Chapter Sixteen #5
“You must understand something so there is no mistake,” he lowered his voice as they made their way towards the keep entry.
“The bodies of those men returned from de Clare were only the beginning. Gloucester plans to attack and he will do to every man and woman at Erith what he did to my soldiers. He will destroy us.”
By this time, Gray had come to a stop, gazing at him with incredible fear. She was struggling to keep the tears at bay. “So you plan to attack them first?” she hissed. “How will attacking Elswick make any difference?”
He lifted an eyebrow. “It will make a difference because I intend to confiscate Elswick and hold the remainder of Roger’s family hostage as a guarantee that Gloucester will leave Erith alone.
” As Gray watched, Braxton suddenly turned into the calculating mercenary before her very eyes.
She had never seen this side of him, ever.
“I might return the wife at some point, but I will keep the children as insurance against de Clare’s good behavior. ”
She stared at him. “Oh… Braxton,” she sighed heavily, feeling ill and saddened. “You would do this? They are only children, after all.”
“Gloucester would do the same and not give it any thought. The man will know the meaning of what it is to be ruthless before I am finished with him.”
Gray could see the cold-blooded killer in his eyes and it frightened her; she’d only known the man to be sweet, warm, and generous.
The transformation was shocking. But upon reflection, she knew that Braxton was the most feared mercenary in England.
She was beginning to see why. After a moment, she sighed heavily and looked away.
“I will not tell you how to conduct your business, for these are matters of which I know little,” she said quietly.
“But I do ask that you remember the children are innocent in all of this, just as Brooke and I are. War is a man’s domain.
I would plead with you to deal mercifully with the children. ”
Braxton wasn’t oblivious to the way he sounded; he could see in her expression how fearful and disappointed she was.
He was well aware she had never seen this side of him, the battle-hardened and brutal warrior, because he had meant it that way.
But now the time had come for her to see what he was capable of.
He took a couple of steps towards her, taking her hand in his and bringing it to his lips.
“I have always considered myself a merciful man when the situation called for it,” he whispered as he kissed her fingers.
“I realize this is distasteful to you but you must understand that it is necessary. I will kill, maim and destroy whoever stands in my way in my quest to protect you and Brooke. And that is what this is about, Gray; protection and survival. I intend that Erith and her inhabitants will survive.”
She looked at him, understanding what he was telling her. But understanding brought greater fright. “Then you ride to battle,” she whispered. “This is all so new to me and I am not ashamed to admit that I am terrified for you.”
Braxton could see the tears forming in her eyes. He put his arms around her, holding her tightly and whispering soothingly in her ear.
“Shush,” he murmured, rocking her gently. “Have you so little faith in my military prowess?”
The tears were coming now as she felt his warmth, his strength, against her and struggled not to imagine what it would be like without him.
“Oh, Braxton,” she whispered against his ear. “I have only just found you. I could not bear it if you were taken away so swiftly. I could not live without you.”
He took her face in his hands, kissing her cheeks. “You will not have to,” he assured her softly. “But I must make a preemptive move against Gloucester. I have no choice if we are to know a measure of peace.”
She gazed back at him, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “If you feel it is the right thing to do, then I trust you,” she whispered. “When must you leave?”
“Before dawn.”
“Then we still have tonight.”
He nodded faintly, thinking ahead to the emotions, joy and sorrow, that the night would bring. “We do indeed.”
She leaned forward, kissing him tenderly, gently suckling on his lower lip before releasing it. “Then perhaps tonight you will give me your son,” she breathed. “A child worthy to bear your name.”
Braxton closed his eyes as she suckled his lower lip again, feeling his chest tighten with the thought of a future he might not see.
He remembered looking in Gray’s eyes once and seeing a daughter with her beautiful features and a son with his strength.
He wanted with all of his heart to live a long life by her side, raising their children, watching his family grow.
He’d never wished such a thing until this very moment.
Without another word, he took her upstairs to their chamber.
Back in the great hall, Dallas had hold of Brooke as she clung fiercely to him.
