House Of Gisborne: The Secret Of Gisborne Part 12

Gisborne isnot a Lord, he reminded her. Besides, hes nothing but low-down, filthy tras.h.!.+

Well, I agree with you there, she concurred heartily, stirring porridge over the hearth.

When the porridge was done, she handed her father a steaming bowl and then quickly gobbled down her share. Slipping behind a curtain, she changed into her tunic and leggings and slipped out to meet Will.

Gisborne brought you home, eh? Will asked upon seeing her.

How did you know? Marian asked.

Saw him, he said. And did he give you his cloak?

He did.

Thats a bit strange, isnt it?

Its scary, if you ask me. He must be up to something.

Whyd you take it?

What was I to do? Refuse a gift from someone of his stature? I tried politely to refuse, but he insisted. So I tossed it in a chest.

Will laughed heartily.

Ah, well. Lets hurry. Its already quite late, and weve lots to do! he said.

Marian tried to smile, but it didnt quite appear natural. She couldnt get the picture of Blackstocks claws pawing at her, and his putrid breath wafting up her nose as his disgusting lips smashed against hers.

CHAPTER TEN.

Oh, Marian, Mirabelle said as soon as Marian appeared in the kitchen. Good, youre here. Your presence is requested in Lord Blackstocks study.

M-me? What for?

Honey, I dont ask questions. I just pa.s.s along orders. Get moving.

Marians whole body was wracked with trembling. Was he set to punish her for running out on him? Hed told her to leave, but maybe he hadnt meant it? Maybe he was hoping for a repeat performance. She wished she hadnt eaten, for now she felt as if her food might make another appearance at any moment.

She stood outside the door with her hand raised hesitantly. She took a deep breath, and then knocked gingerly.

Enter, called Lord Blackstock.

The door creaked as she opened it, and she timidly peeked inside. Blackstocks bony hand motioned for her to come in, and she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. The red carpet that stretched before her leading to Blackstocks desk seemed impossibly long as she crept forward.

Gisborne stood behind Lord Blackstock. His hands were clasped neatly in front of him, his feet planted shoulder width apart. A black cloak hung down his back. His face was expressionless, almost stony.

Marian, please, have a seat, Lord Blackstock beckoned, motioning toward a high wingback chair with his gaunt hand.

She glanced at Gisborne, but he continued to stare straight ahead. She lowered herself cautiously into the chair.

Marian, I suppose you know that Lord Gisborne is my most trusted friend and advisor, said Lord Blackstock.

Yes, my Lord.

And it has come to my attention that perhaps it is time for him to have a manor of his own as a reward for his years of faithful service.

Her brow furrowed deeply.

My Lord? I I dont think I understand. What has this to do with me?

I have given Lord Gisborne a rather prominent manor on my estate, Blackstock explained. And it is his wish to have a wife to a.s.sist him in the proper care of his manor.

Marian, still confused, was silent.

Given his choice of all the fine ladies of n.o.ble birth in the land, Lord Gisborne has inexplicably spurned each and every one of them in favor of you, it would seem, Blackstock continued. Though I cannot begin to imagine why, he has deemed that you are to be his bride.

Her stomach twisted into a knot, and her throat swelled shut. Sparkling pink and green spots began to dance before her eyes, and she rocked to and fro in the chair, terrified she might faint at any moment.

What? she gasped, her eyes flitting toward Gisborne, who still refused to look at her. Is this true? Well, is it?

Watch your tongue, Blackstock spat. Youre speaking to a Lord!

Her head dropped demurely and she said, Yes, my Lord.

You will continue with your normal duties until such time as Lord Gisborne deems the wedding will take place, at which time you will move with him to his manor, Blackstock said.

Excuse me, my Lord, but... what about my father? she asked.

Your father will be taken care of, Blackstock said dismissively.

What does that mean? M-my Lord, she added quickly.

Lord Gisborne will ensure your father is taken care of. That is all. You are dismissed, Blackstock said, waving her away.

Her hands fiercely gripped the arms of her chair as she pushed herself upward on shaking legs. She stared at Gisborne, waiting for a response of any kind, but he was silent, his eyes still glued to some phantom spot near the door.

She made her way back to the kitchen before she collapsed onto the floor, sobbing intensely. Mirabelle kneeled beside her and took her into her thick arms.

Lord, what is wrong with you, girl? Mirabelle demanded.

