Mystique (29 page)

“Hush. I will deal with this.” Alice put a hand on his shoulder and guided him to a pail of water that sat by the hearth. “First, we must get rid of that dreadful odor.” She
glanced at the steward. “Elbert, send someone for a change of clothing.”

“Aye, m’lady.” Elbert signaled to one of the kitchen scullions.

It took only a few minutes to get Reginald washed and changed into fresh clothing. When he was clean once more Alice sat him down at one of the kitchen tables.

“Will someone please bring our guest a mug of my special green pottage?” she said.

One of the cooks ladled the thin vegetable broth into a mug and brought it to the table. The comforting aroma of the parsley root with which the pottage had been flavored wafted gently upward.

“Take a sip,” Alice instructed as she sat down across from him. “It will have a strengthening effect.”

Reginald gulped the pottage as though he had been starving. He stopped abruptly after the first swallow, however, and grimaced when he put down the mug. “Thank you, my lady,” he said with a politeness that sounded forced. “I was very hungry.” He started to wipe his mouth on the back of his sleeve and then stopped, obviously embarrassed by the display of ill manners. He flushed and took a deep breath.

“Now tell me who Sir Eduard is and how he forced his way into your father’s hall.”

“Eduard of Lockton is a landless knight,” Reginald said. “He is a mercenary who sells his sword where he can. My mother says he is no better than an outlaw.”

“Why did Eduard come to Rivenhall?”

“My mother said it was because he knew that my father was far away and that he had taken most of his men with him. She says Sir Eduard believes that Hugh the Relentless will not come to the aid of Rivenhall because of the bad blood between the two manors.”

“Eduard of Lockton just strode into your father’s hall and took command?”

“Aye. When he arrived yesterday he claimed he came in friendship. He demanded lodging for the night for himself and his men. Mother did not dare refuse. There was no way we could mount a defense with the few men my father left behind.”

“So she let him into the hall hoping he would leave in the morning?”

“Aye. But he stayed.” Reginald looked miserable. “He has put his own men on the walls. He acts as though he were lord of Rivenhall. He has taken our keep without even laying siege to it.”

“Surely your father’s liege lord, Erasmus of Thornewood, will take action against Sir Eduard when he learns of this.”

“My mother says that Sir Erasmus is dying. He will likely be dead before we can get word to him.”

“A
fait accompli,”
Alice murmured.

“That is what Mother called it.”

Alice recalled how her uncle had installed his son in her father’s hall. It was all well and good for clerics to argue the fine points of royal law, canon law, and the law of custom, but the truth was that possession was everything. A man or a woman who could not defend what he or she held soon lost it to someone more powerful. It was the way of the world.

“I know how you feel, Reginald.”

Reginald looked at her with worried eyes. “Last night, after the meal, Sir Eduard tried to force my mother to go to his chamber with him. She was terrified. I believe that he intended to hurt her.”

A cold chill went through Alice. “Dear God. Is your mother…? Is she all right? What happened?”

“She broke free of him, grabbed my hand, and told me that we must flee to the tower room. We managed to get inside and lock the door.”

“Thank the Saints,” Alice breathed.

“Eduard was furious. He pounded on the door and made all sorts of threats. Eventually he left but not before he vowed to starve us out of the tower room. Mother is still there. She has had nothing to eat or drink since last night.” He looked down at his empty mug. “This is all I’ve had since yesterday.”

Alice glanced at a cook. “Bring our guest a meat pie, please.”

“Aye, m’lady.” The fascinated cook plucked a pie from a hot plate and set it down in front of Reginald.

Alice studied the boy. “How did you free yourself?”

“There is an old garderobe in the tower room.” Reginald fell on the pie with a good deal more enthusiasm than he had displayed for the nourishing pottage. “The shaft is somewhat wider than most.”

“Just wide enough for a boy your size?”

Reginald nodded. “It was difficult in places. And the smell was terrible.”

“I can imagine. How did you descend?”

“Mother and I fashioned a rope out of an old bed curtain. I used it to lower myself down the shaft.”

That explained the unpleasant stench that hung about Reginald’s clothing, Alice thought wryly. The poor boy had exited the keep through a privy drain. Odor aside, it must have been a frightening experience.

“You are very brave, Reginald.”

He ignored that. “Will you help us, Lady Alice? If we do not do something, I fear that Sir Eduard will hurt Mother.”

