The escort took his words to heart, allaying his concern that she make the trip to her home and back in safety. And with speed. He directed them to begin well before daylight the next morning and to have her back within his walls before midnight.
No longer wearing the bandage around his head, Devlin was present in the early morning darkness, using a cane to feel his way into the kitchen to prod the cooks to hurry with packing food for the travelers" journey.
"There is no reason I cannot go along," he said more than once, concluding by telling Jessica, "Wait while I dress. I"m going."
Jessica held silent while he worried aloud, but spoke up with his new p.r.o.nouncement. "You are healing nicely, Your Grace. The jostling carriage might set your recovery back. Such a hurried trip would sap your strength, even if it did no other damage."
Standing in the roadway, he lifted vivid blue eyes to address her as she came down the stairs. She had never seen both of his eyes open and would have sworn at that moment that he could see her. However, those eyes did not follow as she silently descended several more steps. His gaze continued where her voice had been.
"This coach bears the ducal crest and I am the duke. If I say I am going, no yardarm of a girl is going to deny me."
She recognized his annoyance and his frustration. She lowered her voice to conciliatory. "Then I will not go ... this way."
As her voice became quieter, his volume increased. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean, I can make this day-long trip in the comfort of your carriage with food you have provided, and your trusted men watching after me, or I can strike out for home alone and on foot.
"I am not a servant in this house, nor subject myself to your fits of temper. If my responsibilities are going to add to your injuries, I must go and not cause you additional hardship."
Devlin opened his mouth, but stopped before any sound emerged. He paused, then said, "I don"t like your threatening me, chit."
"Chit, am I?" She noted the quick glance that pa.s.sed between Bear and Figg, but would not be distracted. You call me chit, implying I am as insignificant as a stray cat, or a minstrel to entertain you with foolish antics."
Her words came faster as their volume rose. "I am an intelligent woman with valid thoughts and opinions. Even a scullery maid can be concerned about her significance in the universe."
As she spoke, she tossed the hood back off her head, slipped the tie on her new, custom-made, ermine-lined pelisse, raked that garment from her shoulders and dropped it in a heap on the steps.
"I don"t want your fine clothes or your generosity, with conditions. I will go where I will, when I will, with or without your leave." She practically spat the last word as she rolled the soft kid gloves he"d given her from her hands.
Attempting to move toward her, Devlin stumbled on the first step but kept his feet as he climbed swiftly, groping, guiding by the sound of her voice.
His tone became a purr as he approached. "No, no. Nightingale. Dear, precious creature. This show of ferocity is not necessary. You are not normally given to tantrums. Does my concern for your well-being offend you so deeply as all that?"
His flailing resulted in his grabbing one of her hands. His face stiffened. "Where are your gloves? It"s too cold for you to be out in the early morning chill without your gloves." He groped up her arm to find she had no wrap. "Go back into the house at once. It is a brisk morning and you have need of both your pelisse and your gloves. What were you thinking coming out without proper attire? I personally ordered your cloak cut down from a favorite of my own. The cloak is woven wool and silk, the collar ermine. I had it made to keep you warm on this journey."
Her anger mitigated by his words and his concern, Jessica grew quiet. Her own mother had never shown such regard.
She looked to the dowager framed in the doorway. The older woman"s gaze shifted from Jessica to soften with approval as it settled on her son.
The dowager then exchanged a pleasant, knowing glance with Bear. Jessica had thought the dowager did not like the giant. She needed to ask someone about the puzzling looks between those two.
"Will you let me go alone, as we planned?" Jessica asked as Devlin rubbed her chilled hands briskly between his huge, warm ones.
"Of course. Nightingale." He released her hand. "I was merely concerned. You are precious beyond price to me."
She thought herself an ungrateful wretch. "Thank you, Your Grace." She lifted her free hand to stroke his face. He caught the hand and pressed his lips to her palm.
"Now, where is your wrap, my darling little hen wit?"
She giggled. "Spreading the stairs beneath our feet."
His eyes were the color of sapphires, so brilliantly blue that it was hard to imagine they were sightless.
"While you were throwing your tantrum, you were tossing your clothing, casting my gifts at your feet like a spoiled young royal?"
