Bound To The Barbarian. Carol Townend

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      ‘Ashfirth Saxon, Commander of the Varangian Guard. The Emperor has charged me with escorting Princess Theodora back to the Great Pal—’

      The eyes withdrew, the shutter closed with a snap.

      Gritting his teeth, Ashfirth exchanged glances with his captain. As one, they turned to look at the crumbling wall.

      ‘I’ll give her half an hour,’ Ash said.

      Brand’s face brightened.

       Yes, the men are definitely in need of exercise.

      On the other side of the gate, the Princess was standing at Katerina’s side. Her violet veil was trembling.

      ‘Is he there, Katerina? Has the Duke come in person?’

      ‘Despoina? My lady?’

      ‘Is the Duke outside?’

      Katerina pressed her nose to the grille and peered through a crack in the shutter. ‘I do not know if those are his men, my lady. What does Duke Nikolaos look like?’ Katerina’s gaze was caught by the taller of the two warriors standing at the entrance. ‘There is a man here who calls himself Ashfirth Saxon. He wants speech with you.’

      ‘Ashfirth Saxon?’ Princess Theodora’s tone was scornful, but Katerina heard the quiver in it and pitied her. Her mistress really did not wish to marry Duke Nikolaos. ‘Who is this Ashfirth Saxon?’

      He’s tall and fierce-looking. He has wind-burned skin. His hair gleams like jet and his eyes—Heavens!— how did a man with such dark hair come by eyes so blue? Katerina’s gut clenched as she inched the shutter open, the better to study him. Ashfirth Saxon had eyes that were almost as turquoise as the stones set in the cover of Princess Theodora’s book of psalms. They made a disturbing contrast with the jet-black hair.

      ‘He says he is Commander of the Varangian Guard and—’

      ‘The Varangians? Holy Mother, don’t tell me the Emperor has sent his personal guard!’ The Princess tugged at the sleeve of Katerina’s gown, bracelets chinking. ‘Are you certain? Can you see battle-axes?’

      ‘Yes, despoina. My lady, the men on horseback all have axes and—’

      ‘They are mounted?’ The Princess’s voice calmed. ‘Varangian guards usually fight on foot.’

      ‘Not all are mounted, my lady.’

      ‘Are they dressed for battle?’

      ‘They are wearing coats of mail, certainly. ‘

      The Princess swore, using an oath that Katerina was certain ought never to be uttered within the walls of a convent.

       ‘Princess!’

      ‘Don’t be such a prude, Katerina. You know where most of these nuns have come from—they will have heard far worse, I am sure.’

      Katerina doubted it, but she held her tongue. She should not have spoken up, it was not her place to criticise.

      The Princess poked her in the ribs. ‘Are you sure you can see no sign of the Duke? His standard, perhaps?’

      Peering past the iron bars, Katerina twisted her head from side to side, hoping to see the rest of the soldiers, but her view was limited. It was blocked by Ashfirth Saxon and his companion. So tall. Handsome devil, too. Except that he looks so angry. Ashfirth Saxon’s mouth was no longer smiling, it was set in a thin line. And those startling turquoise eyes might be looking at her past thick dark lashes, but they looked cold. Dispassionate. What did she expect? If this man was Commander of the Varangian Guard, the personal bodyguard to the Emperor, he would likely be more hard and ruthless than the rest.

      Katerina cleared her throat. A guardsman’s battle-axe flashed in the sun. ‘I can see no standard, but they are very well armed. If I were you, I do not think I would want to keep this Ashfirth Saxon waiting.’

      ‘If you were me?‘ Princess Theodora’s voice became sharp. ‘You are insolent today, slave.’

      Hurt sliced through Katerina like a blade. Slave. Well, that was what she had been until the Princess had rescued her—a slave. She had been one for so many years, it was a wonder the word had kept the power to wound, but wound it did. Particularly when it came from the lips of her princess, the princess who had freed her from the torture that her life as a slave had become. That Princess Theodora had sunk to remind Katerina of her past merely emphasised how repugnant she found the thought of marrying the Duke of Larissa.

      Shooting the Princess a bleak glance—she was chewing her lip—Katerina’s heart softened. Her mistress was not by nature vindictive, as Katerina herself had good reason to know, it was simply that she was under too much strain. Duke Nikolaos terrified her. She knew it was not just slave girls who found themselves at the mercy of their menfolk.

       Not even a princess can escape what men have planned for her!

      The next moment a gentle hand reached for hers. ‘Katerina, forgive me?’

      Katerina looked into the Princess’s eyes. Princess Theodora had eyes that Katerina had been assured mirrored her own almost exactly. They were, according to Lady Sophia, one of Princess Theodora’s ladies-in-waiting, the same shade of brown. Their eyes, Lady Sophia had said, had the same shape—they even had the same eyebrows. And the Princess’s mirror had confirmed it.

      ‘For what? You spoke the truth, despoina. Until you freed me, I was a slave.’

      For a moment the old bitterness welled up and Katerina felt her heart harden. Her bitterness was not directed towards the princess who had bought and freed her, rather it was directed towards the man who had sold her into slavery. Her father.

      Towards the Princess, Katerina felt only gratitude. She longed to be able to repay her for her generosity in offering Katerina—a peasant girl—a place in her aristocratic entourage and training her. But what could she—a maidservant—possibly have that a princess might desire?

      A thoughtful expression came over Princess Theodora’s face. She leaned forwards and a beringed hand lifted to close the wooden shutter. From the other side of the gate, came the jangle of a bell and the bleat of a goat. A man laughed.

      ‘Katerina?’

      ‘My lady?’

      ‘Accompany me to the church. There is something I wish to meditate upon.’

      ‘Yes, despoina.’

      When Princess Theodora, golden bracelets chinking in the light, linked arms with her, Katerina was unsurprised. This was more like the mistress she knew. Princess Theodora, niece of the Emperor himself, was a warm-hearted, even-handed woman who—while knowing of Katerina’s humble background—unfailingly treated her in the same way she treated her high-born ladies-in-waiting. Since taking Katerina under her wing, the Princess had taught Katerina the ways of the Court. She had taught her how to speak in a more refined manner—she had even taught her how to read.

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