A Love For All Seasons (26 page)

It was terror that made her call out, "Where do you go?" to Syward.

"To the privy, mistress," the man snapped back in irritation.

Elyas raced after him. "I'll walk across the courtyard with you," he cried. "I do not like to be alone in the dark."

The bedchamber door crashed against the wall behind it, the sound reverberating throughout the room. "Well now, if it isn't my loving wife," Katel called out. However slurred his words, they were edged in steel. "Wherever have you been this day? How callous of you to keep me waiting."

As the day was too hot for a brisk walk, Johanna and Helewise took their time returning from the tailor's shop. There was naught but silence between them. This was fine with Johanna, as her thoughts were on the riverbank and last night's meeting with Rob.

She again congratulated herself at her cleverness in managing to slip away undetected. This time it had only cost her a handful of ribbons to convince the maid who tended Papa throughout the night to say nothing of her absence. Since the girl was just dense and romantic enough to believe her mistress had indeed gone to pray for her betrothed's health, there was little chance she'd spill what she knew.

The question was, would the twit accept the lie twice? Mother of God, but she must. Only the promise of meeting Rob later this evening had made the tailor's poking and prodding endurable.

As the thought of marrying Katel filled Johanna, so did the prospect of having to lay beneath him as a wife did with her husband. When she did this with Rob it brought her great joy, but the very concept that she might have to do the same with Katel made her skin crawl. She narrowed her eyes in determination. There had to be a way to slip out this night; she and Rob had plans to make if she was to escape the fate her father willed on her. Aye, and after they made their plans, Rob would hold her.

It was this Johanna needed even more than his passion. Only when Rob's arms were around her did she feel as if she'd survive. With every passing moment her life crumbled around her, all that was familiar and precious slipping beyond her reach.

If it was not bad enough that her father was dying, Tom the Lackwit had passed last week, departing gently for the afterlife as he slept. Against his son's death, Philip announced that he would retire, going to end his days with a married daughter. Considering his age, this was to be expected but Helewise's abandonment was not. Of late, the housekeeper had spoken often of her village, where she and Aleric had been raised. Even if she didn't say as much, Johanna knew that both the housekeeper and her brother meant to leave when Katel became the master.

Loneliness thrust through her, followed by a touch of anger. Everyone so disliked Katel they would not stay, but no one seemed to appreciate how they all abandoned her to face him alone. Traitors, all of them!

As they entered the gate Johanna saw Master Colin standing in the forebuilding's shadow. Her heart rose to her throat at the deep lines that scored into his face. It was sadness that was eating through his skin as if to lay its mark upon his bones. He hadn't looked like this since his wife's death. With a wordless cry, she hurried across the courtyard to stop before him.

"How is Papa?" she demanded.

"Resting," he replied, his voice husky as if tears filled his chest.

"What is it, Master Colin?" Helewise asked as she came to a halt beside them.

"I fear I am mourning the ending of my life in this world," he replied and tried to smile. There was no answering light in his dark eyes. "This surprises me as I had not expected to do so."

"You've decided then?" Helewise's voice was unusually gentle. "The abbot has agreed to take you?"

"Aye. Once Walter passes, there is no one left to hold me on this side of the abbey's walls." This time when he smiled, it was in wry amusement. "The tonsure will be a blessing in disguise, I think me, as it means I'll have that much less hair to comb."

Johanna caught her breath as she understood Master Colin meant to take his vows. Here was another precious person who was abandoning her when she most needed him. Her loneliness grew larger than any anger. If not for Rob's vow to never leave, she would have wept. There'd soon be no one left within these walls who cared for her.

"Helewise," Master Colin said as he caught the woman's arm, "will you come aid me? It's time I sorted through my Kat's belongings."

"I should see to the master first," the housekeeper protested, but Master Colin was already leading her away from the forebuilding and back toward the gate.

"He was fine a few moments ago. Johanna can tend to him by herself for the little while I'll keep you away. You will, won't you, lass?" he called over his shoulder to her, but gave her no time to protest or agree as he bore the housekeeper ever nearer the gate.

