“Then why are you wearing that pin?”
She had forgotten it, and her hand fluttered up as if to conceal it. “He gave it to me at Rood House.”
“Why?”
Chastity could not bear his icy tone. Wrong though it might be, she
wanted, she needed, his tender care. “You can’t really think anything
of this, Cyn,” she protested, and moved into his arms.
He held her off. “Why?” he demanded.
Bewildered, she touched his cheek.
He shook her hand off. “Chastity, why did Rothgar give you that pin?”
“For services rendered!” she snapped, backing away. “You are the stupidest man!”
“I’m sure I am, but I’m amazed you managed to fit him in.”
“Cyn Malloren, you’ve run mad! He teased a kiss out of me.”
He grabbed her arm and dragged her close. “And paid with that pearl,” he scoffed. “What kind of fool do you think I am?”
She rapped his knuckles hard with the fan. “Release me, sir! I have nothing more to say to you until you are sane again.”
He released her, but only to pull her into his arms again. “I’ll
never be sane again. Oh, Chastity, I don’t know what to make of you as
a fine lady. You terrify me. You’d make such a wonderful marchioness.”
His hand traced gently down her cheek. “Please don’t let Rothgar kiss
you again.”
It was sweet to be in his arms, but bittersweet. “Do you really think I could be interested in him?”
“How can you not be? I meant what I said earlier. Once your
reputation is restored, you will have no need of me. There will be many
finer suitors for your hand, doubtless including Rothgar. He kisses no
woman without a reason.”
It was hard, so hard, but she left his embrace and forced the cool
words out. “Very well. Perhaps I will marry Rothgar after all.”
He flashed her a bereft look, but nodded. “Good. If your reputation is not restored, though, we must marry.”
She faced him sharply. “I won’t allow that sacrifice!”
“I took advantage of you…”
“I was completely willing…”
He groaned and pulled her back to him for a kiss. Then his lips
explored the curve of first one breast, then the other, weakening all
her resolve. “You look delicious, like raspberries and cream…”
“Cyn, food again… ?”
“Mmm.”
Chastity tried to be cool, but longing swept over her, empowered by
his skillful touch. She surrendered with a whimper of despair…
A brief rap at the door allowed just enough time for them to break
apart before Rothgar entered. He coolly assessed them and said,
“Excellent. Cyn, there is urgent business in Winchester. Are you up to
it?”
A flickering glance told Chastity that Cyn didn’t want to leave her,
but he accepted the duty. “I can manage with a fresh horse.”
“Good.” Rothgar crisply explained the situation. “I’ll send two
grooms with you, but it will go easier if you are there to make the
request of your friend’s wife. And if she’s already disposed of the
garment, you’ll have to track it down and retrieve the document.”
“ ‘Struth. Am I to prowl the worthy poor, picking pockets?”
Rothgar’s lips twitched. “Do what is necessary. Once you have it
safe, you can rest as long as you are in a secure place and the grooms
keep watch.”
Chastity shivered at this sense of hovering danger. If anyone
discovered Cyn had that document, he would be a target. Henry Vernham
would kill to get it; the Earl of Walgrave would destroy half the world
to have it gone. This was no time to hold back.
She took Cyn’s hands and kissed him. “Take care. Please.”
The wedding dinner was a strange affair. Verity and Nathaniel had
eyes only for each other. Elf looked wistful. Brand and Rothgar made
desultory conversation about political matters. Chastity worried about
Cyn.
Though she had known him for such a brief time, they had rarely been apart. She wasn’t used to worrying about him
in absentia
.
She realized Rothgar and Brand were discussing the war. That interested
her, as Cyn’s safety rested on it. “Do you really think the war will
soon be over?” she asked.
“Almost certainly,” said Rothgar. “Since the battle of Wandewash in
India, and the surrender of the Canadas, French expansion is blocked.
Now that King George has withdrawn support from King Frederick, Prussia
will have to come to terms.” He smiled in acknowledgment of her
feelings. “You may not have to face the thought of Cyn in battle in the
near future.”
“Perhaps he may be posted at home for a while,” said Elf hopefully.
“I have seen so little of him in past years, and I have only just come
to know you, my new sister.”
