Lady Rowena's Ruin. Carol Townend
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quick draught. Eric knew Sir Breon from his time at Jutigny and he’d never much liked him. Not that Eric could level anything specific against the man. Sir Breon had a bullying manner and he was crude, but then so were many knights. What was odd was that Eric couldn’t recall Sir Macaire being troubled by Sir Breon before this. ‘Macaire, what in hell is going on?’
‘It’s not for me to say.’ Sir Macaire jerked his head at the stairwell. ‘For the love of God, Eric, hurry straight up.’
‘They’re in the solar, you say? Doesn’t Lady Barbara usually reserve the solar for herself and her ladies?’ Eric was becoming more intrigued by the moment. Sweat was breaking out on Macaire’s brow and his manner—Macaire looked decidedly panicked—was mysterious, if not downright worrying. ‘What’s the problem?’
‘The solar, lad. Get to the solar and you’ll have your answers.’
* * *
In the solar, Lord Faramus was pacing in front of a low fire, pulling at his beard. His eyebrows were drawn into a deep frown. His wife, Lady Barbara, was sitting beneath the window, long white fingers gripping a scroll of parchment.
Eric had fond memories of Lady Barbara, who had always treated him with kindness. Her usually clear brow was crossed with lines and her face was pinched with worry. She looked deeply distressed. A pang of sympathy shot through him. Had she and Lord Faramus quarrelled again?
‘Good morning, my lady, my lord,’ Eric said, bowing.
Irritably, Count Faramus waved the niceties aside. ‘Where the devil have you been? I’ve been waiting for you all morning.’
‘I’ve been at the fair in Provins, my lord.’
‘The fair?’ The count’s expression lightened. ‘Oh, yes, I remember. You are looking for a stallion, as I recall. Did you find one?’
‘Not yet, mon seigneur.’ Eric wanted a brood mare as well as a stallion, thus far he hadn’t found either. At the Provins fair he had learned that he might find both at Bar-sur-Aube. Given that horses with good breeding lines were almost impossible to track down, Eric had wanted to go there directly from the fair. And then he’d remembered the count’s summons. Eric felt a certain loyalty to his former liege lord and he’d felt bound to come to Jutigny first. As soon as this meeting was over he would set out for Bar-sur-Aube.
‘My apologies if I kept you waiting, my lord. You have something to ask me, I believe?’
Eric found his gaze returning to Lady Barbara. She was not usually present when her husband discussed his affairs with his household knights. Come to think of it, in his time at Jutigny Castle, Eric’s orders had invariably been issued in the great hall or the armoury. What was going on?
Lord Faramus sucked in a breath and Eric caught an exchange of glances between man and wife. ‘Eric, Sir Eric, before we get to the meat of the matter, I should like your word that what is said between these walls will remain confidential. At least for the moment.’
‘As you wish, my lord.’
‘Eric, this concerns my daughter, Lady Rowena. You remember Rowena?’
Alarm tensed every muscle in Eric’s body. This was about Lady Rowena?
Of course Eric remembered Lady Rowena—as Lord Faramus and Lady Barbara’s only child, how could he forget her? Lady Rowena was a shy, fair girl, a handful of years younger than he. Until Lady Rowena had professed a desire to become a nun, she had been heiress to the Sainte-Colombe acres and every eligible knight in Champagne had been suing for her hand. At times it had seemed as though Jutigny Castle was under siege. Count Faramus had eventually come to terms with Count Gawain de Meaux, but there had been some scandal and the marriage had never gone ahead. Eric didn’t know the details. ‘I heard that Lady Rowena entered the convent outside Provins?’
‘St Mary’s Abbey.’ Lord Faramus’s mouth was grim. ‘Aye, so she did.’
Count Faramus had made no secret of his displeasure at his daughter’s decision to take the veil. But Lady Rowena was the king’s goddaughter and once the king—himself a religious man—had endorsed her wish to become a nun, there’d been little the count could do about it.
The skin prickled at the back of Eric’s neck, he was beginning to feel very uneasy.
‘Sir Eric, I am well aware that I am no longer your liege lord and I cannot command you, but I do have a favour to ask.’ His fingers curled into a fist. ‘A very large favour. It’s a task I believe you will find distasteful.’
‘Mon seigneur?’
‘Sir—Eric—I want you to get my daughter out of that convent. Take her to your manor at Monfort. Hold her there until she agrees to marry you.’
Appalled, Eric drew his head back. He must have misheard. ‘I don’t think I understand you, my lord.’
Lord Faramus made an exasperated sound. ‘I want you to ruin Rowena. Get her out of that convent and seduce her. Make love to her. Make it so that she has no choice but to marry you—’
‘My lord, I can’t do that!’ No wonder Lady Barbara was so ill at ease!
‘Why the devil not?’
Eric stepped closer. ‘It would be wrong, my lord. Your daughter has a religious calling, I cannot come between her and her vocation.’
‘Rowena thinks she has a religious vocation,’ Lord Faramus said curtly. ‘It is not the same thing, not the same thing at all.’
Firmly, Eric shook his head. ‘I will not do it.’
The count’s jaw worked. ‘For pity’s sake, you have to, it’s the Visitation of Our Lady next week.’
Eric gave the count a bemused look. ‘My lord, I do not see the connection.’
Lady Barbara leaned forward. The parchment rustled. ‘Eric, Rowena is to make her preliminary vows that day.’
Lord Faramus cleared his throat. ‘De Monfort, Rowena’s about to become a novice. You have to get her out of the abbey before that happens.’
Eric stepped back and bowed. A tight knot formed in the pit of his stomach. ‘My lord, I am conscious that I owe you and Lady Barbara a great deal, but in all honour I am afraid I must refuse you.’
The count’s expression darkened. ‘De Monfort, I feel sure you are forgetting how lucky you were to end up at our gate.’ He gestured at this wife. ‘Who else but my Barbara would have taken in a half-starved child? Who else but Sir Macaire would have taken you—a complete unknown—under his wing and trained you the way he did? Lord, I myself knighted you. And you have the gall to refuse me?’
Eric held firm. ‘I shall never forget the kindness I have found in your household, my lord, but all that you taught me did not include seducing virgins! It would be wrong to abduct Lady Rowena. She has a calling.’
‘Like hell she does.’ Lord Faramus narrowed his eyes on Eric. ‘Don’t you want more lands? Marry Rowena and you will be count yourself one day.’
Eric huffed out a breath, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing—Lord Faramus was asking him to ruin his daughter. To force her into marriage. To say the least, it was a desperate plan. And to make matters worse, the count seemed to be ignoring the fact that if Lady Rowena were to marry him, the king ought to agree to the match first.
Had Lord Faramus lost his senses? Of course it was beyond flattering to think that the count would welcome him as a son-in-law, not to mention that it was temptation beyond his wildest dreams—him, to become a count one day!—but he couldn’t do it.
He glanced towards the lady sitting by the window. He couldn’t read her expression, she had set aside the parchment and was bent over some needlework. Surely Lady Barbara didn’t condone this foolhardy idea?
‘The king