"Come, I pray you. There's not much to look at, but touching what is hers makes me ache all over again."

Johanna watched them leave the courtyard, then turned to stare at the door in the forebuilding Although she never shirked sitting at Papa's bedside, her heart quailed at the thought of approaching her sire. It frightened her to look upon him, for each time she did it was a reminder that he was leaving her. Although the adult she wished she was tried to accept this, the child within her ever cried out angrily refusing to let him go.

With a sigh she squared her shoulders and entered the door, climbing the stairs to the hall. It was blessedly cool inside, easing her overheated skin. As she reached the wooden dividing wall that cleaved the one long room into hall and bedchamber she stopped to look at her mother's chests and smiled. With Helewise preoccupied by both Papa's health and plans for a wedding that must not happen, the maids were letting their chores slide. All three coffers wore a light coat of dust.

Once, these chests, along with the linens and serving items they contained, had been her only wealth. Even if that were no longer true, Johanna yet thought of them as her property—hers, and hers alone. It was against her pride of ownership that she used her finger to trace the letters "Joh" atop the green one, "anna's" on the brown-and-blue one, then squeezed "dowry" between the brass bands on the rusty-colored one. Wiping her fingers against her skirt in satisfaction, she passed from hall to bedchamber.

Master Colin had closed the shutters before he left the room, rendering the sleeping chamber dim and stuffy. She strode to her sire's bedside. Papa lay very still. A start of fear hit her, and she checked to see if his chest was rising and falling. Only when she was certain he yet lived did she breathe again, then quietly pulled the bed's draperies shut around him.

With naught to do until he awakened she went to the window and threw open the shutters. Leaning into the opening, she sought to absorb the sounds and smells of the far more normal life that went on around this deathwatch. Overhead, the sky was yet a bright blue, but clouds built, promising rain this night. She hoped it held off until after she'd seen Rob. There'd be no explaining wet gowns to Helewise come the morn.

The air was so heavy it made the smoke from the kitchen puddle around the peaked vent on its roof. Shimmering with heat, the thick stuff snaked its way along the thatch until it reached out to mingle with what rose from beneath the roof that shielded the distillery's hearth. Enjoying the shade that length of thatching provided them the maids who tended whatever potions stewed there were chatting and laughing as they worked. Next door, Master Herebert's wife was taking her husband to task over some misdemeanor, her voice piercing as she scolded.

All of this was so familiar and right that it offered her at least a momentary ease from what so frightened her. This was her home. As long as she had Rob beside her, she could survive, even if everyone else left her. Turning her back to the window, she returned to her father's bed. The stool that had long since become a feature here was set too close to the wall. Johanna drew it toward her, but her grip on the seat was not as tight as she thought. It slipped from her hands and fell to its side, clattering loudly on the wooden floor.

The noise sparked a rustling within the curtains. "Who is there?" Papa's call was so very weak. Johanna was glad the drapes were shut so he couldn't see how this made her grimace.

"It is me, Papa. My pardon, I did not mean to wake you."

Setting the stool upright beside the bed, she pushed back the draperies to look in at him. It took all her strength not to flinch as she did so. He too, was slipping away, going to a place far beyond her reach and from which he would never return. Loneliness once again pulsed through her.

"I am glad you did," he said to her, an odd tenseness to his voice.

She settled onto the stool, frowning in concern for him. "Are you hurting again, Papa?" A glance at the wall confirmed that the concoction Master Colin had created to deaden the pain that now ever gnawed at her father still sat where they left it.

"Aye, but it is nothing that brew will ease," he said. "Rob has spoken with me."

The breath left Johanna's lungs in a rush, only to be replaced by guilt. Despite that she was certain what she and Rob did was not wrong, in the doing of it she had betrayed her father's trust in her. Johanna slammed her heel down upon that thought. It was not she who was doing the betraying, but Papa. He meant to force her to wed Katel, who was a hateful, evil man.

Lifting her chin to a proud angle, she said, "Then you know that I can no longer marry Katel. Rob loves me, and we are wed."

Rather than comment on what she said, he asked, "Are you with child, sweetling?"

