The Agents of William Marshal Volume II: A Medieval Romance Bundle

by Kathryn Le Veque

  “This is something very new for me,” he admitted quietly. “Is this how a woman normally behaves? That is to say, are you sure she was only thinking of me?”

  William fought off a grin. “Of course I am,” he said. “She certainly wasn’t doing it to be cruel.”

  Keller seemed rather perplexed by the thought. “Women can be domineering,” he said. “I have seen it. Are you sure she wasn’t trying to dominate me?”

  William couldn’t help the smile. “God’s Bones, de Poyer, of course not,” he said. “She was doing what you would have done in the same circumstance. Would you not have tried to protect the woman if she was lying there, injured and sleeping?”

  “Of course I would have.”

  “Then you can understand what she was trying to accomplish. She was protecting her husband, and that happens to be you.”

  It was a foreign concept. As he sat there and pondered the fact that his wife was evidently concerned for him, a soldier entered the solar. Keller, and the other knights, turned to focus on the man who was singularly fixed on Keller.

  “What is it?” Keller asked.

  “An army approaches, my lord,” the soldier said.

  Keller’s brow furrowed as he stood up stiffly from his chair. “What army?” he asked. “Are they flying colors?”

  The soldier nodded. “De Lohr pennants, my lord,” he replied. “Blue and yellow.”

  Keller looked at William, satisfaction in his expression. “Our reinforcements are here,” he said. William was already moving, shooing George and Aimery out of the solar as Keller followed, speaking to the soldier as he went. “Open the gates and send out riders to greet them.”

  The soldier fled as Keller continued on his normal pace, heading for the keep entry, but as he passed the stairs that led to the upper floor, he came to a stop. He looked at the stairs, narrow dark stone leading up a narrow dark passage, and thought of Chrystobel on the floor above him. As lady of the keep, it was her job to make arrangements for visitors, so Keller headed up the stairs to inform her of their arrival. By the time he reached the chamber door, he realized he was actually a little giddy at the thought of seeing her. He made sure to smooth at his hair, a weak attempt at grooming, before knocking on the door.

  Rapping softly, he waited a few seconds before lifting the latch and opening the door. As the panel swung open, he immediately spied Chrystobel sitting by the hearth with some kind of sewing in her lap. Izlyn was sitting at her feet, playing with sticks from the kindling. It would seem that building with sticks was her favorite pastime, as Keller had seen her do it before. Chrystobel smiled brightly at him when their eyes met.

  “Greetings, husband,” she said. “Are you finished meeting with your men?”

  Keller stepped into the room. “Aye,” he replied, unwilling to elaborate on the subject he and his men had discussed. When he’d left his wife, he’d only told her that he was meeting with his men and nothing more. “We were interrupted by the announcement of approaching visitors. I’ve come to tell you to expect several more men for the evening’s meal.”

  Chrystobel set her sewing aside and stood up. She was dressed in a surcoat of dark green wool that fit her delicious figure snuggly. In fact, she looked alluring and beautiful, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her shapely torso and gently flaring hips as she approached him.

  “Of course,” she said seriously. “I will make sure there is enough food for all.”

  Keller’s dusky gaze lingered on her. “Thank you,” he said, his mind returning to what William had said as he looked at her. She was protecting you. He felt like the most fortunate man in the world but in the same breath, he couldn’t believe that such a glorious creature could actually feel something for him. The thought only made him feel giddier. “I believe these visitors will be staying with us for some time. They are English knights, sent to reinforce my ranks, so if you could prepare a spot in the keep for them to sleep, I would be grateful.”

  Chrystobel smiled again, her expression open and friendly. “I will make sure they are comfortable,” she said. “Is there anything else you wish?”

  It was such a sweet question. Keller felt like an idiot because everything about her seemed to make him feel weak. The walls of defense he’d kept up, so practiced around him, had fallen and he could feel himself opening up again. It was terrifying and thrilling all at the same time.