Dunstan stormed into the kitchens at that moment. His whiskers twitched with outrage. He glowered at everyone and then his gaze settled on Alice.

“What the devil is going on here?” he demanded. “What’s this about a boy from Rivenhall?”

“This is Reginald, Sir Vincent’s son.” Alice got to her feet. “Rivenhall Keep has been taken by a mercenary knight named Eduard of Lockton. We must save the keep and Reginald’s mother, who is being held captive there.”

Dunstan’s jaw dropped in astonishment. “Save Rivenhall? Are you mad, m’lady? If that keep has truly fallen into the hands of another, Sir Hugh will order a great feast to celebrate the occasion.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Dunstan. ‘Tis one thing to carry on a feud within the family. “Tis quite another to allow an outsider to take control of a cousin’s holdings.”

“But m’lady—”

“Please command the men to arm themselves and mount their horses. Have a palfrey saddled for me. We leave for Rivenhall within the hour.”

Dunstan’s eyes blazed. “I cannot allow it. Sir Hugh
will likely hang me as a traitor if we go to the aid of Rivenhall.”

“If you fear him so much, you may remain behind here at Scarcliffe. We shall go without you,” Alice said calmly.

“God’s teeth, madam, if Hugh hangs me, I shall be the more fortunate of the two of us. There is no telling what he will do to you.
You are his betrothed
. He will never forgive you for betraying him in this manner.”

“I do not intend to betray him.” Alice steeled herself against the cold unease that unfurled in her stomach. “I am going to the aid of his blood kin.”

“He despises his blood kin.”

“Surely he does not despise young Reginald or Reginald’s mother.”

“You speak of Vincent’s heir and his wife.” Dunstan looked at her in disbelief. “Sir Hugh cannot feel any more charity toward them than he does toward Vincent.”

“Sir Hugh left me in command of this manor, did he not?”

“Aye, but—”

“I must do what I feel is right. You have your instructions, Sir Dunstan.”

Dunstan’s features twisted into a mask of frustrated rage. He picked up an earthenware pot and hurled it against the kitchen wall. It shattered into a dozen shards.

“I told him you would be trouble. Nothing but trouble.” He swung around on his heel and stalked out of the kitchen.

T
wo hours later Alice, garbed in a vivid green gown, her hair bound in a silken net anchored with a silver circlet, rode through the gates of Rivenhall Keep. Young Reginald, mounted on a small gray palfrey, was at her side. No one tried to stop them from entering the bailey. Alice realized that Eduard did not dare challenge Hugh the Relentless.

Tension flowed through her. She could feel the wary eyes of the men who stood guard on the wall. They were no doubt assessing the force she had brought with her.

She took comfort in the knowledge that her company made an impressive, thoroughly intimidating sight. Sir Dunstan and the contingent of household knights and men-at-arms Hugh had left at Scarcliffe rode at her back. Even Julian had ridden with them. He had explained to Alice that any man who was employed by Sir Hugh was obliged to learn how to handle a sword or a bow, regardless of whether or not it complemented his attire.

The gray light of the misty day glinted on polished helms and touched the points and blades of bristling weapons. Black banners snapped in the breeze.

“Greetings, my lady.” A huge, burly man with wild, unkempt brown hair, a bushy beard, and glittering eyes hailed her from the front steps of the keep. “I am pleased to make the acquaintance of any who ride under the banner of Hugh the Relentless.”

“That is Sir Eduard,” Reginald hissed to Alice. “Look at him. He acts as though he were lord here.”

Alice studied Eduard’s features as she reined her palfrey to a halt. The mercenary reminded her of a boar. He had a thick neck, wide jaws, and small, flat eyes. He no doubt possessed a brain to match.

She looked down the length of her nose at him as Dunstan and his men arrayed themselves behind her. “Please inform the lady of this manor that her new neighbor has come to call.”

Eduard grinned, displaying several gaps in his dirty yellow teeth. “And who might you be?”

“I am Alice, betrothed wife to Hugh the Relentless.”

“Betrothed wife, eh?” Eduard surveyed the armed men behind her. “The one who caused him to miss the joust against Sir Vincent at Ipstoke fair, I’ll wager. He was not well pleased with you that day.”

“I assure you that Sir Hugh is quite content with his choice of a bride,” Alice said. “So content, in fact, that he does not hesitate to leave me in command of his lands and his men.”

