Authors: Anne Herries
R
oxanne glanced back over her shoulder, listening for the sounds of pursuit, but all she could hear were birds calling one to the other as they flitted between the trees and the occasional snuffle of a small animal in the undergrowth. The woods themselves held no fear for her, but she was afraid of being made to return to the camp.
She had been walking for hours without stopping, but now she was hungry. She was fairly certain that no one had followed her. It must be safe now to stop and eat some of the food she had packed. Placing her larger bundle on the ground, Roxanne spread her shawl on the dry earth and sat down, opening the cloth that carried her bread, cheese and the preserved fruit she had brought with her. Sofia had always kept a jar of dried fruits on her shelf, because she said figs, dates and apricots were good to eat in the winter when they could not pick fruit from the hedgerows.
She missed Sofia so much! Her friend's sad death had left her alone and in fear of the future. She had no one who cared for her and no one to care for. She was not sure which felt the worst, because she had enjoyed caring for her friend in her last months when she became too feeble to care for herself.
Blinking away her tears, Roxanne rose to her feet and gathered her bundles. Sofia had been one of a band of travelling players, almost a mother to her, and she had given Roxanne so much, even her name.
âIf anything happens to me you should go to London,' Sofia had told her only a few days before she died. âYou are a fine actress, my love. You could find fame and fortuneâand perhaps marry a man of substance and be the lady I believe you truly are.'
Roxanne had begged her not to talk of dying, tears stinging her eyes, but after her death it had become clear that Roxanne could not stay with the band of travelling players with whom she had lived for the past five years. She was in danger and her only choice was to run away before
he
returned to the camp.
She had made up her mind that she would get to London if she could, though it would mean walking for many days, perhaps weeks. Before she reached the great city, she would need to find work for a few days to earn her food.
Lost in thought, she was startled as she heard a loud cry and then a horse came crashing through the trees towards her. It was saddled, but without a rider, its reins hanging loose, and she realised that someone must have fallen.
Instinctively, she ran in the direction from which the cry had seemed to come. She had gone only a few yards when she saw a man lying on the ground. His eyes were closed and his face looked pale. Her heart caught and for a moment she thought he was dead. Dropping her bundles, she knelt by his side and touched his face. He felt warm and she drew a breath of relief. His fingers were moving and he was still breathing, though seemed unaware of her. He must have been knocked unconscious by the fall from his horse.
She hesitated, then unwound his white stock from his neck; taking out her precious store of water, she poured some of it onto the fine linen and began to bathe his face. His lips moved, a groan issuing from him, then his eyes flickered open and he looked up at her.
âWhat happened?' he muttered. âWho are you?'
âMy name is Roxanne. I think you fell from your horse. It came rushing at me through the trees and I heard your cry.'
âIt was the fox,' he said and pushed up into a sitting position. His dark grey eyes fixed on her face. âIt started up just in front of us. I tried to stop, but I was riding hard and the stupid horse reared up in a fright.'
âThe horse was startled. They are nervous creatures, sir. If you were riding too hard, the fault was yours.'
âThe devil it was.' His slate-coloured eyes narrowed, became intent and suspicious. âWhat is a lady like you doing alone in these woodsâdressed like that?'
Roxanne hesitated, for to tell him her true story was too risky. She did not know him and should use caution.
He was undoubtedly a gentleman and Sofia had warned her to be careful of the gentry, for they were not to be trusted.
âI was with a band of travelling players, but I had to leave. I am trying to get to London to find work as an actress.'
âAre you indeed?' His gaze was unsettling. âI see you have water, Miss Roxanne. Will you give me some?'
âI used some to bathe your face, but you may have a few sips.' Roxanne handed him the stoneware flask and he lifted it to his mouth, drinking deeply. âPlease leave some. I may not find a stream to refill my flask for hours.'
âI passed a stream not far back,' he replied. âBut if you are making for London you are walking in the wrong direction.'
âOhâ¦' Roxanne frowned as he handed her back the bottle. âPerhaps you couldâ' She broke off as he attempted to stand and shouted with pain. He swayed and would have fallen had she not caught hold of his body and supported him. âWhere does it hurt?'
