Lady Thief (Page 21)

“That’s the dowager queen?” I asked.

He nodded. “There is no fairer personage to serve in the royal court,” he whispered to me. “Her youngest son may know little of what honor and grace truly represent, but trust me, she is the font of such qualities.”

Like a cloud, the prince blocked my view of her again.

“And she loves nothing more than a well-told story. She encourages such amongst the royal court. Courtly loves are always her favorites.”

“The love me and Rob have ain’t so courtly,” I told him.

He laughed. “God will judge you, not I,” he said. “But I would love to see him again. We knew each other well when we were boys.”

Perhaps he were true, and he loved Rob, but it were equal as likely that he weren’t, and this were some trick to find Rob—another wolf in the royal court. “I’ll speak of it when I see him, your Grace, but as he’s a bit of an outlaw he ain’t so easy to find,” I told him.

“Thank you,” he said, patting my hand.

“What are you two whispering about?” Gisbourne asked, but his eyes were on our touching hands.

Winchester released me. “The lady was assuring me her bruises didn’t hurt overmuch,” he said. “I had inquired after her welfare.”

“Your gallantry is misplaced,” the prince fair shouted round a mouthful of food. “The lady isn’t some delicate flower in need of chivalry, but rather the firmness of her husband’s hand, Winchester.”

“Surely no woman should lack for chivalry, my son.”

The prince looked to his side and I reckoned it must have been Eleanor that had spoken.

“Hardly a woman at all, is she, though?” he said, and a bit of food spat out. Even the princess made a stuck-up little face at that. “She’s a thief. A criminal. An outlaw—hardly falls into the same category.”

“The gentility befitting her sex should be inalienable,” Winchester said.

“Don’t be silly,” the prince railed on. “I suppose you bow and scrape for peasant women too, Winchester?”

“My wife is no peasant,” Gisbourne said.

I frowned. Honestly, why bother piping up at all?

“No, of course not. She elevated you, in fact, didn’t she?” the prince crowed. My husband’s face went dark. Didn’t much think he liked to be reminded of that.

The far ends of the tables were still talking amongst themselves, but the closer bits were listening to the prince make sport of me. “But my prince,” someone spoke up. “Surely you must take deportment into account. If anything, dear Gisbourne has lowered himself by his association. It’s like mating with a wild animal.”

“And what should we take into account about a person that so lowers the conversation during such a lovely meal, my lord de Lacy?” the queen said.

“If you can call de Lacy a lord, my lady queen,” said another man.

“Lord enough to see you on the field, Wendeval!” de Lacy roared back at him.

“My dear mother,” the princess said. “You must forgive him. We are all so confused about what to do with such a curiosity in our midst. We have all heard such stories about her, and now it seems she cannot even muster the words to speak. You must understand how this lends a certain air of savagery.”

“And yet the court’s ability to discuss a young lady as if she were an object seems savage also,” the queen said. “Most unbecoming, Isabel.”

I saw the princess flush at this rebuke, and Gisbourne looked to her.

“My dear mother,” she tried again, “I only meant to allay his thoughtless words. I, of course, have been eager to get to know the lady Leaford and am eager to hear what must be such … colorful stories. In her own words.”

“Ah, yes, you do love a good story, Mother. Come, Lady Marian, regale us,” the prince sneered at me.

Gisbourne’s vengeful gaze settled on me, and I licked my lips, pressing them tight together. I pushed up my chin and clutched my hands tight. “I won’t perform for you,” I said, pushing the words careful through my teeth. God knows they weren’t natural on my mouth. “Perhaps you think me a fool, and who could blame you, as I sit here and listen to you call me a wild animal, a peasant. But I am wise enough to know when my words will only be met with derision and scorn.” I looked to the side a small bit. “So no, my prince, I would prefer not to regale you.”

My husband’s hand settled on mine, his fingers clawing in and cutting. I didn’t much dare to look at him, to breathe.

Out the edge of my eye I saw a pale face lean forward. Her blue eyes were bright, and there were a stark, harsh beauty to her face. Eleanor of Aquitaine inclined her head to me, and I flushed.

“Well said, my lady Marian,” she said.

Gisbourne released the bear clamp on my hand and I tucked my head down to the dowager queen.

Chapter Ten

When supper were over Gisbourne caught my elbow and held me in a fair wolf’s trap, dragging me out the hall, moving faster than the rest. It were a few twists and turns before we weren’t in a crowd, and he pushed me ahead.

“God damn you!” he growled. “You and your filthy, proud mouth! I will be made to pay for that, and by hell so will you.”

“I did what you asked!” I snapped. “I spoke well, didn’t I? I didn’t stab no one.”

He pushed me again and I tripped over the skirts, hitting the wall, and he slammed his whole body behind mine so it stole away my breath. I reached out to fight him, to grab my knife, but he trapped my arms. I struggled hard, fair panicked now, but it didn’t matter, didn’t make him move.

“I could take you, Marian,” he threatened low in my ear. He bit my neck and I shook and struggled more, trying to be free of him. I ain’t never felt so trapped, so weak. He had my name, and every moment more he were taking my courage from me. He were taking everything I had from me. “I could bind you to me forever with the duty a husband is entitled to from a wife. I could give you a scar to match your wedding present. I could beat you until you remember your place, your promise.” His teeth sank into my ear and I cried. “Pick one.”

“Is this what your honor means to you?” I asked, but my voice weren’t much there and shaking besides. “Will this make you feel bigger in the eyes of the prince?” I drew a breath. “Or is it the princess you want to impress?”