Chapter Eighteen #2
She thought it rather odd that Lucy suddenly stopped talking and looked as if she had seen a ghost. She was looking over to her left where the general population was sitting.
Devereux’s brow furrowed with curiosity as she tried to follow Lucy’s gaze to see what had the woman so rattled. She finally nudged her.
“What is the matter?” she asked. “Why do you look so?”
Lucy, realizing she was being watched, abruptly faced forward. “Nothing is the matter,” she said unconvincingly. “I do believe the mêlée is about to start. Do you not want some refreshment before it begins?”
Devereux wasn’t stupid; something had Lucy shaken and she peered around the woman’s backside to see what she could see.
All she saw were people everywhere; men, women and children all trying to get a good seat for the coming spectacle.
She saw nothing out of the ordinary. She was about to turn away when a young women suddenly approached the edge of the box and began waving her hands frantically.
“Lucy!” the woman called. “Yoo hoo; Luuuuuuuucy!”
Lucy looked frozen with fear. Devereux, at a loss with the woman’s behavior, nudged her again.
“That woman is trying to gain your attention,” she pointed it out as if an obviously screaming woman wasn’t enough. “Do you know her?”
Lucy looked sickened as she turned in the direction of the woman. Weakly, she smiled and waved, but that wasn’t enough; suddenly, the woman was ducking under the barrier of the box. But she wasn’t alone; as she stepped up onto the benches, she pulled two little girls along with her.
Devereux watched with curiosity until one of the little girls jumped up onto the steps in a very independent gesture and turned in Devereux’s direction.
Staring back at her were Davyss’ features lodged within a tiny, beautiful face.
And there was a second child who looked just like her.
The longer Devereux stared at the girls, the more she gradually came to realize who they were.
The battering ram hit. The hammer dropped.
Devereux suddenly couldn’t breathe as she gazed at those two small little faces.
Dear God, she thought to herself, it cannot be.
But there was no mistake as the dark-haired, hazel-eyed twins drew near.
As Devereux reeled with shock and Lucy tried not to panic, the woman came upon the pale pair with the lovely little girls in tow.
She bent down and kissed Lucy on the cheek.
“I have been looking everywhere for you,” the woman exclaimed. “I saw the de Winter tents and knew you would be around here somewhere. ’Tis good to see you again.”
Lucy wished a hole would open up in the ground and swallow her up. “’Tis… ’tis good to see you too,” she gulped. “Are… are you here with your father?”
The woman nodded. “He is competing in the joust,” she said. “He says he will leave the mêlée to the younger men like Davyss and Hugh.”
Lucy didn’t dare look at Devereux as the woman suddenly fixed on her and smiled brightly.
“My lady,” she greeted with a small curtsy. “I am the Lady Avarine du Bois. These are my daughters, the Lady Isabella and the Lady Angela.”
Devereux stared up at the woman as if she had just spoken to her in tongues.
It was difficult to process anything at the moment as she struggled to deal with her surprise.
Avarine was a pretty woman with blue eyes and dark hair, and seemed genuinely friendly.
As Devereux looked at her, all she could see was her husband making love to the woman and producing twins.
It was selfish and foolish, she knew, but that was all she could see at the moment.
Her sweet husband all over this woman’s body, touching her and kissing her…
it was enough to set her head to spinning.
“My lady,” Devereux forced herself to respond.
But that was as far as she went. Avarine smiled and planted herself next to Lucy as Davyss’ twins sat on the bench in front of Devereux and began pulling each other’s hair. Avarine stilled the fighting hands as she turned to Lucy.
“It has been such a long time since we last saw one another,” she said to Lucy. “I have seen Hugh and Philip, over by the tents. Is Davyss here?”
Lucy was quickly growing horrified. “Aye,” she said in a strangled voice. Then she pointed in Devereux’s direction. “This is….”
But she was too late; Avarine didn’t hear the muddled start of the introduction to Davyss’ wife and she spoke over Lucy’s words. She was clearly wrapped up in her own world, her own excitement.
“He has not seen his girls since they were very small,” Avarine said. “Do you not think he will be surprised? They have grown so much. They are so lovely and smart now, a perfect tribute to their father. I know he will be proud of them.”
Lucy thought she might faint, trying to hush the woman discreetly but Avarine was oblivious. She rattled on.
