Timeless Tales of Honor (38 page)

"Running smoothly, my lady," he offered her the customary elbow. Arissa took his arm and he began to lead her towards the keep. "Your mother has gone to great lengths to make it the grandest celebration in these parts for years to come."

Several feet ahead of them, Penelope and Emma walked arm in arm, casting baleful glances at Arissa. With her sweet nature, men were naturally eating out her hand and her companions were understandably jealous of her talent; they always managed to find trouble whereas Arissa seemed to possess the power to soothe the savage beast.

Arissa was acutely aware of their pouting looks and stuck her tongue out at them, twice, while Carlton's attention was diverted. The more she antagonized them, the angrier they became and she bit her lip to keep from laughing. By the time they reached the massive entrance to the bailey, Penelope and Emma were prepared to throttle her and Arissa braced herself for the barrage of temperamental insults.

But the revenge of Emma and Penelope would have to wait; high atop the battlements, shouts abound from the sentries, distracting the women. All straining ears and eyes, they turned their attention to the commotion at hand.

A party was swiftly approaching, it was announced, bearing Henry's banners of lions and leopards. Carlton, still clutching Arissa, stared up at the sentries as if he had not understood their words.

"Henry is approaching?" he demanded for clarification.

The sentries, hawk-eyed and seasoned, peered sharply at the southern horizon. Arissa wait with bated breath for their reply, hardly aware when Penelope and Emma joined her.

"Nay, my lord," one of the men finally shouted down to them. "Richmond le Bec!"

Richmond.
Arissa's heart leapt into her throat; she must have swayed with shock, for she could feel Penelope's hand against her back in a steadying gesture. Carlton, oblivious to her surprise, turned to the three young ladies with a wide grin.

"How grand! Lord William will be pleased indeed," he brushed past the women, having apparently forgotten why he had been escorting them to the castle in the first place.

Arissa heard his footfalls fade; her focus was riveted to the road that led from Lambourn into the green countryside beyond. In the distance, she could decipher a tiny group, black figures flying minuscule banners.

Around her, the bailey was swarming with soldiers and servants in preparation for le Bec's mighty column. But Arissa was completely ignorant of the activity; all that mattered was Richmond's imminent approach, drawing closer with each passing moment. She hadn't seen him in nearly six months; she giddily wondered if he had changed. She couldn't imagine that he was any different, or that she would love him any less.

Arissa had always loved him; a wasted effort, but one she could not control. With the impending circumstance of the cloister lingering in her mind, she wondered how she was ever going to forget the man. She couldn't remember ever being without him.... how was she supposed to cleave all memory, all feeling, as if she were severing a limb?

Staring at the advancing party, she knew there was no other choice but to amputate quickly. She had to sever him, all of him, and do it before she lost her nerve. 'Twould be less painful if she were to do it rapidly... but how?

Unsteadily, she turned away from the half-open portcullis and began to wander back toward the castle. How indeed? Unaware of Penelope and Emma's shadowing presence, she began to plan exactly how to rid herself of the mighty Richmond le Bec. For the sake of her mental faculties, she had no other choice. She simply couldn't spend the rest of her life fantasizing over the object of a young maiden's adoration.

Be firm
, she told herself forcefully.
No unsolicited smiles, speak to him only if necessary. Remain polite but aloof. And, by all means, no games!
Richmond had a fondness for games and would spend hours with Arissa and her sister, Regine, playing cards or indulging in a round of Hot Cockles. He made her love him all the more with his gentle smile and deep laughter when he allowed her and Regine to best him.

Still immersed in her thoughts, she was hardly aware when the massive structure of Lambourn allowed her to pass deep into the safety of its innards. Penelope's mother, the Lady Maxine, met the three young ladies in the foyer.

"The nooning meal will not wait," she clapped her hands sharply and beckoned to her daughter and friends. "In the hall, ladies."

"Richmond le Bec is approaching," Penelope told her mother. "Would it not be polite to wait for him?"

"Lord William is already partaking of the meal. Richmond will be welcome when he arrives," Maxine turned her gaze to Arissa. "My lady, your mother wishes for you to greet Sir Richmond in her stead. She’s indisposed at the moment and asks that you take him in hand."

