He said, "We have no need of a fire. It is late. This has been a day like none other and I am weary. Come here."
Slowly, she turned to face him. He would have sworn that there was a circle of light around her head. He felt his heart lurch in his chest. He shook his head, furious with himself. He"d come to this ridiculous place that would eventually be his and then it would not be ridiculous, and now he was thinking he saw a witch behind every rock.
"Come here."
"I wish to enjoy the lovely night."
"I don"t care what you wish." He raised a rope in his hand.
"What will you do? Beat me with that rope?"
He said for the third time, "Come here."
Merryn realized in that moment that things had changed irrevocably since she"d awakened this morning. He was here and she knew to her soul that he wasn"t going to leave. Would he die? Would the curse fell him? "I cannot tell you anything more about the curse."
"Come here."
Slowly, she walked to him.
"Hold out your hand."
She did. He tied the rope around her wrist. "Now, we"re going to sleep."
She looked at him helplessly, swallowed, and said, "Please, I must have a moment before we go into the tent."
"A moment to do what? Chant more curses down on my head?"
She shook her head. "Please, just a moment. I must relieve myself."
"Very well. If you attempt to escape me, I will tie you to Fearless and let the two of you sleep close tonight."
There was one bush, some ten feet away. He waved toward it. "Go."
He was standing in the same spot when she returned a few minutes later. Slowly, she raised her arm.
He tied the rope around her wrist. "Come," he said, and pointed to the tent.
The tent was barely large enough for the two of them. He"d spread a blanket on the ground, stacked the supplies at the back to use as pillows. He"d tethered Fearless close by.
Once she was lying on her side, her back to him, he stretched out on his back beside her. With the other end of the rope tied to his wrist, he realized neither of them could move. "Turn toward me." When she didn"t move, he said, "I won"t rape you. I"m tired. It has been a very long and strange day. I wish to sleep. Do as I tell you."
She sat up, pulling the rope tight between them. "You shouldn"t have brought me here. It isn"t right. I am a lady."
"That remains to be seen. Come here."
Merryn didn"t want to lie down beside him, touch him, rest her cheek on his shoulder, even though he still wore his tunic. He was a stranger, a young stranger, a young stranger with power and excellent parts. She was afraid of him and yet she wasn"t. It was a conundrum. "What if it starts raining?"
"The tent is st.u.r.dy, solid. However, if it rains hard, we will get a bit wet."
"I know of a small hut just down the way, toward Sennen. We could shelter there."
"No. I"m tired. I don"t want to take another step tonight." He jerked on the rope.
She rolled over toward him and very slowly, afraid of touching him, she eased down beside him. She was stiff as the wind that was picking up outside the tent. A hard, dry wind, one that didn"t carry the scent of water. At least not yet. He pressed her face against his shoulder. When he realized she didn"t know what to do with her hand, he merely picked it up and laid it on his chest.
"Go to sleep," he said. "You are safe from me, unless you start your chanting again."
"I wasn"t chanting. I was singing. What will you do if I start chanting?"
"Tether you to my horse"s saddle and let you walk behind us."
She didn"t know him well enough to judge if he would really do something like that. Better not to risk it. "I won"t chant."
"Good." He said nothing more. She lay there, thinking she"d never before in her life lain this close to a man. He was big, too big. His heartbeat was steady beneath her palm. She realized that every breath carried his scent. He smelled nice. No, it was more than that. He didn"t smell old. That was it. Merryn closed her eyes. Why had he brought her here? Was he really going to stake her out in the rain?
If it rained.
9.
BISHOP WAS A LIGHT SLEEPER, something that had saved his life at least three times. He would awake, instantly alert at the sound of Fearless nickering from a distance of twenty feet. He would awake at the sound of twigs breaking beneath someone"s foot beyond the next hillock. He would awake if someone was breathing ten feet from him.
But this time he hadn"t awakened, hadn"t even stirred, when sometime during the night Merryn had climbed on top of him. He lay there, amazed that this could have happened. She was sprawled, arms and legs spread, just like a blanket, her head pressed under his chin, and every female part of her nicely placed against him, very closely against him.
