By the time Henry had returned from his meeting with the other landowners, Olivia had the dinner prepared. They dined on more of the same bread and cheese, along with slices of smoked ham, fresh green onions and ripe tomatoes from the vegetable garden, tart pickles, and slices of crisp apple from the grove down by the pond.
After they finished, Henry retired to his study with the bottle of whiskey. Elizabeth went to her bedroom to light her fireplace, and to cross stitch before retiring for the evening. She just hoped he would succumb to the effects of the alcohol before he wanted to try yet again in his heavy-handed, demanding way for a son.
Chapter Two
William grinned as the wind ruffled his shaggy dark hair and he squinted his brown eyes against the sun. His horse, King, huffed at the dust in the air and pawed at the ground between the trees where they waited.
The tall, broad-shouldered man ran his hand down the horse’s whither and admired the well-muscled animal. He had always been a good companion and a faithful friend, even when William would talk his ear off with all sorts of random mutterings about the state of the countrymen he encountered.
William pitied the working man as he strained his back in fields that did not even belong to him, and he detested the nobleman who cracked the whip over that back. He much preferred his life, not that it was ever much of a choice, but he could not imagine answering to either master—the field that demanded so much or the landowner who demanded even more. Some would envy him his freedom, but some would pity him for his lack of roots.
His band of friends would be meeting up soon, in the clearing just on the other side of the pond, and he knew he should get going. But he did love these fall days, when the sun was still warm but the wind had started to whisper of the winter chill. He did hope that one of the men had found some food that day, because the rumbling in his stomach was starting to irritate him.
He mounted the horse and urged him into a walk. He loved to tell people that he had named the horse King, so that he would always be in the company of royalty wherever he went. They were planning an outing for some time in the next few days, and he was looking forward to the adventure and hopefully the spoils of their personal private war. He liked to think that they were raging against the heavy-handed nobility, but some of their group simply did it for the fight and the gold.
Some of their party rode on horseback while others traveled on foot. It gave the group an advantage overall, with more flexibility in their approach, and easier to split up after the fact. William liked the speed he gained from King, and he could carry more when the need demanded.
As he approached the pond, his watchful and trained eyes noticed the gathering group of bedraggled and battle-scarred men on the other side. He grinned at the sight of his nomad family and prodded King to move faster. He tended to be the leader of the group, not by any formal decision or acknowledgement, but by the sheer force of his personality and experience.
The wind ruffled his dark hair again and he shook a stray curl from his eyes. The men waved and beckoned to him when they caught sight of him, and King broke into a run at pressure from his heels. When he arrived at the group, he dismounted and walked King to the pond for a drink before grabbing an apple from the tree above him, settling into the grass with his back up against the trunk.
“The shopkeeper in town was kind enough to loan us this,” one man grinned as he leaned over to hand William a bundle of brown paper.
His mouth watered when William unwrapped it and found generous chunks of buttered bread. He tried to eat it slowly and savor the taste, but his hunger won the battle and he ended up scarfing it down along with the borrowed apple.
“Many thanks,” he mumbled in a voice muffled by the first meal he had had in over a day.
As William ate, the others finalized their plan. It seemed that the owner of the land they rested on was going to be away for some sort of business the next day, so it was the ideal time. The landowner usually traveled with his protective guard, which would leave the house and lands unprotected, save a few servants and the field workers. It was always easier to take on the wife and the handmaidens, than the homeowner and his private soldiers.
William nodded his approval enthusiastically, and looked around the group for a telltale flask to wash down his dinner. A hand appeared above his head and he gratefully accepted the offer of ale.
The group had no real intentions in mind when they had chosen this estate to plunder. It seemed generous and wealthy, and almost assuredly had something for everyone. Some of the men were looking for gold and jewels, others searched for women to assault. One or two of them always checked the stables for extra horses. And nearly always the youngest of the group, a boy of about thirteen or so, was assigned to the kitchen and larder for anything he could grab easily.
Full and content, the men all settled into the clearing and grove for the evening. It was a good spot to call home for the night, with the protection of the trees, and the water for the horses. They wanted to be alert and nearby as soon as the man left his castle so they could move in and move on.
Chapter Three
William and his band were up with the sun, splashing cold water over their faces and finishing up the last of the food that had been borrowed in town. They each checked their weapons and clapped each other on the shoulders for support. There was always a risk in these raiding parties, but so far they had been lucky to escape serious injury or capture.
Inside the estate, Elizabeth’s attendant had returned from her day off and was rousing her for breakfast. The dogs were making more noise than usual, so Elizabeth got up more quickly than usual, since she was already half-awake anyway.
The young woman, Mary, helped Elizabeth dress for the day and twisted her hair into the topknot before cinching her into the corset and dress. Breakfast was simple, hot tea and warm bread and fried eggs. Elizabeth dined with Henry that morning, as he slammed his meaty fist into the table and droned on about some deal he was going to make.
