Chapter Two #2
They traveled all that day. She was grateful, at least, that they rode at the head of the column as the horses behind them stirred great clouds of yellow dust.
They stopped once at noon to rest and water the horses and again a few hours later. She had expected they would make camp at dusk but night fell and there was no sign that they were going to stop.
She sagged against Reyes, too exhausted to care that he was her enemy.
She didn’t remember falling asleep but she woke abruptly, a huge castle rising before her eyes.
Reyes guided his horse across the narrow stone bridge that spanned a moat, and then under a portcullis.
They passed through the main gate and then they were inside the inner courtyard.
Servants ran to and fro, offering water and wine to the trail-weary warriors.
Youths led the war horses into the barns to look after them.
Wives and children filled the yard, welcoming their husbands and fathers home.
No one came to greet her captor.
Reyes took Shanara by the arm and led her up a winding staircase to the first floor and into the banquet hall.
Inside, he bade her sit down at one of the tables.
At any other time, she would have argued but she was too tired to offer any resistance, and far too hungry, for they had eaten but little on the trail.
She watched through heavy-lidded eyes as serving women hurried into the hall, laying out trays laden with meat and vegetables and baskets of crusty brown bread. Tankards filled with ale were set on the tables.
Stomach growling, Shanara filled a trencher with food, acutely conscious of Reyes sitting at the head of the table.
The room was soon filled with hungry men. Laughter and conversation rose on all sides as the women joined their menfolk.
With the edge taken from her hunger, Shanara looked around the hall.
It was an enormous room. A dozen long trestle tables were scattered down its center.
A huge fireplace took up most of one wall with a pair of crossed swords hanging over the mantel.
A chandelier hung from the ceiling, fresh rushes covered the floor.
On the walls were tapestries depicting a variety of hunting and battle scenes.
But it was Reyes who drew her attention time and again.
Clad all in black, he sat alone at the head of the table absently picking at his dinner while he watched the goings-on in the hall.
He smiled as his men toasted him again and again, sharing stories of his bravery in battle, relating how he had ridden into the midst of a fierce skirmish to save one of his men.
She found it curious that he sat at the head of the table without female companionship.
She had no sooner finished her meal than a young woman clad in a long gray gown appeared at her side. “Please come with me, my lady.”
Shanara sent a glance in Reyes’ direction, but he was paying her no mind. When the girl gave a gentle tug on the sleeve of Shanara’s gown, Shanara rose and followed her from the hall.
The maid led her up a narrow winding stairway, down a long dark corridor, and into a large room where another, older woman also clad in gray waited.
Before she knew what was happening, Shanara found herself being undressed and urged into a round wooden tub filled with hot water.
In spite of her protests that she was perfectly able to bathe herself, the women bathed her and washed her hair, then helped her out of the tub.
They dried her off, anointed her with fragrant oil, wrapped a bit of toweling around her hair, then helped her into a long, loose-fitting gown of ice blue velvet.
“Sit here, my lady,” the older woman said, indicating she should sit on a low stool.
Knowing it was useless to argue, Shanara did as she was told.
“Such beautiful hair,” the woman said, removing the toweling. “Like auburn silk.”
“Indeed,” murmured her companion, a note of envy in her voice.
Shanara closed her eyes. She had always enjoyed having someone else brush her hair. The woman had gentle hands and for a few moments, Shanara gave herself up to the luxury of being pampered, something she had sorely missed since her mother passed away.
“Will there be anything else, my lady?” the older woman asked.
“Thank you, no.”
Looking pleased with themselves, the two women bowed in her direction and then left the room.
Sitting there, Shanara took a good look at her surroundings.
A large bed covered with furs stood between two arched windows that overlooked the courtyard.
There was a large wooden chest at the foot of the bed, a square table and two chairs in one corner.
A fire burned in the raised hearth, providing the room with heat and light.
Another, smaller round table held a flagon of wine, a pair of goblets, a bowl of fruit, and a platter of assorted meats and cheese.
She stood, thinking to pour herself a glass of wine, when she heard the sound of heavy footsteps outside the door.