The Unconventional Maiden. June Francis

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      ‘A grandson!’ This was news, indeed, to Beth and it angered and hurt her further. ‘A daughter was not good enough for him,’ she added in a trembling voice. ‘Only a male offspring will do.’

      Gawain paused in the act of setting the table. ‘You must forgive him. It is natural for a man to want a son to carry on his name. No doubt your father had it in mind for you to marry someone who understood the printing- and book-selling business, but perhaps it would be wiser to sell it, so as to provide you with a substantial dowry to attract a gentleman so you would not be forever thinking of printing and books.’

      ‘No! It cannot be sold,’ she cried, starting to her feet and spilling a little wine on her gown. ‘If I have a son, then he will inherit and carry on with my work.’

      ‘What do you mean by that?’ asked Gawain, frowning. ‘What work is this? Tell me?’

      Encouraged and filled with an overwhelming need to share her secret, Beth said, ‘I know how to set type and to work the presses, and I have continued with the work Jonathan began. I write and print a newsletter and it is distributed in London and I am determined to carry on doing so.’

      His eyes flared. ‘By St George, I believe you are serious!’

      ‘Indeed, I am!’ Her face was alight with enthusiasm. ‘I write about matters that I know will interest those who have learnt to read since their parents’ generation grasped the first books that came off Master Caxton’s presses here in England. They are eager for the written word and they desire more than just the gospels and stories of the saints. They enjoy the old tales from classical history such as Aesop’s Fables, but they also want to be kept informed about what is happening today.’

      ‘Are you saying that the printing and distribution of Holy Writ in our own tongue does not interest you?’ he asked, his dark brows knitting.

      ‘No, of course not,’ she said, flushing. ‘I am saying that the printed word has the power to do more than bring religious enlightenment to those who wish to read the gospels for themselves. It can educate, entertain and amuse on several topics.’

      ‘I agree that there is much enjoyment to be found in such as Homer’s Illiad, but the printed word can also be dangerous, as you well know. It can preach sedition and moral laxity,’ he said drily.

      ‘That is not my intention,’ she said hastily. ‘I sincerely believe there are many people who are eager to know what is happening in other countries. They are interested in the great occasions such as this one taking place here. They would also enjoy reading of the wonders of the Indies and the New World by those who have visited these lands.’

      ‘I would not deny the truth of what you say, but those accounts will be written by explorers and no doubt printed by men. I would be doing you a disfavour if I allowed you to hold out any hope of continuing with this newsletter of yours, Mistress Llewellyn,’ said Gawain, marvelling at the enthusiasm that gleamed in her lovely eyes. If only she would look at him in such a manner! He quashed the thought. ‘Obviously your father would have disapproved and that is why you kept it a secret.’

      Deeply disappointed in him, she said, ‘Aye, because he thought, like you, that men can do most things better than a woman. We must be kept in our place under a man’s heel, to keep house, to be faithful and do what a man says and to bear him sons. Daughters do not matter. I pity your wife, because no doubt you do not appreciate your girls but long for her to give you a son!’

      The anger he had suppressed for so long exploded and he seized hold of her. ‘I deem you have said enough, Mistress Llewellyn,’ he said in a dangerously low voice. ‘You have no idea of what is between my wife and myself. I, like many men, believe it is our God-given role to cherish and protect our women and children, whatever their sex. You would spread falsehoods and discontent if what you say is an example of your writing. I would be doing your readers a favour by taking your newsletter out of circulation.’

      ‘I will not be silenced,’ she said, glaring at him.

      ‘Will you not?’ he said harshly and pressed a fierce kiss on her lips.

      A stunned Beth could do no more than remain still in his embrace, but her heart raced and her knees had turned to water.

      He released her abruptly, furious with himself and her.

      ‘You should not have done that,’ she gasped, putting a hand to her tingling lips.

      ‘No, I should not,’ admitted Gawain hoarsely, turning his back on her and breathing deeply. ‘But you would cause a priest to forget his vows. Your father held you in high esteem as a housekeeper and spoke fondly of you. He wanted you safely married and that will be my aim. I must ask you to forgive me for losing my temper and I assure you that it will not happen again.’

      ‘I—I should think not! What would your wife say?’ cried Beth.

      ‘Shall we keep my wife out of this?’ he said, clenching his fist.

      Her eyes fixed on his whitened knuckles and she knew that she had touched him on the raw. ‘I will not mention her again,’ she said stiffly. ‘Although if we were to meet in England—’

      ‘You would tell her?’ His expression was grim. ‘It is possible she would not believe you.’

      There was a long silence as they stared at each other. Then he reached for a knife. She shrank back and he swore beneath his breath and began to slice a loaf. ‘Eat, Mistress Llewellyn, you need to keep up your strength if you are to survive the difficulties that lie ahead,’ he rasped.

      ‘I am no weakling nor did I say I would speak of that kiss to your wife. Rather I wonder how I could look her in the face, knowing that you had kissed me.’

      ‘It is the swiftest way I know to silence a woman,’ he said.

      If he thought he had silenced her, then he was mistaken. Yet it had been such a kiss that she could still feel his lips’ impression on hers. How dare he accuse her of spreading falsehood and discontent when he had not read a word she had written! She would show him—but in the meantime, he was right about her keeping up her strength. She reached for the bread and cheese, determined to have her way, but uncertain yet exactly how to go about it. She supposed it all depended on what happened when they reached England. He could not force her to marry and no doubt he would need to leave her in London if he were to visit his wife and children. The sooner they parted the better—they obviously struck sparks off each other, rousing feelings that had to be suppressed.

      Gawain wondered what she was thinking. What would she say if he told her that Mary had borne him a son, but the boy had died? How in the weeks that followed he’d had to contend with Mary’s coolness and impenetrable silences. He had tried to reason with her and get her to talk about their loss, but that had been a waste of time. Once he had discovered there was another man involved, it had caused him to wonder how long she had been making a cuckold of him and whether the boy had truly been his son or this other man’s child. He had tried to be a good husband to her—never had he beaten her or forced her to bend to his will as she had told him her father had done. Gawain had treated her with respect and warmth as he remembered his father treating his mother. There had been great love between his parents, but still it had been a terrible shock when his father had died on the hunting field not long after his mother had passed away. Although he had left no message, Gawain was convinced his father had not wanted to live after his mother’s death and had recklessly taken one СКАЧАТЬ