Geoffrey refused to acknowledge his wife sitting beside him. He had no wish to cause a commotion, to give those watching the impression that his wife did not fear him, that she was disobedient. Later, he thought with a scowl, later he would see to her punishment.
Elizabeth felt the threat of immediate danger pass. The wind cooled the goosebumps on her skin. Odd, she thought, but she hadn’t realized how nervous she had become. Why, she was almost frightened! Almost, she reminded herself.
It was hard not to smile, but Elizabeth did her best. It was not so very difficult training a new husband, not too difficult at all.
You have much to learn, Elizabeth, Geoffrey thought with irritation. He judged it would not be a difficult task, once his new wife understood his rules, his way of thinking. Not too difficult at all.
Geoffrey cleared his throat and tried to remember what he had been saying when the interruption occurred. “Where was I?” he muttered over his shoulder to Roger. The vassal bent down and said a few words into his lord’s ear but stopped when Geoffrey nodded.
“The charge against you is grave indeed. Did you understand that it is forbidden to hunt in your lord’s forest?”
“I understood the rules, Baron,” the leatherworker replied. “I have been a loyal freeman to Thomas Montwright for many years.”
Several men in the crowd nodded their agreement. Elizabeth knew the man standing before her husband and wondered what charge had been brought against him. He was called Mendel, she recalled, and he possessed a gentle nature. She could not imagine Mendel guilty of any crime, grave or small. Elizabeth fought the urge to ask her husband who had brought what charges against the man, but decided to wait. Being throttled in front of a crowd did not appeal to her.
“The charge is hunting within the lord’s forest,” Geoffrey restated, “and while it is my understanding that Lord Thomas, rest his soul, allowed the hunting of some animals, the deer was off limits to all but himself. Yet you were seen dragging the dead carcass.”
“I do not deny it,” Mendel answered. “I did kill the animal, but there was good reason.”
Elizabeth almost nodded her encouragement but caught herself in time. It was extremely difficult to stay an impartial witness to the proceedings, and she only then realized the weight her husband carried. Justice was a heavy burden.
“State your reason,” Geoffrey ordered.
“The deer was injured and in pain,” Mendel replied. “The front right leg was broken. I do not know how it happened, but when I came upon it, I could see the agony. I made a clean kill to stop the pain and was bringing the carcass when I was intercepted by your soldiers. That is the truth as I know it,” Mendel said.
“Is there one here who can give testimony to this man’s good faith?”
“Aye, my lord,” called out a voice. The crowd parted, and Maynard, the stable master, walked to the center.
“State your case,” Geoffrey said.
“I have known Mendel many years, my lord, and have always found him to be honest and truthful.”
“Roger? Did you check the animal as I instructed?” Geoffrey asked.
“Aye, Baron. The bone was broken,” he said.
“Tell me this, Mendel. Why were you in the forest? To hunt rabbits, perchance?” he asked, his tone mild.
“Nay, my lord. I have paid a pence and one-half for the privilege of keeping two pigs within the area, and I was but checking on them.”
“Uhmmm,” Geoffrey grumbled. He stared at the man before him for a long minute while the crowd shuffled from foot to foot.
“I find you innocent, Mendel.”
The crowd was pleased. A cheer rolled through the crowd and Elizabeth smiled her pleasure.
Elizabeth found herself content to sit beside her husband for the next two hours and listen as one after another came before their lord to state their grievances.
By the time court was done, Elizabeth had a better understanding of how her husband’s mind worked. His questions were always direct and to the point; yet when two men told opposite stories, Geoffrey was quick to find the truth. Seeing him as judge made her feel more confident that he would be able to find and punish all those responsible for her family’s deaths.
The crowd began to disperse, and Elizabeth thought it wise to excuse herself before her husband turned his attention to her. She had no wish to push him too far with this first lesson in just where her place was.
She was, unfortunately, not quite quick enough. Her husband’s hand rested on her arm like the weight of three trebuchets. “Because Belwain and his men are about, I have today allowed your bold behavior.” He squeezed her arm and added, “I have made an exception, wife. Do you understand?”
