Honor's Splendour

  Duncan wanted to kill the priest all over again. Madelyne could feel the tremor that passed through her husband. His eyes mirrored his anger. She reached up, touched his cheek with her fingertips. "It is over, Duncan."

  Gerald and Anthony rushed into the church. Gerald saw the fire and immediately ran back outside, shouting an order for aid to the gathering men.

  Anthony stood next to his leader. When Duncan turned and started out the doorway, his vassal lifted one of the boards out of the way, the only remnant of the door Duncan hadn't destroyed.

  Madelyne could see how worried Anthony was. He was frowning as ferociously as Duncan was. She tried to give him comfort to let him know she was still fit enough.

  "Have you noticed, Anthony, how my husband likes to walk through doors?" she asked him.

  Anthony looked startled for a moment, and then a slow grin settled on his face.

  Duncan bent down, guarding Madelyne's head as he walked through the opening. She rested her cheek against his shoulder. It wasn't until they'd reached the doors of the castle that she realized she was still crying. A leftover from the fright she'd just had, she thought with a shiver.

  By the time they reached Duncan's room, Madelyne's teeth were chattering. Duncan wrapped her in blankets and held her on his lap while he tended to her bruised face.

  He was sweating from the heat of the fire he'd started in the hearth for Madelyne. "Duncan? Did you see the crazed look in his eyes?" Madelyne shivered over the memory. "He was going to… Duncan? Would you still love me if he'd raped me?"

  "Hush now, my love," Duncan soothed her. "I'll love you forever. That was a foolish question."

  She was comforted by his gruff answer. Madelyne rested quietly against his chest for several minutes. There was much she needed to tell Duncan and she needed strength for the duty.

  Duncan thought she might have fallen asleep, when she suddenly blurted out, "He was sent here to kill me."

  Madelyne turned in his arms until she was facing him. The look in his eyes chilled her again. "He was sent?" His voice was soft. Madelyne thought he might be trying to keep his anger hidden. It wasn't working, but she didn't tell him that.

  "I went to the church to tell Father Laurance he was invited to dinner. I caught him unawares because he wasn't dressed in his robes. He was dressed just like a peasant, but of course you must have noticed that too. Anyway, his hands weren't covered with bandages either."

  "The rest," Duncan instructed when Madelyne stared at him so expectantly.

  "There weren't any scars. The priest was supposed to have burned his hands, remember. He couldn't say mass because of his injuries. Only there weren't any scars."

  Duncan nodded for her to continue. "I didn't say anything about his hands. I pretended I didn't even notice, but I

  thought to remember to tell you. Anyway," she continued, "I told him we'd received a letter from his monastery and that after dinner you wanted to speak to him. That was my mistake, though at the time I didn't know why," she added. "The priest went into a rage then. He told me Louddon had had him sent here. His duty was to kill me if the king granted you his favor instead of Louddon. Duncan, how could a man of God have the soul of the devil? Father Laurance knew his game was up, I guess. He told me he was going to get away but not before he killed me."

  Madelyne sagged against Duncan's chest again. "Were you frightened, Duncan?" Madelyne asked in a whisper.

  "I am never frightened," Duncan snapped. He was so incensed over the priest's treachery, he could barely concentrate.

  Madelyne smiled over her husband's statement. "I meant to ask you if you were concerned, not frightened," she amended.

  "What?" Duncan asked. He shook his head, forcing his anger aside. Madelyne needed his comfort now. "Concerned? Hell, Madelyne, I was furious."

  "I could tell you were," Madelyne answered. "You reminded me of my wolf when you were stalking my captor."

  Duncan let her sit up so he could kiss her. He was very gentle, for her lips were too bruised to allow true passion.

  Madelyne pushed herself off his lap. She took hold of his hand, tugging until he stood up and followed her across the room. She sat down on the bed and patted the space next to him.

  Duncan took off his tunic. He was drenched from the heat in the room. He sat down beside his wife, put his arm around her shoulders, and pulled her against him. He wanted to hold her close and tell her how much he loved her. God's truth, he thought he needed to say the words more than she needed to hear them. "Madelyne, were you frightened?"