Oddly, she wasn’t crying any longer; she simply wrapped her arms around Dallas’ waist with her head against his chest, eyes tightly closed.
He held her close, trying not to jab her with his armor.
His mouth and nose were pressed into the top of her head.
“I must make preparations to depart,” he said softly. “I will not see you until late tonight, if at all.”
She craned her neck back, looking up at him. “I do not want you to go,” she breathed. “They will cut you up like they did those other men and send you back to me in pieces.”
The corners of his mouth twitched with a smile. “Not if I cut them into pieces first.”
Her brows drew together and her lips molded into a pout. “You jest with me and I am serious.”
He kissed her forehead. “I am serious as well,” he said. “You worry overly, wife. I will return to you whole.”
“Can you swear this to me?”
“I can.”
Some of the tension seemed to drain from her expression and Dallas took her hand, leading her over to the dining table.
He sat down and pulled her onto his lap, all the while thinking of what more he was going to say to her.
He’d never faced a situation like this before, leaving someone behind that he deeply cared for.
He didn’t want her to worry and he very much wanted to return to her safely.
He wasn’t sure how he could explain everything to her so that she would not panic when he left.
When he finally looked up at her, he could see that she was studying him intently.
“Why do you stare at me so?” he asked, smiling faintly.
Brooke cocked her head, a gesture she seemed to do quite often. A finger came up, delicately tracing the shape of his eyebrow, his nose, as her expression remained thoughtful. “Because you are not the husband I imagined I would have,” she said softly.
He lifted an eyebrow. “Nor are you the wife I would have imagined to have.”
She stopped tracing the shape of his nose. “What do you mean?”
He could see she was verging on insult and his smile broadened. “I simply meant that I never imagined I would marry such a lovely woman,” he replied. “And the first time I saw you those weeks ago, I certainly never imagined that I would marry you.”
She lowered her hand from his face, smiling because he was. “Do you remember the first time you saw me?”
He nodded firmly. “Absolutely,” he replied. “You were hanging over a cliff, screaming.”
She puckered her lips, disappointed. “Is that all you remember?”
He shrugged. “I remember that I saved you from certain death.”
She slapped him playfully on the shoulder and he laughed low in his throat before growing serious.
“To be perfectly honest, my first clear recollection of you was the first night we dined at Erith when you entered the great hall in your grandmother’s company,” he said, gazing into her blue eyes.
“I remember thinking how lovely you were. And how young.”
His attempts not to insult her weren’t working. “I am not too young,” she insisted. “I am fifteen years old. I am a woman.”
He lifted an eyebrow, his gaze moving down her delicious torso. “Aye, you are that,” he confirmed in a rumbling tone. “You are very much a woman.”
She heard the sexual undertones and blushed furiously; she still wasn’t used to the games played by men and women. Dallas saw her discomfort and laughed softly, cupping her face and kissing her hot cheek as she averted her gaze.
“You are sweet,” he murmured. “And you are distracting me from my duties.”
She looked at him. “Can you not stay with me a few more minutes?”
His smile faded. “The longer I stay with you now, the less chance there is of finishing my duties in a timely manner and returning to you tonight.”
She jumped off his lap and yanked on his arm, pulling him to his feet. “Hurry up, then,” she began to drag him towards the door. “I will see you this eve.”
Dallas let her pull him towards the entry. “I will do my very best,” he told her, then grew serious as they neared the door. He finally came to a halt and took hold of her arm, facing her as they stood in the entryway. His expression grew serious.
“Brooke, I know you are fearful with what we may be facing,” he said quietly.
“But I want to reassure you that I will do everything in my power to keep you, and Erith, safe. It is our castle now, the place where we will raise our family and live out our years together. For that reason alone, I will defend it to the last stone. But for you, I will defend you to the death. That is why we must strike against Gloucester; he threatens you personally and this I will not tolerate. Do you understand?”
She nodded solemnly. “Aye,” she said softly. “I… I think that I shall thank you. My mother and Braxton said that you were a good man but I did not understand what they meant until now.”
