Chapter Three
Arissa awoke to the sound of Richmond’s voice. Rolling over in bed, she thought mayhap he was in the corridor speaking to the servants. It took her a moment to realize that he was out in the bailey, shouting orders to the troops.
She lay still a moment, listening to his voice and feeling herself wash with the familiar pride she had come to associate with Richmond.
He was so mighty, so massive and powerful, and he controlled hundreds of men with absolutely no effort at all.
They nearly knocked themselves over in their eagerness to complete his bidding.
She would have been quite happy to have lounged in bed all morn, listening to the sound of his voice.
But Penelope, Emma and Regine had other ideas; suddenly, her bower door flew open and a huge copper tub was being shoved across the scrubbed floor.
As Arissa sat up in bed, Penelope and Emma had several servants filling the vat with steaming water as Regine emerged into the chamber, carrying the surcoat that would adorn her sister this day.
“Do not get water on it, Regine!” Emma scolded as she passed too close to the tub. “The silk will stain!”
Regine stuck her tongue out at the older girl and proceeded to hang the surcoat, very carefully, on the wardrobe.
Arissa sighed with satisfaction at the sight of her new surcoat; of two-color silk, the very latest fashion, it was a form-fitting piece of green fabric with the contrasting shade being a pale, iridescent green.
The scoop neckline clung to her delicate shoulders while the long, wide sleeves nearly swept the ground when she walked.
A silver link belt with four rough emeralds would adorn her slim waist.
Regine stood back and admired the surcoat with satisfaction. “’Twill be magnificent with your eyes, Riss.”
Arissa refused to waste any time. Leaping from the bed, she plunged into the scalding water and was the prompt recipient of a completely brutal scrubbing.
Penelope washed her hair while Emma and Regine soaped her body, all of them chattering endlessly on the silliest of subjects.
But the most prevalent topic, understandably, was the excitement of the day.
“I have heard Tad de Rydal is most dashing,” Emma said with a hint of hope. “I have not heard if he’s betrothed. Have you, Riss?”
Arissa shook her black head, wild and untamed with Penelope’s drying. “I have not heard a lick about him. Pen?”
Penelope’s reply was interrupted by Regine’s pondering. “I wonder what it would be like to kiss him. I wonder if his buttocks are as fuzzy as Bart’s.”
Emma shrieked while Arissa and Penelope erupted into giggles. “No kissing, Regine,” Arissa reminded her sternly. “Remember what Richmond said.”
Regine thrust her chin up and turned away. “He’s not my lord and master. I do not have to listen to him.”
“You’d better,” Emma said with a smirk. “Certainly you remember what happened when he caught you in the livery with the stable servant. Neither you nor the boy could sit for a week.”
The three older girls giggled at Regine’s expense. Always defiant, Regine scowled at the three of them. “It was worth the spanking to learn the feel of a man’s tongue against my….”
The smiles, the giggling, immediately ceased. Three pairs of huge, rounded eyes stared at the twelve-year-old. Only Arissa was brave enough to ask.
“Against your what?”
Regine was usually quite proud of her growing list of experiences. But gazing at the expressions of the older women, she was suddenly regretful for her outburst. With a faint flush mottling her ears, she finished scrubbing Arissa’s foot.
“Surely you have kissed a man, Riss. Sometimes they kiss with their tongues.”
Arissa shook her head slowly. “I have never kissed a man. Sweet St. Jude, Regine, you are only twelve. Why must you be so eager to indulge in adult pleasures?”
Regine’s hot gaze came up from her task. “Because I want to know. And I shall learn, any way I can so that my prospective husband will not be displeased that I am ignorant.”
“Your prospective husband will not want a trollop that has seen service like a well-used horse.”
“You only say that because you must enter the cloister. You must be pure ’else God will not want you,” she turned her attention to Penelope. “Surely you have kissed Daniel. Has not he kissed you with his tongue?”
Penelope flushed a dull red and abruptly turned away, fumbling with the linen towels. Arissa passed a glance at her startled friend. “What Daniel and Penelope do is none of your affair, Regine. Moreover….”
But Regine was ignoring her sister. Instead, she was on her feet, her blue eyes fully focused on the blushing maiden. “I have watched you and Daniel at times. In fact, I followed the two of you the other night when you left the dining hall early. He took you into the stable and….”
