Chapter Nine #2
“I had to ask,” she said, trying to sound brave, as if his denial didn’t really matter. “There are only servants to manage the house as well as the business. My family has worked very hard for both, and I fear what will happen if the absence of my father is too long.”
He frowned. “Will your servants steal from you?”
She shook her head, quickly. “Nay,” she said. “But they are only servants. They look for direction from me, as the lady of the house, and from my father, as their lord. All servants and soldiers need direction, do they not?”
Kevin nodded slowly. “They do,” he said. “Knights, too. I have certainly needed direction in the past. In fact, Wybren is part of my first command.”
She looked at him as if surprised by the confession. “It is?”
He continued to nod. “I have always taken orders from my liege, my father, even my brother,” he said.
“The truth is that Hyssington, Trelystan, and Caradoc Castles belong to me, as does Wybren, but that was not always so. The Trilaterals castles belonged to my brother before he gave them to me two years ago. He gifted me with my family’s hereditary title, Lord of the Trilaterals. ”
She cocked her head thoughtfully. “I have heard that title,” she said. “You own three castles?”
“Four.”
“Four,” she corrected herself. “But why should your brother give them to you if they belonged to him?”
“Because he married well,” he said. “He married the heiress to the Bath and Glastonbury earldom and is now the earl. I was his commander at the Trilaterals and he gave them to me. They have been in my family, or at least the lands have, since the time of the Duke of Normandy. I had an ancestor who came with the duke, part of a collection of great knights known as the Anges de Guerre.”
“Angels of War,” she translated softly. “Your ancestors were Norman, then.”
He held up a hand to make a point. “Not entirely,” he said. “My ancestor married into the local population, here along the Welsh border,” he said. “Family legend says his wife was part of a lost Roman tribe, descendants of the Romans who ruled these shores a thousand years ago.”
“Fascinating,” she said. “And the sapphire dragon? Where did that come from?”
He shrugged, leaning against the wall as he warmed to the conversation.
“The dragon is Welsh,” he said. “The House of de Lara has always been a Marcher lordship, so it symbolizes that relationship. We have always had an excellent relationship with the Welsh, even when the Welsh princes were bent on rebellion. My father was particularly good at keeping the peace.”
“He is gone now?”
Kevin nodded. “He has been gone for a few years,” he said.
He hesitated before continuing, but she was so easy to talk to, he couldn’t seem to stop himself.
“It is one of my great regrets that I did not spend more time with him. He was a lonely old man for many years, with my brother and me off saving England. He even died alone and that is something both my brother and I deeply regret.”
That human part of him was coming through again, the man with feeling. Juliandra could see it.
“Surely he knew that you were doing your duty,” she said. “He must have been proud of you both.”
“I would like to think so,” Kevin said. “At least, he was proud of me. My brother, on the other hand, had involved himself in… well, it does not matter. Sean is still the greatest knight I have ever known. Fortunately, my father realized that before he died.”
Juliandra smiled faintly as she heard the admiration in his tone. “What kept you away from home for so long? Were you off fighting wars?”
Kevin nodded, faintly. “Something like that,” he said quietly. “I served the Earl of Pembroke for many years. I also served Christopher de Lohr, the Earl of Hereford and Worcester. He is a great Marcher lord, too.”
“Pembroke,” she repeated. “I have heard that name. Who is the earl?”
“William Marshal.”
She pondered that for a moment, recognizing the name. “He is an important man, is he not?”
“He is. He is now the man who rules England.”
“But England has a king.”
Kevin nodded. “A king who is a child,” he said. “William Marshal is the lad’s protector and advisor.”
“Do you serve him still?”
He smiled weakly. “One is never truly out of the service of William Marshal,” he said. “But I have resigned my position if that is what you are asking. However, if he calls, I must answer.”
“Your brother, too?”
“My brother most of all.”
Juliandra thought on what he’d told her.
It seemed to her that Kevin was no simple knight if he had ties to William Marshal, who was inarguably the greatest knight England had ever seen.
He controlled much of the country, as well, meaning Kevin was much more prestigious than she had originally thought.
He was no simple Marcher lord.
“Then you are a warlord, the kind my father dislikes so intensely,” she said with a smile.
Kevin chuckled. “I am a warlord, indeed,” he said. “Unfortunately, warlords are necessary. We are the only thing that stands between civility and chaos. Your father should appreciate us more.”
Juliandra shrugged, mostly in agreement. “My father dislikes everything these days, so do not take it personally.”
Given what he’d been told about the man, Kevin understood. “He hates warlords and the church,” he said. “There isn’t much left. I would assume that he at least loves his only child.”
She looked at him, then. “I am not an only child,” she said. “You may as well know that I have a brother, although my father refuses to speak of him and acknowledge him. He disowned him when he married against my father’s wishes.”
Kevin’s brow furrowed. “That is quite serious,” he said. “But it seems a little severe to disown him for marrying without permission.”
She shook her head. “There is a difference between marrying against my father’s wishes and marrying without permission,” she said.
“The story is quite unbelievable, but I assure you that it is true. A troupe of minstrels passed through Pool about a year ago and they were very good. They played in the town’s square for a few weeks and people would come from all over to see them.
They made a good deal of money with the coinage given to them for their entertainment and my brother, who worked in my father’s shop, became quite enamored with one of the singers. ”
Kevin could already see where this was going. “And he ran away with her?”
Juliandra nodded. “Sadly, he did,” she said.
“But that wasn’t the worst part. My brother is a year younger than I am and the woman is old enough to be his mother.
Burke is such a kind and tender-hearted lad and this woman was very sweet to him.
