Chapter Five #3
Tertius glanced at her. “I will not take you, either,” he said.
“De Wolfe told me that you are with child. Do you really think I would drag my pregnant sister all over England? You are mad, Isobeau. Atticus is leaving today to return Titus to Wolfe’s Lair and you will go with him.
Then, you will remain at Wolfe’s Lair whilst he does what needs to be done. ”
Isobeau looked at him with some guilt in her expression. “I am sorry I did not tell you about the baby sooner,” she said, shrugging. “There has not been the opportunity.”
He waved her off, as if it was of no consequence. “Have you sent word to Papa yet?”
Isobeau shook her head. “I have not.”
“He will be eager to know.”
She pursed her lips irritably. “He will want me to name my son after the de Shera tradition of Roman names for the males,” she said. “I will not do it.”
“Titus is a Roman name. Name him after his father.”
She faltered, fighting off a grin. “That is the only reason Papa allowed me to marry Titus,” she snorted. “He bore a Roman name.”
Tertius grinned. “I fear you will not have a choice in naming your son.”
She conceded the point. “Then I shall name him something grand like Julius Caesar de Wolfe.”
Tertius burst out laughing. “Where did you hear of that?”
She watched her brother laugh. “From Papa, of course,” she said. “You know how he felt it necessary for us to know of our ancient Roman heritage.”
Tertius continued to snort although he was relieved that his sister seemed to be feeling better.
The color was coming back to her cheeks.
But now he was feeling rather exhausted, having sat up watching over her all night.
Now that the sun was rising over the misty morning, he was seriously thinking on seeking his bed.
“I am sure when the time comes that you will honor both our heritage and your husband’s,” he said. “For now, I do believe I will try to get some sleep. I’ve been up all night watching over you and am starting to feel my exhaustion. Will you be all right for a time?”
Isobeau nodded. “I will.”
Tertius pointed to the big wardrobe in the corner. “Since Atticus is leaving today to return Titus home, you should pack,” he said. “I will have your capcases brought out of storage and I will send some servants to help you. Is there anything else you need?”
Isobeau shook her head. “Nay,” she said. “Aren’t you going with us?”
Tertius rubbed his weary eyes. “Nay,” he said. “I must remain here, especially with Northumberland so weakened. Let things settle here a bit and I will come to you at Wolfe’s Lair when I can.”
Isobeau understood. Her gaze lingered on Tertius for a moment, her big and tall brother with the shaggy head of light brown hair. She loved him dearly and a separation from him was not particularly appealing. She would miss him.
“Thank you for being a good brother,” she said softly. “I am sorry you had to sit up all night with me.”
Tertius was already heading for the door.
“It was not just me,” he said. “Atticus was here until just before dawn. In fact, he seemed rather concerned about you. That is how I found out about the child, you know. He thought you may have hurt yourself and the child when you fainted. You feel well enough, don’t you? ”
Isobeau stood up, rubbing her belly. “I feel fine,” she said. “Tired mayhap. And a bit hungry, although I cannot decide if I actually feel hungry or nauseous. Sir Atticus really stayed here all night?”
“He did.”
Isobeau’s thoughts lingered on Atticus as Tertius bid her a farewell and left the chamber.
When the door shut softly behind him, Isobeau continued to think on Atticus de Wolfe.
Her conversation with the man from the previous evening had been rather pleasant and she hoped they were past the nastiness that had plagued their exchange when he’d come to tell her of Titus’ death.
She truly didn’t want to be at odds with the man, especially when she had an ulterior motive in mind.
Perhaps it was time to ply him with honey in an attempt to wheedle her way into his quest to find the men who had killed Titus.
Certainly, butting heads with him would not work.
He was, perhaps, even more stubborn than she was.
You should know that I will ask you tomorrow if I can go with you.
It was tomorrow, after all.
Nothing had changed. She wasn’t going to let him go without her. For Titus’ sake, she was determined to have satisfaction, too.
*
“I heard you were departing today, Atticus,” Warenne said as he entered the hall where Atticus was sitting at the scrubbed feasting table, enjoying cold beef and cheese to break his night’s fast. “I saw the men bring Titus’ body up from the vault and put it on a wagon.”
Atticus, worse for wear after having only managed to get a couple of hours of very heavy sleep, drank deeply of his boiled fruit juice. He wouldn’t drink watered wine or ale in the morning because it made him sleepy.
