Defy Not the Heart

by Johanna Lindsey

  Ranulf had not realized until after they had spoken to Father Geoffrey, and he had agreed to marry them, that Walter's little plot could very well have backfired in their faces. The lady could have sought sanctuary with the bishop, the very reason Ranulf had not wanted to bring her to the abbey to pass the night. He had to wonder why she did not, for the notion must have crossed her mind. She could not truly want to marry him, not with her low opinion of him that she had made abundantly clear. Yet in no way had she appeared reluctant before Father Geoffrey. And she had been naught but calmly controlled ever since they arrived at the abbey.

  "Before we get to the terms, 'tis your right to know what you are getting, Sir Ranulf."

  He snorted upon hearing she was back to address­ing him in a courteous manner, and she heard him, giving him a smile meant to annoy him before con­tinuing. "Because my father is dead and I am his only heir, I do not come to you with a mere dowry, but with my full inheritance. Besides Clydon Castle with its large farm and mill, there are two other keeps, Brent Tower and Roth Hill, not quite as large, but not small either. There are also two other farms near Roth Hill, and three fortified manor houses with hamlets closer to Shefford."

  Ranulf was impressed, but it was Walter who thought to ask, "Which do you want as your dower property?"

  "I thought I made it clear I do not come with a dowry, but with everything my father owned. So be­ing, I wish to keep half my inheritance should aught happen to Sir Ranulf ere there are any children of this union. If there is a child to then inherit, I would re­quest only Clydon for my own, for the duration of my life, to go to the child on my death. If I die before Sir Ranulf, then of course everything remains his, for I have no other family to fight over it."

  "Does that sound reasonable to you, Ranulf?" Walter asked his friend.

  It was more than reasonable, since she was in effect giving him everything for the duration of his own life. But not trusting her, he knew there had to be a catch. He just could not see it.

  Instead of answering Walter, he said to her, "You say you want only half of your inheritance back should I die. Who, then, gets the other half?"

  She looked at him as if he were daft. " 'Tis usual for the husband's family to fight over the property should he die. Ofttimes they try to keep it all, though Lord Guy would prevent that in this case. But Lord John's family would have expected half, as would Lord Richard's family, had he answered my summons first. So I was willing to give half to form either al­liance. As I said before, I offer you the same terms. You need but match them, pledging half you possess to me, the amount to be given only should you die. But I thought we agreed to wait on discussing the terms."

  "You were not finished?" Ranulf frowned.

  She shook her head. "What I have mentioned are the demesne lands, held only by me. Though I should mention now that two other fiefs have returned to me due to those vassals dying, one without heirs and one with a baby daughter now in wardship to me. Actually three vassals died with my father on Crusade, though the third had three sons, the oldest of whom has al­ready sworn to me for the manor he holds now."

  Ranulf ignored Walter's groaning. Neither of them had thought she was this well landed. "How many vassals did your father take with him?"

  "Four," she replied. "William de Bruce remains with Lord Guy, as do our household knights, though we have lost two of them as well, as I already told you when you met their widows. Sir William's son has already sworn to me for his father, who holds a manor and a toll bridge of me."

  Ranulf was almost afraid to ask, "Is that all?"

  Again she shook her head. "I have three other vas­sals who did not join my father. Sir John holds a farm and four hundred acres near Bedford. Sir Guiot, a farm and mill worth three knights' service. And Lord Simon, whose daughter Elaine you met, holds Forth-wick Keep, a mill, and two rich manors."

  Walter was groaning louder. Ranulf was not sure what he thought now. Clydon did not just equal his father's estate, it surpassed it.

  For want of something better to say, for he was frankly overwhelmed, he asked, "And how many knights' service does Lord Simon owe you?"

  "Twelve knights for the forty days if I need them, but if 'tis the income you are interested in, that equates to two hundred and forty marks a year."

  "And the others?"

  "Fifteen and a half knights' service."