Chastity knew she should protest, yet this acceptance of her future
as Cyn’s wife was too delicious a fantasy to abandon entirely. She sat
in a silent dream as Elf wondered where Cyn would be stationed, and
even progressed to speculating as to future nieces and nephews.
The meal ended with toasts to the married couple. Elf rose to lead
the ladies away, but Nathaniel rose too. As pink as his bride, he
indicated that they were ready for bed. With an admirably straight
face, Rothgar wished them a good night.
Elf led Chastity up to her boudoir to take tea. “It will soon be your turn, too.”
“I allow myself to dream,” said Chastity. “But in all honesty, I don’t see how it can be.”
“Rothgar will manage something,” said Elf confidently, “and Cyn will
not be deterred by a mere matter of reputation. I hope it can be
straightened out, though, for it will make everyone a great deal more
comfortable. Speaking of comfort, I intend to escape this bodice
immediately. I’m sure Chantal laced me especially tight to compete with
your waistline. I feel as if I’m about to pop.”
The maid soon had them both in charming negligees, loose gowns
trimmed with lace and ribbons, and they settled in comfortable privacy
for a chat and tea.
“Can you tell me more of your family, Elf?” Chastity asked.
Elf poured boiling water on the leaves in the pot. “Of course, since
you are to join it. As you know, there are the six of us, all with
strange names. Rothgar’s mother made no objection, and so the pattern
was set.”
“You have different mothers?”
“Didn’t you know? She died when Rothgar was five. Father married
again soon after. I scarcely remember my own mother, for she and Father
both died when I was but seven. Cyn is said to resemble her the most,
wretched man.”
“Lord Rothgar must have been young when he came into the title.”
Elf passed the tea in a dish of Chinese porcelain. “Just turned
nineteen, and with responsibility for five siblings, two of them
hell-born twins. He took it seriously. He’s been very good to us.”
“It is clear he feels strongly about his family.”
“Yes. He really should marry, and I think he’s coming around to it, though that may change now.”
Chastity sipped. “Why now?”
“He has been hoping one of the others would marry to carry on the
line, but Bryght’s plans fell through. Now Cyn is to be wed, I fear
Rothgar will drop his intent to find a bride.”
“I don’t understand why the marquess should expect his brothers to do his duty.”
“Ah,” said Elf, and for the first time seemed hesitant. “Well, it’s
a family scandal and you are to be family. It’s not something that need
bother you in any case. It’s his mother, you see.”
“Rothgar’s mother?”
“One gathers she was not a very pleasant person.”
“But can he remember much of her?”
“He remembers something. Strong events trigger memories. She bore a second child, a daughter. She killed the babe.”
Chastity inadvertently splashed a little of her tea. “
What
?”
“It’s true. The child was but a few days old, and she strangled her.
Rothgar was there when she did it, but was too little to stop her. He
was only four years old, but he remembers. I think that is why he is so
protective of us. He is still trying to save his baby sister.”
Chastity put down her dish of tea before her trembling hands caused another spill. “But why would she do such a thing?”
Elf shook her head. “No one knows, but I’ve heard it said that some
women are driven mad by childbirth. She was locked up afterward, of
course, and not allowed near her son. She took some wasting disease and
died.”
“It’s a terrible story, but why would the marquess not wish to marry?”
Elf was somber. “He is concerned that it could be in the blood. He has always been very careful not to lose control.”
“I think he should disregard it. Who knows how children will be?”
“But some qualities are passed on. The color of hair and eyes. A
gift for music or art.” Elf smiled reassuringly. “You certainly mustn’t
let it affect your plans, Chastity. Now, why don’t you explain your
family to me. Have you sisters other than Verity?”
“No, just two brothers. Fort—Fortitude, that is, and Victor. You
see, you don’t have a monopoly on strange names. Fort is the oldest,
he’s Lord Thornhill. Victor is just eighteen.”
“What are they like?”
“Oh, Fort is a typical man. He loves riding, and shooting, and the
new sport called boxing. They put on padded gloves and hit one another
until one of them falls down. Can you imagine it? Despite such horrid
tastes, he’s quite kind really, but not very sensitive.”
Elf laughed. “As you say, a typical man.”
