A Lady Under Siege(37)
“What news, Madame?”
“Nothing of import. The girl awoke.”
“And how is she?”
Sylvanne looked at her sharply. “What care you how she is?”
“But I, I didn’t mean her health, ma’am,” Mabel stammered, although that’s exactly what she had meant. “I meant how is her personality—is she a pleasant girl, or a brat, is she sweet or is she spoiled?”
“Don’t ask such things of me,” Sylvanne responded harshly. “I can’t allow myself to pity her, even if she were pleasant.” She thought a moment. “Your interest in her is too keen for my liking. I’m still asking myself how our captor came to know of Judith and Holofernes.”
“Oh ma’am, please do believe me when I promise you my purest loyalty,” Mabel cried obsequiously. “I would never plot against you. Never would I share your secrets.”
“That man Gwynn you rode in the cart with, on the journey here—you formed an attachment to him, it was obvious. Perhaps you mentioned it to him, forgetting in a moment of agreeable conversation that your words might have consequences.”
Mabel blushed at the mention of Gwynn. “I don’t think so, ma’am,” she replied. “In fact I’m quite certain I never said such a thing to anyone at all. I swear it. On my heart, believe me Madame. I couldn’t stand to be mistrusted by you.”
“I don’t know who, or what, to believe anymore.”
Sylvanne sat wearily on the edge of her bed. Mabel watched her shoulders rise and fall with each breath. She came to her Mistress, touched her shoulder tenderly, and began to loosen the buttons on the back of her dress.
“Confide in me, Madame.”
“I spoke very cruelly to the girl,” Sylvanne said ruefully. “And again to you, just now. It’s not in character for me to say such things. I feel such a stranger here, a stranger even to myself.” She let her neck slump forward as the dress loosened, and Mabel rubbed her shoulders gently under the fabric. “My dear husband has charged me with a solemn obligation, which I promised to carry out. And I’ve never broken a promise in my life. I will fulfill my duty, because I must. But it isn’t easy—to do it I need maintain a fire, an angry burning flame of righteousness, that leaves no room for weakness, or pity, or doubt. And in that state of mind, cruel words come naturally from my mouth.” She rose and let Mabel pull the dress from her arms, stepped out of it, and elected to put on a simple housedress, a deep blue kirtle with pale yellow cuffs. “I’m glad you are here with me, Mabel. You’re the only one in this place who remembers me the way I was, the way I truly am. I don’t truly wish harm to anyone.”
“I do know that Madame,” said Mabel. “I’ve observed you a long time, long before you were elevated to the status of a Lady, remember? Why, I used to buy milk and cheese from you in the marketplace, when you were just a simple girl bringing goods to sell. Everyone in those days remarked on your sweetness and sincerity—there wasn’t a more vibrant, openhearted girl in all the world, I don’t reckon! It’s no wonder Master Gerald plucked you from among the common folk and made you his queen.”
“I should have refused him,” Sylvanne mused. “I should have married a carpenter, or run away with a travelling minstrel.”
“No, no, Madame,” Mabel chided her softly. “There’s no point dreaming of what wasn’t and never can be. None of us can change the past.”
“In this place I’m expected to change the future,” Sylvanne said unhappily. “Lord Thomas has a heart so set on curing his daughter that he tolerates me, and treats me as a guest, knowing full well I intend to kill him. Isn’t that peculiar?”
“I suppose it is,” Mabel agreed. “At least on the surface. From what I’ve seen though, Madame, the man possesses love in abundance. He loves his daughter desperately, that much is apparent. And a desperate man will grasp at any straw, no matter how peculiar it might appear to others.”
“Don’t defend him to me, Mabel,” Sylvanne said abruptly. “I need you as an ally, and an accomplice, just as Judith had her Abra.”
“I doubt if I’m as brave as that maid,” Mabel responded.
“I don’t require bravery from you, but rather stealth, and cleverness at thievery—those are the skills you’ll need. You treat our captors with deference, good humour even. I’ve noticed that whereas my every move is monitored, they like you already, and give you leeway.”