“So it would seem. And where is Sir Hugh?”

“On his way back to Scarcliffe from London,” Alice
said coolly. “He will return soon. I intend to visit with Lady Emma until he arrives.”

Eduard gave her a crafty look. “Does Sir Hugh know you’re here?”

“Rest assured he will discover that fact soon enough,” Alice said. “If I were you, I would be gone from Rivenhall by then.”

“Do ye threaten me, lady?”

“Consider it a warning.”

“You are the one who should take heed, madam,” Eduard drawled in an unpleasant voice. “You obviously do not comprehend how it is between Rivenhall and Scarcliffe. Mayhap your future lord did not see fit to explain his personal affairs to you.”

“Lord Hugh has explained everything to me, sir. I enjoy his full trust and confidence.”

Eduard’s face tightened with anger. “That will soon change. Sir Hugh will thank me for occupying this keep. ‘Tis true that his liege lord has forbidden him to take vengeance against Rivenhall. But I promise you that he will not interfere when he learns that another has achieved his goal for him.”

“It is you who do not comprehend the situation,” Alice said softly. “You have interfered in family affairs. Sir Hugh will not thank you for it.”

“We shall see about that,” Eduard retorted.

“So we shall.” Alice smiled coldly. “In the meantime I would pass the time with Lady Emma. Is she still in the tower chamber?”

Eduard narrowed his tiny eyes. “So the boy told you about that, did he? Aye. She’s locked herself inside and will not come out.”

Alice turned to Reginald. “Go and fetch your mother from the tower. Tell her that I look forward to making her acquaintance. Tell her that Sir Hugh’s men-at-arms are here to guarantee her safety and yours.”

“Aye, my lady.” Reginald slid down off the gray palfrey. He shot Eduard an angry glance as he dashed up the steps and disappeared into the hall.

Eduard planted hamlike fists on his hips and confronted
Alice. “You’re risking more than you know by dabbling in this business, Lady Alice. Aye, far more.”

“That is my concern, not yours.”

“When Sir Hugh returns he will be furious with you for this betrayal. ‘Tis no secret that loyalty is all to him. The very least he’ll do is end the betrothal. And then where will you be, you foolish woman?”

“‘Tis you who are the fool, Eduard.” Alice looked at Dunstan. “Will you assist me in dismounting, sir?”

“Aye, m’lady,” Dunstan growled. He kept his eye on Eduard as he got down off his horse. He walked to where Alice’s palfrey stood and reached up to help her from the saddle.

She saw the tightness about his mouth and smiled reassuringly. “All will be well, Sir Dunstan. Trust me.”

“Sir Hugh will likely have my head for this day’s work,” he muttered for her ears alone. “But before he does, I will tell him that his betrothed has enough courage to match his own.”

“Why, thank you, sir.” Alice was startled and warmed by the grudging praise. “Try not to be too anxious. I will not allow Lord Hugh to blame you for any of this.”

“Sir Hugh will assign the blame as he chooses.” Dun-Stan’s expression was one of grim fatalism.

“Lady Alice, Lady Alice,” Reginald called from the doorway. “I would like you to make the acquaintance of my lady mother, Emma.”

Alice turned to see a lovely, fair-haired woman with soft eyes and a gentle mien standing beside Reginald. She appeared exhausted by worry and what had no doubt been a sleepless night but there was an unbending pride in her stance and a hint of hope in her gaze.

“Greetings, Lady Alice.” Emma darted a quick, disgusted glance at Eduard. “I regret the poor welcome you have received. As you see, we are obliged to endure the nuisance of an unwanted guest.”

“‘Tis only a temporary problem.” Secure in the knowledge that she was protected by Scarcliffe men-at-arms, Alice went up the steps. “Rest assured my betrothed husband will soon rid you of this vermin.”

• • •

H
ugh wondered if Elbert had gone mad. He’d had his doubts about the young man from the start. “Lady Alice did
what?”

Elbert trembled but he did not step back. “She took Sir Dunstan and all the men-at-arms and went to rescue Rivenhall Keep from the clutches of someone called Eduard of Lockton. That’s all I know, my lord.”

“I do not believe this.”

Behind Hugh the tired horses stamped their feet and blew noisily, eager to get to the stables. Benedict and the two men-at-arms were equally weary. They had already dismounted and were waiting to see what was wrong.