The lump in Jasmine"s throat almost choked her. Falcon looked so young and vulnerable lying in the wide bed. By this time her own knowledge of herbal medicine equaled Estel e"s, and she insisted upon nursing him alone, night and day, sleeping only when her weary head fel to his pil ow as she knelt at his bedside- However, once the danger and the fever were pa.s.sed, she gave him a wide berth, al owing Wil iam, Gervase, and even Murphy to entertain him through the days of convalescence.
Final y he would be denied no longer and dispatched Gervase with a curt message. He found her in the nursery playing with the twins. "My lady, Falcon is most unhappy; he demands that you attend him."
She bit her lips, picked up her skirts, and fol owed the faithful squire.
"Wel , sir, I hear you are doing what you do best."
He raised a questioning brow.
"Issuing orders," she supplied cool y.
Falcon nodded toward the door and Gervase left them alone.
"Jasmine, why are you avoiding me? What have I done to offend you?"
"The children need my attention. I am a busy woman. 1 haven"t time to indulge you, so I leave the entertaining up to others,"
she said lightly.
He looked hurt. "Come here to me," he said quietly.
Almost reluctantly she went to stand beside the bed. An amazingly strong hand pul ed her down to sit on its edge.
"Look at me, Jasmine."
Slowly she lifted her eyes to his, but her throat ached too much to even speak.
"There has been too much between us love, hate, cal it what you wil this violent feeling that has been be tween us since we laid eyes on each other, so please don" ask me to believe this pretended indifference."
She broke down then, al her tears and fears camt pouring out.
Withdrawal was her coping device. If sht remained a cool distance from him, perhaps she would bi able to bear the fear of separation, the threat of injury the punishment of his death.
He held her against his tightly bandaged chest and ten derly stroked her hair as she sobbed out her fears. Hi; voice could be very beautiful without the hard edge hlt; used to bark out orders. He said softly, "You let Feathei fly in the garden regardless of the ravens and hawks thai could pick him off at any time." His thumbs brushed th( tears from her cheeks. "And J see you have freed Shann; into the forest."
For a moment she thought he was changing the subjeci and defended her actions. "It would be cruel to cagt them. They are wild and their lives would be unbearable if they were not free. I never want them to be ful y tamed They wil come and go as they please, and if their live; are shortened by a natural enemy, then so be it."
"Exactly," he said.
She stared at him through tear-drenched eyes.
"We must live life to the ful , Jasmine. Every minute o1 it."
Laughter bubbled up through her tears. "You mean you are too wild to cage and tame, Falcon de Burgh!"
"Exactly!" he said, pul ing her on top of him.
"See? This is one of the reasons I kept my distance. Your l.u.s.t knows no bounds. You"l open up your wound again."
"You know there are other ways, other things we can do," he tempted.
"And you know you won"t be satisfied with thost things." She added, blushing, "and neither wil I."
He had her b.r.e.a.s.t.s freed now. "If I can"t satisfy you, then I deserve to die," he said between kisses. "Come to bed. How many women can boast they kil ed their husbands with the act of love?"
"Falcon!" she protested, on the brink of surrender. He threw back the covers to prove his readiness for her. "Come and ride me," he invited.
"You"re not strong enough."
"I"m stronger than you," he chal enged, and she felt weak al over.
"You"l hurt yourself," she half-protested.
"1 hurt alreadyl" His shaft was erect and pulsing wildly and when he whispered, "Heal me!" she was lost.
Estel e confided to Falcon and Jasmine that Wil iam de Burgh would not recover. Occasional y he hemorrhaged from the mouth, and no matter what she did for the complaint, the plain fact was that he had perhaps a year to live.
Over the summer months more and more of Wil iam"s men who had escaped the ma.s.sacre arrived at Galway. As the Irish began to accept the de Burghs, Falcon offered to train them as part of his standing army. At a gathering that consisted of al the castle people and most of the town"s inhabitants, he stood before al and told them, "You have fought England and poverty and each other until you"ve almost bled yourselves to death. Al that is in the past. I intend to make us strong. Total y impregnable. In England we have wal ed cities. We are going to build a wal around the town of Galway."