Johanna froze. Never in all her life had she thought her father might ask her such a question. Shame woke, so deep she bowed her head against it. "Nay, Papa."

"Are you certain? When was your last woman's flow?"

Her shame worsened as he mentioned this most private of subjects. It squeezed at her heart, trying to obliterate her love for Rob. Why had it never occurred to her that what she and Rob did together might get her with child? Instead, all she'd thought about was his love for her and the pleasure she found in his arms.

"Two weeks past," she returned, her voice tiny.

"Have you known him since then?"

Tears trickled from her eyes at this horrible, horrible question. Of a sudden she no longer felt like a virtuous wife, but rather some immoral maid who would lay with any lad. She could only nod.

Her father sighed. "Then Master Colin will fix you a brew to make certain naught lives in your womb. It is bad enough that he's left you. It would be doubly so were he to leave a bastard behind to ruin you."

"What?" It was a breathless cry that sprang from her lips. Shocked from her tears, Johanna raised her head to stare at her father. Even as she heard what he had said, she refused it. The thought of Rob gone was more than she could tolerate.

A terrible sadness filled the receding planes of her father's thin face. "Ach poppet, I cannot think how to tell you this. Rob has pulled the hood over all of our eyes. He's lied to you, sweetling. His tale about the abbot and proof of marriage was naught but a falsehood."

These words were like knife blows to her heart, made all the more painful because they followed her father's mortifying interview. Doubts appeared from some hidden coffer in her mind. Everyone knew that marriages were made before the church door. It took a priest's words to make the bond true. Shame's befouling light tried to turn what she and Rob had done into a sin. Still, her faith persisted.

"Nay, Rob would not lie to me. He asked the abbot."

Her father only shook his head. "Would you like me to call the abbot here to confirm what I tell you? I can do that if you will it."

"Nay," Johanna moaned softly, shaking her head against the confusion that whirled within her. Her father was wrong; he had to be. Rob never lied to her, but then, neither had her sire. "When Rob returns he'll prove to you he did not lie," she cried out.

"Poppet, do not fool yourself into thinking he’ll be back. He is gone for all time," her sire said with yet another deep sigh.

"Where did he go?" It was an aching plea, begging her father to deny what he'd just said. Once again, tears filled Johanna's eyes, a single droplet trickling down her cheek. When it reached her jaw, her father lifted a hand and used his thumb to brush it away.

"I know naught, save that he has coins enough to take him anywhere he wills."

However fiery her accusal, a terrible emptiness yawned within her. Her protest came too late. It did not matter what had happened or why. Rob was gone, and Papa would see to it he stayed far beyond her reach. There was nothing she could do to bring him back to her.

Never had Johanna known such pain. It was a moment before she realized her heart was breaking. Against her helplessness faith disappeared. How could Rob have allowed Papa to send him away from her when she needed him so?

"Love, I did not," her sire crooned to her.

However strange his voice had become, this was a soothing tone. "All I did was test him. I wanted to be sure of his affection for you before I broke your betrothal to Katel and placed you in his care. I told him he could have you, but you'd come to him with only your shift to your name."

His words shattered her. "You have disinherited me?" A little voice within her scolded that this was no more than she deserved for how she had sinned against God and her sire.

"Ach, my little love, it was but a ruse." He claimed her hand, holding it tight in his hot, dry palm. "I only wanted to know that his heart was true."

Johanna drew herself up to her tallest. However hopeless the battle she'd fight it to the end. "Now I know you lie. Rob's heart is true. Whether I had wealth or not, he would have accepted your offer and made me his wife in the eyes of the world."

"Child, you have mistaken him." Her father's hand tightened on hers in an attempt to convince her that his lie was true. "He raged! Praise God that there was no one within the house to overhear him else the tale of your debauching would soon be spread to every corner of Stanrudde. It was to protect you and your name that I offered him a goodly sum to still his tongue. He took this, lass, then demanded more. I had to vow to give it to him, but said he would not receive it until after you were well and truly wed to Katel."

"You are lying," she whispered, her love for Rob clinging to her heart by its fingernails alone.