Music for My Soul (20 page)

He moved closer to the bed and eased back the sheet. As if in a dream, he gently rolled Madeleine to her side and lifted her tunics, inching them up slowly. With every move of the cloth, he saw the scars on her milky white flesh. Some were deeply embedded. Others appeared pink, much more recent. Some seemed as if they had been burned into her flesh, others cut into it. Garrett had seen many types of wounds on the battlefield, but those were not a purposeful torture of an innocent woman.

He continued to raise her clothing. Her back and buttocks were also marred. Pulse pounding in outrage at Madeleine’s tormenter, Garrett put her clothing back into place, smoothing the fabric as best he could.

He returned Madeleine to her back, and she made a few small whimpers in her sleep.

In utter shock, Garrett knelt on the floor next to her. What kind of animal could do this to another human being? Savagely beating or burning her till she was so disfigured?

He swallowed the bile that rose in his throat. What kind of suffering had she endured? For how many years? What fiend had attacked her over and over? She had been on the run when he’d met her, trying to protect herself from her abuser. Had it been fate that she’d chosen his name?

A white-hot anger blanketed him. If her abuser had appeared before him at that moment, he would have killed him with one blow. He tried to calm the fury that seared through every pore of his body, causing him to tremble violently. His anger wouldn’t help her now.

When he was a child, Ryker used to beat his mother often. He still remembered his feelings of helplessness when Edith came to the table the next day, her face a mass of bruises, her body moving stiffly. He’d hated Ryker for many things, but especially for this.

Garrett leaned over and pressed a tender kiss upon Madeleine’s brow. He took her hand and held it to his cheek, oblivious to the tears that fell down his face.

He whispered, “I swear, Madeleine, that I will protect you from whomever did this. You will be safe with me.”

He then bowed his head and wept.

Chapter 17

She knew she’d angered him. The signs were many. The cold, calculating stare, the set of his mouth, even his stance. She knew what was coming.

She ran, lurching first down the tower steps, then out of the castle. If she could reach the vineyards, she’d be safe. Crossing the inner bailey she passed curious glances, but she had no time to stop. From the outer bailey, she found the gate already raised. She called for the bridge to be lowered. It fell and she hobbled across.

The vineyard lay beyond, its lush, green vines calling to her. She knew she could hide there. Hide from the anger, hide from the shame, but most importantly, hide from the punishment that awaited her if she were caught.

She rounded the corner and froze.

Henri stood between her and freedom, his arrogant smirk chilling her to the bone.

“Did you think you could escape punishment, Madeleine?” He reached for her and she screamed.

“Madeleine? ‘Tis the pain?”

Her eyes flew open at the man’s soft words. Her vision was slightly blurred and she blinked several times trying to bring things into focus. She did not recognize her surroundings. She did, though, recognize the familiar agony.

Suddenly, she felt pressure on her shoulders and tried to throw off the hands holding her down.

“Madeleine!”

The voice was commanding, causing her to cease her struggles. Gently, she was pushed back into soft pillows.

Then she saw Garrett hovering over her, concern written across his tired features.

“Shall I call the physician again? Do you need something for your pain?”

What was going on? Henri had punished her, she was sure of it, her throbbing aches told her as much. So how had Garrett come to be at Chateau Maraine?

Then the events of earlier that day came rushing back to her. The sudden storm. Luke in the tree. The limb crashing down. The cold water. She breathed a small sigh of relief, knowing she was at Stanbury. Henri was only a ghost of a memory. For once, he was not the cause of her misery. The pain was of her own making.

“Madeleine? Shall I call for the doctor?”

She looked up again at Garrett’s troubled face and was surprised at his distress.

She shook her head. “No, my lord, do not send for a doctor. Save your money and mine. I have managed pain before. ‘Tis nothing new.” She made an effort to smile. “Are the children all right? Did Luke manage to survive his first thunderstorm?”

Garrett expelled a long breath. “Both Lissa and Evan, as well as that mangy beast, are perfectly fine. You,” he continued softly, “are not, I’m afraid.”

He slipped his hand around her limp wrist, his thumb massaging it lightly. The sweet gesture brought her comfort despite her misery. “Your leg is broken, Madeleine,” he told her.

“I know.”

He looked at her quizzically. “The doctor said ‘tis not the first time something has happened to that leg.”

