He looked at Alisoun. Well, not rewarded, exactly. But he got to keep his wife.

Then she spoke. "If I may be so bold as to ask, my liege, what tale did Osbern weave to explain the death of his wife?"

Her softly spoken question jerked David away from his blossoming sense of triumph and back to gritty reality. In sooth, he did have his wife, but his wife had lost her dearest friend and she could, in fairness, blame Philippa's death on his failure to challenge Osbern at Radcliffe.

Alisoun could blame him? h.e.l.l, he blamed himself.

"No tale. He simply said she was away on another of his estates." Henry c.o.c.ked his head. "So he killed the good woman I gave him, and the estate is not entailed to a male heir. Where shall I bestow it?"

David and Alisoun said it together. "Osbern left a daughter."

"Hazel resides with me at George's Cross," Alisoun said.

"Excellent." Henry rubbed his palms together. "Another heiress to marry off."

David barely restrained his groan. The king was, indeed, mad for marriage, and he doubted Hazel would pa.s.s her second birthday before she found herself betrothed. Then he remembered who had custody of the child.

Alisoun had experience in holding off unwanted suitors. Hazel would be safe until Alisoun decided she was ripe for marriage.

Holding out his hand, David asked, "So shall we go, lady wife?"

"I beg you, husband, to allow me to first find Philippa's maid and inquire about the details of her death."

David didn't want Alisoun to know. He didn't want her haunted by the gruesome details, but the king rose and said, "A worthy plan, Lady Alisoun. It shall be as you wish. In the meantime, may I offer my cousin's hospitality to you both. You're hungry and no doubt weary, and now that Sir David is once again the king's champion I will require him to swear fealty to me."

David didn't want to stay. He didn't care how hungry or tired he was, he just wanted to take Alisoun to a private place and ask if she would ever forgive his stupidity. Osbern's body had already been taken into the castle chapel, where he would rest and not disturb the royal activities. But Alisoun a.s.suredly wanted to say her prayers for Philippa, and so she followed Henry off the stand, and David followed her, up the stairs, into the keep, and up to the royal table set on the dais.

The other n.o.bles kept their distance, as the king had commanded, while the servants hurried to their duties. Osbern had died, but at this moment his pa.s.sing had little impact.

To Alisoun and David, Henry said, "I'll have you each on one side of me when we dine. Appropriately, I think, for the countess of George's Cross and the king's two-time champion to flank the king while we toast your newlywed status."

Alisoun agreed with composure, but David could scarcely speak. He had never eaten at the king's table before. He was only a knight, and although he could fight, no one had ever thought him as worthy of more than token respect. Now, because of Alisoun, the king had seated him at his right hand.

When the squire approached with a basin of water in which to wash, David plunged in his head and scrubbed until the salt of sweat and the dirt of the road had disappeared. When he turned, he realized an unusual silence gripped the hall. Wiping his hair with a towel, he moved to Alisoun's side. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Alisoun gripped his hand as if nothing had ever come between them-or as if she didn't realize what she did. In a low tone, she said, "The servants claim to know nothing of Philippa's death, and one of them-" Alisoun broke off as the door from the undercroft opened.

Watching her, David saw her eyes get big, then with a cry she flung herself at the battered figure in the doorway.

"Philippa." She wrapped her friend in her arms. "Philippa, you're alive!"

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"How's my babe?"

The pallor of the dungeon hung about Philippa, bruises marked her jaw, and one eye was swollen shut. But she was alive, Osbern was dead, and Alisoun resolved that nothing would threaten her friend ever again.

In an upper bedchamber, the two friends tried to realize that at last the threat to their lives and happiness had been destroyed.

"Hazel's healthy, but she misses you." Alisoun didn't mention the hours she had spent rocking the crying baby, trying to comfort the child desolated by the loss of her mother.

"I long to hold her in my arms once more." Philippa's voice trembled with eagerness, and the maids who fed and bathed her redoubled their efforts to please the mistress they had been forced to ignore.

"You'll have her soon," Alisoun promised.

"Aye, I will. Soon I'll leave this place behind, and I'll never come back."

Somewhere, somehow, Philippa had developed a steely determination to go with her earthy good nature. No one, Alisoun thought, would ever be given the chance to harm Philippa again. She might marry again-indeed, Alisoun thought Philippa was made to be married-but somehow Philippa would hold the balance of power. Going to her friend, Alisoun knelt at her side. "The thought of you in Osbern's hands haunted me."

