fields, the women walked toward the large barnlike structure which held the wool.
Well, most of the women walked toward the shed. Some of them had found something amiss with their clothing. Gunhild held her skirt up, adjusting the garters that held her stockings...except she wore no stockings. The sight of her bare leg almost stopped David's heart, and her flirtatious glance made it clear she appreciated his appreciation.
Pis.h.!.+ He tore his gaze away and found it immediately captured by Avina. Her s.h.i.+ft seemed uncomfortably adjusted, and she unlaced her bodice and adjusted her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with a hand beneath each. They thrust upward and the dark nipples shone through thin- He jerked on Louis's rein and, disgruntled, Louis jerked back. "She wants to bed a legend," David told him. "She doesn't care about me."
Louis snorted, and David had to agree. His groin ached from long disuse, and Louis knew that David's mood markedly improved with regular swiving. The d.a.m.ned horse danced in place to give David another chance to stare, and David found himself watching the melons that swayed so enticingly.
Alisoun paid him no attention. She didn't care about him. She wouldn't even notice if his glance lingered on the flaunted..."Nay!" More forcefully, David directed Louis to move on, and the horse did. Only a fool would gawk at a servant when the mistress was available-especially when the mistress was single and so wealthy her estate produced twelve sacks of wool for market.
After all, it wasn't as if Alisoun were homely. No, indeed. Her face was very...attractive. And her figure was acceptable...what he had seen of it beneath her voluminous cotte. And her hair flowed down her back like a glimmering river of...molten iron? His gaze lingered on the wimple and gorget she always wore just to thwart him. At least it seemed that way. Red. He'd swear he'd seen red in the dark, but how could such a reserved woman sport such an audacious color?
He shook his head. No, it must be bland blond or reserved brown.
As David rode toward Alisoun, Fenchel backed away, veneration manifested in every line of his slight body. Yet Alisoun watched David, and he would have sworn he saw a flash of cynicism.
Blast the woman! He was observing her again, trying to decipher emotion that another woman would have gladly shared.
"My village women are lovely, are they not?" She stared behind him, where Avina and Gunhild still posed, and he had to fight to keep his eyes focused on where he was going. "They admire you a great deal, and if you wish to linger here, you would still be welcome at the castle when you arrive."
"Me?" He widened his eyes in what he hoped was innocence. "I hadn't noticed any individuals among your village women. I only noticed that everyone seemed plump and happy." Remembering Avina's bounteous b.r.e.a.s.t.s, he thought, overflowingly plump. "It is a tribute to your husbandry that your people are so well fed."
Solemnly, she considered him, then nodded. "My thanks. Without offense, may I a.s.sume that your estate has not fared so well?"
His injured pride blazed fiercely. Through stiff lips he said, "You may a.s.sume that."
"Perhaps you would care to send one of my men to Radcliffe with the first month's gold you have earned."
You have earned. Not "that I paid you," but you have earned. It was a generous offer sensitively put, and that surprised him. She hadn't been overly sensitive about his previous humors-chiding him for his late arrival, yawning when he won the p.i.s.sing contest, openly doubting his ability to protect her. But for a woman with twelve bags of wool, he could forgive and forget. "That would be most courteous of you, lady. I thank you for your kind thought. I'd be grateful when a man may be spared."
There. That comely speech surely proved his fitness to be her consort. A most peculiar expression marred her features, as if she smelled something nasty. Quickly, he examined the bottoms of his shoes, then glanced back to review Louis's footsteps. Neither of them had stepped in something malodorous.
Her horse moved on before he could ascertain the reason for her expression. "Is your steward to be trusted with such a sum?" she asked.
"Aye, he is." He grinned at her back. "He is Guy of the Archers."
She swung around in the saddle and stared, wide-eyed, clearly astonished. "There is really such a man?"
Well! That was a mask she wore. Emotions seethed beneath it. And he'd just proved that he could strip the mask away. "Did you think the legend all lies?"
"Nay, I...nay, it is just so very difficult to realize that the legend lives within such a common...that is to say, that you are the repository of such extraordinary..."