  Ranulf calculated quickly and then said suspi­ciously, "But that is only five hundred fifty in in­come, my lady. From where comes all the rest you claimed? Surely not all from your demesne lands."

  Patiently she replied, "Nay, the demesne amounts to eight hundred marks a year. The wardship is two manor farms with villages accounting for one hun­dred fifty.. 'Tis Birkenham Keep and Town—"

  "Birkenham!" all three men gasped in unison, but it was Ranulf who demanded, "Birkenham Town is yours?"

  "And the keep that guards it," she said. "You know Birkenham, then?"

  "Lady, who does not know Birkenham? Tis nigh as large as Lincoln!"

  "So it is," she replied without the least smugness in her tone. "But as I was saying, Birkenham is the richest of the holdings, with dues and fees amounting to five hundred marks a year. 'Tis also the fief that has returned to me, though I have yet to see the ad­ditional income that that entails, nor will I until Michaelmas."

  ' 'But why would your father subinfeudate a fief that must be worth more than Clydon, if the dues alone are five hundred marks a year?"

  She finally smiled. "Have you never dealt with merchants, Sir Ranulf, or their guilds? Birkenham may be the richest fief, but 'tis also the most trouble­some, as well as time-consuming if you are not in residence there. My father was glad to have done with it."

  "And now it will be my problem?" he fairly snarled.

  "It need not be a problem at all." She frowned at him. ' 'You need only decide whether you wish to keep it or give it to your own man or one of mine. Give it to Sir Walter," she sneered. "His tongue is glib enough to deal right well with demanding mer­chants."

  "God's wounds, Ranulf!" Walter groaned, horri­fied. "Do not even consider—"

  " 'Tis no more than you deserve for getting me entangled in this," Ranulf growled low, and then, to Reina: "Now if that is all, let us get back to the terms, which have been so far one-sided. What do you want from me, demoiselle?"

  "I am rich in land and priceless trophies from the Holy Land, but there is no money at present, as you may have surmised, nor will there be until after the harvest and the rents due at Michaelmas."

  "How is that possible? Were you robbed? Those outlaws in your woods—"

  "Nay, nothing like that," she assured him. "Cru­sading is not done cheaply, Sir Ranulf. My father took more than half our wealth, gold stuff, and jewels to support the large army he brought with him. He also took most of our horses, and fifty of the men-at-arms from Clydon."

  "Is that why you were so little protected?"

  This brought a look from the monk and a blush from the lady. "Partly. I was to replace the garrison as well as the horses and did half, replacing the men, only to lose thirty of them in war. Immediately my father left, both Forthwick and Brent Tower were at­tacked. The crops and village were burned at Brent Tower ere my men arrived, so there was no income from there last year, and much cost to me to rebuild the village and see they did not starve. But Lord Si­mon was captured and ransom demanded, which took nigh all the money I had left. And losing those men I had just paid a year's wage to did not make it easy to replace them, not when one thing after another kept occurring to put it off. So for the rest of that year I took what was left in knights' service as castle guard, though it has never been my father's policy to do so. I was then able to hire new men for a garrison of fifty-five soldiers when the rents came due last year."

  "A small number for such a large castle, but not all accounted for," Ranulf reminded her.

  She gave him a baleful stare before replying. "I was caught short only mis past fortnight. Lady Mar­garet's ma
rried daughter had been visiting this past month and needed an escort of ten to return her to London. Sir Arnulph, another household knight, needed another ten to accompany him to Birkenham, where I sent him in my stead. And one of my bailiffs requested assistance with a killing at one of my man­ors, so I sent him a knight with five men just four days ago." When Sir William had gotten his crazy idea mat she could be taught to defend her own castle, and had quickly instructed the armorer to piece to­gether her mail. "I know the number is small. As I said, there has simply been no extra money for long now."

  "But you had your income from last year."