  "A little," Madelyne replied. She would have shrugged, but the weight of his arm wouldn't allow the gesture. Her head was inclined and she was tracing circles around his thigh, trying to distract him, he supposed.

  "Only a little?"

  "Well, I knew you'd come for me, so I wasn't terribly frightened. Yet I was beginning to get a bit irritated when you didn't appear at the door right away. The man was tearing my gown…"

  "He could have killed you," Duncan said. His voice was shaking with anger.

  "Nay, you wouldn't have let him kill me," Madelyne told him.

  Lord, she had such faith in him. Duncan was humbled by it.

  The slow circles Madelyne was making with her fingertips were moving toward the junction of his legs. Duncan grabbed hold of her hand, settled it against his thigh. His wife was probably so distraught, she didn't realize what she was doing, or how it was beginning to affect him.

  "Lord, it's gone warm in here," Madelyne whispered. "Why would you want to start a fire in this weather, Duncan?"

  "You were shaking," Duncan reminded her.

  "I'm better now."

  "Then I'll go downstairs and get this letter from the monastery. I am curious to learn what his superiors have to tell us," Duncan announced.

  "I don't want you to go downstairs just yet," Madelyne said.

  Duncan was immediately solicitous. "You must rest for an hour or so," he told her.

  "I don't want to rest," Madelyne answered. "Will you help me out of these clothes?" she asked her husband in such an innocent voice, Duncan was immediately suspicious.

  Madelyne stood between her husband's legs and didn't help at all while her husband pulled her clothes off her. "What made you come to the church when you did?" she suddenly thought to ask him.

  "Maude's boy saw the bastard hit you. He came to tell me," Duncan answered.

  "I didn't know Willie followed me into the church. He must have run back out before the priest barred the door. Willie must have been terrified. He's only five summers. And you must reward him for coming to fetch you."

  "Damn, this is all my fault," Duncan stated. "I should have seen to my household as thoroughly as I see to my men's training."

  Madelyne put her hands on Duncan's shoulders. " 'Tis my duty to see to your home. Though, now that I think about it, none of this would have happened if—"

  His sigh stopped her. "I know, none of this would have happened if I'd been there to protect you," he interjected.

  His voice was filled with anguish. Madelyne shook her head. "I wasn't going to say that," she told him. "You mustn't jump to conclusions, Duncan. It's a sorry trait. Besides, you have more important matters to attend to."

  "You come before everyone and everything else," Duncan stated quite emphatically.

  "Well, I was only going to tell you that this wouldn't have happened if I'd known how to protect myself."

  "What are you suggesting?" Duncan asked. He really didn't have a clue as to what was going on inside her mind. He smiled then, for he had just realized he rarely did know what she was thinking.

  "Father Laurance wasn't much bigger than I am," she said. "Ansel is just my height."

  "How did my squire get into this conversation?" Duncan asked.

  "Ansel is learning about defense," Madelyne announced. "Therefore, you must instruct me in the ways of defending myself also. You see the way of it, don't you?"

  He didn't, but decided not to argue w
ith her. "We'll speak of this later," Duncan announced.

  Madelyne nodded. "Then you must now see to my needs, Duncan. I order it."

  Duncan reacted to the teasing tone in her voice. "And what is this order you dare give your husband?" he asked.

  Madelyne explained by slowly pulling the ribbon free that kept her chemise in place. The garment edged off her shoulders. Duncan shook his head, trying to deny her. "You're too bruised to think of—"

  "You'll think of a way," Madelyne interrupted. "I know I don't look very pretty now. I do look a fright, don't I?"

  "You're bruised, as ugly as one of your Cyclops, and I can barely stand to look at you."

  His words made her laugh. She knew he was teasing because he was trying to pull her down on top of him and take her chemise off at the same time.

  "Then you'll have to close your eyes when you make love to me," Madelyne instructed Duncan.

  "I'll suffer through it," he promised.

  "I can still feel his touch," Madelyne whispered. Her voice had a tremor in it now. "I need you to touch me now. You'll make me forget. I'll feel clean again, Duncan. Do you understand?"

