?Lady before she became my prisoner. Now she is the wench who will bear my next

  bastard.?

  Rowena sank her teeth into the back of his armhardto thank him for that

  unnecessary disclosure. He moved not a muscle to acknowledge he had even felt it.

  ?I see,? Isabella said coolly.

  ?Do you finally? Good. Mayhap now you will explain why you found it necessary to

  follow me in here with this tale of childhood lovers when I expressly told you

  in the hall that I was not interested in hearing it. Think you that your love is

  a requisite of our marriage??

  The brutal coldness in his tone made Isabella pale even more. Rowena, behind him

  again, winced and felt a moment?s pity for the other woman.

  ?II had hoped to make you understand,? Isabella said miserably.

  ?Indeed do I understand. You love me not. I care not. Love does not happen to be

  what I require of you.?

  ?Nay, Warrick, you do not understand at all. I cannot wed you now. II am already

  wed to Miles.?

  A long silence followed. Rowena was shocked. She could not begin to imagine what

  Warrick must feel.

  His voice, however, was amazingly mild when he finally asked ?Then what do you

  here, with your father, who seems to think he brought you here for a wedding??

  Rowena stepped to Warrick?s side, too curious now to miss a word of this. The

  lady was wringing her hands, but Rowena was surprised to see that Warrick did

  not seem to be as disturbed by this news as he should be.

  ?When my father found me in London, Miles was sent to York on the king?s

  business, so not with me. II could not tell Father the truth. He had forbade me

  to see Miles again after he had refused his suit. He wanted you for a son

  bymarriage. No one else would do.?

  ?Lady, I cared not for your father?s approval to wed you. Twas your consent I

  asked for, and you gave it.?

  ?I was forced to give it. For the same reason, I could not tell my father I had

  wed with the king?s blessing. Miles is Stephen?s man. I have given up much to

  have him, but he is all I want. But my father, he would kill me if he knew what

  I had done.?

  ?Think you that you have less to fear of me??

  Rowena was sure the woman was going to faint, so horrified did she become at

  that question. Rowena could have kicked Warrick herself for deliberately

  frightening Isabella. And she did not doubt ?twas deliberate. She knew him well

  enough now, and was too familiar herself with his ways of quick retaliation.

  Isabella, obviously, was not.

  Seeing someone else being the recipient of f VVarrick?s enmity was strange. Even

  stranger was her desire to defuse his anger for his own sake.

  ?You will like his dungeon, Lady Isabella,? she said into the tense silence.

  ? Tis really quite cornfortable.?

  Warrick looked at her as if she had gone mad. But Isabella just stared at her

  blankly, not understanding what Rowena was implying.

  ?Well, you are going to toss her in your dungeon, are you not, my lord?? she

  continued.

  ?Is that not where you put all females while you wait to see if they are?

  ?Rowena,? he began warningly.

  She gave him a sweet smile.

  ?Aye, my lord??

  Whatever he would have said would not come out while she was smiling at him like

  that. He made a sound of exasperation instead, but when he glanced at Isabella

  again, his expression was not as dark.

  ?So you hied yourself to London to wed your sweetheart?? he said to Isabella.

  ?Tell me, my lady, was this your plan when you journeyed to me, or did it

  precipitate when I was delayed in meeting you??

  Rowena held her breath, praying the woman?s answer was not going to add another

  mark to her own list of transgressions. She was not that lucky.

  ?Miles had joined my escort that noontide. I had not seen him for months. I had

  been without hope. But when you were not there with your men, it did seem

  fortuitous I mean Miles and I, we saw it as our only?

  Isabella finally stopped, flushing furiously, but added after a moment ?I am

  sorry, Warrick, truly. I did not mean to deceive you, but my father was so

  desirous of a marriage to you.?

  It was uncalled for, outrageous, but Rowena simply could not resist interjecting,

  ? Tis too bad he could not wed Warrick himself.?

  She regretted the impulsive remark immediately. Levity was misplaced with such a

  serious subject. Warrick could not appreciate it and would be enraged with her.

  Isabella must think her crazy. And then Warrick burst into laughter. His eyes

  caught Rowena?s surprised look and he laughed even harder. Twas Isabella who did

  not appreciate it.

  ?How dare you make light of this?? she demanded of Rowena.

  ?My father is still like to kill me when he?

  ?Not if Warrick breaks your betrothal contract,? Rowena pointed out.

  Warrick stopped laughing at that suggestion.

  ?God?s blood, ?twould start a war. Better she gets the beating she rightly

  deserves and I assure Lord Reinard I am not aggrieved over the loss of her.?

  ?That does not relieve her plight,? Rowenc reminded him.

