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  from him, she sat up with a groan. Dizziness descended.

  “What happened?”

  Jeremy stood and indicated Hercules. “Your gelding

  shied and threw you. For that, he should be punished.”

  “Nay!” Alicen surged to her feet to clutch Jeremy’s

  sword arm, then instantly regretted the action as fire

  roared through her brain. She swayed, but managed to

  subdue the pain by dint of will. “Don’t hurt him,” she

  implored. “Please.”

  Supporting her by the arms, Jeremy stared at her

  pale features, his mouth set in a grim line of self-loathing.

  “I but jested, Alicen. Another ill-conceived jest, I fear. I’d

  never harm Hercules. And I didn’t intend to—” He broke

  off, then finished silently, harm you.

  She squinted against more throbbing pain. “Is he

  injured?”

  “I think not. He didn’t fall.” When she started toward

  the horse, Jeremy quickly said, “Sit a while, Mistress. I’ll

  see to him.”

  Though her mind warned to flee, her body could not

  respond to the urge. Instead, she sank to the ground and

  cradled her head in her hands to keep from fainting. She

  started at a touch on her shoulder a few minutes later.

  “He’ll be sore for a time,” Jeremy said, “but he’s done

  himself no serious injury.”

  “I’m walking back to Landeyda,” Alicen declared as

  firmly as she could manage. That her statement made

  little sense never crossed her addled mind. She noticed

  Jeremy tying Hercules’ reins to Charon’s saddle. There

  was little else she saw, though, as a shaft of sunlight

  penetrated the trees and drove daggers into her eyes.

  She clenched them shut, trembling.

  Jeremy’s hand on her elbow steadied her. “You’ll ride

  with me.” His tone broached no discussion.

  Her eyes snapped open and turned to him. “I’m able

  to ride alone, Captain.”

  Seeing her terror, her defenselessness, stunned

  Jeremy. She looked like Manfred’s wife, and it galled to

  think he’d put such intense fear into Alicen’s emerald

  eyes. It also galled that the stubborn wench would never

  admit she needed aid, at least not his. Controlling his

  anger—at himself and at her—he untied her reins. Then

  he silently mounted Charon.

  Alicen struggled into her saddle then, leaning to

  retrieve the reins, immediately felt faint. Swaying, she

  yet managed to stay mounted and even took the lead.

  Again, the wild desire to escape the man riding with her

  sprang up, but she set a slow pace. It suited her reeling

  senses not to ride quickly. Despite the care she took,

  however, a stab of pain again made her cringe and bring

  her hand to the back of her head. She squeezed her eyes

  shut.

  Just for a moment. I’ll close them just a moment...

  Jeremy caught Alicen around the waist the very

  instant she began to topple from her saddle. He pulled

  her across his lap, startled by what this action made him

  feel. She weighed more than he had suspected. Solid.

  Strong. And he enjoyed her weight when he drew her

  close, enjoyed tucking her head ‘neath his chin. It

  somehow seemed right to hold her thus. To smell her

  fresh scent and feel her warmth against him.

  But concern ended sensual pleasure. She was

  seriously injured, else she’d never allow such contact

  between them. She needed proper care, and it fell to him

  to get it for her.

  He retrieved Hercules’ reins. A dead gallop would be

  imprudent, but he set as fast a pace for Landeyda as he

  dared. Alicen would not die. Amazed to find his grip on

  her tightening, he concerned himself with making the

  ride as smooth as possible. She’d endured enough pain

  that day.

  Remorse clawed at him. Had he not sought to best

  her in their constant battle of wills, she’d not have fled.

  Not have been injured. He swallowed bile. His animosity

  toward Alicen Kent had crumbled—he cared for her much

  more than wisdom dictated he should.

  Jeremy knew the exact moment Alicen awakened. Her

  body tensed, and she drew in a sharp breath. Half smiling,

  he tilted his head down to whisper in her ear, “Don’t shriek

  too loudly, Mistress. If you startle Charon, I’ll have to

  drop you to control him.”

  “Put me back on Hercules, Captain.”

  “As you wish, although I’ll ride with you. We wouldn’t

  want you falling off your saddle again.”

  Looking up slowly, Alicen caught the soldier’s brief

  smile. This teasing side both attracted and frightened her,

  and she was uncertain she liked it. However, she distinctly

  understood her feelings about being in his embrace. That

  felt entirely too good.

  And that terrified her.

  Why must the cur be so close when she lacked means

  to protect herself? She was drawn to a man she couldn’t

  love, and she wanted to resist, to make him release her.

  But her body hurt so, and she had no strength to push

  his comforting arms away. Slowly, she lowered her head

  back to his chest. The world spun less when her cheek

  rested against his doublet. Her eyes closed.

  “I didn’t fall off,” she grumbled. “I was thrown.”

  “You’ll not be thrown again,” Jeremy whispered back.

  “I’ll not allow it.”

  He wasn’t certain she heard. She’d fainted once more.