Jessica hummed an affirmative, "Un-huh."
Devlin obviously tried to acquire an annoyed, fatherly expression, but he suddenly erupted instead, chuckling first, then shouting laughter into the early morning chill. "Temper, was it? It is as if we truly are related, Nightingale."
Henry, watching from the doorway, scurried down the steps to retrieve Jessica"s cape, gave it a shake, and held it while she slid her arms into the sleeves. He then swept up the gloves and held each while she fitted her hands into them, her giggles burbling along with the duke"s rumbling laughter.
"Are you laughing at me, Your Grace?" There was a cool warning in her tone that only fueled his mirth. He threw his head back to laugh toward the heavens. Henry steadied the duke who rocked precariously on the steps.
Devlin caught the back of Jessica"s hooded head. "No, little cuckoo, I am laughing at myself. I find my own behavior absurd. I am the lord of this fine estate and of lands stretching beyond the horizon in every direction. I am temporarily incapacitated by an injury inflicted by ruffians, but the more serious blow has come from you. I have been felled by a slender girl whose primary resource is her own mettle."
She sputtered, but he waved a hand to prevent her interruption.
"To complicate matters, I adore you, quite hopelessly, even as you vex my soul." He sobered. "Truly, if you were older, I would defy my birthright, the Queen, the empire itself, and marry you simply for the joy you bring to my staid, orderly existence."
Nonsense, she reminded herself.
"This will be an endless day for me, here, without you, Nightingale."
"I prefer that name to the others which you call me, my lord: cuckoo, gosling, hen wit, chit."
"And I prefer that you call me Devlin, yet you refuse to do so. Perhaps one preference will prompt the other ... chit. Now, take very good care of my eyes, since we are sharing yours for the present."
"Yes, Your Grace. I mean, Devlin."
"I will be in this same spot, waiting on these steps when you return, Nightingale."
"There"s no need of that."
"You are my eyes, darling. What else can I look forward to, if not to seeing you?"
Chapter Seven.
Jessica had never been complimented, catered to, never been so lavishly fed, quartered or attired. Pampered. It was the kind of treatment any woman would adjust to too easily, and Jessica knew a woman reared as she had been was even more vulnerable.
Away from this place, five hundred pounds was a vast sum, but it would not buy, even in her world, the homage she received here, in house and out, nor the joy of the dowager"s constant approval.
Jessica had known the responsibility for care and feeding of her own mother since she was twelve. Her mother accepted her service as due, but it was never enough. Jessica supposed it was natural to bask in the dowager"s approval. She had never known such appreciation before.
The problem, of course, was this wonderful life depended on Devlin"s remaining blind, and she didn"t want that. When his sight returned, he would no longer require her eyes, or her presence. Truly he did not require either of those now, surrounded as he was by a household of family and servants willing to do what little she did for him.
The coach clattered along the road, its six outriders ranging, two ahead and four behind, as its occupant pondered. She was lulled almost to a stupor when a commotion outside brought the coach to an abrupt halt.
An all-too-familiar voice shouted, "Jessica, my darling wife, step out here into the morning and explain yerself."
"John," she whispered. As if things were not complicated enough, John Lout had arrived to further confound her. An odd recurring thought again darted through her mind. Never was a man so aptly named as John Lout.
Although he sometimes appeared at inconvenient times, like today, John once had arrived at a most fortuitous time. At that event, Jessica had been desperately glad to see him.
Thinking, she threw off her gloves and the pelisse and opened the carriage door to find her betrothed and three other equally shabby riders, one astride a burro. "Yes, John, I am here, and it"s glad I am to see you."
She poked her head out first, and then moved onto the step, clinging to the carriage door. "How do you happen to be out here so early?"
"Aye, la.s.s, what are you doing in there at the same time, I might ask? Word is, you were abducted by another devil. I came to rescue you again." He gave Bear a suspicious glance, but the giant remained seated on the box and neither moved nor spoke as their eyes met.
Jessica looked into John"s misshapen face on which excess flesh hung from his jowls. She schooled her own expression, to look both respectful and pleased to see him. "Thank you, John, but this time, as you may tell, I hardly have need of rescue."