  ?Do you imagine, wench, that her difficulty is now a concern to me??

  Rowena ignored that.

  ?The alliance was gooc enough for you, my lord. Are your daughters spoken for,

  that one of them could not form tht alliance in your steadif the family has

  unwed sons??

  Warrick shook his head at her in bemusement.

  ?Get you gone about your duties, Rowena, ere you think to promise away my castle

  as well. This matter does not concern youexcept for your own indirect part in

  itwhich I am not like to forget.?

  ?Ah.?

  She sighed, unimpressed with the warning.

  ?I see I am due for more of the dragon?s fire?

  ?Go!? he cut in, but his expression was not daunting. In fact, it was just short

  of breaking into a grin.

  She smiled at him for good measure and heard Isabella say before she closed the

  door on them ? Twas an excellent suggestion she made, Warrick.?

  ?I am not surprised you wouldst think so, lady, as it solves your dilemma nicely.

  It does not, however, get me the son I desired.?

  Rowena did not wait around to hear the lady renew her apologies. But she left

  wondering about the sex of the babe she carried. A son would be nice for a

  firstborn, but a son was what Warrick wanted. The question was, would a son gain

  her an offer of marriage, or guarantee her losing her firstborn child?

  Chapter 31

  Warrick was not sure what complexity the wench was perpetrating on him, but he

  had already drawn the conclusion that he did not mind it. What Rowena hoped to

  gain with her strange behavior he could not guess. Not that it mattered. What he

  had planned for her would not changewell, mayhap only slightly, for he no longer

  had any desire to make her suffer. Her puckish wit was also a pleasant surprise.

  As solemn and determined as she had been at Kirkburough, he would not have

  expected a playful side to her.

  Kirkburough?twas not her town, nor would it be now. But for the first time, he

  wondered who Rowena was and where she had come from.

  ?Have you spoken to the lady yet about Emma??

&nbsp
; Warrick turned from watching his men testing their skills against Sheldon?s

  knights on the training field. For a moment he had no idea what his friend

  referred tountil he saw whom Sheldon was staring at. Rowena was crossing the

  bailey to the washhouse, her arms piled high with linens. So easily was she

  noticeable, her long braid glittering in the sunlight, her bright red chemise

  only visible at her neck, arms, and feet, but such a contrast to the drab dun

  bliaut she wore. In no conceivable way did she look like the servants around her.

  ?Twas almost ridiculous to call her so, yet he would continue to do so,

  regardless of how others sawi heror called her.

  He was chagrined, however, that he had cornpletely forgotten the new task he had

  agreed to give her. Obviously, when she was near him, his thoughts gravitated in

  only one direction.

  ?With Isabella?s coming and going, there was no opportunity?

  ?Say no more,? Sheldon interrupted what was in truth a lame excuse.

  ? Tis appalling the treatment you have had from that family, and young Miles,

  the boy must be mad to think he could steal your bride and not die for it. ?Tis

  a shame. I know his father and?

  ?God?s blood, Sheldon, do not put deeds to my hand that have not entered my head.?

  Sheldon stared at him so incredulously, Warrick flushed to the roots of his hair.

  ?You cannot mean to actually let the boy live after the ill he has done you. You?

  Are you feeling quite well, Warrick??

  Warrick was scowling before Sheldon finished, because his friend was absolutely

  serious in his concern.

  ?I am in no wise addled, damn it. Merely do I not care overmuch that the lady is

  lost to me. The alliance stands, since I have now promised Beatrix in my stead.

  Lord Reinard is as satisfied as I with the end result. Verily, what have I lost

  but the lady herself, who was already bespoke in her feelings, so would no doubt

  have turned shrewish on me. In truth, I must thank Miles Fergant for his daring.?

  Again Sheldon just stared, prompting Warrick to growl ?How is your arm, my

  friend? Grown as rusty as mine has these past weeks??

  Sheldon finally laughed.

  ?Do I dare refuse such a pleasantly expressed offer??

  ?I would not recommend it.?

  ?Then have at me,? Sheldon said, drawing his sword.

  ?Just do not suddenly forget that you are forgiving the Fergant whelp. The last

  time you substituted me for one of your enemies, I did not rise from my bed for

  a fortnight.?

  Warrick cocked a brow as he drew his own sword.

  ?That bedridden time lengthens each time you make mention of it. Is it sympathy

  you seek, or a light practice??

  ?The day you give anyone a light practice?

  Sheldon did not finish as he met Warrick?s first swing. The clang of their

  blades joined the others on the field, but soon only the two rang out as their

  men quit their own sport to watch. Rowena watched through the open door of the

  laundry, ignoring the bedding she had brought there to wash. Near the inner gate,

  a messenger who had just arrived was now reluctant to deliver the challenge he

  carried, when he was directed toward the two seasoned knights hacking at each

  other in what appeared mortal combat.