Philippa touched her cheek. "You should not have been troubled. He loved me, you know."

"A dreadful, capricious love then." Alisoun held Philippa's hand against her skin and thanked G.o.d again for her miraculous survival. "Did he keep you in the dungeon the whole time?"

"He said he had to punish me for running away. I didn't care what he did, as long as I knew Hazel was safe."

"She's fine," Alisoun repeated.

"I'm leaving to see her as soon as a way can be prepared." Philippa turned her face up and let the maid swab her swollen eye with cold water. "Today. I'm leaving today."

Briefly, Alisoun thought of the king and his court who waited below in the great hall. Then she dismissed them. "I'll arrange a cart. I don't think you're strong enough to ride."

Philippa started to argue, then thought better of it. "Can we find me an escort?"

"Put on a clean gown, and I'll go speak to David about it. He'll find someone." Alisoun opened the door.

Guy of the Archers fell in as if he'd been leaning against the wood. Straightening, he said, "I'll do it."

Puzzled, Alisoun asked, "Do what?"

"I'll be the lady's escort. It would be an honor to reunite her with her babe."

Alisoun stared at Guy, then at Philippa as she smiled tranquilly from her place by the fire. "Have you been listening at the door?" she asked.

Guy didn't seem to hear Alisoun. He saw only Philippa, spoke only to Philippa. "Would it please your ladyship if I escorted you?"

She held out her hand. "My thanks, gentle knight. I would have no other."

Rushing to her side, he took her hand and knelt, and Alisoun felt suddenly superfluous. She stepped into the hallway and found David waiting, a peculiar expression on his face. Obviously he had been with Guy as he waited. "Do they love each other?" he demanded.

"I never suspected, but it would seem they do...or at least that they know they might love." Alisoun didn't know why, but after she said the words she blushed and lowered her gaze.

He sounded odd, also, his voice deeper and fraught with significance when he said, "They seem an unlikely couple, but I suppose love blossoms where it will."

Beneath his words lurked something unspoken which she didn't comprehend. Wouldn't comprehend. Instead she took refuge in briskness. "Since you are now in the king's favor, could you explain to Henry that Philippa longs to embrace her child and seeks permission to leave immediately?"

"I'm in the king's favor?" David's voice had returned to normal, and she risked a glance at him. Although his mouth formed a serious line, his eyes watched her faithfully and seemed to a.n.a.lyze her every movement. "You are also in the king's favor."

"How could that be? I held a sword on him."

"Badly." He dismissed her pretensions with one brisk word. "And you have done the one thing that was guaranteed to find favor in Henry's eyes." His sober mouth twitched into a smile. "You married me."

"I could have married anyone and gotten the same results," she snapped, unnerved by his scrutiny. Most people said they didn't understand her. David, on the other hand, seemed to understand her too well, and right now she wasn't sure she wanted him to fathom how she felt. She wasn't even sure how she felt, or why she insulted him.

He didn't take offense. "But no one else ever wanted to marry you, did they?"

"Too many wanted to marry me."

"Not you," he corrected. "But your estates."

She wanted to say that she and her estates were one and the same, but they weren't. Lady Alisoun was from George's Cross, but she was not George's Cross. She had separated the two ent.i.ties forever when she'd decided to put her lands at risk to rescue Philippa.

And David...well, he wanted George's Cross, but he wanted her, too. She was not the bad medicine he had to take to gain claim to her lands, but an added jewel for his shield.

The saints knew he'd told her so in many ways; now she believed him.

She blinked. Had she been daydreaming? By Saint Michael's arm, she had. David had disappeared. She rushed after him toward the stairwell, but already she heard his voice in the great hall, begging the king to allow Philippa to leave at once.

She also had a duty to do, she reminded herself. She had to arrange transportation for Philippa, not chase after her husband for the purpose of useless chatter.

In fact, when she thought about being alone with David and speaking about their difficulties, she could only remember his half-tender, half-exasperated expression and wonder what it meant.

Still, she didn't want to return to the chamber which housed Philippa, and when she entered she knew why. Too much sunshine seemed to have penetrated the dim recesses of the room, and she had to call that glow happiness. She couldn't discern its origin-the glow permeated the stone walls, the beamed ceiling, the tapestries, and the wooden floor. On the other hand, she didn't look directly at Guy or Philippa or their rapture would blind her.