“My father hopes to speak to Davyss again regarding marriage,” she was gazing out over the arena, her blue-eyed gaze searching eagerly for the powerful form of Davyss de Winter.
“I know that Davyss does not want to marry, but that was years ago. Perhaps he has changed his mind. It is only right that we marry, after all; we already have two children together. We would make a lovely family, don’t you think?
And I think a son next year in the image of his father would be wonderful. ”
Lucy grabbed the woman by the wrist, so hard that she clawed into Avarine’s tender flesh. But she didn’t still the woman’s rattling mouth before Devereux shot to her feet and bolted from the box. Lucy let go of Avarine and began to run after her.
“Devereux!” she cried, tripping over a bench and falling to her knees. “Devereux, wait!”
Devereux heard Lucy’s cries but she could not respond.
She was verging on complete hysteria, listening to Avarine speak of Davyss and of the children they had together.
It hurt so badly that she couldn’t breathe.
She was Davyss’ wife but she had miscarried his child.
Avarine had two children by Davyss and wanted more.
It was Davyss’ right to have more children like the beautiful twins.
Hearing the excitement in Avarine’s voice as she spoke of Davyss drove dagger after dagger into Devereux’s heart. She felt so worthless, so inadequate. She hated herself terribly at that moment.
Devereux jumped off the lists, hit the ground, and began running.
Seated in the royal box, Lady Katharine heard the shouting and turned in time to see Devereux disappear from the lists. She saw Lucy go after her but was prevented from paying closer attention by a strong hand on her arm.
“Was that Davyss’ wife?” Simon asked.
Lady Katharine nodded, looking rather concerned that the woman had just bolted off. “It is,” she replied.
“I only caught a swift glimpse of her, but she looks lovely.”
“She is,” she answered. “Davyss is very much in love with the girl. Perhaps I should go and see what the matter is.”
Simon shook his head. “No need,” he replied. “You cannot move as fast as she does and you will only hurt yourself, so it is best if you let your son handle his wife.”
Lady Katharine shot Simon a menacing glare with her faded hazel eyes. “Watch your tongue, man. I may not be able to run swiftly but I can still use a dagger quite adequately.”
Simon laughed softly. “You are still a firebrand after all of these years.”
Lady Katharine lifted an eyebrow at him. “You think so?” she slapped the hand on her arm and he removed it, still laughing. “And you are still as I remember; selfish and bold.”
Simon’s humor faded as he beheld Katharine’s angular profile. “Is that all you remember?” he asked softly.
Katharine refused be lured back to the days when she and Simon believed themselves in love with one another, when she was a young maiden and only pledged to Grayson de Winter. It was a futile romance but one that had burned hot at one time.
“I will not reminisce with you,” she said flatly. “There is no need.”
Simon knew that but it was still something he lived with, something he thought on every time he saw Davyss. “Did you ever tell him, Kate?” he murmured.
“Nay.”
“Why not?”
“Because he is a de Winter. What purpose would it serve to tell him otherwise?”
Simon sighed faintly, knowing there was truth to her statement. He wouldn’t push the issue, now thirty four years old and beyond any resolution. He averted his gaze, flicking imaginary pieces of dust off his breeches. “No purpose,” he agreed quietly. “But someday, I should like him to know.”
Katharine was in no mood for Simon’s attempt at reflection. In fact, she wanted far away from the subject. “Finish what you were saying about my son and be quick about it,” she told him. “He will be competing shortly and I want to watch.”
Simon lifted his eyes, regarding the woman’s profile again. She was such a strong woman, deeply dedicated to her sons. He knew why she had never told Davyss of his true parentage but it never eased his ache. And it was for that very reason that Simon knew he must press his issue.
“Davyss was most reluctant to swear fealty to me after Lewes,” he lowered his voice. “As I said, I believe the only reason he did it was because I threatened to hold his wife hostage to ensure his good behavior. As much as I hate to move against Davyss in such ways, I still feel it is necessary.”
Katharine’s jaw ticked. “So you do not trust his word?”
Simon was careful how he replied. “I would trust Davyss with my life, as you well know. But the man’s loyalties have always been with Henry.
Even though he has sworn allegiance to me, I feel there is no harm in reinforcing that oath.
Since the only reason he swore to support me was because I threatened his wife, I feel it necessary to force him to honor his pledge. ”