He was truly convinced that he was in love with her, but my father was certain the woman was manipulating him.
One morning, Burke left and so did the minstrel group.
Ever since then, my father has forbidden anyone to speak of my brother, including me. ”
Kevin understood something about disowning a family member. He did that to his own brother for years, convinced his brother had dishonored himself and his family. As it turned out, what Sean had done had all been in the service of his dedication to a safe and prosperous England.
But Kevin didn’t see that at the time.
Now, he did.
Therefore, he had some sympathy to the plight of young Burke ap Gethin.
“That is a difficult situation,” he said. “But I would not give up hope. Time has a way of healing those situations. Burke may come back to you yet.”
Juliandra nodded sadly. “I hope so,” she said. “I miss my brother very much. I wish I knew where he had gone and how he was faring. We’ve not heard from him in all that time.”
“You will,” Kevin said. “He is still family. As I said, time has a way of healing those wounds.”
She looked at him, an inquisitive cast in her expression. “You speak as if you know something about family troubles.”
Kevin rolled his eyes. “It would take me years to tell you everything I know about family troubles,” he said. “Suffice it to say that I do indeed know a great deal about them. I therefore speak from experience.”
She smiled as if convinced by his wisdom. The subject of Burke was always a painful one, something she really couldn’t speak of. She probably shouldn’t have even said anything to Kevin but, somehow, she didn’t want him thinking that her father was a general malcontent.
He had his reasons.
“You should not mention our conversation to my father,” she said. “Bringing up Burke is like throwing fuel on a fire. He would not take it well.”
Kevin shook his head. “I will not,” he said. “You have my word.”
“Thank you.”
She paused for only a moment before asking, “Is there anything else you wish to know? Anything further questions you may have?”
He cocked his head, casting her a curious glance. She was very much pressing him for questions, the questions he had mentioned when he had asked her to remain at Wybren, so he had a feeling she was hoping he would exhaust himself with questions so her father would be released and she could go home.
In truth, it would be quite the opposite. Kevin was going to delay his questions as long as he could, increasingly concerned about the lie he was building on.
He didn’t like it in the least.
“It seems as if you are anxious for me to ask,” he said after a moment. “You are not, perchance, eager to leave here, are you?”
She laughed softly. “Wouldn’t you be?” she said. “It is no secret that I want to go home and I want my father released.”
“All in due time, my lady.”
His eyes were glimmering at her as he said it, which didn’t make his reply seem like a rebuke.
Simply a fact. A smile was still lingering on Juliandra’s lips when it very well shouldn’t have been.
They were discussing her father’s release.
God forgive her, but that was starting to feel a little less of a priority over her interest in Kevin.
She was a terrible daughter, indeed.
“I suppose,” she finally said. “But you promised this would not be permanent.”
“It will not be.”
“Is my father at least comfortable?”
She didn’t notice that he stumbled slightly before answering. “He wants for nothing.”
She believed him, so she didn’t press. She was building a rather nice rapport with the man and she didn’t want to ruin it.
She was coming to think that if she was sweet enough, and helpful enough, perhaps her father’s release would come much sooner.
Maybe she could even charm Kevin into releasing him.
Pestering the man more than likely wouldn’t have the desired result, but being sweeter than honey might.
It was an avenue she was willing to explore.
“Well,” she said, turning away from him. “If I am to be here for a length of time, I would like to contribute to Wybren somehow. If I must sit here all day with nothing to do, I will go mad.”
He was interested. “What do you want to do?”
She paused, turning to look at him. “At The Neath, I am chatelaine,” she said. “I take care of everything in the household. Do you have a chatelaine?”
“I have a majordomo.”
“May I at least be given some duties for the kitchens and the feasting hall? May I at least oversee the meals?”
“Would you like to?”
“I would.”
He thought on it for a moment before nodding. “Very well,” he said. “I will introduce you to the majordomo. You can assist him if it pleases you.”
“At least I will not die of boredom.”
Kevin grinned. “You do not like this chamber? You can see everything from that window. Surely that should keep you entertained.”
She pointed to the big window. “This should be your place,” she said. “As commander of Wybren, you can see everyone who is coming and going.”
He shook his head. “I have a better place.”
She looked at the window. “Better than that?” she said, surprised. “Where?”
He pointed in a general upward direction. “In the towers of the keep,” he said. “I can see everything from there. It feels as if I am a bird, looking down over the entire landscape.”
He was speaking of the towers that Wybren was famous for and Juliandra smiled. “Wybren means the sky,” she said. “I suppose that makes you Lord of the Sky.”
He grinned, perhaps bashfully at such a grandiose name. “I suppose.”
Her smile broadened. “A great name for a great knight.”
That was about all the flattery Kevin could take from her and not start blushing like a new bride. Smirking to cover his embarrassment, he changed the subject.
“Would you come with me now?” he said. “We can locate the majordomo and discover how you may assist him.”
Not oblivious to the fact that Kevin was shifting the focus away from him and her flattering words, which may have been a little too heavy-handed, Juliandra rushed to find her leather shoes.
The new dress was lightweight and much more functional than the elaborate confection she’d been wearing, and she moved swiftly and confidently in it.
Strange as it seemed, there was also something special about it because Kevin had helped her secure it.
It had been an odd bonding moment.
While she should have been feeling depressed and doomed to have returned to her captivity at Wybren, the truth was that she wasn’t feeling sorrowful in the least. When she was looking forward to charming the man and perhaps having her father released sooner, just the opposite was happening.
Little did she realize that Kevin was charming her instead.