  ***

  Ned panicked when Jeremy dismounted, Alicen in

  his arms.

  “You blackguard, I’ll kill you for hurting her!”

  “Hercules shied and threw her, lad,” Jeremy said with

  calm firmness as he carried Alicen swiftly into the cottage.

  “Now come with me. You may kill me after you help me

  tend her.”

  He placed Alicen in her own bed as Ned stood in the

  chamber doorway, face blank. The boy clutched his

  stomach, looking pale and sick himself.

  Sensing his difficulty, Jeremy moved close and

  grasped Ned’s shoulder. “How does she treat head

  injuries?” he asked quietly.

  “I, I’m uncertain.” The boy’s chin quivered, and his

  eyes filled with tears.

  Jeremy smiled, though his stomach knotted with

  worry that the apprentice would be useless. “Think, lad.

  You must have seen her attend such maladies. What does

  she do?”

  Soak a cloth in cold water and place it on the injury.

  The voice filled Jeremy’s head just as Ned blurted

  out, “She, uhm, she uses cloths soaked in cold water.”

  Jeremy blinked, then asked the boy, “Where does she

  place them?”

  “On the injury.”

  As I said.

  Soldiers’ lives depended on awareness of everything

  around them, and Jeremy knew the only woman in the

  room was insensate. The voice was not Alicen’s, yet it

  wasn’t unfamiliar. “You see an enemy where none

  exists...” Nay! He refused to believe he heard Kaitlyn

  O’Rourke’s voic
e in his mind. The only thing he knew

  was that Alicen needed care.

  He turned to Ned. “Fetch what we’ll need. I’ll make

  her more comfortable.”

  Words easily spoken. But the moment he began

  removing Alicen’s clothes, keeping his mind on his task

  grew nigh impossible. Boots and chaperon afforded no

  trouble, but he suffered a racing heart and unsteady

  hands as he stripped off her muddy tunic, followed by

  her torn and sodden hose.

  Though he refrained from looking at what he

  uncovered, he could feel smooth thighs and shapely calves

  beneath his palms. Firm muscles and satiny skin wreaked

  havoc on his senses—but before he ruined them both,

  rationality prevailed.

  What in Jesu’s name was he thinking? He’d caused

  her injury—he had no right to entertain such desires.

  Steady, man, he warned himself. ’Tis neither time nor

  place for such folly. You’re no better than the brute she

  thinks you if you cannot refrain from lusting for a

  defenseless woman.

  That stark fact brought him control.

  Alicen lay helpless. He could ill afford to compromise

  her, could ill discern why he had to subdue his body, his

  base instinct. He clenched his jaw. As much as he desired

  Landeyda’s mistress, she wanted naught of his attention.

  And he could not take her and claim himself honorable

  afterward.

  “My apologies for bringing you such misery, lass,” he

  murmured. Raising her hand to his lips, he softly kissed

  it.

  Then he caught his breath, loosened the ties of her

  shirt, and drew the blanket above her breasts. By careful

  maneuvering, he managed to remove the garment without

  baring her to his gaze. With a sigh of relief, he adjusted

  the blanket around her.

  A glitter at Alicen’s throat caught his eye, and he found

  himself automatically reaching for the source. He turned

  the silver Celtic cross over in his fingers. Embedded in

  the wire frame were five distinct stones. Where had he

  seen gems set in that pattern before?

  Alicen’s apprentice burst into the infirmary, pulling

  Jeremy from his thoughts. Ned handed him the wet cloths,

  and he placed one against Alicen’s injury. Then he ordered

  the boy from the room.

  “I’ll take the first watch, lad,” he said when Ned

  protested. “You’ve other chores to see to, and the Duke

  to check. Replace me at mealtime, then I’ll return at dusk.

  Thus, she’ll be tended at all times, but we’ll not fatigue

  from our efforts.”

  “Can I trust her with you, sir?” Ned asked candidly.

  “I swear it.”

  “See that you keep your word,” the boy stated as he

  headed for the door. “Else I’ll keep mine.”

  And ‘tis certain I’ll help him do so, said that distinctly

  Irish voice.

  Jeremy spun around, but there was no one behind

  him. A fact that didn’t even surprise him.

  ***

  “What happened,” William asked as he stood in the

  chamber doorway.

  Jeremy motioned him to a stool without looking up

  from changing the cloth on Alicen’s injury. Instead, he

  explained in a few terse words.

  “Is there aught I can do?”

  “Nay, my lord. She broke no bones. And stood by

  herself momentarily just after her fall.” He used

  ministering to Alicen as an excuse not to meet William’s

  gaze. “I understand I must wake her every few hours

  through the night.” He was not about to tell William how

  he’d gained that knowledge—that a very feminine Irish

  voice had given it to him.

  “And how much of this is your responsibility?”

