Betrothed to the Barbarian. Carol Townend

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      Duke Nikolaos grinned and, with something of a flourish, gave her an elaborate bow. He clapped the Varangian officer on the arm and continued towards the steps that led into the Boukoleon.

      ‘I wonder if he’s coming to meet you?’

      ‘Dressed like a stable hand? He wouldn’t dare.’

      Sophia gave Theodora a look that told her that Sophia believed the Duke would dare anything. In her heart Theodora knew Sophia was right.

      ‘He is not in the least like Peter,’ Theodora murmured.

      ‘No, my lady, I do not believe he is.’

      As Theodora pondered on the nature of the Duke’s character, a nervous shiver shot through her. She really did not think she could marry him.

       Chapter Four

      The formal introduction of Duke Nikolaos of Larissa to Princess Theodora Doukaina did not take place until late that afternoon. Lord Basil, the Palace Chamberlain, was in charge of the ceremony and Lord Basil was not to be hurried; the ceremony must be perfect. In the Palace courtyards and gardens, shadows lengthened to allow for final preparations. Theodora was left with hours to consider how Emperor Alexios might react if she were to repudiate his most trusted general in public.

      Sophia and Thetis took her to the bathhouse on the ground floor for another bath. They hustled her back into the apartment to redress her hair, and all the while Theodora found herself worrying over the matter of her impending marriage. She fretted almost as much as Martina fretting over a new tooth.

      Theodora had sent a subtle plea for help to her cousin, Empress Irene, in which she confessed to having misgivings over the match. Her message had been carefully worded, to avoid giving offence to the Emperor’s most loyal general. All afternoon, Theodora waited anxiously for the reply, praying she would not be summoned to meet either her cousin or the Emperor. She was not prepared to lie to them, and if she were asked about Peter or Martina, she did not know what she would say.

      Empress Irene’s reply came when Theodora was in the windowless dressing room adjoining her bedchamber. Clad in her undertunic, she was peering through the jumpy light of a sputtering wall lamp at a violet silk gown Sophia had picked out for her. ‘Not that one, Sophia, I have never liked black braiding.’

      ‘Excuse me, Princess.’ A maidservant stood under the arch that led back to the bedchamber, holding out a silver salver with small scroll on it. ‘From the Empress, despoina.’

      Snatching up the scroll, Theodora ran her nail under the seal and moved nearer the wall lamp.

      ‘What does it say?’ Sophia asked.

      Theodora stared in disbelief at the formal reply, a reply which made her wonder if the Empress had read her message properly. It was not much help. ‘The Empress thanks me for my good wishes on her husband’s accession. In return she sends heartfelt congratulations on the occasion of my betrothal.’

      ‘Congratulations? She is attending the betrothal ceremony?’

      ‘Empress Irene begs to be excused, she is sure I will understand. She has joined His Majesty in doing penance for the unrest that took place in the City before his enthronement. She does not consider it would be appropriate for her to attend such a joyful celebration.’

      Sophia sent her a concerned look. ‘It sounds as though the Empress approves the match.’

      ‘It would seem so, for she goes on to say that a marriage between myself and the Duke would be in the best interests of the state. She understands that I feel nervous—nerves are natural, she says. I must be strong. My cousin will pray for me.’ Theodora looked blankly at another gown Sophia had unearthed from one of the packing cases. ‘Thank you, Sophia, that one will do.’

      It would seem there was no escape. Yet.

      ‘The Empress is very young, my lady,’ Sophia said. ‘It might have been better to have written to the Emperor …’

      Theodora shook her head. Duke Nikolaos was known to be close to the Emperor, it was likely His Majesty’s reply would have mirrored his wife’s. ‘In the circumstances, I have decided not to draw attention to myself.’

      ‘That might be wise, my lady.’

      ‘Lord, it seems I have little choice but to attend the ceremony and pray the right moment comes.’

      ‘The right moment, despoina?’

      Theodora looked down at her hands, astonished to see they were shaking. Nerves.

      Nervousness was not something that Theodora usually experienced and she did not like it. It was the Duke’s fault.

      ‘I shall know the right moment, when it comes.’

      ‘Do you think your aunt might attend, despoina?’

      ‘I hope so, but I am uncertain. She may not consider it appropriate. As wife to two previous Emperors, both of whom have been ousted, her position at Court is tenuous.’

      It was a pity, because Theodora would have welcomed some moral support. An afternoon of thought had confirmed her decision. She could not marry the Duke. Such a man, a man of experience, would find out first one secret, and then another, and then …

      If only she could be the virgin he expected … if only … But, no, Theodora would never wish her daughter unborn.

      Sweet Mother, His Majesty would not thank her if she repudiated his most powerful general in public. Yet given that they were not supposed to meet until formally introduced, what choice did she have?

       How will the Duke react?

      ‘Excuse me, Princess?’ The maidservant was back under the arch. ‘Duke Nikolaos is waiting to greet you in the small throne room.’

      Theodora swallowed. ‘I shall be down directly.’

      She stood like a statue in the middle of her dressing room, arms held out slightly from her sides, and submitted to being eased into another violet gown. Her ladies were efficient. Thetis twitched the gown into place; there was a sharp pull on her scalp as Sophia adjusted a hairpin. Finally, the hard weight of a gold diadem settled on her head. She grimaced.

      ‘You are fortunate to have such thick hair, my lady,’ Sophia said. ‘It cushions the weight.’

      Thetis fluttered about, swiftly slipping amethyst rings on to her fingers, pushing a heavy enamelled bracelet on to her wrist, finding earrings to match the rings. ‘The Chamberlain Lord Basil will be there, my lady,’ Thetis said. ‘And there will be other generals besides Duke Nikolaos, I am sure.’

      ‘No doubt.’ Theodora looked down as Sophia lifted her feet, one after the other, to push on her silk slippers. ‘In her letter, the Empress says she is sending a couple of her ladies to wish me well.’

      ‘That is kind of her,’ Sophia said.

      Theodora took a violet and gold fringed shawl and draped it about her shoulders. СКАЧАТЬ