“I hear you, my lord, though I do not know why you are so displeased. My mother always sat beside my father. It is the way of things,” she said, looking at him with innocence.
“It is not the way of things,” her husband answered. His voice had risen in volume and the scar on his cheek grew a starker white against his tanned skin, a dead giveaway, Elizabeth had learned quickly, that he was indeed angry. He applied more pressure on her arm, willing her to lose her calm expression.
“It is not?” Elizabeth asked with as much innocent surprise as she could muster. She placed her hand gently on top of his. “I have only my parents’ example to follow, my lord.”
Geoffrey released the hold on her arm and pulled his hand free. “It is not proper to touch as this in public, wife.” He sighed when she did not agree with him, knew she did not from the look on her face. Why, she seemed fairly amazed with his statement. “This is not the time for a discussion, Elizabeth,” he decided aloud. “Tonight I will take the time to instruct you in your duties and your place.”
“I look forward to the lesson,” Elizabeth replied, trying hard to keep the irritation out of her voice. And tonight I will instruct you, my lord, she thought.
Geoffrey considered his wife, glimpsed her anger, and was surprised by it. Didn’t she realize how patient he was being with her? He guessed she did not, and felt great frustration. She had been through a great deal and he knew her emotions were strained to the limit of her endurance. For that reason he would continue to be patient.
Where had he received his ideas? Elizabeth asked herself. Not to touch in public? To show no affection except at night, in the privacy of their bedroom? Ridiculous, she scoffed to herself. There was nothing wrong with husband greeting wife with a kiss, or wife placing a chaste kiss upon her husband’s cheek when first they met during the day. Who had raised him? A pack of wolves perhaps? She knew his parents were now dead, Roger had told her that, but what were they like with each other when her husband was a little boy? Did they never show any affection for each other? Perhaps there was no love between them, she decided. But then, there is no love between Geoffrey and myself, yet. It was too soon for love, wasn’t it? And wasn’t the touching, the showing of consideration for each other, a necessary beginning for true and lasting love to grow? Oh, what a confusion! Elizabeth’s head felt like it was spinning with all the rules her husband kept hinting at. Am I the one so amiss in my thinking? she asked herself. Is it wrong to wish for laughter and shared secrets, an occasional embrace to show a specialness for one’s spouse? A longing for these very things brought loneliness and sadness. Without another word to her husband, Elizabeth stood up and took her leave, walking slowly back into the hall. Sara immediately intercepted her, and Elizabeth thankfully put her confusing thoughts concerning her husband and his behavior aside. There was work to be done.
An hour later, Elizabeth felt very much like a limp rag. It appeared to her that no order could be undertaken until Elizabeth herself said the words, sometimes again and again until the servants understood just what she wanted. Most of the servants were untrained in the tasks she requested, and Elizabeth kept her patience. They were doing the best that they could.
“If Gerty breaks another cup we will not have enough for the drinks, Sara,” Elizabeth
muttered when she heard a third crash.
Sara might have answered but Elizabeth couldn’t hear her over the wail coming from outside. She recognized the voice and knew little Thomas was terribly upset about something. Just as she was about to see what the problem was, the doors burst open and the little boy came flying into the great room. Roger was right on his heels, trying to grab the wolfhounds, who were busy nudging the youngster in his shoulder blades, propelling him along.
“They think you are playing, Thomas.” Elizabeth found she had to yell over his screams to be heard. She grabbed Thor, the bigger of the two animals, by the fur on the nape of his neck, while she watched Roger lunge for and miss the other, falling to the floor with a loud clatter. She almost fell down herself when her brother tackled the back of her knees and clung to her skirts. “Stop that screaming,” Elizabeth yelled, “or I will give you something to yell about.”
“Amen to that,” Roger muttered, struggling to stand up. It was a difficult task, for Garth, a most affectionate dog, was standing with front paws on the knight’s chest to give him better advantage while he licked at the scowl on Roger’s face.
