"Ah, yes, I see, much more important matters."
Iliana halted, staring up at him. "Do you think to mock me, sir?"
He looked all innocence, spreading his hands wide. "I would never be so bold." His grin gave lie to his words.
Iliana frowned, staring at his arm. "How is your wound today?"
"It is mending. The healing powder is a wonder."
"It looks as if it still bleeds." Iliana stared at a small dark stain at the center of the binding.
"The linen needs to be changed. I shall see to it," he said, shrugging.
Not sure how to deal with this man, Iliana let out her breath and shook her head.
"If you will excuse me, I have other duties that need my attention," she said, hurrying into the courtyard.
"Do not mistake my gentle humor, Iliana. I am heartily glad for your attention to the linens," he said, keeping pace. "Even after I am gone from this place, I will remember the scent of lavender in my bed."
Iliana stopped. "It is not a matter to laugh at -- you would be most unhappy should you awake in the morn with your head and body full of fleas." She walked away from him again and this time he did not follow.
"Iliana," he called.
She did not stop but quickened her step.
"I shall call for you after the noon hour." Before she entered the keep she looked over her shoulder to see him striding toward the inner courtyard and no doubt his war games. If he were to play today, he would reopen the wound. With a grimace of disgust, Iliana resigned herself to a day in his company.
And yet, she felt at war with herself. In her mind he was two men. The man who seemed as if he wanted to win her over, and the one who had come to claim the lands and people of Dutton Keep for himself.
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Erik smiled and pushed his fingers through his long hair, her mention of fleas giving him a sudden notion to scratch. His chambers were clean, but of course he'd heard of such infestations in these times. He sighed a bit with discouragement. He seemed only inches closer to piercing Iliana's defensive shell than when he'd first arrived. He could see she was determined to hold him at arm's length, and really, who could blame her? And then the discovery of Agnes' pouch had been a big mark against him.
He smiled though, thinking of the early morn. Her care of his wound, and then the desire he had seen in her eyes. Surely it was a good sign.
Erik entered the courtyard, taking note of a game of dice being played by Ulrich and several others in front of the stables. One of the washerwomen whose acquaintance he had made and who had offered to see to the washing of his garments, was hanging the morning's wash over rails and thin lines strung across her wash area, while children ran around the men playing at dice.
Erik watched the game, surprised to see Ulrich participating, as he usually stayed apart from the men -- and winning by the look of it. From time to time he'd wondered if Ulrich was different; he'd witnessed no meanness or brutality from that one. In fact, although his size was massive in comparison to most men, he seemed to stand apart from the many skirmishes that broke out.
As Erik drew near, one of the running children was shoved toward the dice game by another fellow, and he fell in the middle of a dice throw, landing on top of the dice. Erik hurried his steps as two of the men began yelling at the boy. That's when Erik realized it was young Edward.
One of the men reached for his knife just as Erik stepped up to him. "No," Erik said, getting in the man's face.
"The little rat ruined my throw. I was going for a hundred," the man snarled. "It was to be my win."
"Put away the blade."
Ulrich reached in and pulled the boy up by the back of his tunic and to his feet. "Go on, disappear," he snarled.
The wide eyed boy quickly took flight, scuttling away from the man with the knife.
"I'll run 'im down," the man with the knife said.
"Your name?" Erik said.
"Elwin."
"Elwin, you will not harm that child, not unless you want a fight on your hands," Erik said. He lowered his voice. "Look around -- and I'll be the first to knock you down." Men and women stood at the ready; brooms, wooden paddles, iron pokers within an arm's reach beside the stable. "I will have no bloodshed. If you wish to kill each other outside the walls, then so be it."
"I was winning," the man insisted.
Erik looked at the other men, five of them now on the fringe of their group. "Go on, disperse or I'll find each of you a job cleaning the latrines."
With tight lips the men disbursed, not daring to voice their disgruntled complaints within his earshot.