  Jeremy finally looked up, meeting his lord’s intense

  stare. He shrugged helplessly. “All of it.” He closed his

  eyes. “I frightened her so badly she fled from me. And

  then Hercules was startled...” Looking down, he realized

  he was crushing the damp cloth in his hand. “She could

  have been killed,” he whispered, barely able to suppress

  the shudder that thought gave him. “And I would have

  been to blame.”

  Eight

  “You know Sherford residents have little love for

  Harold. Do you yet suspect Alicen of treachery?” William’s

  voice held an edge.

  Jeremy shrugged at the question. “I’ve not located

  any supporters, yet they may exist.”

  “You’ve not answered my question regarding Alicen.”

  Sighing, Jeremy returned the used cloth to the basin

  and stretched his back. “She could certainly influence

  most of the shire’s residents.”

  “Against me? To what purpose.”

  “I know not.” Jeremy intently eyed his duke. “Should

  Kenrick learn you’re here, he could destroy us all.

  Landeyda’d not withstand his attack.”

  “You’ve yet to convince me Alicen is a foe,” William

  insisted.

  “And yet I don’t know that she’s not.”

  “Enough!” Glaring, the duke approached Jeremy.

  Though his voice was quiet, there was no mistaking his

  feelings. “I needn’t remind you of our debt to our hostess.

  Speak no more of her supposed disloyalty.”

  Jeremy nodded to indicate the point had been made.

  Only privately did he admit pure stubbornness kept his

  doubts alive. He wished for Alicen to be untrue, thus

  giving him reason to despise her...instead of what he’d

  recently begun to feel.

  ***

  “Have you struck a truce with Mistress Kent?” William

  asked four days later.

  He sat in a chair by the window, reading one of the

  seemingly endless communications they’d been receiving

  of late. A thick woolen blanket was draped across his

  lap, but he’d insisted the window be open to let in fresh

  air and light.

  Jeremy set aside the diagram he was working on.

  “We’re warily civil.” At his lord’s questioning look, he

  added, “And she’s not left the grounds since her accident.”

  He’d sought absolution from the guilt of causing her

  injury by circulating a rumor that she had taken to bed

  with a serious illness. He reasoned that, if no one sought

  the healer’s aid, she’d have time to mend. Yet the stubborn

  wench was up and about after two days’ rest! He knew

  she wasn’t entirely healed, as she retired earlier than at

  any time since they’d met. Guilt squeezed his heart.

  That and remembering the feelings holding her had

  brought. They posed incredible dangers, especially to his

  weary soul. Only distance from her could help him. Which

  was nigh impossible to achieve.

  With William yet weak, I cannot quit myself of her, he

  brooded. That meant resisting the desire to kiss away

  the trepidation in her eyes. His mouth twisted into an

  ironic smile. She would never stand for comfort from a

  soldier.

  “I like not that she’ll be alone after we depart,” William

  said into the
strained silence. “’Tis dangerous for a

  woman.”

  Jeremy shrugged and turned back to his diagram.

  “Solitary ventures suit her. She could chronicle this shire,

  having spent a dozen years at sickbeds. By escorting her

  about, I now know of all the residents, too.”

  William nodded in approval. “Ever the strategist.”

  “Knowledge prepares me for any event.”

  “I’m charging you with her safety until she is properly

  wed.”

  Jeremy’s head snapped up and around. “You truly

  wish to see her matched, my lord? I thought you but

  jested.”

  “Since this latest mishap, I feel most strongly about

  this.”

  “Who would pledge troth to her?” Jeremy wondered

  aloud. “The woman is, by any standard, unusual.”

  William cocked his head. “Unusual? She is completely

  unique! I’ve ne’er met a woman like her.” He frowned.

  “Singularity aside, however, she needs a husband, else

  we’ll leave her defenseless.”

  Jeremy stared out the window, heart beating dully at

  the portent of such words. She’s been alone for years.

  Why should aught be different now? Lost to his own

  musings, he didn’t see William studying him.

  “’Tis fascinating Alicen shares her learning with you.”

  Jeremy missed William’s smooth tone. “She’s recorded

  effective remedies for every malady she’s treated. A

  reference for the boy, does he choose to follow her

  calling...” His voice faded as he caught William’s amused

  expression. “My lord?”

  “In the past three years, you’ve noted little of any

  woman. Are you, perhaps, somewhat taken with the

  physician?”

  Jeremy knew his cheeks blazed, and used anger to

  cover his riotous emotions. “Taken by surprise or fever,

  taken by Death to the land beyond, but never taken by

  that woman!”

  He thought to leave, but Alicen’s entry cut off retreat.

  To hide his telling expression, he moved to the window. A

  few slow breaths steadied him. Knowing what this

  audience would entail and curious to see Alicen’s

  response, he turned, leaned back against the window

  casing and crossed his arms over his chest.

  “You sent for me, my lord?” Alicen glanced in Jeremy’s

  direction, looked back at the duke, then glanced at Jeremy

  again.

  William indicated a stool near the bed. “Please be

 

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