Ive... Ive just been betrothed! Marian moaned into Mirabelles shoulder.

What? To whom?

Gisborne! she wailed, clinging with two fists to Mirabelles dress.

Oh, Lord, Mirabelle groaned. Lord help you now, girl.

Mirabelle was uncharacteristically gentle with Marian the rest of the day. She had her clean the chambers, despite the fact that theyd already been thoroughly cleaned the day before. Mirabelle herself took the hardest jobs.

Marian was on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor in Gisbornes chamber when he opened the door. Spotting her, he immediately turned to leave.

Wait! she shouted, running over and jerking the door open.

Gisborne rolled his eyes and then closed them, taking a deep breath.

What was that all about? Marian demanded, forgetting all about propriety.

Keep your voice down, Gisborne snarled, pus.h.i.+ng her back into his chamber and closing the door behind them.

Tell me! Marian demanded. What is going on?

Marian, are you ready to calm down before someone hears you?

I will calm down when you tell me whats happening! she shouted.

Fine! he hissed. Look, Lord Blackstock offered to give me the manor, and I offhandedly mentioned not having a wife to care for such an estate, and he took it upon himself to start bringing all these n.o.blewomen to the castle. I told him I wasnt interested in any of them, and demanded to know why... so I told him.

And? she demanded.

And... I told him I wanted you.

Me? Why did you tell him a thing like that?

I dont know! Because youre the only woman I can stand to be around without wanting to hurl myself off the guard tower? he whispered.

Oh, thats lovely, she groaned. So youd have me throw my life away and marry you just because I dont make you want to turn yourself into a b.l.o.o.d.y mess on the ground outside the castle?

Its better than the alternative, he said. Those women were so dainty and proper.

And what am I? Fat and obnoxious? she hurled at him.

I didnt say that, Marian.

Then what exactly did you mean?

I simply meant that they are so dull and boring. I just couldnt imagine myself being in the same room with them for more than five minutes.

Yet you could imagine yourself being in a room with me for that long?

Well, somehow Im managing it right now, though only just, he groaned.

Fine, then get out, she spat.

This actually is my chamber, he pointed out.

Fine, then Ill go. Im finished, anyway.

She s.n.a.t.c.hed the handle of the bucket so quickly that dirty water splashed onto her skirt. As she brushed past him, he grabbed her upper arm and whirled her around so her face was just inches from his.

Ill thank you to remember to whom you are speaking, he growled.

My memory serves me quite well, my Lord, she hurled with contempt, then she s.n.a.t.c.hed her arm from his icy grasp, thrust her nose into the air, and breezed from the room.

Her face was flushed and her cheeks burning hot. Her fingers were curled so tightly around the handle of the bucket that her knuckles were blanching ghostly white. She stamped down the hallway to the next room and knocked loudly before storming in and slamming the bucket angrily onto the floor.

I hate him! she muttered. Marry him... hmph! Id rather die! Marry that monster... of all the nerve!

It was then that it occurred to her"her insolence actually could lead to her death. To defy someone of such a station could prove dangerous, not only to her, but to her dear father. She chewed the inside of her cheek as she furiously scrubbed the floor.

How could she marry a man whose favorite pastime was rumored to be murder, and whose very presence made her ill? How would she possibly protect her father in the event she tried to refuse him? And why should she have to marry a man who couldnt possibly love her, anyway? All these things swirled through her head like a raging storm as she scrubbed a single spot on the floor until it was s.h.i.+ning.

Startled, she realized shed been scrubbing that spot for several minutes. Her eyes refocused, and she moved to a different spot, her browed furrowed and her face frowning deeply.

This simply cannot be happening, she whispered to herself. How can I get out of this? Robin, please hurry home!

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

She was relived to make it home before dark, and she quickly gave her father something to eat and rushed up the hill to meet Will. When she stepped into the trees, she noticed Will was nowhere to be found.

Will? she whispered.

Nope! came the answer, and Robin stepped smiling from behind a tree.

Robin! she shrieked, throwing herself into his arms and clutching him tightly.

Whoa, hey! he laughed, his arms wrapping her into his strong embrace. How are things?

Her hands grabbed thick wads of his tunic as she pulled him more tightly against her, grateful for the feeling of safety and comfort. She hadnt felt that way in so long she could hardly remember it.

Marian, youre shaking, he said. Whats going on?

Oh, Robin, its awful, she moaned. Simply awful!