  "And more catastrophes this year than I care to mention. A fire at Roth Hill took every building in the bailey, including the grain sheds, only just replen­ished. The walls there have long needed repair, too, which was begun but not finished. More than a hun­dred sheep have been stolen, preventing me from sell­ing any, and my entire herd of cattle. I suspect Falkes de Rochefort had a hand in that. The cattle had to be replaced, as well as the horses for the garrison, though I still do not have enough for all my men. And—"

  "So from me you need money?"

  "Aye, but not overmuch, just enough to finish the repairs at Roth Hill and to meet any other emergen­cies occurring before Michaelmas. You already have men to increase the garrison, though Roth Hill and Brent Tower could use more as well. And it would not be amiss if we had more horses. Is this too much for you to meet?"

  His answer was accompanied with a surly glare. "You already know what I am worth and that this will not tax me at all. But what of the obligatory payment due from your vassals on your wedding?"

  " Tis due on the wedding of the lord's oldest daughter, but technically I am no longer that. I am now their liege lady, and there is no aid due on the wedding of their lord or lady. But that payment would only have offset the costs of the wedding, which will be no burden. Clydon has an abundance of food and stores. We were never in danger of starving."

  Ranulf was still so far dissatisfied he could barely stand it. How could she give all this to him, with almost naught in return? Granted, some man had to have it, but doubtless that Lord John or Richard she had wanted would have brought her untold wealth and the power of his family. There was where she was being shafted. He had no connections, no family to give aid, naught of power to draw on should the need arise. But she could not know that, or she would not have mentioned giving half her estate to him to re­main with his family on his death.

  Ranulf stiffened, recalling that and what it actually meant. He would have to speak to her about it, but not in front of the monk.

  Looking at the monk, he asked, "You are not writ­ing all of this down, are you?"

  "Nay, my lord, only the extent of the lady's hold­ings as will come to you through the marriage, the stipulations upon the death of either of you, and what you have agreed to pay for. I need only list now your holdings before you can return to Father Geoffrey to speak your vows. The legalities of these terms will be added later, the copies of the complete contract ready in the morning."

  Ranulf said nothing, loath to mention how little he was bringing to this marriage. But the monk was waiting. . . .

  "His marriage portion is seven thousand marks, to give it an even number," Lady Reina said without the slightest inflection in her tone. "Half his wealth."

  The monk was aghast at the small amount. "But-"

  "There are no 'buts,' " she cut in forcefully, only to add more moderately, "Sir Ranulf also agrees to give me children, protect my people and property to the best of his ability, and—and not to beat me, for as he is a man of such unusual size, one blow is like to kill me."

  All eyes turned to Ranulf to be treated to the bright color flooding his face. That last stipulation was un­heard of, for a man had a right to beat his wife if she was deserving of it, even if she was not. The monk would be the first to say so. And yet she had made a point that Ranulf had not considered. He did not dare take his fist to her as small as she was, for it was like to kill her.

  But children! To have it stated in contract that he could not ignore her. Did she think that was his in­tention, to take all she had and put her away some­where? It was a tempting notion, but he would not do it. Christ's toes! He was getting so much that it would be a matter of honor to treat her with the tenderest of care!

  "Do you—ah—agree to this, Sir Ranulf?" the monk asked with hesitancy.

  "Aye." He nodded grudgingly. "But I need a word with the lady ere the terms can be finished."

  So saying, he rose and snatched Reina's hand to pull her out of the room before she could gainsay him. She thought he meant to beat her now ere the contract was sworn to and he lost the chance. She had dared much considering she was in no position to make any demands at all. But she had gotten away with it. He had agreed before taking her out of the room.

  She held her breath when he stopped just outside the door. She wanted to squeeze her eyes shut, too, but did not want him to know she was afraid of him. If he did beat her, it was no more than she deserved for deciding to accept him. It was madness to be "un­der the rod" of such a man, a complete stranger. To be unable to gainsay him even if he sold her land. To have no rights whatsoever, not even to appeal in court without him. To allow him such control over her, a man who gave every indication of actively disliking her. But what was the alternative? An old, greedy man who would not care about Clydon, who only wanted to drain its wealth.