âMy right ankle,' he groaned. âI think it must be broken. If I sit down again, could you take the boot off for me?'
âDo you think that wise, sir? The boot will probably have to be cut off if your ankle is brokenâand a doctor should do it. Sofia would have known how to treat you, but I do not have her skills.'
âWho the hell is Sofia? Is she with you?'
âShe was my dearest friend and she died recently.'
âSorry,' he muttered, his face white with pain. âI
have a knife. Cut the damned thing off and bind the ankle with the stock. It will have to do until we can find an inn and a doctor.'
âWeâare you expecting me to go with you?'
âHow do you imagine I can get anywhere alone? Or were you planning to go on and leave me here?'
âYour temper does not help your cause, sir. If you will sit, I shall attempt to do as you askâand, no, now you mention it, I was not planning to abandon you.'
His eyes narrowed in annoyance, his mouth set hard. âYou speak in the tones and manner of a lady, yet you say you are an actress. You must be a clever one.'
âSofia said I could play royalty to the manner born,' Roxanne said, helping him to lower himself to the ground so that she could attend to his ankle. âShe was once a courtesan and had both royal and aristocratic lovers in her youth so I imagine she would know how they behave.'
âShe sounds quite a remarkable lady?'
âShe was wonderful.' Roxanne hesitated, then ran her hands down the length of the boot. Not yet! She would not tell him too much too soon. âIt is difficult to tell while this is on, but I think you may have a break just above your ankle. It will hurt too much if I try to pull the boot offâhave I your permission to cut the leather? I dare say it may have cost a great deal of money.'
âI have other pairs; just do it.' He thrust a hand into his pocket and brought out a silver penknife.
âI think I have something better.' Roxanne opened her large bundle and took out a long thin dagger. âThe
blade is very sharp. It will slit the leather easier than your knife.'
âGood grief, what are you carrying a dangerous thing like that for?'
âI am a woman travelling alone. I needed to be sure I could protect myself.'
âRemind me never to try to seduce you when I'm drunk.'
âAre you in the habit of seducing women when drunk?'
Roxanne's eyes held a sparkle of amusement as she glanced at him and then back at the boot. It was long and tight fitting and obviously the best quality. She inserted the knifepoint into the leather and began to slit the length of the boot. Her patient groaned once or twice as she worked, a muffled cry escaping him as she finally drew it from his foot.
âDamn!' he muttered as her fingers began to explore his ankle and the region above. âIt hurts like hell.'
âI think there is a small break just above the ankle,' Roxanne said. âThe flesh is not torn, but there is a bump where there ought to be straight boneâit might have been worse.'
âYou cannot feel the pain,' he muttered fiercely.
âI am certain it hurts, but I shall bind it with your stock and use the last of the cold water. That may stop the swelling from becoming too bad, but I am not an expert, sir. If we can make you comfortable enough to ride your horse, it will be much easier for you to continue your journey.'
âSupposing we could find the damned creature.'
âI dare say it will not have gone far. I will look for it after I've bound your ankle.'
âYou'll go and leave me here.' He looked angry, as if he believed she would simply walk away.
âI promise I shall not. All I have in the world is in these bundles. If I leave them with you, I must return.' She finished her work and rose to her feet. âTry to rest until I return with the horse.'
âAnd if you cannot find it?'
âI shall return and try to help you, though it may be best to fetch help. Wait patiently if you can. I shall not be long.'
âDamn you,' he muttered through clenched teeth. âYou're made of iron. You should have been born a lady, you belong with the starched-petticoat brigade.'
âSofia always said I was from good family.' Roxanne smiled. âLady or not, I shall not desert you, sir.'
She walked back the way she had come. The horse had been in a blind panic, but once it stopped its mad flight it would stand and wait to be reclaimed by its owner. She must just hope that it had not injured itself because she needed it to be strong enough to carry them both and her bundles.