There was a loud cheer. He held up his hands for silence.
"After that, I"m going to build a defense system of castles around the whole of Connaught. I wil fight to our last drop of blood to keep Connaught safe, but we wil have to live together in peace."
His voice was again drowned out by cheering. "I in- tend to make us rich in sheep, cattle, and horseflesh." He grinned. "We de Burghs are raiders from way back." He knew they were instinctively clannish, so he"d make a clan of them.
"You are every last one a de Burgh."
He marveled that it had taken so short a time to win them over, and he real y had Jasmine to thank for it. He chuckled to himself. They real y believed her to he a faerie woman, a faerie princess. The Irish children had seen her riding her "unicorn" and the whispers had started. Sparrows flew from the trees to sit on her golden head and mountain lions came out of the forest to feed from her hand, Some swore that she could fly, that they had seen it with their own eyes. How in Hel fire that rumor began he didn"t know, but he suspected it was a new filmy robe she"d had fashioned with what looked like b.u.t.terfly wings for sleeves. She and Estel e had been wil ing to tend any ailing children, and soon the women began asking for potions and spel s and had been fascinated by her crystal bal and magic rituals. They were a people who believed in wood nymphs, water sprites, faeries, and banshees, and they took Jasmine to their hearts.
He gave himself no credit, but in reality he, too, had earned He gave himself no credit, but in reality he, too, had earned their respect. He paid attention to their children. If he saw a little girl, he picked her a flower. If he saw a lad, he reached into his doublet for a coin. He was interested in everything and everyone, and talked with them at their work. Shepherds, farmers, fisherman, weavers ... he was curious and asked them al questions and was quick to understand their answers.
Falcon was always accessible. He listened and acted fairly when asked for justice. When he looked at a cow or a horse, he touched it and examined it intently. He touched the children"s heads, tousling their hair, giving them sweets. He cared deeply about his own family. More and more often he was seen laughing in the gardens with a son on each shoulder. He was deeply in love with his lady and not ashamed to sweep her into his arms at the least provocation.
In England King John had final y seen the wisdom of capitulating to the church and accepted Stephen Langton as the Archbishop of Canterbury.
John came to Ireland with his barons, but the action was far removed from Connaught, and after long months he soon tired of Ireland and returned to England. Sometimes it seemed that his only spur for coming at al was to take his revenge upon Mathilda de Braose. No matter where she fled, he had fol owed ruthlessly. He had ordered her son-in-law to turn her over to the crown. When Walter de Lacey refused, he took the lordship of Meath away from him and gave it to John de Grey, a crony of Meiler fitz Henry.
Mathilda and her son tried to flee to Scotland but they were final y captured. Then King John committed the act that was the straw that broke the camel"s back. He starved Mathilda de Braose and her son to death in the dungeons of Windsor Castle.
The barons had stood for enough. They met secretly at Bury St. Edmunds and took an oath before the altar to insist John renew the Charter of Henry I and return to the old laws of the land, or they would consider declaring war.
In Ireland the barons had problems of their own. On the strength of his office as justiciar, Meiler fltz Henry was aggrieving the magnates of Ireland and despoiling them of their rightful castles and lands. He took the whole of Cork and made grants to his favorites, ignoring the seignory of heirs of original grantees. Hugh de Lacey"s lands were swal owed up, then John de Courcy"s. The de Burghs decided Meiler fitz Henry"s men were coming too close to Connaught for comfort they were taking everything east of the Shannon. From the castle in Galway, de Burgh mounted raids, devastating the castles acquired by fitz Henry and his al ies. They also sent a formal protest to King John.
Fitz Henry"s men cared nothing for the Irish people. They even plundered their churches because they had learned the Irish stored everything there, from their wealth to their crops and livestock. When fitz Henry seized Offaly in Leinster and Fircal in Meath, it was too much for Wil iam, the Marshal of England, because Leinster was his. He got permission from John to go to Ireland to see to his lands, but only after giving John his younger son Richard as hostage.