  “Nay,” he said, shaking his head. “I will be with our visitors, so please send a servant should you need me.”

  He turned for the door but Chrystobel put her hand on his arm, stopping him. “Wait, please,” she said, smiling timidly when he turned to look at her. “I was wondering if I might speak with you for a moment. I will be brief, I promise.”

  Keller nodded. “Of course,” he said. “What is your wish?”

  Chrystobel cleared her throat softly, perhaps a bit nervously, and glanced at her sister before speaking. “My brother,” she said, her tone very soft. “Has he been located? Is he finally locked up?”

  Keller realized she didn’t want to upset Izlyn with such talk, so he motioned for her to follow him out onto the landing. Once outside of the chamber on the dark and dank landing, he closed the door behind them quietly.

  “Your brother escaped Nether yesterday,” he said, his voice quiet. “I understand that Wellesbourne came to speak to me last night about it but that you sent him away.”

  Chrystobel nodded, trying not to appear too contrite. “I did,” she said. “You were sleeping so soundly that I did not want to wake you. Did I do wrong?”

  Keller smiled faintly, shaking his head. “You did not,” he said. “Wellesbourne wanted to tell me about your brother escaping Nether. We have sent scouts to follow his trail.”

  Chrystobel looked at him, worried. “Will you bring him back?”

  Keller shrugged. “William pointed out to me that to have him away from the castle means peace for us all,” he said. “But there is a larger part of me that wants to bring him back to face justice for the murder of your father, among other things.”

  Chrystobel thought seriously on both points. In fact, she looked rather bewildered. “Away from Nether?” she murmured, more to herself than to him. “I… I have rarely known him to be away from Nether. He has always been here, lurking about.”

  Keller studied her intently, seeing both fear and relief in her expression. It occurred to him that she should have some say in all of this, considering how much of it directly affected her. For so long she’d had no control over her brother. Now, Keller would give her some of that control back.

  “What would be your desire?” he asked softly. “Do you want me to bring him back here and punish him or do you want me to let him keep running, so long as he stays far away from here?”

  Chrystobel looked at him, surprised he would ask her such a question. She took it very seriously. “I…I do not know,” she said. “I never thought… that is to say, I never believed I would ever know a life without living in fear of my brother. It does not seem real.”

  Keller watched her befuddled expression, daring to reach out and brush her fingers with his own. The mere touch between them sent bolts of excitement racing through his big body and when she latched on to his fingers, holding them tightly, he actually thought he might swoon. Everything in his chest welled up so that he could hardly breathe.

  “It is real,” he replied. “You will never again have to fear the man so long as I am alive. If you want me to track him down and punish him for killing your father, I will. But if you simply want to let the man run off forever, out of your sight and out of your mind, then I understand. I will leave the choice to you.”

  Chrystobel clutched his fingers with both hands, feeling his warmth and strength. It was an overwhelming sensation, one that made her heart race with joy. As she gazed up into the man’s dark blue eyes, all she could feel was pure and blissful attraction. He may not have been the most handsome man she had ever seen, but he had a rugged beauty that was be
yond compare. She was so caught up in the soft pout of his smooth lips and the square cut of his jaw that she nearly forgot to reply to his statement.

  “Punishing him will not bring my father back,” she whispered. “I simply want him away, Keller. I never thought I would know this opportunity but now that it is here, I do not want to see him ever again and I do not want to think of him ever again. I want to erase him from my mind completely. If Gryffyn is running, let him run. Let him run forever as long as it is away from Nether.”

  Keller nodded in agreement, lifting her hands to kiss them sweetly. “If that is your wish,” he said softly. “But if I ever see the man again, make no mistake. I will kill him. If he ever returns to Nether, he is a dead man.”

  Chrystobel nodded, feeling warm and safe and protected by his declaration. “Of course, Keller,” she said. “I support whatever you will do to that regard.”

  “I appreciate that.”