  High on the castle ramparts, Beatrix also watched her father, hoping he would

  trip or err in his offense, thereby making a fool of himself. She was so furious

  with him, she had already slapped two servants and caused her beloved Melisant

  to cry.

  Twas the horrid disappointment in having his betrothed arrive when Beatrix had

  begun to think Isabella never would, and expecting the worst, a wedding within

  days, only to be told a few hours later that her father was not to wed, that she

  was insteadand into that family. The Malduits might have been good enough for

  her father, but she could have aspired to a more lofty title, more power, more

  wealth, an earl at the very least. But nay, she was to have a stripling of a boy,

  only just knighted, who could not hope to inherit for many a year. She would not

  even have her own castle, but was expected to live with her father by marriage.

  Twas intolerable, and all because he decreed it so. She would, must make him

  sorry for it. That he would dare do this to her?

  Warrick sat up slowly, his pride more bruised than his arse. Sheldon stood over

  him laughing, and with good reason. Never in Warrick?s life had he been taken so

  unawares, like a squire with his first wooden sword in hand. Damn that flaxen

  haired wench and her eyedrawing red chemise, not to mention that delectable body

  it covered. He had no more than caught that flash of red out of the corner of

  his eye, just enough to be drawn into looking furtherjust enough for Sheldon to

  knock him off his feet as their blades connected low, the unprepared for impact

  sending him backward, flat on the ground. And now she stood there, having

  stopped across the yard to stare at his ignoble position on the ground, looking

  as if she might be concerned, when ?twas more like she was fighting not to laugh,

  as Sheldon was doing.

  ?You realize, do you not,? Sheldon said ?that my prowess in downing the dragon

  will travel?

  ?Go to hell,? Warrick grunted as he rose to his feet, but added with a tight

  smile ?Or better yet, do you care to try that again??

  Sheldon backed up, still grinning.

  ?No fool stands before you, friend. I will take my laurels and quit whilst?

  ?A messenger, my lord,? Warrick?s bailiff interrupted at that point.

  Warrick turned impatiently to the messenger, noting that he was too clean to

  have traveled very far. He took the rolled parchment handed to him without the

  least change in expression to indicate that he recognized the seal.

  The messenger waited to repeat the words that he had set to memory, but the Lord

  of Fulkhurst had no need of them, as he was reading the missive himselfor

  pretending to, the man thought, smirking to himself. He assumed this since the

  lord was not reacting properly to his master?s words of challenge. He was no

  longer nervous either, after witnessing the Lord of Fulkhurst?s clumsiness on

  the field. The feared dragon of the north obviously depended on his men to win

  his battles for him.

  The messenger was less sure of that opinion when Warrick met his gaze directly

  with the most chilling gray eyes he had ever encountered. The renowned dragon

  had a cruel look about him, too, damned if he did not.

  ?If your lord is so eager to die, I will oblige him, but at my leisure. You will

  have my full answer anon.?

  And with a wave Warrick dismissed the man.

  Sheldon barely waited for the man to turn away before he asked with lifted brow

  ?Is it anyone I know whom you mean to dispatch??

  ?You do not know him, but you have certainly heard of him. Tis d?Ambray, and

  with a new change in tactics. He now requests we meet at Gilly Field two days

  hence to end the war between us with individual combat.?

  Sheldon whistled through his teeth.

  ?The man must be as lacking in wits as his father was, to think you would not

  know Gilly Field is a ripe setting for trickery. I had heard the same challenge

  was issued to Walter Belleme, the old Lord of Ture
s. But when Belleme rode out

  to accept, he was ambushed and murdered. Twas how the d?Ambrays gained Tures and

  all it entails.?

  ?I am aware of that,? Warrick replied.

  ?And I have taken that prize from his collection. I had even entertained the

  thought of letting him have the peace he sued forafter Ambray Castle is lost to

  him.?

  ?So that is your next campaign, his own stronghold??

  ?Aye, but obviously I delayed too long in the taking, giving him ample time to

  consider treachery as an alternative.?

  ?Mayhap, though you must admit, Warrick, that you are not an easy foe to stop

  once you set out to destroy an enemy. Tis well known that no one prods the

  dragon without getting burned. It has made more than one man consider murder

  instead of fair means to defeat you, especially when Stephen will not lift a

  hand against you.?

  ?Why should he? Half my enemies are his enemies, and he delights that I rid him

  of them without cost to him.?

  ?True,? Sheldon agreed, then asked curiously ?Were you serious, that you would