De Burgh and Wil iam Marshal joined their forces. Their army of about two thousand English and Irish fought pitched battles al that winter. Final y King John ordered de Burgh, Wil iam Marshal, and Meiler fitz Henry to cease al hostilities and to come to England where he would appoint a special commission to determine the cross complaints.
Wil iam de Burgh and Falcon stood in the vast armory at Galway Castle where the weapons had been brought. They would be cleaned, sharpened, and polished ready for future battles. Falcon said, "If you wish me to go to England in your stead, Wil iam, I am ready to do so."
"It was me the king summoned. I"l not give him the satisfaction of pleading il health."
Falcon frowned, knowing the rigors of facing the king and his commission would take their tol . Wil iam laughed shortly. "I"ve felt so useless al winter with you fighting my battles for me. I intend to fight this one myself, aye, and I intend to win. I pledge you I"l return with seisin to more land and castles than we have now. I have nothing to lose, Falcon, and everything to gain for my sons. G.o.d grant me time."
Falcon advised, "I think you should take Estel e with you. Since she has been treating your complaint you have seemed stronger."
Wil iam"s eyes twinkled. "I"l bribe her by taking along Murphy."
Then he became serious. "Get your castle built at Portumna.
I"l leave you my ships so you can build up trade with the O"Mal eys. I"l send the ship I take to England back fil ed to the gunwales with things we"re short of here."
That night Falcon had the rare pleasure of helping Jasmine put the twins to bed. He laughed as they managed to drench both their mother and father with their bath water. "By the Rood, these little demons are al de Burgh. How did so fair a damsel produce two sons with hair as blue-black as a raven"s wing?"
"They may look like you, but they have my intel igence," she teased. "Do you realize that walking and talking at one year is something of a phenomenon?"
"I thought they"d be riding by now! I have a pair of ponies picked out in the stables." He thought she"d protest with a protective shriek, but she said, "They wil be riding before their next birthday."
He whispered into her ear, "May I watch you feed them?"
She gave him a hard push. "Dolt! They drink from a cup now.
Would you keep them babies forever?"
Rickard reached up his arms and gave his mother a sweet kiss. Mick punched her. They left them with Big Meg, the only person who could handle them both at j once.
"Double trouble," murmured Falcon, slipping his arm about Jasmine as they walked to their own chamber. "Tlt; morrow we start to build the castle at Portumna. It"s I them real y."
Jasmine raised her eyes to his face. "They have so I much more here than they would have had in Wales. Falcon, tel me how you go about building a castle."
He warmed to his subject as he insisted on undressing her, kissing each silken part of her body as he bared it. "First you build the stone tower, a simple strong donjon, then add a strong surrounding curtain wal . You build it on natural defenses a cliff with a wide view. From our tower we"l be able to see the whole lake or lough, as they say here. The ground floor wil be for storage, then the first floor wil be upstairs.
We"l have the hal and kitchens and a room where the guards wil sleep at night, as wel as chambers for the servants and retainers.
"Our chambers wil be up on the second floor, and of course we wil have murder holes to throw down rocks or scalding water on our enemies. Would you like a chapel up there too?"
She wrinkled her nose. "I"d much rather have a bathing room and one for the children. I"ve already begun painting tiles with flowers and animals and elves and rhymes. Al the children of Portumna for generations wil learn to read from my tiles."
He pul ed her against him. "This land does that to you . . .
makes you think of your children"s children, and their children."
"Did you know that those vine scrol s over the window arches were done by an old stonemason who"s stil alive? He lives in a cottage down by the river. Can I have vine scrol s around al my embrasures?"
"You can have anything you want, my darling. Al I ask in return is that you . . ." He bent and whispered his request into her ear. She slapped him and pul ed his hair and he tumbled her to the bed, rol ing over and over like two children playing.