  She was gazing up at him still but it was apparent there was much on her mind. “About my father,” she ventured, her expression gradually becoming distressed. “We must bury him. Where is he?”

  Keller squeezed her hands gently. “We put took him to the stables yesterday but I do not know if he has been moved,” he said. “I will discover where he is and then we can plan his mass. Where would you bury him?”

  Her eyes grew moist, thinking about her father, her regrets with him, her sorrows. “My mother is buried at St. Peter’s in Machynlleth,” she said. “It is a few miles to the west. I will send word to the priests to make arrangements for my father.”

  “I will do it,” Keller replied. “I will ride into town on the morrow and make the arrangements, unless… unless you would like to accompany me?”

  Chrystobel’s expression brightened. “Aye, I would like that,” she said. “Moreover, I think I should. You spoke excellent Welsh to me when we first met, but are you able to carry on a conversation with it?”

  “Yr wyf yn,” he said in perfect Welsh. “Pam ydych chi’n gofyn?” I am. Why do you ask?

  Chrystobel grinned. “Because I believe the priests only speak Welsh,” she said, cocking her head. “How is it that you speak my language so well?”

  He shrugged. “I was the garrison commander at Pembroke Castle for many years,” he told her. “I learned Welsh long ago in order to effectively deal with the local chieftains. I can probably speak it better than you can.”

  Chrystobel laughed. “I do not think so,” she said. “I learned it at birth. I did not learn English until I was six years old, when I went to foster at Chirk Castle. And then, I had to learn it quickly because the lord’s wife only spoke English.”

  He was grinning at her. “I am sure you were a good student.”

  Chrystobel smiled modestly, her hands still holding on to his fingers, feeling giddy and silly in his presence now. The conversation was flowing so wonderfully, better than it ever had in spite of the subjects of her father and brother, and she was thrilled. When Keller wasn’t being cold and distant, he had a hint of charm in his manner that was boyish and sweet.

  “I tried,” she said, realizing the dialogue was coming to a close and not wanting it to. But there were tasks to be accomplished and she gave his big hand a squeeze. “I suppose I should go and make preparations for your visitors now. May I travel unescorted now that my brother is no longer a threat?”

  Keller didn’t see any harm in it. “You and your sister may both travel unescorted,” he said. Then, his thoughts began to linger on the sister, the small and silent child who seemed so terrified of everything. “Tell me… how long did your brother lock her in the vault because she is mute?”

  Chrystobel’s smile faded. “Years,” she said softly. “My father did not send Izlyn to foster because she would not speak, so she has always lived here at Nether. I have educated her as best I can from what I was taught at Chirk, and my father educated her as well. She is an intelligent girl and can read and write Welsh, French, and English, but the fact that she was bright only fueled my brother’s rage towards her. He was convinced that in her lack of speech, she was simply being stubborn. She would spend days in the vault on end, at least until my father would release her, but Gryffyn would grow angry with her again and lock her back up. She has been in and out of the vault weekly since she was eight years of age.”

  Keller was grim. “How old is she now?”

  “She has seen twelve years as of last month.”

  Keller breathed lightly. “Then she will benefit the most from your missing brother,” he said. “Mayhap she will finally begin to enjoy life a little, as a young girl should.”

  Chrystobel thought of her little sister, of her horrific life up until that point, and her eyes grew moist. “I sincerely pray for that.”

  “It is my intention to make sure you both enjoy life now that I am here.”

  Chrystobel smiled gratefully and Keller kissed her hands again, but he didn’t stop there. Her lips were soft and inviting, and he gently slanted his mouth over hers, suckling her lips gently. Her response was timid at first, but very quickly, she gave in to his attention and the kisses became more powerful as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Keller pulled her against him, his torso against hers, as his kisses turned to fire. She was incredibly soft and warm, and the feel of her in his arms roused him like nothing he had ever known. He never realized a kiss was supposed to be this sweet or this alluring. At this moment, it was the most powerful thing he had ever experienced. She was the most powerful thing he had ever known.