He would have been offended, but he understood. Being a living fable encompa.s.sed a difficulty most people could scarcely comprehend. Women l.u.s.ted after him, sure that his thistle-undoubtedly the largest in the world-would induce ecstasy. Men clung to his every word, gathering insight where none existed. Everyone expected him to be wise and sincere, and he'd learned one thing well-sincerity was hard to fake.
David knew he was just a man, and when others got acquainted with him, they knew it, too. Disillusionment set in, but he was never less than himself and never asked anyone to believe more than the truth.
Alisoun had gone through all the stages, and right now she looked at him through eyes that saw him.
She nodded as if they'd said something important in their silence. "I'll send someone right away."
As he rode beside her up the winding track, he concluded that a decisive woman was not all bad. Above them on a hillock, George's Cross Castle rose like a rocky intrusion on the green, misty mountain. The curtain wall snaked around, mossy green and impenetrable gray. On the highest point, lit by the late afternoon sun, the keep rose, a serpent's fang of smooth black stone. The place frightened David-as it was supposed to.
Alisoun beheld it fondly. "Home," she whispered.
She behaved as if George's Cross Castle would protect her, but she'd hired him for more than the ride from Lancaster to the castle. She'd hired him to protect her, even at her beloved home. Because someone had threatened her? Because..."What's this tale of an arrow shot at you?"
"An arrow?"
He had hoped to startle her. He hadn't succeeded. If she'd been cool before, now she was glacial. Icy, unemotional, uninterested.
He didn't believe it for a moment. "Ivo blurted it out last night. He was angry because I wasn't prepared to protect you from murder."
"Murder?" Bringing her palfrey to a halt, she turned to face him with a sincerely amused smile playing around her lips.
It aroused his suspicious.
"I love Ivo, I really do. He's been my personal man-at-arms for years. But I'm sure you realize he's a bit weevil-headed, G.o.d bless him. He sees danger where there is none. You'll forgive him."
Louis stood taller than the palfrey. David stood higher than Alisoun. Together, the stallion and the man towered over Alisoun and her mount, and it gave him a feeling of superiority. False superiority, he knew. Alisoun h.o.a.rded the truth and dispensed only as much as she believed necessary.
"M'lady." A male voice hailed from the top of the curtain wall. "M'lady, ye're home!"
Alisoun looked up and waved, then waved again. David saw the line of heads bobbing around the crenelations. These were her people, and if she escaped into the welcome of her servants, he would lose his chance to question her in private. He reached for the reins of her palfrey; she pulled them aside and said, "You're our guest. I'll ride ahead and have them prepare your bath."
He almost fell out of his saddle. If Louis hadn't moved to catch him, he would have. "A bath?"
"A knightly bath. The honor which is bestowed on every knight who visits." Her voice deepened with relish. "It is proper."
"Not at my home."
"Of course not. That's obvious." As enthusiastic as he'd ever seen her, she waved at her people. "You have no woman to perform the service."
He couldn't pretend that he didn't know about the custom. He did. He had been a guest in other great homes, been bathed by the wives and daughters of his host-but not for a long time, and never when he'd been celibate for so extended a period. "Your maids are going to give me a bath?"
"Certainly."
"Not you?"
"Nay."
He heaved a sigh of relief.
"I'll supervise."
5.
We squires were in the training yard that day, and I'll never forget the look on Sir Walter's face when he heard Lady Alisoun had brought Sir David of Radcliffe back to George's Cross.
Hugh was almost a man grown and as good as any experienced knight. Sir Walter bragged about him, and n.o.blemen came from miles around to watch him spar and to try to woo him from Lady Alisoun's tutelage with promises of an early knighthood and plunder from battle. Hugh bided his time, knowing that Lady Alisoun would treat him generously when the moment came.
Andrew was seventeen and not nearly as impressive to my young eyes. And Jennings...well, Jennings was but fourteen, superior only to me, but never letting me forget it. Hugh and Andrew were sparring under Sir Walter's critical gaze while Jennings and I fought with wooden swords, and Jennings was defeating me soundly.
