In the hall below a Welsh boy slipped unnoticed to the kitchens and collected a cup of red Bordeaux wine from one of the casks that were mounted there. Onto a pewter platter he piled some of the pasties and cakes that were being prepared for the next days feasting and, dark as a shadow, he slipped up the stairs to his lords chamber. He was sorry for the beautiful girl in the blue dress. He too had been sworn at by de Braose and he too did not like it.
She was standing by the fire, the glowing embers reflecting the red glint in her massed dark hair. Her veil lay discarded on the bed with her wet mantle, and she was fingering an ivory comb.
The boy watched breathlessly from the shadows for a moment, but he must have moved, for she turned and saw him. He was surprised to see that there were no tears in her eyes. He had thought to find her crying.
What is it, boy? Her voice was very tired.
He stood still, abashed suddenly at what he had dared to do, forgetting the cup and plate in his hands.
Have you brought me some food? She smiled at him kindly.
Still he did not move, and, seeing his ragged clothes and dark face, she wondered suddenly if he had yet learned the tongue of his Norman masters.
Beth yw eich enw? she asked carefully, groping for the words Meredith, the steward at Raglan, had taught her, laughing at her quick interest. It meant, What is your name?
The boy came forward and shyly went down on one knee, set the wine and cakes on one of the chests beside the bed, then turned and fled back to the hall.
Matilda gazed after him for a moment, perplexed, and then, throwing back her hair, she sat down on the bed and began to eat. She was ravenously hungry and she had to think.
She sat for a long time over her cup of wine, as the rush burned lower. Then in the last flickering light she stood up and began to take off her clothes.
The sound of talk and laughter had begun to lessen in the hall below and now an occasional snore was beginning to echo up the stairs. To her relief there was no sign of William.
She slipped naked under the heavy bed coverings and, her plans quite made up for the morning, was soon asleep.
6
On the sofa Jo stirred uneasily. Beneath her lids her eyes moved rapidly from side to side and her breathing quickened.
I was tired after the days of endless riding, she said slowly. And I slept heavily. It is first light now. The room is gray and shadowy and the fire has sunk to a heap of white ash. I am sleepytrying to remember where I am There was a long pause. I am not alone anymoreThere is someone here with me in the room
So you are awake at last! William leaned over the bed and dragged the covers down to her waist. His breath stank of stale wine. My beautiful wife, so eager for her husbands company. Im flattered, my dear, that you should have missed me so much. He laughed and Matilda felt herself shudder. She lay still for a moment, afraid to move, as his calloused hands gripped her breasts, then she reached down desperately for the bedcovers, trying to drag them over her once more, remembering the charm she had recited to herself in the dark, the charm that would protect her from him for months to come.
She forced herself to lie still and looked up at him, her clear eyes steady on his. He immediately looked away, as always uncomfortable beneath her gaze.
You must not touch me, my lord.
His mouth widened into a sneer. Oh, no? And why not, pray? He grabbed her wrist, twisting it painfully until she wanted to scream, but she managed to keep her voice calm as she spoke. Because I am with child. And my nurse Jeanne says if you lie with me again while he is in my belly he will be stillborn.
She held her breath, watching his face. Cruelty turned to anger, then disbelief, then to superstitious fear. Abruptly he released her and he crossed himself as he straightened, moving away from the bed.
That witch! If she has put the evil eye on my child
She casts no evil eye, my lord. Matilda sat up, drawing the fur bedcover over her breasts and clutching it tightly. She wants to protect him. That is why she sent me to you, while I was still able to travel. Your son must be born in Wales, in your lands in the Border March. You cannot send me back to Bramber.
She watched him, hugging herself in triumph as he stood with his back to her, staring down at the dead ash in the hearth. Then he swung around. How does she know all this?
Matilda shrugged. She has the gift of seeing.
And she sees that I will have a son?
A strong, brave son, my lord. She saw the look of triumph on his face as he stared at her.
Very well, he said. But you may not stay here. I shall order a litter to take you on to Brecknock. You will be safe there.
She lay back on the pillows and closed her eyes with a sigh. You are kind, my lord. I will try to obey you. I just pray to the Blessed Virgin that the extra journey will not harm the child. I am so tired. She put her hand on her stomach dramatically. Please. May I not rest a day or two more? For your sons sake?