Penelope suddenly whirled around, her face bright and flushed. “Regine! How dare you..!”
Arissa was climbing out of her bath, fully intent on defending Penelope from her tactless sister. “You should not have been spying on them! I am going to tell mother!”
“But he put his mouth on her breasts,” Regine insisted to her sister, as if the intimate action was a great mystery. “I want to know what it feels like, too. Penelope, was it wonderful? From the noise you were making, I couldn’t tell.”
Arissa’s eyes widened; she did not dare look at Penelope. Swallowing hard, she gave her sister a shove toward the door. “Leave us, Regine. I shall not hear such slanderous lies.”
“They’re not lies!” Regine insisted, nearly slipping on a puddle of water. “What’s wrong, Riss? Why are you angry?”
Arissa gave her sister another push, completely ignorant of her slick, naked body. “Out, out!”
Frustrated and puzzled, Regine quit the room in a huff. Embarrassed on behalf of her sister’s mouth and her friend’s invaded privacy, she turned hesitantly to Penelope.
“I am sorry, Pen,” she said softly. “You know she’s…. well, she simply doesn’t see anything wrong with what she does sometimes.”
Penelope was staring at the floor. Swallowing hard, she forced herself to meet Arissa’s gaze. “I suppose I should not be ashamed, truly. After all, Daniel and I plan on marrying. Some day.”
Emma was still on her knees by the tub of cooling water. Her soft blue eyes were wide. “Did he really touch you…. there?”
Penelope looked to the younger girl as Arissa gathered a coarse towel and began to dry herself. “Aye, he did,” she swallowed again. “I know that I should not have let him, but….”
“You do not have to explain yourself to us, Pen,” Arissa cut her short, forcing her embarrassed friend focus on the duty of drying her raven locks. “We know that you and Daniel love each other.”
Penelope vigorously toweled Arissa’s hair. “Certainly, I love him. I know he loves me, too, although he’s never truly told me.”
“Have you done anything else?” Emma asked, her voice small.
Penelope’s movements slowed. “I have not lost my maidenhood, if that’s what you mean.”
Arissa cast Emma a quelling look. Fortunately, Emma understood the implication and let the subject go. But she was still terribly curious and, in a sense, awed. Penelope was entering into the mysterious world of adult lust and she, too, wanted to know what it was like.
Richmond’s voice suddenly drifted in from the bailey, wafting through the lancet windows of the bower and penetrating the oiled cloth curtains. Arissa heard his voice and found herself staring at the covered windows even as Penelope directed her to sit by the weak flame of the hearth.
Hearing his voice reminded her of the previous day, the first day in months that they had seen one another.
Memories of his arms around her as she cried, of his hands in her hair, filled her full of warm and giddy thoughts.
And the way he had gazed into her eyes before Mossy interrupted them had been nothing short of astounding.
If she did not know better, she would have sworn he wanted to kiss her.
Or mayhap she had merely hoped their wants were the same.
Arissa was barely aware of Penelope’s ministrations as the young woman combed the drying black locks, moving woodenly when Emma secured her new surcoat.
Her thoughts were focused on Richmond as she gazed at her reflection in the polished glass mirror, unnoticing of the delightful cleavage the dress managed to display.
With her narrow waist and link belt, her breasts appeared even larger than their natural state and she took a second glance, forgetting Richmond for the moment as she tried to lessen the impact of her deliciously full assets.
Arissa did not like the attention they drew from men and women alike.
She had developed at an early age, beginning her menses before most girls even knew what the cycle meant.
One morning she had awoken to the largest breasts she had ever seen; or, at least, she thought it was somewhat of an overnight occurrence.
She remembered crying into her mother’s arms with embarrassment when she had overheard one of the serving wenches commenting on her ripe figure.
She never saw the serving wench again after that day.
Rumor had it that the woman had been discharged and sent on her way.
She had no way of knowing that Richmond had ordered the offending woman thrashed within an inch of her life and cast to the elements.
A cruel punishment indeed, but there was nothing the Great Protector would not do for his charge.
Penelope fussed at her friend as she tugged at the magnificent surcoat, finally giving up and moving to style the raven-hued hair.
As Arissa attempted to minimize her delicious assets, Penelope gathered the front of her hair and secured it within a silver clip at the back of her skull.
Ebony tendrils of silken hair curled delicately about her face, framing her porcelain features.