Arissa swallowed hard, fighting the urge to deny the request. How could she forget him if she were forced to greet him? She did not respond immediately and Lady Maxine peered closely at her.

"Are you feeling well, my lady? You look rather pale."

Arissa swallowed again. "I.... nay, I am not feeling at all well. Maxine, would you please greet Richmond in my stead? I must.... rest."

Maxine did not hesitate; Arissa's delicate health was well-known and not to be trifled with. "Of course, my lady. We cannot have the guest of honor ill at her own party. Go and rest; I shall tend to Sir Richmond."

Arissa did not linger. She moved past Penelope and Emma, making a break for the flight of stairs that led to the second floor of the castle. By the time she hit the second step, she was running.

Anything to put distance between her confusion and Richmond.

S
eated
atop a magnificent coal-hued charger, Sir Richmond le Bec drank in the sight of Lambourn castle. A well-designed Norman bastion, he felt as if he were coming home again. God only knew, he'd spent a good portion of his adult life within the old walls.

As the edifice loomed closer, he couldn't help but feel a stab of sorrow. 'Twould most likely be his last visit for a very long time and he was grieved by the thought. For eighteen years Lambourn had been a part of his existence, always on his thoughts, always in his prayers. For eighteen years it had been a physical part of him as much as an arm or a leg or a lung.

But that time was drawing to a close. His mission, entrusted to him eighteen years ago, was coming to a conclusion as the New Year rapidly approached. He honestly did not know how he was going to continue with his existence once Lambourn had faded into the recesses of his mind; all of this, the keep, its occupants, its day-to-day continuance, was a portion of his soul.

The bridge was down, welcoming him warmly and sharpening his sense of sorrow. Several soldiers called out to him as he entered the massive bailey, but he did not respond. He was used to the adoration, the respect. Forcing his gloomy thoughts aside, he dismounted his snappish charger and was immediately met by the Lady Maxine de Long.

"My lord Richmond," she dipped in a practiced curtsy. "We are blessed once again with your presence."

He passed a rapid gaze over Lady Maude de Lohr's woman. "'Tis good to be back. Where's William?"

"Lord de Lohr is in the gallery involved in the nooning meal," Maxine replied. "He commands you to join him immediately."

Richmond nodded absently, moving to his steed and unfastening his saddlebags before the groom led the animal away. "I have been gone for quite some time. I trust all has been well."

"For the most part, my lord," Maxine nodded. "Lord William and Lady Maude have enjoyed good health, as have Lady Regine and Master Bartholomew."

He focused on her for the first time. "What of Lady Arissa?"

"She’s suffered two rather severe bouts with the cough," Maxine replied, offering a helpless shrug. "She’s quite fond of the outdoors, as you know. She managed to catch the chill more than once and it settled in her chest."

Richmond felt himself softening, hoping his change in demeanor was not obvious. "'Tis of no surprise. She insists on sticking to the woods to collect her silly flowers. I cannot count the times I have nearly frozen solid acting as her escort on such occasions. One of these days, she’s going to catch her death."

"That is what the physic seems to think," Maxine replied. "He’s told Lady Maude that Arissa's lungs are terribly weakened. She may not be fortunate enough to recover the next time."

Richmond stared at her a moment. Then, mayhap a bit more subdued, he focused on the familiar castle once again. "William is expecting me," he said quietly.

Maxine watched him stroll across the compound. Being female, it was only natural that she respond to Richmond le Bec's physical qualities; the man was positively striking. To gaze upon his male beauty was to experience a giddy fluttering of the heart; being married did not mean she was immune. She, too, appreciated a fine-looking man.

W
illiam de Lohr
, a massive man of rotund girth, was well into his trencher by the time Richmond arrived. He greeted his friend warmly and pulled out a chair for him to sit. While the servants rushed about in their eagerness to serve the great knight, William put a meaty hand on his shoulder.

"Six months you have been gone," he said in his typical overbearing manner. "Six damnable months. I thought you had forgotten us."

Richmond cocked a dark eyebrow, bringing a hunk of bread to his lips. "Hardly. I have been with Henry, as you well know. There has been quite a bit happening in London."