Edward moved from behind a pile of chopped wood. "Thank you, my lord Erik."
Erik looked at the boy. "Just Erik will do. You and your friends play away from their games."
The boy beamed at him. "Yes, sir, I most certainly will."
Erik watched Ulrich, but the other man ignored him. Pulling a piece of wood from a sack beside him, he began to whittle it.
"You carve. Can I see that?"
Without a word Ulrich handed him the piece of wood. Erik took the light chunk of wood about the size of his palm and studied it. "A pig?" He looked at Ulrich. "It's quite good. Is it a gift?"
Ulrich shrugged. "Nay. I whittle to pass the time."
Thinking back to the dragon that Iliana swore had begun as a wood carving, Erik handed it back. "What else do you carve?"
Ulrich studied him a moment, as if his words were suspect. Then he turned and walked into the stables. Curiously, Erik followed him. Ulrich pulled a leather pouch from a wooden peg on the stable wall, then held it out to him. Erik took the pouch, feeling its weight. He opened it and looked inside. Cows, horses, pigs, deer, geese...numerous animals had been carved out of various colored woods. He lifted a deer and studied it, turning it this way and that.
"You carve very well," he said. "What do you do with these?"
"They remain in the pouch."
"You carve beautiful wood creatures and they sit in this bag?"
"Aye." Ulrich shrugged, then asked suspiciously, "Why do you ask?"
"Just a curiosity." He hung the leather pouch back on the wood hook. "Lady Iliana was attacked by a wooden animal that came alive." He met Ulrich's glance squarely. "Do you carve dragons?"
Ulrich looked angry, and he spat on the dirt floor. "Nay." Without another word he turned and stalked from the stable.
Erik followed him. "That makes you angry?"
Ulrich glared at him. "I am a mercenary." He waved his arm at the yard. "As we all are. I get paid to fight, not to answer questions. I have work to do, men to train. If you think you can challenge the men, join us out in the yard."
"Not today. But I will take you up on that offer another day," Erik said.
Ulrich glanced at his arm, but otherwise did not respond.
Erik walked across the courtyard, pondering the carved animals, wondering if there was any significance to Ulrich's hobby -- or was he chasing false leads? Whichever it was, he knew he must find out what Ulrich hid and what he knew about Mandrak's plans.
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Iliana walked with Erik beside her, quite unsettled by his presence and the attention they were drawing from the festival goers. She wanted to remain aloof from him, but it was not to be. She actually found herself laughing as he made up stories about sailing the seas, diving for buried treasure and being chased by mer-men.
He laid his hand over his heart. "It is the truth. I swear."
"You swear?" She looked down as William squirmed in her arms. He wanted to get down on the grass and play with the other children. She placed him in the grass, keeping a watchful eye on his favorite carved sheep he held in his hand. She no longer trusted the little wooden animals, but William was quite attached to them and screamed when she took them away. She looked up at Erik. "And what would a man such as yourself hold dear, that you would swear upon it?"
He seemed to ponder her question quite seriously. "I swear upon my brother's life."
/> "You have a brother?"
"His name is Darien. Ah," he added with an exaggerated sigh, "I see the suspicion in your eyes, and you think me a liar." He looked away from her, toward the young men and women decorating the may pole in the middle of the field. "I have a brother whom I love very much." He looked at her, his eyes deep green and intense. "He traveled through time for the woman he loved, his dear wife Elise."
Iliana caught her breath. "Traveled through time?"
"Aye. As I have traveled through time for a woman."
She half turned from him, confused by his talk of time travel. "She is lost to you?"
"It appears to be so."
"I cannot credit you as a man in love." She frowned. "What would you know of time travel? You, a man who rides here to claim this keep?"
"True, I am here, but it is for your protection." He did not dare mention the search for the gem.
Iliana raised a brow. "I am well able to take care of myself." Iliana put a hand to her head. "You talk of things which are --"
"What?"