  She shuddered each time she thought of Rothwell, after what she had been told of him—and she had asked some of his men, not trusting Sir Walter any farther than she could throw him. At least this Ranulf would care for the land. That he had saved so long to own land told her that. And he was more than capable of being Clydon's lord. That really had been the de­ciding factor and why she had not tried to enlist the monk's help, which was no guarantee, really. Neither John nor Richard would be able to do as well as this giant when it came to actual fighting. From the size of him, 'twas doubtful anyone could beat him.

  "What was the reason, lady, for those ridiculous demands?" Ranulf demanded in a low rumble. "Think you I cannot see to you and yours?"

  Reina let out her breath. That had to be the softest she had ever heard him speak, and it boded well that he would not be stomping all over her.

  "Not at all. I think you will be quite able to protect Clydon."

  He was not sure he had heard her aright. A com­pliment! From her? Unbelievable!

  "That was not your sentiment earlier in camp," he reminded her.

  "Do not be stu—" She bit her lip. Jesu, she would have to learn to watch her tongue with this man. "Ah, I ask your pardon for what was said earlier. I was upset and did not really mean any of that.''

  "So if you think I am capable, why insist on seeing it in writing?"

  "That stipulation and the other were only a cush­ion, so to speak, to lessen the impact of the last."

  He was frowning now. "Which you press your luck in demanding at all."

  "True," she allowed, lowering her eyes to his broad chest. "But you have agreed. And as for mak­ing mention of children, I know 'twas unnecessary. To get me with child will be to your benefit, to strengthen your position should Rothwell or anyone else still think to have me by killing you."

  "You talk freely enough of the bedding, lady. Are you prepared for it?"

  She knew he asked that just to fluster her, and it worked. "Aye," she whispered.

  "Tonight?"

  Her eyes flew back to his. "But this is not the ceremony that counts! We must be wed again at Clydon, with my vassals and Sir Henry attending. I thought we would wait—"

  "And have you return to Clydon not truly wed, so once your vassals are there you can put me out? Nay, lady, you will have no grounds for annulment. You stipulated children, so we will get started on them soonest."

  She could feel her cheeks heating rapidly, and with it, her temper. He would do this just to get even with her. She was aware she did not attract him, that he
did not want to bed her. 'Twas likely he would never have gotten around to it if she had not embarrassed him by making demands about children in front of the others.

  Tight-lipped, she asked, "Is that all?"

  Surprisingly, his expression grew uneasy. "As it happens, that was not why I asked you out here."

  She could have said he had not asked but had dragged her out, but she did not belabor the point. Whatever it was he wanted to say was obviously dif­ficult for him to speak of.

  "You called me a baseborn knight."

  "And you admitted you were," she agreed, amazed that he might be embarrassed about that.

  "Then why do you mention my family when you know me to be a bastard?"

  ' 'I assume that one of your parents must be of rank, or you would not have been trained to knighthood. As it is usually the male who spreads his seed about with so little thought or care, I also assume it is your father who has the rank, not your mother. Am I wrong?"

  He was now tight-lipped and frowning again. "Nay, you have that right, too."

  "Is he dead, then?"

  "To me he might as well be. I have spoken to him only twice in my entire life, lady. I was nine ere he first deigned to notice me, though he knew about me well enough, for I was born in the demesne village."

  "But he must have acknowledged you, to have had you fostered."

  ' 'That matters not. He has his heir and has no need of me, nor I of him. Even should my half brother die, I would not accept aught from him now. 'Tis too late."

  "Fie on you, sir, to be so bitter," she dared to admonish him. "Your father could not overlook a le­gitimate heir to elevate you, and you should not—"

  "Did I say there was a legitimate heir, lady? My half brother is a bastard, too, but one younger than me by several years. His good fortune stems from having a mother who was a lady. A whore, but still a lady."