He forced himself to lie still, get his wits together. He could hear the wind off the sea coming over the cliffs, a light wind, but constant, as it usually was from the sea. He could smell the salt water, but he couldn"t scent any rain in the air.
Not yet. It was too soon for the rain.
As he lay there, he was aware of everything about her, not just the soft body that fit so nicely against his. He could feel her deep, easy breath against his neck, feel her fingertips curled around his shoulder.
How in the name of Saint Malcolm"s h.o.a.ry palms had she gotten on top of him without him even stirring?
He heard Fearless blowing outside the tent. He pictured his stallion, head to the cliff, the light wind in his face as he bobbed his head up and down, doing a dance with the wind.
She was on top of him, her belly was against him, and he was harder than the ground beneath his back. She was too close, too close. Surely she would wake up soon, surely she would feel him hard against her belly. Surely she would open an eye and be shocked to her toes, toes that he"d caressed. He felt one of her feet lying across the top of one of his.
By Saint Anthony"s wristbone, he could reach his hands down and ease them up her gown, feel those legs of hers. He knew they were long, he"d seen her walk, seen the wind flatten her skirts against those legs of hers, but he wanted to feel them, stroke her flesh. He wanted to hold her foot again, lightly touch her small ears.
Please, G.o.d, let her awaken soon.
Oh, aye, she"d leap up and yell like a blooded witch, and all the ancient Druid spirits who still roamed the land would jump upon him and stuff him in a wooden cage.
He didn"t care. Even as his hands came over her back to hold her tight against him, he said, "Merryn."
"Hmmmm."
"Merryn, wake up." He let his hands move down, nearly to her bottom. "If you don"t, I will simply take you right now and then it will be done."
He lifted his hands off her. He shouldn"t touch her. That was madness, what with that curse hanging about, but it didn"t seem to matter because he did anyway. He was kneading her hips, wondering if he could just flip her over and take her. Yes, just come inside her, and it would be done. If he got her pregnant, would the curse still strike him down? Would the curse even know that he"d taken her? "Merryn, open your eyes. It"s morning. If you don"t, you"ll be under me in another breath."
He"d expected her to jerk up, a scream ready to explode out of her mouth. But no. Slowly, so very slowly, she arched up, inch by inch, until she was above him, not six inches from his mouth. She was staring down at him even as his hands were kneading her, his fingertips going inward, his s.e.x hard against her.
She said, surprise in her voice, "By all that is holy, that feels far too good not to be a grievous sin."
That wasn"t what he"d expected. By Saint Gregory"s calluses, who and what was this young girl who"d already buried four husbands? Who was keeping secrets from him?
His hands kept moving, pulling her now tightly against his s.e.x, so hard now he wanted to groan like a wounded man at the nearly painful pleasure. He continued to look up at her. "Of course it feels good. It"s supposed to feel good."
"Is it a sin, do you think?" And then she eased down a bit, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s nearly touching his chest.
"Listen to me. You should be yelling at me, trying to jerk away from me and run."
"Aye," she said, her mouth even lower now, not more than three inches from his.
"When did you climb on top of me?"
She hadn"t realized she had. "Oh, my." If she had turned any redder, she could have competed with a St. Ives sunset. But he also saw the excitement in her eyes. No, more than excitementa"immense curiosity.
He said, "If you wanted me, why didn"t you just wake me up? A man can sport at a moment"s notice." He pushed up against her belly, and at the same time his fingers were pressing in.
"I don"t know what happened," she said, still not moving, her breath sharp, jerky now. "Mayhap you tugged on the rope and pulled me on top of you."
"Nay, I"m not such a fool." But evidently he was. He began pulling her gown up, knew what he was doing, knew he was a fool.
She stared down at him, just couldn"t look away. "If you keep doing what you"re doing, the curse might strike you dead."
"Possibly, but why would you care? I might not tie you down in the rain when it comes if you tell me everything I know you"re keeping from me."
She didn"t say a word, but her breathing was rough now. If he wasn"t mistaken, and he knew he wasn"t, she was more than interested.
"You deserve to be punished," he said, sounding bored and indifferent, even as his fingers cramped and itched to touch her bare leg. "When it pleases you to remove yourself, it would relieve me."