“What is happening here?” Elizabeth and Roger both looked up and saw Geoffrey standing in the doorway. Even little Thomas peeked out from behind Elizabeth’s back to look at the lord. Elizabeth decided that her husband, legs braced apart and hands on hips, looked quite exasperated. But then, so was she. Another crash resounded in the background, and Elizabeth felt like grinding her teeth in reaction.
“Come here, Thomas,” Geoffrey commanded. His voice was harsh, and Elizabeth immediately wanted to shield her small brother from her husband’s anger. She did not think that Geoffrey would harm the lad, but she worried that his hard words would upset her sensitive brother immensely.
Geoffrey pulled the dog off the knight with one sure motion. “Sit,” he told the animal, and praise be, the dog decided to obey. “I am waiting, boy,” Geoffrey told her brother, folding his arms across his chest.
Couldn’t he use a little gentleness in his tone when addressing such a small child? Elizabeth asked herself. She frowned at her husband, hoping he would see her displeasure and soften his commands.
Little Thomas saw that both dogs had quieted, and making a wide circle around the dog his sister held, he ran to Geoffrey.
“Was that you I heard all the way from the walls, bellowing like an infant?” he asked the boy.
His reference to a baby had the desired effect. Little Thomas quit crying and wiped his tears away with the sleeve of his tunic. “I do not like them,” he stammered. “They want to bite my arms off.”
Elizabeth could not keep silent any longer. “That is nonsense, Thomas,” she snapped. “See how their tails wag? They only do that when they are happy.”
“I will keep the dogs chained a while longer, Thomas,” Geoffrey said. “But from now on, it will be your duty to take them their food and see that they have enough water. And if I hear that you have not done this duty, you will be punished. Do you understand me?”
“I will do it, my lord,” Thomas answered. “And I won’t be afraid. If the dogs are tied, they cannot bite me.”
Geoffrey let out a sigh and nodded. “No, they cannot bite you, and after you have seen to their food, they will grow to rely on you.”
“Mistress?” Sara called from behind. “The new vat of ale has been spilled. It was an accident.”
Elizabeth closed her eyes against Sara’s excuse for yet another accident. “See that it is cleaned up, Sara,” was her only reply.
“I will chain the dogs,” Roger interrupted. “Lad, you come with me.”
The call that someone was approaching the gates stopped the knight’s action. He looked at Geoffrey and then grabbed Thomas, slinging him up and over his shoulder.
“We have company,” Geoffrey announced. He was looking at his wife as he spoke. “Your grandfather.”
His calmly stated news lifted the fatigue and frustration from Elizabeth. Joy welled up and she all but hugged her husband. “He is truly here?” she asked in a breathless voice, smoothing her hair in an unconscious gesture.
Geoffrey watched the excitement in his wife with a hint of a smile. He was pleased that she was happy with his news, and decided that he liked it considerably when she smiled. Soon, he thought to himself, she will realize her good fortune, and she will smile like that at me. Not that it truly mattered, if she smiled or not. Still, it would make for an easier arrangement. He did not ask himself why that was so, why he liked to see her content, for he considered it insignificant. Happy or not, she belonged to him. That was the way of things. “You are pleased?” he found himself asking Elizabeth.
“Aye, my lord, most pleased,” Elizabeth answered, clasping her hands. She started to hurry past him then, intent on greeting her grandfather, but Geoffrey’s hand stayed her.
“We will greet him together,” he announced.
Elizabeth realized that that was the proper way and nodded her agreement. Geoffrey let go of her arm and walked beside her to the top of the steps leading to the courtyard.
The gates opened with her husband’s order, and her grandfather, riding a white charger Elizabeth had not seen before, came galloping into the courtyard. He was dressed, as he always was, in gray tunic and hose, with the fur of some wild animal’s skin draped as a cape over his shoulders and around his feet. Another band of fur covered most of his white-blond hair, tilting over one blue eye like a patch. He stood proud and tall, this radical grandfather of hers.