William snorted, giving Richmond a shake so that the bread missed his mouth and ended up scraping his cheek. "I know, I know. The damn Welsh are increasing their rebellious pressure. But Henry has you and young Henry Percy to defend his holdings. Surely the threat is not terribly severe."

Richmond brushed at the crumbs on his cheek and tried again. "Hotspur is in Wales as we speak. God's Teeth, the man has more responsibilities than I do, if such a thing is possible. He, nor I, needs the added burden of the growing Welsh rebellion. I was rather hoping to retire from this madness at my age."

William removed his hand from Richmond's shoulder and returned to his trencher over-filled with mutton. "Retire from your destiny? Pure foolishness, I say. Owen Glendower's days are limited with Hotspur and Richmond le Bec leading the fight. England shall undoubtedly triumph."

Richmond did not say anything. A man of few words and limited expression, he concentrated on his meal. In truth, he was simply happy to be back at Lambourn and took the opportunity to fill his empty belly with food and soothe his weary body with fine ale. William, being a glutton of unbelievable proportions, reputably served the very best food and drink in all of Southern England.

Richmond and the earl were not alone at the table. Richmond silently acknowledged Carlton, a man he had known an exceedingly long time, and his daughter, the Lady Penelope. To Penelope's left sat Sir Daniel Ellsrod, a powerful young knight with an aggressive attitude. Richmond himself had knighted the man a year ago.

The rest of the table's inhabitants were the usual group; Lady Maxine had joined them, as had Lady Livia Trevor and her daughter Emma. Lady Livia's husband, Sir Edward Trevor, had been killed in the skirmish for the throne against Richard II. Lord William had pledged his men to Henry's service and Edward had, unfortunately, lost his life.

The missing members that usually rounded out the meals were conspicuously absent. Lady Maude herself was truant, as were Lady Regine, William and Maude's twelve-year-old daughter, and her older brother Bartholomew. And, of course, Arissa. Richmond did not miss the younger sister and the older brother as much as he did the middle sibling.

In fact, it was more than a need to see her. It was the desire to make sure she was healthy and whole, as had been his sworn duty for eighteen years. When Lady Maxine mentioned Arissa's illnesses, he found himself longing for a glimpse of the young woman simply to see for himself that her health had returned. Henry would not react well to his daughter suffering from less-than-perfect vigor. Neither would Richmond.

As Arissa's Great Protector, he was as concerned for her vitality as if the world depended on it. 'Twas his duty to see that she was reared physically unscathed and mentally nourished, a task he was sworn to excel at. It was a duty he accepted more deeply than any other responsibility he had been delegated simply because Arissa meant more to him than anything else on this earth.

He thought his feelings to be a sick obsession, these emotions he harbored for the Lady Arissa. God's Teeth, he was over twice her age. Nearing forty years, he was far too old and far too beneath her station for his feelings to pose any true meaning in the greater scheme of his life.

At his age, he should have been married long ago. He should be enjoying his sons, offspring that would carry on his name and legacy. He should be enjoying a lovely wife warming his bed when, in fact, his bed had been cold for some time now. He hadn't even taken a whore in three years simply because he couldn't focus on any female other than his rapidly-maturing charge.

He had watched Arissa grow from a sweet, fat baby into a woman of unbelievable beauty. He simply couldn't remember when he had first fallen in love with her; sometime after her sixteenth birthday, he thought, when she had crossed the delicate barrier into maidenhood and he found himself realizing that she was no longer a child.

"I understand Lady Arissa has been ill," he finally said between bites. He couldn't help himself from asking.

William snorted into his goblet. "The silly little wench. Damn near caught her death of chill the last time, traipsing about in the woods after a fresh rain in search of fall blossoms. Daniel found her three hours later, huddled under a tree and swathed in damp clothing. We sincerely thought we might lose her, with the fever that followed."

"Fever?" Richmond turned his blue eyes to the earl. "'Twas severe?"

"Severe enough. She lay burning for two days before it broke."

Richmond sighed deeply, returning to his food with a waning appetite. "I must be certain to speak with her," he said softly, for William's ears only. "Her father will not be pleased that she has jeopardized her health in such a manner."