She glanced up through her eyelashes to see what reaction her words provoked. William seemed nonplussed. He strode back and forth across the room a couple of times, kicking viciously at the hay that was strewn on the floor, obviously struggling with himself. Seeing his preoccupation, she felt a wave of something that was almost affection for this stocky, broad-shouldered man, still almost a stranger to her. He looked so uncertain.
Are you pleased, William? she asked after a moment. About the baby?
Of course Im pleased. His voice was gruff. But I dont want you here. Not today.
But why not? I shant be in your way, I promise. She raised herself on her elbow, her hair cascading about her bare shoulders, dark auburn in the pale sunlight. You wont even know Im here, and in a day or two when Im rested I shall go to Brecknock if you think thats really best.
William straightened his shoulders, frowning reluctantly. If I allow you to stay, he blustered, and Im only saying if, you would have to promise on no account to leave this room. Not for any reason. It would not be safe. You would have to give me your oath.
I promise, my lord. She crossed her fingers beneath the covers.
You do understand me. You are not to move from here all day, no matter what happens. He glared down at her. In fact, you would have to stay in bed. The feast is not for you. Its no ordinary Christmas junketing but a gathering of local Welsh princes and dignitaries for political discussions. I have to read them an ordinance from King Henry. Thats why the Bloets werent asked. Its no place for them, and its no place for women. Do you understand?
He turned away from her and strode over to the perch where his falcon sat. Picking up the gauntlet that lay on the coffer nearby, he pulled it over his knuckles. Gently he freed the birds jesses and eased it onto his fist, whispering affectionately as he slipped the hood from its head. The creature looked at him with baleful eyes. If you are going to be here, Ill take this beauty back to the mews, he said grudgingly. Remember, you are not to leave that bed. If you try, I shall have you locked up. He turned on his heel sharply and left the room.
Matilda waited until his footsteps had died away. Then she slipped triumphantly from the bed and pulled a fur-lined dressing gown around her shoulders. She ran to the high window and peered out, feeling the cold wind lift her hair, listening to the sounds of life that were beginning to stir in the bailey below. It was a gray morning. The watery sun above the hills to the east was so shrouded in mist and cloud that it gave off as little heat as the waning moon.
Shivering a little, she glanced around the room. It did not look so comfortable in the cold light but she hugged herself excitedly. Her plan had worked. She was free of Bertha, was mistress of her own large household, or would be very soon, and had ensured that she was free of her husbands loathsome attentions until her baby was born. She gave a wistful smile. She had never felt better nor stronger than in the last two months, and she knew there was no risk. She was strong and healthy and had had no premonitions for the baby or for herself. She frowned suddenly as she gazed from the window, for premonitions she had certainly had, strange formless terrors that had plagued her for the last three nights in her dreams. She shrugged away the thought. Whatever they meant, she was not going to let them spoil todays excitement.
She wondered where Richard was this morning, then abruptly she put him out of her mind. To think about Richard de Clare was dangerous. She must forget him and remember that she was another mans wife.
She dragged her thoughts back to the days feasting. She had no intention of keeping her promise to William and staying in bed. She meant to be there at his side.
There were about five hours to wait until it began, she judged, squinting up at the sun. Many of the guests were probably already at the castle or camped around its walls, others would be riding down from the Welsh hills and from Prince Seisylls court, wherever it was, with their attendants and their bards and their entertainers. She felt a tremor of excitement.
At the sound of a step on the stairs she turned from the drafty window and ran back to the bed, shivering. A small woman entered, her hair gray beneath a large white veil. She was bearing a tray and she smiled at Matilda a little shyly. Good morning, my lady. Ive brought you some milk and some bread.
Milk! Matilda was disgusted. I never drink milk. Id much rather have wine.
Milk is better for you, madam. The older womans voice with the gentle lilt of the hills was surprisingly firm. You try it and see, why dont you?
Matilda pulled herself up on the pillows and allowed the woman to feed her broken pieces of the fine wastel bread. She found she was very hungry.
Did I see you in the hall last night? she asked between mouthfuls.
The woman smiled, showing rotten teeth. No, madam, I was in the kitchens most of yesterday, helping to prepare for the feasting.
Matilda sat up, her eyes shining with excitement. Do you know how many people are coming? Was there much food being brought in? Are the guests already arriving?
Laughing, the woman spread her strong, work-worn hands. Her nails were badly broken. Oh, enough for two armies, madam, at least. They seem to have been at work for days, ever since Sir William even hinted at a feast. But yesterday and the day before, I have been helping too with a lot of the women, to see that all is ready in time.