His expectant look dissolved to disappointment. "I was told you needed a.s.sistance."
She smiled. "You are always my hero, John, even when I am not in danger. But you know that already."
Confusion replaced tentative anger in his stare as he remained astride the mangy horse that swayed beneath his brawn.
"Word came that you was being held against your will in a stronghold known as Gull"s Way. We were in search of the place when one of my men saw ye. He recognized the paint on this here coach as that belonging to the cad holding you."
The ducal coat of arms. She knew that was going to cause trouble. Trying to maintain a look of calculated approval, Jessica broadened her smile. This situation bore cautious handling.
"The old duke was struck down by ruffians, John. He was robbed and left broken and bleeding on the road." She wrung her hands and changed her expression to regret.
"Hmmm." John appeared to follow the story.
"I found him lying back in the underbrush off the side of the road," she continued. "I delivered him to his home." She conjured a pitiful look, which must have been convincing as concern spread John"s face. "He was blind, John, made so by an evil blow to the back of his head. I was the only one about to help him."
Satisfied with John"s gloomy countenance, she continued. "While I may lack your depth of tenderness, John, I know how it feels to be caught and helpless, as you have reason to know."
He gave a nod and they exchanged a tender look.
While she was pacifying John, however, his band of three was getting restless, their mounts shuffling nervously at the approach of the trailing outriders.
"Are we to kill the b.u.g.g.e.rs coming, John?" one asked.
"Maybe." Lout obviously didn"t intend to be rushed to a decision.
Jessica ventured a quick glance at Bear and Figg. Both cast their attention at the team. They were leaving the handling of the situation to her, for now. She apparently was succeeding, so far.
She focused her attention again on her betrothed.
"John, the poor old duke was helpless. Abandoned. Blind. In just the little time it took for me to return him home, the man became quite attached."
John"s scowl returned with a vengeance, but she threw up a hand to stop his next words.
"He"s going to pay me, John, to serve until his sight returns."
Lout"s eyes narrowed. "What services does his lordship intend buying with his blunt, and how much is he planning to pay?"
"A hundred pounds." She quibbled with herself, quieting her conscience. The duke"s offer of five hundred included a hundred pounds, so she hadn"t really lied ... exactly.
John"s eyes rounded. "For all that, I suppose he expects you to warm his bed." He looked as if he were considering his objections.
Jessica lowered her gaze. "No, John. He is a kind, older man. An honorable man. A peer of the realm, who has lost his eyesight, not his mind. The duke knows many beautiful, well-dressed, sweet-smelling ladies who, I am sure, would do the honors of his bed. He has no need of a peasant in tattered clothing."
John eyed her up and down. ""Pears to me yer clothing is not so tattered as it used ter be."
"There is a maid swollen with child. I have temporary use of her wardrobe." That, too, was true, although the gown she wore was made of fine new cloth and created specifically for Jessica by Mrs. Freebinder, the finest modiste in Shiller"s Green.
John thought another long moment. The sounds of the approaching outriders grew louder.
"Has his majesty bid them come to his bed, these beautiful, sweet-smelling ladies?"
"Well, no."
"Was he the one put his babe on the maid?"
She cast him a hard look. "He did no such thing.
"I told you, John, he is old and frightened and crippled. A woman is the farthest thing from his mind."
Bear twisted to frown down at her. His look did not last long enough to let her eyes meet his.
She continued speaking, as much to provide information for the coachmen"s ears as to explain to John.
"You know I have saved myself for marriage, John. You have proved your chivalry many times by helping me preserve that gift."
He straightened in his saddle and allowed a slight smile of, what ... pride? Probably. Saving her virtue had given him certain standing, at least in his own mind. She didn"t know why she was being smug. John had prevented her deflowering, even if he did so to protect property he considered his own.
Smiling with genuine regard, Jessica said, "You and I will soon have need of the money, John. The old duke has a reputation for being kind and generous."
When she glanced at Bear, he puckered his lips and nodded solemnly to confirm her words. Lout, too, took in the driver"s response, and Jessica plunged ahead.
"Please, John, allow me to finish my sworn oath to the duke and earn the reward."
Without considering his companions, John nodded, provoking one of his men to say, "But, John, our plan was to ... "