He smiled faintly, reaching out to touch her cheek. “Good can mean many things,” he replied. “To me, it means a sense of responsibility and honor, and protecting and caring for those close to me.”
She cocked her head again; he loved the gesture. She looked so sweet and innocent. “Am I close to you?”
His smiled widened. “You are the closest. You are my wife.”
She smiled faintly. “You told me something once, the day we were married,” she said. “You told me that you had not yet given your heart to anyone and that you had saved it for your wife.”
He nodded, eyes twinkling. “I recall.”
She began to look uncomfortable in the slightest. “Am I on my way to earning it? I am trying, you know.”
He laughed softly and pulled her into his arms, rocking her sweetly. “That you are, sweetheart,” he kissed the top of her head. “That you are.”
She squeezed him tightly, loving the feel of his embrace. Until she had met Dallas, she’d never knew a man’s embrace and was coming to understand what she had been missing. It was all she could have imagined it would be.
“Good,” she whispered. “Because you already have mine.”
Dallas’ smile faded and he pulled back to look at her. He studied her features a moment before replying. “I thank you for that, Lady Aston,” he murmured. “It fortifies me more than you know.”
Brooke didn’t know what else to say; she simply gazed up at him with a timid smile on her face, full of all of the hopes and dreams that a young wife possesses.
She was navigating her way through unfamiliar territory and loving every minute of it.
Dallas, of course, made things as smooth as they could possibly be. She was truly coming to appreciate him.
“Go now,” she urged. “I will see you later this eve. Shall I send sup out to you?”
He was about to reply when shouting from the inner bailey caught his attention. He bolted out on to the stair landing just outside the entry, bellowing to the men on the walls. Startled, Brooke instinctively followed him out onto the steps, watching as men began racing in from the outer bailey.
There was a huge amount of commotion as men began scrambling for their weapons.
The portcullises were beginning to grind.
Whatever was happening, they were struggling to prepare.
Brooke stood next to Dallas, her mouth open with surprise and some fear, when he abruptly turned to her and shoved her back inside.
“Get inside and bolt this door,” he commanded. “Do not open it for anyone other than Braxton, me or the other knights. Is that clear?”
She almost stumbled as he thrust her back into the keep.
She opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted when Braxton suddenly bolted past her from the upper floors.
He didn’t say a word; he took the stairs down to the bailey far too quickly and began issuing commands in a hurry.
Brooke’s measure of surprise was replaced in whole by fear.
“What is happening?” she begged. “Tell me what is wrong.”
Dallas didn’t have time to explain; he grabbed her face between his big hands and kissed her firmly. “Go inside,” he jabbed a finger at her as he began to rapidly descend the stairs. “Bolt the door and stay there.”
Brooke watched him go with tears filling her eyes but she did as she was told.
She slammed the door and threw the big iron bolt, turning just in time to see her mother descending the stairs from the upper floor.
The two women stared at each other, wide-eyed, as the sounds of commotion in the bailey filtered in through the slit windows.
“What is wrong?” Brooke went to her mother. “Did Braxton tell you?”
Gray was a little dazed; she and Braxton had been in the midst of passionate lovemaking when he had heard the shouts from the walls.
He had bolted from their bed quickly, telling her to stay to the keep.
Gray dressed quickly, peering from her window only to see a measure of the road beyond Erith.
Upon it, she clearly saw soldiers that did not belong to Braxton and her heart surged into her throat.
Whatever was occurring she knew, instinctively, that it was not good.
Therefore, it was difficult to answer her daughter.
She could read the panic in Brooke’s face and did not want to frighten her further.
But a volley of arrows over the walls came crashing into the keep, two of the arrows finding their way inside the small lancet window just to the right of the entry door.
Brooke screamed and threw her arms around her mother as Gray pulled her daughter away from the open window.
They began smelling smoke, having no idea at the time that Graehm was at the base of the stairs leading into the keep, burning them.
Braxton had ordered all access to the keep cut off; no matter who was attacking Erith, they would not get the women under any circumstances.
Erith, the recently rebuilt fortress, was under siege.