She said, looking down at hima"no, she was still looking at his mouth, "You feel very different from me."
He moved, just couldn"t help himself. He was harder than he"d been but a moment before, so hard he wanted to take her, fast, by the saints, very, very fast. He moved again. Then he just couldn"t bear it. He wrapped his arms around her back and quickly rolled her off him and came down over her.
She didn"t yell or curse him, she just lay there, her hands on his shoulders, and said, "I"ve seen naked men before. They didn"t look like you feel like you look."
He laughed at that. He kept his weight on his elbows. Her hair was tangled around her head, her lips were slightly parted. This was more difficult than having her on top of him. It would be so easy to pull up that d.a.m.ned gown of hers and come into her, hard and deep. Oh, G.o.d, yes, very deep and deeper yet until he touched her womb. He nearly groaned with the thought of that. He said, to distract himself, "Did you touch these naked men? Did you, a lady, touch these naked men here?" And he pushed against her, just to make sure, he supposed, that she was clear on what he"d said. He was killing himself.
"Nay, I meant that I looked at them and they didn"t look at all like you feel against me."
"A man is a man," he said, and felt himself puff up like a gamec.o.c.k at her words. He grew even harder. Was she trying to seduce him?
"Well, mayhap that is true, but I did look and they weren"t at all like you."
Then he realized the truth of the matter and felt himself deflate. "They were all old men."
"Well, of course. There are nothing but old men at Penwyth."
"I"m moving off you now."
He didn"t want to move off her, he truly didn"t. But he forced himself to move just a bit to the side. She didn"t move until he said, "d.a.m.n you, Merryn, you are sorely trying me. Get away from me."
She tried to slither out from under him, moving back and forth, as if she was afraid that he would force her if she moved the wrong way. He could have told her there wasn"t ever a wrong way for a man.
When he was on his side next to her, she quickly sat up. But she didn"t stop looking. Oh, no, she looked at him and by Saint Peter"s toenails, he swelled even more.
He immediately sat up and began to untie the rope.
"What are you going to do this morning?"
He hadn"t thought about that. He hadn"t thought beyond his rage of the night before, his desire to punish all of them for making him feel like a fool, to punish her for keeping secrets from him and being the one who"d pushed him over the edge. He kept working on the knot, which had somehow tightened during the night.
"Do you really believe it will rain today?"
"Aye. Sometime today it will."
"If it rains, then you don"t really intend to tie me out in it, do you?"
At last he heard some worry in her voice. She should be worried; it was a believable threat.
Her head was down, her red hair tangled.
"If you will finally tell me the truth, if you dump out all your secrets, tell me everything you"re keeping from me, I will reconsider my plan."
She raised her head then and stared at him straight in the face. "There aren"t any secrets. You have whiskers."
As a distraction, it was very good. "I am a man. It is morning. Of course I have whiskers. You have suffered through four husbands. Naturally you know exactly what has happened. You know everything."
To his surprise, she raised her hand and lightly touched her fingertips to his cheek, feeling the coa.r.s.e hair. She touched his chin, his other cheek. "It"s a curse. That"s all I know. I can"t explain any of it. You are very different from me."
"Merryn, there are young men about Penwyth. I saw at least a dozen. Everyone in that d.a.m.ned castle can explain exactly what is going on."
"Aye, but the young men are peasants and they aren"t supposed to have me look at them with any interest beyond the tasks they are to accomplish." She paused a moment, still fretting with the rope about her wrist. "I never saw one of them naked. They didn"t bathe often, and if they did, it wasn"t in the barracks, where I did once or twice see a naked man-at-arms."
He laughed, just couldn"t stop himself. Suddenly, without thought, he leaned forward and kissed her mouth. She fell as silent as the rope she now held in her hands. He saw that her wrist was chafed. His wasn"t.
She touched her fingertips to her lips, then looked at him. "No one has ever kissed me before."
"Your second husband kissed you until blood came out of his mouth."
She actually shuddered. "Aye, Sir Gifford de Lancey. It was horrible. I don"t want to remember that."