  Duncan answered her by kissing her. Madelyne soon forgot everything but kissing him back. Within moments only the two of them mattered.

  And she was cleansed in body and heart.

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  Chapter Nineteen

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  "Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free."

  new testament, john, 8:38

  Though it was ironic, the attack Madelyne suffered helped to reconcile Gerald and Adela.

  Madelyne had insisted on eating dinner with the family and their guest. When she and Duncan walked into the hall, Adela was already seated at the table. Gerald was pacing in front of the fireplace, looking lost in thought.

  Duncan sighed, letting Madelyne know he wasn't in any mood for another one of Adela's scenes. Madelyne started to tell him to please be patient and then decided against it. She wasn't in the mood for dissension either.

  When Adela saw Madelyne, she let out a loud gasp. She completely forgot Gerald. "What has happened to you? Did Silenus finally unseat you?" she asked.

  Madelyne turned to frown at Duncan. "Just before we left our room, I specifically remember you telling me I looked all right" she whispered to him.

  "I lied," Duncan answered, grinning.

  "I should have looked in Adela's mirror," Madelyne returned. "Adela looks like she's going to be sick. Will I ruin everyone's appetite, do you suppose?"

  Duncan shook his head. "An invasion wouldn't wreck my hunger. I've just used up all my strength trying to satisfy your—"

  She nudged him to be quiet, for they were close enough for Adela to overhear. "I needed you to love me," she whispered. "I've forgotten all about the priest's foul touch now. It was the only reason I was a little… bold."

  "Bold?" Duncan chuckled. "Madelyne love, you turned into a—"

  She nudged him again, more forcefully, then turned to watch Gerald and Adela.

  It was Gerald, in fact, who gave Adela explanation about Madelyne's injuries.

  "Oh, Madelyne, you look terrible," Adela confessed in a sympathetic voice.

  "It's a sin to lie," Madelyne said to Duncan, glaring at him.

  Duncan demanded Father Laurance's name not be mentioned during dinner. Everyone complied. Adela went back to ignoring Gerald too. The baron offered Duncan's sister a compliment when everyone stood to leave the table. Adela made a rude comment back to him.

  Duncan's patience was gone. "I would speak to both of you," he demanded. His voice had a hard edge to it.

  Adela looked frightened, Gerald looked puzzled, and Madelyne looked like she was going to smile.

  Everyone followed Duncan over to the hearth. Duncan sat in his chair, but when Gerald started to take a chair for his own, Duncan said, "Nay, Gerald. Stand next to Adela."

  He turned to Adela then and demanded, "Do you trust me to know what's best for you?"

  Adela slowly nodded. Her eyes were as large as trenchers, Madelyne thought.

  "Then let Gerald kiss you. Now."

  "What?" Adela sounded appalled.

  Duncan frowned over her reaction. "When my wife was attacked by Laurence, she wanted me to wipe the memory away. Adela, you've never been kissed or touched by a man who loves you. I suggest you let Gerald kiss you now and then decide if you are repelled or enlightened."

  Madelyne thought it was a wonderful plan.

  Adela was turning red with embarrassment. "In front of everyone?" she asked. Her voice sounded like a squeak.

  Gerald smiled. He took hold of Adela's hand. "I would kiss you in front of the world if you'd allow it," he told her.

  Duncan thought Gerald was going a little overboard, telling Adela she could allow or disallow, yet he kept his thoughts to himself.

  Besides, his command was finally being carried out. Before Adela could back away, Gerald leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

  Duncan's sister looked up at Gerald in confusion. And then he kissed her again. His hands never touched her but his mouth held her captive all the same.

  Madelyne felt foolish watching the pair. She walked over and sat on the arm of Duncan's chair and tried to stare at the ceiling instead of the two people kissing each other so thoroughly.

  When Gerald took a step back, Madelyne looked at Adela. Duncan's sister looked flushed, embarrassed, and truly astonished.

  "He doesn't kiss like Mor—" The color immediately drained from her face over her near blunder, and she looked at Madelyne for help.

  "He'll have to know, Adela."

  Gerald and Duncan shared a frown. Neither knew what Madelyne was talking about. "I cannot tell him," Adela whispered. "Would you do this one terrible duty for me? Please, Madelyne. I beg of you."