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Luke cursed as he reached into his coat pocket and took out his pocket flask, which was still half-filled with brandy. His ankle was hurting like the devil and the girl had been gone too long. If she did not come within a few minutes, he would have to try to find help himself. If he ignored the pain, he might hobble far enough to find a farm or a woodcutter's hut. He
was attempting to rise when he heard a rustling sound and, a moment later, the girl appeared through the trees leading his horse.
âI thought you had decided to leave me after all,' he said a trifle sulkily. âYou were gone a long time.'
âYour horse was not sure he wanted to come to a stranger. He was a little shy at first, but we have become friends now.'
She led the horse to Luke. âI think he will carry us both and my bundles, sir. If not, then I can walk beside you. I do not think you capable of riding hard this time.'
âImpertinent wench.' Luke scowled at her and then laughed. âYou remind me of my Great-Aunt Dorethea when she was young.'
âIndeed? I'm not sure whether I should be flattered or insulted.' Roxanne's brows arched. âDo you think you can mount if I hold the horse?'
âFlattered. I admired her. Give me your arm, Miss Roxanne. I need you as a crutch.' Holding on to her arm, Luke levered himself on to his left foot. He hobbled towards the horse, then, as she held its head steady, took hold of the saddle and belly-flopped over it, using the strength of his arms and body to pull himself into a sitting position. Beads of sweat had gathered on his brow by this time, but he controlled his desire to yell out with pain. Roxanne had fitted her bundles round the pommel of the saddle; then, with an agility that surprised him, she took his outstretched hand and swung herself up behind him. âYou've done that before?'
âI've been riding horses barebacked since I was thir
teen or so. We did an act that involved my having to jump up on to a moving horse.'
âYou are full of surprises, Miss Roxanne. I thought you a lady at first, but no lady of my acquaintance could do what you just did.'
âA lady might not have been near when you fell,' she reminded him. âI may not be a gentlewoman in the sense you mean, sirâbut I will thank you to show me the proper respect. I am not a lightskirt and shall not be treated as one.'
Luke glanced over his shoulder. âHow do you imagine I would treat you if you were a whore?'
âI have no idea how a gentleman behaves with a lady of easy virtue, though Sofia told me that gentlemen are invariably the worst. I only know that I did not like the way Black Bob looked at me.'
Luke was intrigued. âWho is he and how did he look at you?'
âHe is the leader of the troupe and looked at me as though he could see through my clothes. He told me that now Sofia was dead, he would claim me as his womanâso I ran away.'
âYou have run away from your people?'
âYes. He had to go somewhere on business and so I took my chance while he was gone.'
A rueful laugh escaped Luke. âAnd you ran into me. Well, Miss Roxanne, I must thank my lucky stars that you did. If you help me as far as the next inn, I shall return the favour by hiring a coach to take us both to London.'
Roxanne stiffened. âI told you, I am not a whoreâand I shall not be your mistress.'
âHave I said that I wish you to be? I am merely repaying a favour, missâand if you have any sense you will accept my offer. A girl who looks like you will have offers enough, I dare say, but most of them will not be to your liking. If you are to become an actress you will need patronage, and you may as well accept mine as another's.'
Roxanne's breath caught. She almost wished she had walked away from him in the woods. He could surely manage now he had his horse.
âPut your arms about my waist,' he instructed. âHold on tight, Miss Roxanne. My ankle is painful and we had best find an inn before I pass out and you have to cart me there in an unconscious state.'
Roxanne did not reply. She put her arms about his waist, holding him tightly. She did not fear him, as she did Black Bob, but if he were to fall unconscious she might have difficulty in getting him safe to an inn. Perhaps the feel of her at his back would keep him awake long enough to reach the nearest inn. She hoped that he would not fall senseless, because she had no idea of where she was headed and the sooner he reached a doctor the better.
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Roxanne could have no idea how very aware Luke was of his passenger, her full breasts pressed against his back. He had noticed her perfume as soon as he became conscious and found her bending over him. It was light and yet sensual, unlike any he had smelled
on the ladies he met either in society or in the world of the
demi-monde
he sometimes frequented. She was different, unusual, and he'd felt intrigued from the first.