Sir Walter had grabbed my arm and was berating me as a stupid lad when one of his toadies from the village came running, yelling that the lady of George's Cross had arrived. Sir Walter broke off his tirade and shoved me away. "She made it back, did she?" he said. "About time, and then some."
The toadie leaned against the gate and held his chest, panting from the run up the steep hill from the village to the castle, but he didn't let exhaustion defeat him. "Aye, Sir Walter, but she has a knight with her."
Sir Walter couldn't have known, but he must have been preparing himself for something, for he wheeled on his dirty little informer and grabbed him by the neck. "Speak."
The toadie clawed at his throat, and Sir Walter released him with the command. "Now."
"Sir David of Radcliffe-"
The toadie got no chance to say more. Sir Walter flung him further than he had flung me, and with considerably more virulence. I would have run from the expression on his face, but I was already running for the outer gate. Running to see the legend.
I clambered up the great oak smack in the middle of the bailey, crawled as far out on a limb as I could, and peered through the leaves. The drawbridge was straight ahead. I could see all the way down the hill to the village, and I got my first glimpse of Sir David of Radcliffe.
From a distance, he was everything an eleven-year-old boy could desire in a hero. He was tall and broad, seated on a milk-white charger who I knew to be King Louis. As he got closer, my awe grew greater, for clearly he cared nothing about anyone's opinion. He slumped in the saddle. Dark stubble covered his cheeks, and beneath that, dirt stained them. His bottom lip stuck out much like mine when my lady commanded me to take a bath, and when Sir Walter stepped onto the middle of the drawbridge, my hero's att.i.tude didn't change.
I relished the coming confrontation.
Looking now at Sir Walter's furious expression, Alisoun wondered if she should have warned him of her intentions. But when she left, she hadn't known if he would be there when she got back, or if she would succeed in finding and hiring Sir David. And if she'd told him, he might have left before she did, and she had needed him to protect the castle during the time she was gone.
Ah, well, now she would pay for her silence. "Sir Walter," she greeted him. "Is all well within the castle?"
"a.s.suredly," he snapped, his gaze brooding on David. "I always fulfill my duties."
David didn't seem to notice the animosity which clouded the atmosphere. He still sulked, and his destrier-an animal with a mind, if she'd ever seen one-adopted a like att.i.tude. Louis's head drooped, his back swayed, and he clomped onto the drawbridge like a farm horse far gone with age.
What Alisoun wanted to know, of course, was whether any other incidents had occurred, but Sir Walter knew what she wished and refused to acknowledge it. She didn't dare ask. How could she, without alerting David to the circ.u.mstances? Her experience with Sir Walter had taught her that men viewed the hara.s.sment done to her as justice for a f.e.c.kless act, and she didn't dare tell David for fear he would turn and leave-and she needed him. Another glance at Sir Walter confirmed it. She needed David now.
David didn't respond when Alisoun introduced him, but Sir Walter stood stiffer, straighter, reaching for a height he didn't have. "Sir David. Your reputation has preceded you."
"It always does. Are you going to stand in the middle of the drawbridge forever, or are you going to move aside for your lady?"
Alisoun sucked in her breath. So David did comprehend the unspoken challenge. Did he not care? Did he dismiss Sir Walter as insignificant? Or did he have a plan?
She looked at the morose man and disconsolate horse again. He couldn't have a plan.
Louis moved forward, apparently on his own initiative. Sir Walter came face-to-face with the ma.s.sive horse. Louis kept moving. Sir Walter stepped aside. It was all very quick, very smooth, very deliberate. She followed in Louis's wake, allowing David to push objections aside and draw her along behind him.
Inside the ma.s.sive outer bailey, shouts of relief and satisfaction greeted her. Children came running, muddy from the fishpond. Women rose, stiff from weeding the garden, and waved. The milkmaids came to the door of the dairy and her falconer lifted his newest bird to show her. Ah, it was good to be home. Good to know her people rejoiced in her safe return.
Before her, the inner walls rose higher. With a confident swagger, David rode toward the gatehouse. Mingled with the calling of her name, Alisoun heard masculine hails of "David! Sir David of Radcliffe!"
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