  "If you'll let me tell Duncan as well," Madelyne said.

  Adela looked at her brother. He could see the worry in her gaze.

  Adela finally nodded. She turned back to Gerald then and said, "You'll not ever want to kiss me again when you know the full truth of what happened to me. I'm sorry, Gerald. I should have…"

  Adela started to cry. Gerald reached out to take her into his arms but she shook her head, "I think I do love you Gerald. And I am so sorry." With those parting words, Adela rushed out of the room.

  Madelyne had little liking for the promise she'd made. She knew she was about to cause her husband and Gerald pain. Both men loved Adela.

  "Gerald, please sit down and listen to me," Madelyne asked. Her voice sounded strained. "Duncan, promise you won't be angry with me for keeping this from you. Adela made me promise to share her secret."

  "I'll not be angry," Duncan announced.

  Madelyne nodded. She couldn't bear to look at Gerald while she told the full truth about Adela, so she stared at the floor through the recitation. She stressed the fact that Adela was so disappointed that Gerald hadn't joined her in court and for that reason was easy prey for Louddon's deceptions. "She was really trying to punish you, I think," Madelyne told Gerald. "Though I doubt she realizes that."

  Madelyne dared a look over at Gerald, caught his nod, and then looked at Duncan. She told the rest then, leaving nothing out, and when she told of Morcar's treachery, she fully expected one or both men to shout in anger.

  Neither baron said a word.

  When the telling was finished, Gerald got up and slowly walked out of the hall.

  "What will he do?" Madelyne asked Duncan. She realized she was crying, brushed the tears away from her face, wincing when she knocked her bruises.

  "I don't know," Duncan answered. His voice was soft, angry too.

  "Are you upset with me for not telling you sooner?"

  Duncan shook his head. A sudden thought occurred to him then. "Morcar is the man you wanted to kill, isn't he?"

  Madelyne frowned. "You told me you were going to kill a man. Remember? It was Morcar you meant, wasn't it?"


  She nodded. "I couldn't let him get away with his treachery, yet I was honor bound to keep Adela's secret," she whispered. "Duncan, I didn't know what to do. It is God's duty to see to sinners. I know that well enough. And I shouldn't want to kill him. I do, though, God help me, I do."

  Duncan pulled her into his lap. He held her tenderly. He understood his gentle wife's torment.

  Each lapsed into silence for several minutes. Madelyne was worrying about Gerald. Would he leave now or would he continue to pursue Adela?

  Duncan used the time to gain control of his emotions. He didn't blame Adela for her infatuation with Louddon. His sister was such an innocent, she couldn't be faulted. But Louddon had deliberately preyed on that innocence.

  "I'll take care of Morcar," Duncan said to Madelyne.

  "You will not."

  It was Gerald who bellowed the denial. Both Madelyne and Duncan watched Gerald rush over to stand in front of them. His anger was most evident. He was shaking with it. "Ill kill him, and you as well, Duncan, if you dare deny me this right."

  Madelyne gasped. She looked up at Duncan. His expression didn't tell her if he was insulted or angry.

  Duncan stared at Gerald a long moment. Then he slowly nodded. "Aye, Gerald, it is your right. I'll stand behind you when you challenge him."

  "As I'll stand behind you when you challenge Louddon," Gerald answered.

  The fight went out of Gerald then. He sat down in the chair facing Duncan.

  "Madelyne? Would you please tell Adela I'd like to speak to her?"

  Madelyne nodded. She hurried to comply but had worried herself sick before she reached Adela's bedroom. She still didn't know what Gerald was going to do.

  Adela had already made up her mind Gerald was going to leave her. "It's all for the best," she told Madelyne between sobs. "Kissing is one thing, but that is all I could ever allow. I could never let him come to my bed."

  "You don't know if you could or couldn't," Madelyne returned. "Adela, it won't be easy but Gerald is a patient man."

  "It doesn't matter," Adela said. "He's going to leave me."

  Adela was wrong. Gerald was waiting for her at the bottom of the steps. Without saying a word, he took hold of her arm and led her down the next staircase.