Madeleine knew he wanted her to fill in the blanks of her story, but she remained silent.

After a moment, he shrugged and continued. “You will require much rest before you are up and about. My mother and Annie have promised to take good care of you. Mother even brought one of her dressing gowns for you to wear.” He smiled at her. “The lilac sets off your eyes nicely.”

Panic suddenly coursed through Madeleine. Her jewels were sewn into her clothing. “My clothes!” she cried. “Where are my tunics?”

He leaned down and picked up her wet tunics and dropped them back onto the floor. “I’ll have them washed for you.”

“No!” she cried vehemently. “I must do that myself.” She leaned across him and tried to reach for the tunics, but the pain flared and, with a soft cry, she fell back onto the pillows.

“Do not concern yourself with the task, Madeleine. ‘Twill be done for you.”

She gritted her teeth. “Would you please hand them to me, my lord?”

He frowned but did as she requested. She held the tunics close to, afraid to let them out of her sight. “I will take care of it myself.”

Garrett sighed. “Whatever you say.”

She sat brooding for a moment and then abruptly said, “I must return to the mummers, my lord.”

“Why?” he exploded. “You can’t even walk now, Madeleine. You may not walk for months. I can’t let you.”

“What did you say?” Icy fear filled her.

“You must stay at Stanbury, Madeleine. Farley’s mummers will go to their next stop, but you need time to heal.”

“Will it truly take that long to heal?”

Garrett gave her hand a quick squeeze. “‘Twill take time, that’s all. You may stay here as long as you like. If you’re worried about your keep, you may give Lissa more lessons while you recover.”

“I would enjoy spending more time with Lissa. But what of Evan, my lord? Gwenith gave him to my care. I had planned on taking him to his father, Lord Eversleigh of Sussex, when the mummers left Stanbury on the morrow.”

She clasped his hand tightly. “Is there any way Evan can remain here until I can honor Gwenith’s last wish? He could help in the stables or the kitchen, mayhap?”

Garrett placed his free hand atop hers, patting gently. “Master Evan is as welcome as you, Madeleine. I’m sure I can find something for him to do to keep him from mischief.”

“Then you would be the first, my lord.”

She gave him a smile but found her eyes drifting shut as relief washed over her. Her last conscious thought was she and Evan were safe. Thanks to Lord Montayne.

Garrett reached to pick the wet clothes off the bed now that Madeleine had fallen asleep. He started to lay them across the chair to dry.

“That’s odd,” he said to himself. Although they were still damp, they were unusually heavy. He slipped his hand around them until he reached the hem of her skirts. Hard lumps lay within the layers.

He ripped open the hem, and several pieces of jewelry fell to the floor. A sapphire bracelet caught his eye. He could not be mistaken. The piece matched the ring Madeleine had sold for Gwenith’s care, the one he’d bought from the old jeweler.

He tore at all the hems until the tunics were empty, then bent and examined the precious gems sparkling on the floor. Diamonds. Rubies. Emeralds. More sapphires. He spied three rings, two more bracelets, and a necklace, all of excellent quality.

They had to be worth a small fortune. No wonder she’d been so concerned about her tunics. Where had Madeleine gotten such priceless pieces? He refused to believe she was a thief. She seemed too good, too kind.

A thought struck him. Did they belong to the man who’d hurt her? Had she taken them as revenge? In order to escape? Or was she the noblewoman she’d so vehemently denied?

Garrett placed the clothes over the chair but kept the jewels for safekeeping. He sent Annie in to sit with Madeleine before heading to his own chamber, all the while wondering about the mystery that was Madeleine Bouchard.

Farley’s booming voice awakened Madeleine the next morning. She groaned. Every bone she possessed felt stiff. Her leg throbbed painfully, feeling as if liquid fire had been poured upon it. She thanked God with a quick prayer that a true physician had helped her this time. She had a much better chance of healing.

Farley burst into the room seconds later, Elspeth trailing behind him. She took one look at Madeleine and burst into a brogue so thick, no one for three hundred miles could have understood her. She flew to Madeleine’s side and kissed her hands, her cheek, her brow, and the hands again, tears flowing freely from her.

“So ye did this o’er a wee kitten?” Farley growled.

“’Twould seem so,” Madeleine replied meekly. “Though who knew the branch would break, taking me with it.” She was still groggy, but she found it easier to get her words out this morning than last night.