She looked around. "Forbidden." She looked up toward the blue sky, then the hills in the distance. "The dragons," she said in a low voice. "Do not tempt them with such talk."
"You say they are peaceful, yet fear letting them hear you talk of time travel?"
Iliana lifted William and nodded for Erik to follow. They walked a bit away from the festivities, to a small group of trees where log seats had been cut and laid out upon the yellowing grass. She sat down and placed William back on the grass at her feet. He grabbed at tiny yellow flowers that had managed to bloom in the dry and parched ground.
She pointed up toward the blue skies. "You see how they glide across the sky, moving back and forth, not bothering a soul? They are the keepers of the skies, the way in and out for those who seek to travel through time. It is whispered Mandrak came through the sky. Nothing has been the same since he arrived."
"There are other ways here than through the sky."
She looked at him sharply. "There is no other known way."
"I came by the sea," he said.
"By the sea?" Iliana stared at him. Did he tell the truth? The man was confusing, or was he just confused?
"Believe what you will." He came to his feet, hands on hips, staring at the hills around them.
"If I were to believe what you say, how would you go back by sea?" she asked.
"The way we came," he said, "through a vortex, a hole in the sea, but in truth, I am not sure if it will work." He frowned. "How do I make it open when I wish to leave again?"
Iliana felt a touch of excitement. Could it be true? Had he really time traveled by way of the sea? "You must tell me."
"First, I would ask a favor."
She tensed at his roguish grin.
"I would ask a kiss and in return I will tell you how I came by sea."
She looked at him coldly. She scooped up her son and began to walk back toward the revelers. She halted when his hand touched her shoulder. A small jolt went through her body, and it shivered down her back and across her neck. She turned, dislodging his hand.
"It would merely be an experiment," he said, eyes dancing. "But no matter, if you are not up to it, I will still tell you of my voyage by sea." His grin never wavered. "But now, come. Look over there." He pointed toward the middle of the field. "Surely you want to go around the maypole with the other ladies? Look at the grand time they're having."
Indeed they were. The young girls and men were winding themselves around the maypole that had been constructed in the middle of the field. Flowers and garlands adorned the area and long streaming ribbons of material had been fastened to the top of the pole.
He pulled her toward the gaily attired women. Many of the village girls Iliana knew by sight. She usually kept her distance from the villagers, helping them when she could, but she'd always felt they wished her as lady of the keep to remain at a distance. And so she had.
But today, all that seemed different. They smiled and motioned for her to join them. Again, she was tempted to drop the mantle of responsibility she wore day in and day out, to have a modicum of enjoyment enter her day and forget tonight's meal or tomorrow's business that must be planned and conducted.
"Yes, but only for a moment. William will enjoy it also." She surprised herself greatly when she smiled at the blond man beside her.
Rowenna was in with the young girls who had decorated the pole. She ran up to her now and held out her arms for William. "Come, mistress," she said. "I will care for the wee one. Join the maypole fun."
Iliana laughed. "All right." She looked down into her son's eyes, and she smiled at him. "William, you remember Rowenna, go play with her now." And Rowenna lifted William from her arms.
With a backward glance, she ran to the maypole and grabbed one of the brightly colored streamers.
Laughing, the women began to circle the pole and the men and boys joined in, faster and faster around they went. Iliana slowed down as her hair began to unloosen from the braids wound around her head, but she was urged from behind to keep moving. Laughing, she joined in the fun of the moment. More men joined them around the maypole and they began to become wound together within the ribbons.
Iliana found herself bound with the rest in the ribbons. She looked up at the male chest of the man she was suddenly wound into the ribbons with. Bright, clear green eyes. Erik. He had jumped in apparently at an opportune time and now they were wound together in the ribbon. She studied his face, inhaled his scent as it too wound around her. She found it not unpleasant, clean and surprisingly tangy, as if he'd bathed only that morning. His arm came around her shoulders and shielded her from the jostling of others about them. His strength was all around her and she almost felt a moment of lightheadedness come over her. How would it be if this was his true nature? How would she keep herself from caring for him, when he presented this softer side?