She knew how these transactions and dealings went down. Henry would go over to someone else’s estate, drink and eat all day, no doubt availing himself of a serving girl or two, and then some handshake agreement was made when the wine was finished and the girls were dismissed. She enjoyed the reprieve from his company and never minded if the agreements took more than one day.
Henry headed to the stables to pack up the carriage, and he rode off down the dirt road with his protective guard on horseback to flank the carriage. Elizabeth shook her head, wondering if he was really in need of that much protection, or whether it was simply a show of wealth and self-importance.
She had already been into town the day before, so probably had no need to return so quickly. She had to space out her spending for fear of Henry’s anger when he received the bill. She was almost certain that the shopkeepers inflated the prices anyway, and she did not need to bear the cost for that.
As she chatted with Olivia, the cook, the noisy dogs out front picked up their chatter. They were baying and barking as something, but it could always have been a fox in the henhouse.
As Elizabeth headed upstairs to find something to occupy herself, she thought she heard a strange noise in back of the house. As she turned towards the window in her bedroom, she heard a door slam and she caught sight of a young boy darting towards the house through the vegetable garden, grabbing things off the vine as he ran.
A scream from downstairs made her whirl away from the window and dart across the room to shut her door. She tried to close it silently and to slide the bolt without making that screeching noise, but she was unsuccessful. She had to decide whether to bolt the door loudly or whether to leave it unlocked silently. She bolted it despite the metal on metal screeching, and ran to the corner of the room to crouch between her needlepoint easel and the stone wall.
Elizabeth could hear movement and rustling from everywhere in the house as she hid. Muffled voices snuck through the cracks in the stones but she did not recognize any of
the voices, but they were all male. She was worried for Olivia and felt terrible she had left her alone downstairs in the kitchen.
She could hear footsteps outside of her room and she held her breath, hoping that no one would think to open one small unmarked wooden door. The door rattled in its hinges as someone tried to open it and she knew she was discovered. The raiding party would, of course, want inside the one locked door. She cursed herself silently for not leaving it unlocked.
William grinned to himself. There was something that warranted protecting behind the locked door, he was certain of that fact. All of the other doors he had tried were unlocked and the group had been helping themselves to clothing, blankets, and any kind of valuables they found. He had faith that the young boy was successful in the kitchen and they would dine well that evening.
Elizabeth gasped loudly when the door splintered at the lock as the heavy black boot crashed into it. William strode into the room as though he already owned it. The room was not the great treasure store he had hoped for; instead it was a simple bedroom. It was tidy, the bed was made and the curtains were pulled at the window and in the corner where the dresses were stored.
Elizabeth tried to pull herself into a smaller ball, the cold rough stones biting into her exposed upper back. William stopped his tour of the room and she could see a pair of dirty black boots resting just on the other side of the easel stand. She held her breath and prayed.
The stand rattled as he bumped it with his elbow and her breath escaped in a soft exhalation. The toes of the boots turned towards her and she felt her own eyes widen. With her breath held, her bosom threatened to escape from the top of her dress but the corset felt looser.
She exhaled loudly when suddenly a male face appeared above hers with a leering grin.
“Well hello there,” he boomed. “What are you doing on the floor?”
“I…I… Y-You…w-what…” she stuttered and gasped for breath. The thick Scottish brogue was difficult to understand, but she fully understood the implications of his presence.
His rough calloused hand grabbed her bare shoulder and hauled her up from the floor.
“I do believe I have found myself the Missus,” he announced to no one.
“Unhand me, Sir!” She became indignant at the rough treatment.
“Oh I think I caught me a prize. What kind of rogue would I be to let it go?”
He was strongly muscled and well over six feet tall, so he had no problems man-handling her onto his shoulder and carrying her out of the house. Olivia tried to block his path but he simply pushed her aside.
William tossed Elizabeth on her stomach over King’s back, and mounted the horse smoothly. Elizabeth was able to raise her head just enough to see Olivia screaming from the open kitchen door as the entire raiding party disappeared over the hill.
Chapter Four
As King led the charge away from the estate, Elizabeth bucked and struggled on his back. William left one large firm hand on her lower back to hold her on the horse, and tried to steer King one-handed.
“If you don’t settle down, he will throw you,” he warned in a low tone. “And he won’t be gentle about it.”
Elizabeth imagined being hurled to the ground and stopped thrashing.
“If you can behave yourself, I’ll let you ride the horse like a person instead of a sack of potatoes.”
She turned far enough to glare at him, but did not struggle.
The group converged on the clearing next to the pond again and Elizabeth could hear several gravelly male voices as she stared down at the grass and the dirty boots.
“Ooo, boy, William caught us a live one,” one voice whooped.
“Thank you for telling her my name,” William hissed through gritted teeth.
