Dark Deceptions: A Regency and Medieval Collection of Dark Romances(212)

“He is here!” she exclaimed. “George has come!”

Chrystobel was thrilled for her sister but still aware of her husband’s feelings. Keller had been terribly protective of Izlyn since the day he married Chrystobel and basically treated the girl like a daughter. Izlyn had spent her formative teen years not fostering in a cold household, but living with her sister and husband, deeply loved. Therefore, Keller felt as if he was losing a daughter.

“Mayhap you should go to the gatehouse,” Chrystobel said helpfully. “The sentries have a much better view of the road and will know for sure. Where is William?”

“He should be at the gatehouse,” Keller said, his voice sounding sad and dull. He sighed heavily. “I will go and see if it is indeed George.”

Izlyn took Genevieve from Keller’s lap as he set Iselle carefully on the floor. As he headed out of the hall, Iselle whimpered and ran after him, so he picked her up and carried her out with him. Chrystobel and Izlyn watched him go, feeling his melancholy mood.

“Is he upset?” Izlyn wanted to know. “Surely he is happy for me.”

Chrystobel nodded. “Of course he is happy for you,” she said. “But you know he is very attached to you, to all of his girls. It will be difficult for him to turn you over to another man, even another man as wonderful as George.”

At the mention of George’s name, Izlyn broke into a big smile. A woman grown now, she was blond and beautiful and elegant, and the speech that had evaded her for so long had returned with a vengeance after her brother’s death. She was eloquent and articulate now, and very much in love with George Ashby-Kidd, and he with her. That fondness from years ago had developed into something much, much more.

“Keller will send word to St. Peter’s, won’t he?” Izlyn wanted to know. “He said he would when the time came. I would like to be married there.”

Chrystobel nodded patiently. “He will, I am sure,” she said. “If he does not, then I will do it. Have no fear that you shall be married, Izzie. Even if I have to drag my husband kicking and screaming to the church, I swear you shall be married there.”

Izlyn laughed softly, very excited to see George. She hadn’t seen him since Christmas of last year and it was a very long time to be separated from the man she loved. With Genevieve still on her hip, she left the keep, standing on the steps just outside of the entry, watching the activity at the gatehouse. Chrystobel came out to stand behind her, noticing that Keller was ordering the portcullis to be raised. Beyond, straddling the Gorge of the Dead, was the big wooden bridge that connected the castle to the road. As the ladies watched from the vantage point in front of the keep, men began to appear on the bridge, heading for the gatehouse.

George was riding at the head of the small army. There were forty men behind him, including his brother Aimery, who had been married the previous year to William Wellesbourne’s eldest daughter. William had moved his family to Nether several years ago, his wife and three children, and while the two younger children had gone off to foster, Aimery had married the very pretty Rose Wellesbourne. But Rose moved back to Pembroke when the Ashby-Kidd brothers were stationed there, so it was a bit of a wonderful surprise for William, in the gatehouse, to see that Rose had accompanied her husband to Nether for a visit. It was even more of a surprise when William saw his daughter’s gently swollen belly and realized she was pregnant with his first grandchild.

As Rose and William hugged happily in the gatehouse, George entered the bailey and dismounted his big black steed. As he passed the horse off to a soldier and headed towards Keller, who was moving towards him from the direction of the keep with a small girl in his arms, the de Poyer twins made an appearance.

Cal and Staff had been playing over near the corner of the keep, specifically because William had told them to stay away from the busy gatehouse. Unhappy, they were building something with the stones that were scattered all over the bailey, but when they saw George, they focused in on the man. They remembered George when he had visited at Christmas time. He had a brother that looked just like him, but the brother was starting to bald whereas George wasn’t. That’s how they recognized him. Furthermore, George had tied them up to a chair when they stole his coin purse out of his saddlebags. Worse yet, he had told their father, who had promptly spanked them. Nay, the boys weren’t happy with George’s appearance in the least. It was time to get even.

As George made his way towards Keller, Cal and Staff gathered handfuls of small pebbles. George was several feet away from Keller, lifting his hand in greeting, when he began to feel a stinging sensation on his legs and arms. It took him a few moments to realize that Cal and Staff were throwing rocks at him. He came to a halt, scowling at the boys, who continued throwing the pebbles. With a shake of his head, frustrated and resigned, George dodged flying pebbles as he closed the gap to Keller.

“Greetings, my lord,” he said to Keller. “You and your young daughter are looking quite well today.”

A pebble smacked him right in the cheek and his hand flew to his face, turning to scowl menacingly at the boys. Keller, however, was rather pleased with his sons’ aim. He was hoping that if they threw enough rocks, perhaps George would leave and Izlyn would remain unmarried. But he knew that was a foolish thought so he held up a hand to his twins, admonishing them to stop. Cal and Staff ceased their assault, at least for the moment. When their father returned his attention to George, Cal fired off a pebble that hit George in the back of the head.