  But that blissful moment was cut short when the chamber door next to them rattled. Suddenly, Keller was standing a few feet away from Chrystobel as the door opened and Izlyn stood in the doorway. He didn’t even know how he got there. All he knew was that the door movement had startled him as if he had been a silly stable boy stealing a kiss from a serving maid, fearful he’d been caught doing something clandestine. When he realized how he had reacted, he felt like a bloody idiot.

  Keller looked over at Chrystobel, who seemed flushed and dazed as she took her sister by the hand and told the girl that they had visitors to prepare for. She smiled at Keller as she disappeared into the lower levels to make arrangements for their guests, and Keller followed at a distance, his wits still not completely gathered. Their kiss had left him scatterbrained to say the least, and it was a full minute before he even remembered the task that lay ahead of him. He had visitors to greet, great knights from the stable of de Lohr.

  Still lingering in the effects of that heated kiss, he headed out to meet them.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Sir Gart Forbes was an enormous man with piercing green eyes, a bald-shaved head, and hugely wide shoulders. And the man didn’t walk. he stalked. He had the look of a hunter about him and he literally stalked as he dismounted his charger and went to greet Keller. Their handshake was so powerful that it would have toppled a lesser man, but Keller simply grinned. A heavy-handed handshake was Gart’s way of declaring one was worthy of his attention.

  Sir Rhys du Bois, the second knight to wearily dismount his charger, didn’t have the look of a hunter. He had the look of a trained killer. Nearly as tall as his hunter counterpart, he was broader and more muscular, with black hair and brilliant blue eyes. Every woman whose gaze was fortunate enough to fall upon Rhys du Bois would swear he was the most handsome man in all the world, which was mostly true. He was a fine example of male beauty coupled with intelligence and skill.

  Keller, however, saw beyond the Adonis-like knight and the stalking hunter. He saw his old friends. Rhys grinned as he took Keller’s hand when Gart finally released it, and Keller shook the man’s hand firmly. He’d known the men since he had been a young man, newly knighted in the service of the aged Henry II, and they had kept in touch with each other even though he’d not seen them in over a year. They were a most welcome sight.

  “So de Lohr sent you two?” Keller said, shaking his head. “What happened? Did he run out of excellent knights to send?”<
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  Rhys laughed softly. “No one wanted to come so we had to draw lots,” he said. “Gart and I lost.”

  Keller was grinning, smiling more than he had in months. “You serve Christopher and Gart serves his brother David,” he said, looking between the two of them. “You normally do not serve together. How is it you ended up as a motley pair?”

  Gart was pulling off one of his massive leather gloves, his trained gaze moving around the bailey as he did so. “The de Lohr war machine is involved in the baron’s revolt against John,” he said. “We were spared to come to Wales because Christopher fears that while most of the English barons are preoccupied with civil unrest, the Welsh might decide it is a perfect time to create problems. He wants us here, with you, in case that happens.”

  Keller’s smile faded. “I’ve not seen Richard in a few years,” he said. “I was with him all through the great quest to The Levant, but once he gifted me to William Marshal, I was sent to Wales and in Wales I have remained. This has not been my choice to be in this land of endless mountains and pewter skies.”

  Gart and Rhys knew that. Keller had been a very great knight for Richard and was much decorated for his heroism in the Holy Land. To tuck this great knight far away in the wilds was nothing short of criminal. Keller was someone they both greatly respected.

  “William Marshal must have a purpose for putting you here,” Rhys said. “He is not foolish. I am sure he wants you here for the same reason de Lohr has sent us to support you. With England eating itself up from the inside, if the Welsh decide to take advantage of the chaos, it would be very bad not to have a foothold here.”

  Keller knew that all too well but he still wasn’t happy about it in spite of the fact that he now had an impressive castle, titles, and a beautiful wife. But it was not in his nature to complain. He was a knight and knights did as they were told.