Return of the Border Warrior. Blythe Gifford
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Название: Return of the Border Warrior
Автор: Blythe Gifford
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Историческая литература
Серия: Mills & Boon Historical
isbn: 9781408943885
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Rob blinked and something shifted behind his eyes, as if he glimpsed a different life. John held his breath. Did his brother finally understand?
Then, Rob cast his eyes to the floor above, where, until yesterday, his father had slept in his own bed. ‘Only God can give you that, Johnnie.’ He shook his head. ‘Only God.’
‘And God sends us the king to do his bidding on earth.’ He leaned forwards to grip his brother’s forearm. ‘Help him, Robbie. Help him.’
But the Rob he recognised faced him again. ‘I’ll leave the helping of the bairn king to you, Johnnie. Just don’t think that wearing his wisp of a badge will let you lord it over the rest of us.’
John winced. ‘I’ve never thought that.’
Rob smiled. ‘Have you not?’
John sat back, suddenly wondering. Why else had he returned?
He had ridden home wearing the king’s badge, carrying the king’s word, expecting finally to garner his father’s respect. Or at least his attention.
Instead, he was Johnnie Blunkit again. Or worse. An outlander, no more part of the family than a Storwick.
But John had seen that outland, seen a life beyond these hills. ‘I know what the king plans. Scotland will face England as an equal.’
‘You think he’ll defy his Uncle Henry? He’s the one who’s been stirring the families across the border.’
It was true. The king’s uncle, the English King Henry, eighth by that name, was using the reiving families of England to keep the Scots occupied. ‘Because he has no respect for us.’
‘No. Because he does respect us. He respects our swords.’ Rob leaned forwards. ‘And I mean to be sure we keep that respect.’
John gripped his fists in frustration. ‘It’s been two years since Gilnock’s death. Why is it so important to avenge him now?’
‘Because now, I’m the head man.’
Pride, stubbornness—everything he knew of his brother was in those words.
He felt his voice rise, ready to shout. ‘I need to know why.’
Rob gave a snort. ‘If you’d not abandoned your family these last ten years, you would know.’
‘If my family had not abandoned me, I would care,’ he snapped.
Rob blinked.
John pressed on. ‘Two years and Father didn’t hunt the man down. Didn’t you ever wonder at the reason? Didn’t you ever think he was trying to avoid a blood feud?’
‘And you think to force us to ride where the king bids us instead? The last time we did that, ten thousand Scotsmen lay dead on Flodden Field, along with the foolish king himself. That’s a mistake we won’t be making again.’ Rob pressed his palms flat on the table and rose, done with listening. ‘Your king can wait for Brunson men. We ride after Willie Storwick within a fortnight.’
He cursed himself for a fool. Instead of easing Rob’s decision, he’d forced it. ‘And join the king after?’ If they found the man quickly, they could still meet the king in East Lothian by early October, though John would have to soothe his sovereign’s temper when he discovered they’d taken vengeance against an English Storwick.
‘I’ve not decided.’ Rob’s lips curved, less in a smile than in a sneer.
Not a defeat, then. Rob had not said no.
‘Ride with us, Johnnie. That is, if you’re not a fazart.’
Fazart. The worst kind of coward.
John stood now, shaking his head. It wasn’t death that he feared. ‘I will not join you in vengeance. Not when I promised the king I would stop it.’
Rob, who rarely smiled, did. ‘Ah, and promises must be kept, eh?’
A rueful smile touched John’s lips and, for a moment, they shared it. ‘Perhaps I’ve a drop of Brunson blood after all.’
‘What happens,’ Rob said, finally, ‘if you can’t keep it, your promise to the king?’
He had not faced that unpleasant prospect before. ‘If I’m a careful and lucky man, I’ll never lay eyes on King James again.’
‘And if you’re not?’
John liked the king and the king liked him, but he did not fool himself. Friendship and sentiment did not rule a king, not even this one. He’d cut down any enemies who stood in his way.
And any friends, as well.
‘If not, my happy life could be a short one.’ That was the fact of it. Now Rob knew.
John wondered whether he’d care.
His brother crossed his arms and shook his head. ‘Then I can only wish you luck, Johnnie. And that you enjoy it while you can.’
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