“Well, we’ll miss ye, girl. When ye can travel, ye’ll always have a place wi’ us.”

Madeleine was moved by his words. “I thank you, Farley. If ‘tis meant to be, I’ll return to you.” She was saddened by the look on his face. “You do have York.”

“York?” Farley snorted. “He’s a handsome lad wi’ an aversion to work. I guess I’ll make do wi’ him for now.” He frowned down at her. “Are ye in much pain, Madeleine?”

Madeleine did not want to worry him. “There’s some, but not more than I would expect.”

Elspeth straightened, her tears beginning to subside. “Lord Montayne says ye’re to remain here till ye’re well. Evan, too.” She stroked Madeleine’s arm. “’Twill miss ye all, Madeleine. Ye, Evan, and that precious Gwenith.”

Elspeth stood, wiping the remaining tears on her sleeve. “Must be on the way now. Had to come and say our goodbyes.”

Madeleine bit her lower lip, losing her battle with tears. “You took me in. You did so much for me. I’ll miss you both.”

“’N we’ll miss ye, too.” Farley sniffed loudly. “Must be on our way, though.”

He and Elspeth took their leave, passing the richly dressed physician as he entered the chamber. His face was lined with deep furrows, as if he frowned from sunrise to sunset.

“Good morn,” he said brusquely. “I’ve come to see you before I leave with Lord Marbury. We travel back to London, you know. My lord is quite close to our king.”

Madeleine assumed by his air that he looked down upon attending a lowly mummer, but he had done a competent job. He examined her briefly, seeming to be satisfied with what he found. “I’ve left some herbs for you. A creature named Annie has them. She’s gone to fetch you something to break your fast. Be sure to stay off the leg as much as possible.”

“Sir?”

Madeleine knew she must confirm what Garrett had mentioned. “Will it be months before I walk again?”

He shook his head slowly. “That, I cannot say. Only time and prayer will give you that which you seek. I bid you good day.” He quickly exited the room.

Annie returned soon afterward, helping her to relieve herself and then trying to feed her.

“Annie, I’m not totally helpless. Please, let me feed myself. ‘Tis not a babe in this bed, but a grown woman.”

“I would think ye a child after going up the tree after a mongrel.”

Madeleine sighed. “’Twas important to Lissa. You cannot tell me that you yourself wouldn’t be a fool over that sweet child.”

Annie softened. “Aye, I do see yer point,” she amended. “’Twas sorry I am that ye’re hurt so badly.”

“Maddie!”

Evan rushed into the room, flinging himself onto the bed, rattling dishes and tipping over Madeleine’s broth. She knew not which hurt worse, the blinding pain in her leg or the spilt broth that burned her side.

“Child! Get up at once!” Annie chided.

Evan stubbornly shook his head, refusing to listen. “My Maddie needs me, Annie. I cannot leave her now.”

His face was so earnest even Annie could not stay mad at him for long.

Madeleine grimaced and shifted slightly. She hadn’t the heart to reprimand him. She could see the worry and fear in his eyes. He’d just lost his mother. She knew he was scared of losing her, too.

Annie clucked her tongue. “Very well, little boy. Ye can stay a few minutes, then ‘tis nothing but quiet that’ll come from this chamber.”

Annie replaced the wet coverlet with a dry one and took the dishes out, giving them a bit of privacy.

Evan waited till Annie left. “Oh, ‘tis bad ye look, Maddie. Ye’ve a big bruise here and a little one there,” he added, touching her brow and cheek. “And what are we to do now?”

“Lord Montayne has said we may stay here for the present. When I am well, you and I are to journey to your father’s house.”

Evan’s eyes grew wide at the thought. “I have me a father?” His excitement quickly changed to doubt. “Mama never said that.”

Madeleine laughed. “We all have fathers, Evan. Yours just happens to live in Sussex. His name is Lord Eversleigh.”

Evan pondered this information. “So my papa’s a lord?”

“Yes,” Madeleine said. “But ‘tis a wife and three other sons he has, Evan. Your mama was not his married wife, but she loved him very much, nonetheless.”

Madeleine placed her arm around Evan. He curled up next to her. “Gwenith hoped Lord Eversleigh would make you a stable boy at his home. Would you like that, Evan?”