Elizabeth heard the dull thud of a hand striking a body, and from her particular vantage point, she watched as the smaller pair of boots disappeared off to one side from the larger pair that stood directly beneath her. She could feel all of the eyes on her and she lay still meekly, until William wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her off.
She felt her feet touch the ground and she coolly regarded the man who had physically tossed her around so easily. He towered over her by well over a foot. In fact, he would have towered over Henry by at least seven or eight inches. His shoulders seemed as wide as her leg was long and his dark hair blew in shaggy curls around his deep brown eyes. His face had seen sun and wind and battles, but he had kept the strong jawline and the smile crinkles around his eyes.
“Gentlemen,” he said with an exaggerated courtly bow towards the gathering, “I give you the lady of the house.”
She looked around and saw a group of about eight men, including the young boy she had spotted from her window, and truly felt scared for the first time.
“Who are you people? Where are you from?” she whispered. Her fear rattled her voice and she twisted her hands together.
“We aren’t from anywhere; we are from everywhere,” William said with a wide grin.
“What are you doing on this land?”
“We’re just borrowing a few things, for a little while.”
She turned away from the group and faced William again, realizing that he seemed to be the leader and was the only one talking to her anyway.
“I’m not certain my husband will pay any ransom.”
Her jaw was set in defiance, but he could see something far beneath the anger. Deep inside her ocean blue eyes, he saw resignation and fear and sadness. He had intended to let a couple of his band enjoy themselves at the expense of her virtue, but in an instant he changed his mind. If she proved more trouble than she was worth, he could always toss her back. He did that with the little fish that were not worth the effort to clean.
“Thomas,” William turned away to address he young boy. “What did you find us to eat?”
The boy’s knapsacks were overflowing and he grinned happily.
“Oh I did very well, Sir,” he replied as he set the bags on the ground. “The cook, she tried to bop me with the skillet, but I got away.”
Elizabeth suppressed a grin at the thought of Olivia chasing this boy around the kitchen with her best frying pan.
Thomas started pulling out the haul and laying it all around the group on a horse blanket. It looked as though he had cleaned them out, including the hen house and vegetable garden.
He laid out fresh eggs, tomatoes, green onions, potatoes, carrots, smoked ham, bread, cheese, pickles, and jams. She marveled at the amount of food he was able to gather in such a short time, and she found herself hungry as she eyed the extent of the spread. The men attacked the blanket buffet as though it were the last virgin on Earth.
She sat down and rested against the base of an apple tree while William handed her bits and pieces as they ate. She knew that she was not as hungry as the men, but she was indignant that she got leftovers of the food from her own house.
As the food disappeared, William cautioned them to be smart because they never knew where the next meal was coming from. One of the other men started gathering up what was left, and to soothe the protests, produced several large flasks of ale and wine.
In the midday heat, the men drank thirstily until Elizabeth realized she was soon going to be surrounded by several drunken strangers who would probably not bat an eye at ripping her dress off and taking turns at her body. Some of them started to doze off and she considered an escape plan until she realized that her head captor was studiously sipping at the flasks as they were passed around, but that he was only pretending to drink.
The young boy started dividing out the food he had contributed, and Elizabeth watched with confusion. Once each man had a portion in front of him except for William who received two portions, William stood and clapped his hands to garner their attention.
“We’ve had our fun for the day lads, but it might be best to scatter to the wind for a little while.”
They all nodded their agreement. As the group started to disperse,
William waited until they had all gone in separate directions before he turned to address Elizabeth.
He found himself distracted by the swell of her bosom in her fine lacy bodice, and the softness of her skin as it glowed in the fading sunlight. Her blue eyes still glared up at him defiantly but he grinned. This tiny slip of a woman was no match for his Highlander ways and woodsman ingenuity.
“You’re coming with me,” he grinned as he helped her up onto King.
She was grateful he let her ride the horse this time, instead of being slung on top like an extra blanket. The sun set behind the estate as they were the last to leave the clearing. Elizabeth’s head drifted to thoughts of Henry returning to a raided house and a missing wife, but she knew that a raided house would fetch her a night from hell so she may as well be with this handsome stranger.
Chapter Five
After about an hour of riding under the cover of darkness, William and Elizabeth could see a small wood and stone house hidden in a grove of trees.
“There we go,” he murmured softly.
She rode behind him with her arms around his waist tightly and her cheek pressed against his back. He felt strong and solid and smelled of the woods. She tried not to think of the heat that threatened to blossom in her body, knowing that they would soon be alone in that house.
The trees had been removed from the immediate area surrounding the house, and provided a nice amount of open space which was occupied with a vegetable garden and a small hen house. It almost looked like a miniature version of Henry’s estate, without the stables and field workers’ huts.
William dismounted first and tied King to a nearby tree before lifting Elizabeth off. His hands fit easily around her entire waist and as he set her down, she found herself sliding her hands from his shoulders down his broad chest slowly.
He looked down at her with a quizzical look and stepped away quickly.
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