Final y he lay back and held her high above him with his strong hands at her waist. Deliberately she reached down to close her fingers about his long, hard shaft. He gasped at the deep pleasure she always brought him. She traced the tip of his lance up her bel y, then encircled her navel. She drew him up further so she could rub him around each breast, then final y she dipped one of her nipples in the tiny opening at the end of his shaft.
He groaned and rol ed with her until she was beneath him. He straddled her, pinning her to the bed with his thighs, and held her wrists captive over her head. Then he captured her nipple in his mouth and tongued it unmerciful y until she writhed beneath him. She could feel the prod of his manhood against her soft thigh. She needed it to fil her, so she arched up, opening her legs wide to speed his entrance. When he thrust himself to the hilt, she locked her legs across his back and closed her sugared wal s upon him tightly so that he could not begin moving in and out yet. She knew that would draw his mouth from her nipple to fuse with her mouth.
His tongue began to ravish her slowly and only then did she stop squeezing down on his marble-hard shaft, al owing him to plunge and withdraw in the exact same rhythm he had set with his tongue.
"Faster," she begged, but he knew that the slow hard strokes would sustain their bliss for a long time, drawing out their pa.s.sion as it built up and up, ever higher, ever stronger. He knew when their climax came it would be an explosive hard bang, fol owed by perhaps twenty delicious o.r.g.a.s.mic spasms each smal er than the last until they faded away, leaving only the feel of their pulses inside each other. The feeling of total satiety and satisfaction was overwhelming.
When they were building the outbuildings at Portumna inside the castle court or "bawn," Falcon got a wonderful idea for Bunratty. Inside the bawn here were to be a dairy, granary, larder, stables, byres, and blacksmiths. Bunratty was built on the Shannon estuary. Why not build a boat dock to al ow their ships to sail right inside the bawn? He divided his time between the castles, and Jasmine was content to let him go, thankful he was not going out on raids from which he might return feet first.
Falcon was at Bunratty when the ship Wil iam had sent back to Ireland arrived. It was a hot summer day, and he and Gervase had been lifting hefty stones into place along the seawal they had built inside the bawn. They were both grimy, their bared chests sweat-streaked and tanned a dark brown.
Now they would have a chance to see if it was practical to dock the great vessel right inside the bawn, close against the castle wal . He knew his men would welcome a break from hauling heavy stones. Even though unloading a ship was no lightweight ch.o.r.e, curiosity to see what goods had been brought and to hear the latest news from England drew the men to the ship like a lodestone.
After much jostling and shouting and free advice offered from every man at Bunratty, the vessel was docked successful y and her sails furled. Falcon grinned as he inspected the varied selection of goods the ship had brought. No doubt Murphy had been responsible for sending new armor, weapons, and saddles for the horses, and Estel e had sent back velvets, furs, and woolens, which were available in England in much greater supply.
The grin was wiped from his face as he saw a smal figure standing hesitantly in the stern. Though she held her head proudly, she did not approach him until he beckoned her.
Morganna held a girl child to her protectively, knowing the picture of adversity she created. Gervase"s mouth tightened with anger as he strode away to give de Burgh privacy.
"Was it necessary to fol ow me to Ireland?" Falcon demanded.
"If there had been no need, I would never have swal owed my pride and come begging."
"I gave you gold," he reminded her.
She saw clearly that she did not tempt him. She would bide her time. She must gain his permission to stay; that would be sufficient for the present. "My gold was stolen from me," she lied. She held up her rigid hand and said bitterly, "I cannot defend myself the way I once did." The babe began to whimper. "I ask only a roof over our heads," she said proudly.
Final y he nodded his consent. "Cause no trouble," he warned her flatly as she slipped past him and went into the Castle of Bunratty. He turned to find Gervase at his shoulder.
"The brat could be mine or any other man"s at Mountain Ash,"
he told de Burgh, thinking the girl was blackmailing him.
Falcon said, "She had more good sense than to claim the child was mine, Gervase."
"Then why let her stay?" he asked, thinking of Jasmine who was so very dear to him.
De Burgh shook his head and murmured, "It is hard for a woman with a child and no man. It is of little consequence. We have so much."
Chapter 39.