“Aye,” he replied, grumpily. “It is at least a four day ride to Wolfe’s Lair in this weather.”
Warenne sat down next to him and confiscated the half-loaf of bread from Atticus, tearing it apart and using a knife to slather white butter on it.
“Fortunately, the weather is clear for the moment,” he said. “But the snow on the ground will prove to be difficult. Hopefully, the skies will hold until you reach the Lair.”
Atticus nodded, shoving beef in his mouth. “Hopefully.”
Warenne eyed Atticus as he ate his bread. “And Lady de Wolfe?” he asked. “How does she fare this morning?”
Atticus shrugged. “She was sleeping last I saw her,” he said. “Unfortunately, I am going to have to wake the woman. I want to leave within the hour. When are you leaving, Ren? Surely you do not plan to stay at Alnwick too much longer.”
Warenne shook his head. “Nay,” he replied. “We are leaving as well. My army will head south, back to Thetford, while I will go with you to Wolfe’s Lair.”
Atticus looked at him sharply. “Why are you coming with me?”
Warenne swallowed the bite in his mouth.
“Because you have need of me,” he said quietly.
“I will be truthful with you, Atticus. I do not intend to let you go after de la Londe and de Troiu alone. The two of them managed to kill Titus and he was no slouch of a knight. My fear is that they will use the same tactic they used against your brother on you, and I could not stomach that. So Kenton and I will be going with you whether or not you like it.”
Atticus stared at the man. “You insult my abilities as a knight by assuming I cannot handle two armed men on my own.”
Warenne shook his head firmly. “It is not slander and well you know it,” he said. “Think on it this way, Atticus; if I were bent on revenge by going after two heavily armed men who had already killed a very capable knight, would you let me go alone?”
Atticus frowned. He didn’t answer right away as he looked back to his meal. “Probably not,” he grumbled. “But you are different. You are a soft and pampered earl and you cannot do something like that on your own. You would call upon a seasoned warrior like me to do it for you.”
Warenne fought off a grin. “So now you insult me by calling me soft and pampered?”
Atticus couldn’t hold a straight face. “Well, you are.”
“Would you care to go outside with me so I can show you just how soft and pampered I am?”
Atticus snorted. “Nay,” he said flatly, “because you would cheat and order your knights to fight me in your stead. Although I am confident I can best them, I have no desire to go up against Conor de Birmingham, Gerik le Mon, or Ackerley Forbes. You have a trio of powerful de Winter knights at your disposal. I am no fool; Forbes alone would try to cut me off at the knees.”
“Then you admit you need help against more than one armed knight.”
“I admit nothing.”
“That is a true tragedy because you are going to have my help whether or not you want it. If you do not permit Kenton and me to ride with you, we will simply follow you at a distance, so you may as well accept our presence whether or not you want it.”
Atticus was genuinely annoyed at the man. “Kenton must remain in command of Northumberland,” he said. “He is needed here.”
“You have Tertius to command Northumberland. He is competent.”
“Aye, he is, but Kenton technically outranks him. And I command le Bec, not you.”
“That is true, but in matters of rank, I outrank you and I have ordered Kenton to go to Wolfe’s Lair.”
Atticus sighed heavily and shoved the remainder of his beef into his mouth.
What Warenne said was true and Atticus could see that his argument was at an end.
There was nothing more he could say and his frustration was evident.
“If you were not an earl, and a de Winter, I might tell you what I really think of you,” he muttered.
Warenne was thrilled that Atticus wasn’t fighting him on the matter any longer, or worse, actually fighting him off with weapons.
He knew Atticus well and knew the man wasn’t beyond brandishing a weapon when provoked.
Warenne wasn’t afraid to push the man, mostly because of his entitlement – he knew Atticus would respect that above all else.
Still, he felt very strongly that he needed to accompany Atticus on his quest for revenge and he’d pulled Kenton le Bec in on his plans.
As good as Atticus was, and he was among the best, Kenton was possibly even better in combat by sheer strength and size alone.
He was a monster with a sword and that was what Warenne wanted for Atticus should the need arise.
The men who had murdered Titus were certainly not to be underestimated.
“You may tell me someday what you think of me when all of this is through,” Warenne said. “But if you insult me too badly, I may have to punish you.”
Atticus gave him a half-grin as he drained what was left in his cup. “With the mighty Lespada?”
“My heirloom sword has killed more men than you have.”