If Geoffrey was amazed by the figure dismounting before him, he hid his feelings well. Elizabeth glanced up at him, a smile on her face.
Her grandfather was an extremely tall man with a gait as enormous as his build. As bold as ever, he smacked the back of his horse and sent him flying away and then turned to walk toward Elizabeth.
“I came as soon as your word reached me,” her grandfather began in his powerful voice. “You are the baron here?” he asked.
“I am,” Geoffrey acknowledged.
The giant nodded while he studied the man standing next to his granddaughter. When he was through with his appraisal, he nodded again and turned his attention to Elizabeth. “You have no greeting for your grandfather?” he asked in a soft voice.
He was watching her closely, saw the fatigue in her eyes, the lines of worry.
Elizabeth needed no further urging. Nor did she turn to her husband for approval. She ran down the steps and threw herself into her grandfather’s open arms, clasping her hands behind his neck. “Thank God you have come,” she whispered into his ear as he lifted her high into the air.
“We will talk later, child,” her grandfather whispered back. In a louder voice he said, “You are well, little Viking?” using his pet name for her.
“I am no longer little Viking, Grandfather, but a Baroness. Put me down and I will introduce you to my husband,” she said. She glanced over at Geoffrey, read his scowl, and added, for his benefit and his pride, “My husband is a most patient man when my behavior becomes improper.”
Although he knew the man holding his wife was her grandfather, he still found himself irritated that another touched her.
The grandfather placed Elizabeth back on the ground, gave her another enthusiastic hug, and then turned to Geoffrey.
Looking at the warrior, he said, “Granddaughter, was the marriage forced?” There was a hint of a threat in his voice, but Geoffrey remained composed. He too turned to his wife and waited her response. Her words would determine his action.
“No, Grandfather, it was not forced.” She was looking at her husband as she spoke, her expression serious. “I am most content.”
Geoffrey’s shoulders seemed to relax a bit to Elizabeth’s way of thinking, though he still did not smile. But then he rarely smiled, Elizabeth reminded herself. Why, coaching a bit of lightheartedness into his expression was as difficult as trying to force the sun to shine during a rainstorm. It was simply beyond her power.
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bsp; Her grandfather’s voice interrupted her wonderings. “Then, why the hurry, I’m asking. I would have liked to see you wed,” he said.
“There was so much chaos that my husband thought it best to hurry the vows. And it would not have been proper to celebrate the event after what took place here, Grandfather.”
“Still another reason to wait,” her grandfather argued. He still hadn’t taken his gaze from the tall warrior, and Elizabeth noted that the friendliness was gone from his tone. He antagonizes, Elizabeth realized as she watched him fold his arms across his chest and continue to stare at her husband. What was his game, his purpose? she asked herself, growing worried.
“It was my decision,” Geoffrey answered. His tone matched her grandfather’s and Elizabeth thought the two resembled hostile opponents now. “Do not dare to question it.”
Geoffrey well knew he was being tested, though he did not understand the reasoning. Regardless of the motive, it was time he showed this new challenger who was in charge.
“You do not kneel before me,” Geoffrey said. “You have failed to give me your pledge, though you know I am baron here.” His hand settled on the hilt of his sword, a silent message that he was prepared to battle if necessary.
“I am an outcast,” her grandfather answered. “You would consider my pledge honorable? Binding?”
Geoffrey nodded. “I would.”
The scowl left her grandfather’s face as he considered his next move. “Know you all the facts, my lord? I am Saxon, full blood, and once a noble. Still you ask my fealty? I have no lands to protect.”
“I would have your loyalty or your life. The decision is yours.”
Elizabeth could not understand what was happening between the two men. Fear swept over her as she watched the mental battle going on between her husband and her grandfather. His life? He had demanded his fealty or his life? No, she wanted to scream, do not ask this. He is his own man, loyal to no one but his family. Family! Aye, she realized, that was the key to this frightening game the two played. Was Geoffrey demanding acceptance by asking the pledge? And if so, why?
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