"It appears we are bound together," he observed.
"On May Day it is not taken seriously."
His face so close to hers bore quite a serious expression. Iliana felt the heat of his body warming her own.
"This game has borne out what I believe." His whisper teased at her ears so that only she could hear his words.
Uneasily, her stomach tightened. "And what is that?"
"We are meant to be bound together," he murmured.
She had a sudden urge to stand on tiptoe and touch her mouth to his, but she stood stiffly, reminding herself this man was her enemy. Feeling aflame, she was certain the burning in her body would start the ribbons on fire. How could she feel attraction to a man who was a mystery to her?
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Erik helped Iliana unwind from the streaming ribbons. They were the last ones out from the maypole. Some of the other couples had disappeared into the woods and for a moment, Erik wished that for himself and Iliana. Alas, that was not to be, and he felt somewhat shaken by the spell this woman had cast upon him, unwittingly or no.
He had hoped that his earlier suggestion of a mere kiss would shake a memory loose, perhaps jar a memory of the time they'd spent together. Yet, she still saw him as a scoundrel intent on stealing from her.
Erik felt like a horse chafing at the bit, impatient with this task which had been cast upon him. At the moment, he was uncertain how to extricate himself from this tangled web. How to make himself known and yet at the same time protect Iliana, her child and the people of the keep? He feared Mandrak might well slay all in his path if the notion took him. And of course there were the lives of his men resting on his shoulders.
This woman had reached to him from beyond time and now he'd found her only to realize she was still out of his reach. That knowledge ate at him sorely, but he kept his thoughts to himself as they were finally free of the ribbons. He would find a way to win her back.
Iliana looked about at the suddenly sparse fields. "I believe it is time I returned. I have neglected much this afternoon," she said quietly. She frowned. "Rowenna?" sh
e called, walking toward some gaily colored tents.
Erik also looked around, but he did not see the girl with William.
Iliana began to run toward the tents. "William. Rowenna --!"
She tripped and fell to one knee. Erik quickly helped her up, saw the panic on her face.
"I must find William."
"We shall find him," Erik said.
"Where can they be?" she asked, when they discovered a second empty tent.
Suddenly Erik saw a small bonfire around which people had gathered, just beyond the tents.
"There," he said. "There is the child." Rowenna was bouncing William merrily on her lap as she sat on a stump, other children around them. In their midst stood a young man playing a musical pipe. Several young men stood in a semi-circle, their heads together as Erik and Iliana approached.
Iliana hurried toward the bonfire.
"Calmly," Erik said behind her, "calmly now Iliana. He is well and happy."
She slowed her pace, and reached the small gathering. Rowenna turned to see her and smiled, then stood with little William in her arms. His face and hands were sticky with food and Rowenna reached down into a wooden bucket beside her and washed his face, then dunked his hands.
Erik felt Iliana's impatience, but she waited until the girl had washed him relatively clean. With a forced smile and a murmur, Iliana lifted the child into her arms.
"Good day, mistress," said Rowenna. Several of the young men stared at him, and he felt their mistrust and lack of enthusiasm to have him there. They stood with clenched fists, nudging at each other, eyes dark and sullen. Combined with the empty ale jugs on the ground, their dark looks made him wary for the safety of Iliana and the child.
"Good day," Iliana said and she turned back toward him. He saw the look on her face, the way she held William to her breast and closed her eyes, dropping a kiss on his dark, tousled hair.
Then she started across the field and the path to the keep.
Erik watched the group for another moment, then fell into step beside her.
"Do not ever tell me how to conduct myself where my child is concerned," she said stiffly, staring straight ahead. He heard the strain in her voice, the trembling of remembered fear.
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