Chapter 13 #2
Robert laid his hand on Colyne’s shoulder.
“We have known each other too many years for me nae to see the warmth within your eyes when you look upon her. But I advise you, before you become involved with the lass, learn more about her, I would. . . .” He studied Colyne and then dropped his hand. “Or am I already too late?”
Memories of himself and Alesia making love flooded Colyne’s mind. “I care for her deeply.”
“You know little about her,” Robert cautioned.
“Mayhap, but I have learned she is genuine and caring.” He paused. “After I have delivered the writ, I wish to return for her.”
A frown deepened the bishop’s brow. “Do you think that is wise?”
“Nay,” Colyne replied with complete honestly. Besides her betrothal, she didna trust him enough to tell him the secret she hid, both solid reasons why he should let her go. “But I care too much about Alesia to forget her.”
“From one friend to another, all I ask is that you weigh your future decisions in her regard with care before you act. I would nae wish to see either of you hurt.”
“What news have you learned?” Colyne asked, changing the subject, understanding Robert’s concern.
“I have received word that three ships are moored at the pier, one of them the Kincaid. Your friend, Lord Thomas Kirketon, Earl of Logan, is the captain.”
Relief swept him. “Which will be my transport to France.” Once his childhood friend learned of his destination, along with the reason, he would offer him passage.
“He is planning to sail to Portugal on the morning tide.”
An urgent pull flooded Colyne. “Then I shall leave for the docks immediately.”
“What of Lady Alesia?”
“I ask that you keep her in your care until you can secure passage for her to sail to France. I refuse to subject a lady to the Kincaid. Though Logan sails for profit, we both know that more often than nae, he and his men scour the seas to relieve the English ships of supplies meant for their troops.”
Robert nodded. “I am pleased Logan’s loyalties lie with the Scots. With regards to Alesia, I will ensure she is kept safe.”
With the time to leave her having arrived, he found himself far from ready to depart. “My thanks for watching over her.” Sadness lurked in his friend’s eyes, and Colyne understood. He placed his hand on the bishop’s shoulder. “My heart is heavy at the loss of Douglas. I still grieve.”
“He is in God’s hands, a thought that offers me great comfort.” Robert released a sad sigh. “Take care, my friend. May God bless your path and see you safe.”
“And you as well.” Silence embraced Colyne as he descended the steps to the cellar, the musty air thick and rich with the aromas of age and earth. He moved behind the stairs and opened the door.
“Who goes there?”
The rich softness of Alesia’s voice ignited a need for her that far exceeded the physical. He frowned. Alesia had made it clear she didna want him to speak with her father. Should he respect her wishes and, when he left, never see her again?
Could he?
“ ’Tis Colyne.” He entered. Need slammed him as he saw her sitting on the bed. Embraced in the glow of several candles, Alesia radiated beauty. Everything he wanted in a woman.
And more.
Colyne closed the door with a steadying breath. “A ship is in port and preparing to sail on the morrow. I must go.”
Panic flashed in her eyes and then shifted to hope as she stood. Her shoulders relaxed. “We are leaving?”
His heart ached at their parting, at the possibility that he might never see her again.
Then he thought of her betrothed.
A man she’d vowed to wed but didna love.
When he spoke with her father, could he convince the powerful lord to release Alesia from an unhappy future? And if her father agreed, he would expect Colyne to offer for her hand.
He tensed. As daunting as the thought of again trusting his heart, he acknowledged that she had awakened sensations he’d never believed possible.
But did they equal love?
Before he met with her father he would be sure. “The vessel is nae designed for comfort but speed.”
A relieved smile touched her mouth as she reached for her cloak. “Comfort matters not.”
“I am going alone,” he stated. “ ’Tis too risky to take you along.”
She pulled on her cloak. “As if we have not already faced more than our share of dangers?”
A sword’s wrath. “Before we did nae have a choice.”
Her eyes widened in panic. “I must sail for France immediately.”
The blend of fear and sadness in her voice had him moving closer. “The bishop will ensure you board a ship soon on which you will be safe.”
“But—”
“I will nae argue.” At her stricken expression, needing to offer her comfort, Colyne strode to her and claimed her mouth.
His body trembled beneath the onslaught of emotions she inspired, needs that shook him to the core.
Grief at having to leave her tearing through him, he pulled away.
He stroked his thumb against her cheek. “I shall miss you greatly.”
Marie drew in a shaky breath and fought back the tears. How could she convince him to take her with him to France? It would give them a few more days together. Not long, but when faced with being apart for a lifetime, she would claim each moment possible.
She cringed at the idea of becoming another man’s wife, allowing intimacy with someone other than Colyne.
“I must leave.”
The raw emotion in his words stopped her cold. As if in compliance, Marie removed her cloak, and then tossed it on the bed. She despised the secret of her heritage, of the threat it had brought to Colyne’s life. Would there ever come a time when her royal blood wouldn’t dictate her fate?
Neither could she forget her greatest need—to reach her father and explain her abduction. It outweighed everything else.
Even her love for Colyne.
His expression softened into regret. “I do nae want to leave with anger between us. Know that if I could take you with me, I would.”
At the weariness on his face, she reached out. “I know. Kiss me,” she whispered.
“I . . .” He muttered a curse. Then Colyne caught her mouth in a fierce kiss.
Marie gave in to her desire until her body ignited beneath his in a hunger only he could quench.
On a rough breath, he broke away. “ ’Tis time to go. I have already stayed overlong.”
Sadness washed through her. He believed he was keeping her safe, but what he didn’t understand was that her own mission outweighed the protection the bishop offered. Each passing day brought greater peril to Scotland’s cause.
Aware of what she must do, Marie watched Colyne prepare to go.
Once he left the cathedral, with the materials she’d found within a desk shielded by the cloth, she would ink an explanation of her actions to the bishop so he wouldn’t worry about her disappearance.
After, she would follow Colyne to the docks. Somehow, she would make her way aboard.
“My blessings for your journey.” They wouldn’t be parting, but he didn’t know that.
A muscle worked in his jaw. “I wish it could be different.”
“As do I.”
“I care about you, Alesia. I am trying to keep you safe.”
“I know, but you will not always be there for me.”
As the door closed behind Colyne, Marie dipped the quill in the ink and wrote a missive to the bishop explaining her absence. Setting her note on the bed, Marie tugged on her cloak and slipped into the hallway.
Empty.
Anxiousness slid through her. Had he used the cellar door? The main cathedral exit above? Mayhap he’d left through the back of the building? She started forward.
“He is gone,” the bishop stated, his steps a confident tap as he descended the stairs.
Marie halted, surprised by the cleric’s appearance, further unnerved by the seriousness of his voice. He spoke to her as if he knew who she was. She frowned. Which was impossible. They’d never met.
“I was hoping to catch up with Colyne.”
“You are safe here.”
At the emphasis of his words, she swallowed hard. If he had recognized her when introduced, wouldn’t he have used her proper address? Slowly, praying she was wrong and he hadn’t identified her, she turned.
The bishop had halted several paces away, his face cast in shadows.
She wished she could see his expression. “I deeply appreciate your offer of protection,” she said, grateful her voice revealed none of her distress. “Colyne has informed me of your making arrangements for my departure. I am thankful to you for those as well.”
“’Tis my pleasure. I only wish that danger wasna about and I could offer you a room more deserving of your station.”
Unease trickled through her. “The chamber you provided is adequate.”
He stepped into the light, his gaze shrewd. “It would be if your father was nae King Philip.”