The King's Sister. Anne O'Brien

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      ‘Do you spend all your days listening to gossip?’ he interrupted, those dark eyes wide with innocence, unless one looked too closely and was tempted to fall into their depths. Quickly I looked away, taking another sip of wine.

      ‘Yes. What else is there for me to do? I fear your reputation has sunk you in the mire, Sir John.’

      ‘You shouldn’t believe all you hear, Madam Elizabeth.’

      ‘Is it not true, then? The court has been awash with it.’

      ‘I’ll not tell you.’

      ‘I see.’ I looked at him through my lashes as once more I took a sip of wine. ‘Are you already suffering remorse, perhaps? Intending to confess your sins and mend your ways?’ I leaned a little towards him. ‘You can tell me, you know. I can be most discreet.’

      ‘When is a young woman ever discreet? And I don’t believe I’ve ever suffered a moment’s remorse in all my life.’ He laughed again, a rich attractive sound that drew eyes. ‘I’ll not tell you my thoughts, because you’re too young for such salacious gossip.’

      ‘What would I not know? I am nineteen years old. And wed.’

      ‘To a husband who does not share your bed. Thus making you a charmingly innocent virgin wife. And,’ he added, with no warning at all, ‘I would like nothing better than to rob you of that innocence.’

      Which effectively silenced me. Even more when, before I could prevent it, he had snatched up my free hand in his and raised it to press his lips to my fingers. This was far more outspoken, more particular, than I had expected, but had I not goaded him? I had asked for this riposte. Casting a hasty glance over our courtly companions, it was a relief to see that his attentions were unobserved, but a ripple of awareness, and not a little fear, ran over my nape as my hand was not released.

      ‘You must not, sir. Do you wish to make me the subject of similar gossip?’

      Upon which John Holland’s smile vanished like the sun behind a particularly virulent storm cloud, and he became broodingly brisk and businesslike, defying me to follow his moods.

      ‘Don’t worry, Countess. I’ve not impugned your honour. It’s only a kiss between family. Your father would have my skin nailed to the flag-pole at Kenilworth if he thought I had shown you any disrespect, and I can’t afford to antagonise Lancaster, can I? I’m in receipt of his livery. It was my mistake to single you out in such a manner. As for you, Cousin, if you are going to wield a weapon, you must do so against someone of your own weight. Otherwise you will be wounded.’

      Although my face was afire, I could not prevent an arch response. ‘I am no cousin of yours. There is no blood connection.’

      ‘So you are not, Lady of Pembroke, but near enough. Accept this as a cousinly salute.’

      And there was pressure of his mouth on my knuckles again, trivial enough but startling by the implied intimacy so that I stiffened, and he must have caught a sense of it.

      ‘What is it? Have I seriously unsettled you? I had thought you to be more worldly wise, mistress. I was wrong. You must forgive me.’

      The timbre of his voice was suddenly dry enough to warn me that he had abandoned his previous trifling, and lurking at the edge of his disclaimer was the undoubted provocation. You can trust me or not, as you wish. I don’t care. Nor did he, but I would not allow him to discomfit me. I recovered fast to display condescension when he half rose to leave. I did not want him to go. Not yet, and assuredly not on his terms where he had presumed me to be naïve.

      ‘I am not wounded. Did you think you drew blood?’ I asked, tugging my hand free but replying with a show of serenity as I spread my arms wide. ‘See. I am unharmed. The Earl of Pembroke does not share my bed until he is of age. It is no secret. And it is not in your power to rob me of my innocence.’

      Settling back on the stool, he perused me, much like a well-fed hawk would watch a mouse in the long grass, undecided whether to make the effort to pounce or abandon it for more worthy prey. Something in my expression, or perhaps in my picking up on his outrageous threat, made him observe: ‘I doubt the situation satisfies you, whatever you say. How old is he?’

      ‘Jonty has reached his tenth year.’

      He lifted a shoulder in a little shrug. ‘So you have decided to wait to enjoy the pleasures of the bedchamber under the auspices of holy matrimony …’

      This unnerved me all over again but I was improving in smart retaliation. ‘Of course I will wait. I make no complaint. Now you it seems do not need a wife at all. Unless it’s someone else’s.’

      ‘I see you have not been imbued with politesse, Madam Elizabeth.’

      ‘My social graces are excellent, Sir John.’

      ‘You have wit and charm, certainly.’

      To my satisfaction, he had begun to smile again. ‘Is that all, Sir John?’

      ‘Are you perhaps fishing for compliments, Madam Elizabeth?’

      ‘No, indeed. I have no need to do so. I receive many compliments.’

      ‘I expect you do. How could you not with your illustrious parentage? Some of us are not so fortunate, and must work harder for it …’ His mouth acquired a derisive twist, even a hint of temper, that caught my interest. Then, with smooth transition, so that I might have thought I imagined the whole: ‘Do you stay at court long, madam?’

      A superlatively rapid volte face. So he had no wish to stir the mud in that particular pond of his troubled parentage, but he had given me an insight I had not expected. I let it go for now, and followed his direction into calmer waters.

      ‘Yes. That is, I hope so. And what of you?’

      ‘My plans are fluid.’

      ‘Perhaps our paths will cross again.’

      ‘Would you wish them to?’

      ‘I might.’

      ‘It may be that I go to Ireland in August as the newly appointed Lord Lieutenant.’

      ‘Oh’. It was not what I had hoped to hear, certainly.

      ‘Would you miss me now, if I were absent from court?’

      Oh, I had his measure. ‘How would I? Do you fight tomorrow in the tournament?’

      ‘I will if you will be there to watch me win against all comers.’

      ‘Such self-deprecation, Sir John. I will be there to wager on your losing.’

      ‘You would lose, so don’t risk wagering that exceptional ring you are wearing. How could I resist displaying my skills before so critical an audience? If you lost that jewel I might feel compelled to buy you another.’

      ‘I doubt you could afford one of this value. It was a gift from my father.’ And I spread the fingers of my right hand so that the ruby glowed blood-red in its heart, as red СКАЧАТЬ