Calling the maids, Alisoun directed them on errands to prepare for Philippa's journey, and by the time the serving women had departed, David returned. "We're leaving at once," he announced.

"We?" Startled, Alisoun rounded on him. "Who's we?"

"Guy, Lady Philippa, you, me." David took her arm. "And Louis."

"You and I can't leave."

He hustled her out the door.

She tried to dig her heels in. "We must wait on the king!"

He kept a firm grip on her as they descended the staircase and bypa.s.sed the great hall. "He told us to go."

"On your instigation!"

David shrugged and held the outside door for Guy and Philippa. "Of course. I told him that Lady Philippa needed a heavy escort to George's Cross, because I had set the precedent for minor n.o.bility to wed rich widows." Guy chuckled as he descended the stairs, and David grinned, quite proud of himself. "King Henry almost fainted at the thought of losing dominion over another one of his heiresses."

"You are a wicked man," Philippa said, her voice rich with admiration.

"How can you approve of him?" Alisoun asked her. The cart stood prepared, all their horses had been saddled, and Ivo and Gunnewate stood stoically awaiting their departure. Obviously David had given commands in addition to hers. "It is always best to pay court to the king when it is convenient to secure yourself in his good graces."

"The king's good graces gave me Osbern for a husband. I no longer seek the king's good graces."

Philippa's outburst left Alisoun stunned and speechless, and David used the time to put her on her palfrey. To Guy, he said, "We'll ride north together to George's Cross, then Lady Alisoun and I will ride on to Radcliffe."

"We will?" Alisoun said. "But I wanted to stay at George's Cross and tend to Philippa."

"Did you?"

She didn't really. Her well-trained maids would overwhelm Philippa on her triumphant return. But Alisoun feared to be alone with David.

"It will be as my lady rules," he said, but his long face belied his proffered agreement. "Like Philippa, I long to see that my child is robust and thriving."

"Is Bert unwell?" Alisoun demanded.

"Nay, but I said farewell to her and warned her it could very well be the last time I saw her, for I probably rode to my death." He smiled wistfully. "I would rea.s.sure her now."

"Oh." He had almost ridden to his death. When Alisoun thought how close Osbern's dagger had come, the belated terror made her ill. When she thought about Bertrade, her heart ached.

She could remain at George's Cross without David. Of course she could. But she didn't mention the possibility, because Guy and Philippa deserved to be alone.

Then she wondered where her former self had disappeared-the one who would have disapproved of a romance between a dowager d.u.c.h.ess and a mere knight.

She guessed that Osbern had killed the former Lady Alisoun, for of all the men she'd ever met, only Osbern met all her requisites as a perfect husband. He had wealth, breeding, and a sense of duty, yet his evil deeds had scarred Philippa and Hazel and finally brought about his own downfall.

At David's hands. She looked at her husband. She had now put her life in danger for another, and she understood his former reluctance. She'd pointed a sword at the king's throat-and his chest, gut, and nether regions-and threatened him, and all the while her knees shook and her teeth chattered. She had known that with one cry he could have had her cut down, and she had discovered she couldn't have stricken him a blow even if it had saved Philippa's life.

She couldn't kill anyone. She was an errant coward.

But David had killed Osbern, thinking all the while he would die, if not at Osbern's hands, then as a victim of the king's vengeance.

She wanted to tell David how much she respected him for his courageous stand for justice, but she couldn't.

Not while Guy and Philippa could hear.

So she waited.

The travelers reached the village of George's Cross and said their good-byes. Guy and Philippa rode up to the castle. David and Alisoun rode north.

The silence grew heavier with every step.

He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to explain why he had allowed Osbern to take Philippa in the first place, and why he had gone to free her. He wanted to tell her that he had done what was conventional and he now comprehended the line she walked between compa.s.sion and propriety.

But Ivo and Gunnewate rode on their heels and he hesitated to speak in their presence. Even at night they weren't alone.

So the days had pa.s.sed and too soon they topped the rise above Radcliffe. David stared at his beloved home without joy or hope. All the long journey together, he and Alisoun had said nothing but polite words. As far as he could see, they could continue like that forever. They could live their whole married life just as they'd pa.s.sed the journey, both longing to speak, both weighted with the memory of their last quarrel and frightened to expose themselves once more.