“As for Victor, we’ve been fighting since he was born, so I’m no
judge. He’ll doubtless improve with age.” She stifled a yawn, then
blushed to be so rude.
Elf immediately put down her tea. “How thoughtless of me. You must be exhausted.”
“I confess, I am,” said Chastity. “I had little sleep the last two nights.”
Elf’s color flared. Chastity almost hastened to correct Elf’s
obvious assumption that there had been two nights of lovemaking, but
then realized that it was not entirely an error. With a strained smile,
she said good night and went to her own room. Once there, she sighed.
She wasn’t made for scandal. She hated this feeling of being less
than virtuous. Cyn had been more right than he knew when he said their
lovemaking had weakened her. If they couldn’t marry, they must part,
for much as her body longed for him, she would die in a life of shame.
In the morning, Chastity was woken with a cup of delicious
chocolate, and the information that her brother had arrived and was
anxious to speak to her.
She leaped out of bed, nerves atingle. She had a cowardly urge to
summon Elf to accompany her, but she suppressed it. Despite the
kindness of the Mallorens, she was alone in the world, and must behave
so.
She discovered she now had a wide selection of clothes, most of
which, as Chantal had said, would not suit Lady Elf. With the maid’s
assistance, she dressed in a demure India cotton morning gown of orange
printed in brown. In this case, the orange was almost exactly the color
of Elf’s hair, and the effect would have been startling.
The lady was clearly in the habit of buying without truly
considering the matter. The gown looked well on Chastity, however, and
the modest, though expensively embroidered ruffles at bodice-edge and
elbows created the demure appearance she wanted.
Would Fort still be on her side?
She found her brother in the Tapestry Room, prowling.
“Good morning, Fort,” she said, striving for dignity and composure.
He turned suddenly, and she saw he had a black eye and a bruised lip. “Oh, Fort! Did Father do that?”
“Lindle to be more precise.” He grinned painfully. “I’m delighted to report that he’s in worse shape. I broke his nose.”
Chastity laughed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
His eyes were warm as he looked at her. “You’re vastly improved, Chastity.”
“Thanks to you. I’m sorry for abandoning you…”
“Devil take it. I’m glad you had the sense. But once I’d knocked
Lindle out, and escaped Father’s clutches, I scoured the town for you.
I had some lurid imaginings. I virtually took a couple of brothels
apart.”
Chastity went to him and kissed him gently. “Thank you. But Cyn was doing the same.”
“Cyn?” he said with a puzzled frown that told her he’d heard
sin
.
With a choking sensation, Chastity realized he knew nothing of Cyn
Malloren. But how else could she explain her presence here? If she’d
thought of the necessity, she’d have come up with some kind of story…
“Sin?” he asked, cooling rapidly.
“Lord Cynric Malloren,” Chastity said, licking her lips, wondering
if she should summon protection after all. “He… er… escorted Verity and
me to Winchester.”
“A Malloren,” Fort spat. “I wondered how you ended up here. And how did he come to be in Maidenhead?”
“He helped me find Nathaniel, of course,” Chastity said brightly. “Surely you can see that.”
“Alone?” His eyes lit with anger. “The two of you on the road
overnight, alone?” His hand went to the hilt of his sword. “Where is
he?”
“Not here,” she said quickly. “And Fort, you are not to hurt him.”
“Am I not, by gad!”
“He wants to marry me!”
“Hah! He wants to marry Chastity Ware? You’re a bigger fool than I took you for!”
She thumped his chest. “I thought you believed in me!”
He swung a fist at her, but controlled it with a caught breath. “You told me you are not a virgin.”
“Yes,” she said, meeting his eyes, “but I was.”
“Then he’s a cur.”
“No.”
He took a deep breath. “Sister, you clearly do not understand these things.”
“I understand them perfectly. I was not seduced, Fort. I went to him willingly, because I love him.”
“He is a cur to take advantage of you.”
“He didn’t think me a virgin then, Fort. Promise me you won’t fight him.”
“I’ll promise you nothing.” He turned away and ran his hands through
his disordered hair. “I’ll have you and Verity out of this hellhole.
No one
trusts a Malloren, especially with a woman. They’ll doubtless pass you
around.” He swung back to sneer at her. “If they haven’t already.”