Read Susan King - [Celtic Nights 02] Online
Authors: The Swan Maiden
"Were I you, I would not wonder about that. I would be grateful that my head is still on my shoulders."
"There is that," Laurie commented. De Soulis glared at him.
"The king's writ does not state how long I am to be posted at Elladoune," Gawain said. "What do you know of that garrison?"
"A hundred and fifty to two hundred men have been housed there for several years," De Soulis answered. "Just now, the castle is all but deserted. The garrison commander has taken his force into the hills. The king ordered a thousand men to hunt Bruce."
"More than a thousand will be needed," Laurie said pleasantly. "Two thousand, even three. Even then Robert Bruce will not be easy to track—vanished into the mists, he will be."
"You must have some duties elsewhere, sir," De Soulis said. "Kirkpatrick, is it? Sent to us from Sir Aymer de Valence?"
"Aye. For now, according to your own orders, I am to guard the lady. As you can see, I am doing so. I will let you two near her, but no one else can come so close." He smiled.
De Soulis slitted his eyes and turned to Gawain. "No doubt you heard of the defeat of Bruce's troops at Methven a few weeks ago," he said. "Bruce fled with a handful of men."
"I heard so." Gawain had also heard that the battle had been an easy victory for the English and a devastation for the small Scottish army. "Then I am to take over Elladoune until the commander returns from his foray."
"Watch over it, aye. The commander of the king's armies, Aymer de Valence, is heading for Perth with near three thousand men. He is at Roxburgh now. We will be there by late today."
"I thought we were going higher into Scotland than that."
"First we must confer with the king's military advisors for a few days. De Valence will decide who will hold Elladoune permanently. Until it is settled, you will have to do."
Gawain flared his nostrils. He suddenly understood the value of silence as a weapon, which Juliana wielded daily. He stared at De Soulis until the other looked away.
"I am living at Dalbrae Castle in Glen Fillan," De Soulis went on. "'Tis near enough to Elladoune to keep an eye on it."
"Sir Gawain can manage, I am sure," Laurie said. "After all, he has me for his next in command."
"You?" Gawain asked. De Soulis looked equally surprised.
"According to my renewed writ of knight service, I am to be second in command there," Laurie answered. "Aymer de Valence himself gave me the post. I have a copy of the writ with me if you wish to see it." He fumbled at his belt pouch and produced the parchment, waving it briefly at De Soulis.
"Good," Gawain said. "We need someone stalwart and loyal at Elladoune." De Soulis scowled, but nodded.
"'Tis an honor to serve under Sir Gawain Avenel," Laurie said sternly. "Indeed, all the Avenels are known for fealty."
"So they say, but I hear there is one bad apple." De Soulis spurred his horse to ride ahead, where he fell into pace with the knights in the lead.
"Coward," Laurie growled, glaring after him. "Stay around after you deliver an insult, and sip the brew you stirred."
Gawain looked at Laurie. "You did not say you were sent to Elladoune."
"Had nae chance yet, with that black crow around. My wife is a cousin of De Valence," Laurie answered. "When I heard yesterday that you were to take over a garrison in Scotland, I went to him and requested the post, and got my gear together quick as I could. Barely had time to write Maude a note and find a messenger."
Gawain nodded. "I am in your debt, Laurie."
"You owe me, and I am nae shy about asking for favors."
"Whatever you want, ask it." Gawain glanced behind them at Juliana. She sat slumped and asleep in the cart, the chains swaying at her throat, her feathered hat askew. Her fragility was so evident that he felt a fierce urge to protect her, and get her away from the escort if possible.
His hand drifted to rest upon his belt pouch, where the key was tucked. "I will ask a favor of you myself."
"Certes. Shall I harry a black crow for you?"
Gawain shook his head. "Just help me protect a wild swan."
"Done," Laurie answered.
Chapter 10
"Still quiet, my lady?" De Soulis murmured as he maneuvered his horse beside her cart. He spoke low so that only Juliana could hear him. Even Gawain, who usually stayed close, was out of hearing range.
She sent him a little glare. Her head felt woolly from the wine. Tempted to point that out to him, she said nothing.
"I wonder about this silence of yours," the sheriff went on. "They say that the Swan Maiden of Elladoune does not talk because of a magic spell over her. But I suspect 'tis a spoiled temperament—or a need to keep secrets. Rebellious secrets."
She turned her head away and fisted her hands in her lap. Silence was the only protection she could provide for herself. No matter what the English did to her, they could not touch her innermost self—nor could they learn what she knew about the rebels.
De Soulis leaned toward her. "Some speak of witchcraft," he said. "Such accusations are best avoided, so I urge you to speak up in your own defense."
She bowed her head and fingered the golden chain. If only she were back in Scotland, she thought. At home in the Highlands, witchcraft was a rare accusation, unlike in England.
"Very well," he murmured. "Keep your secrets for now. Someday we will talk, you and I." His tone was hard-edged. He urged his horse forward to join the knights riding in the lead.
She glanced at Gawain, who seemed deep in conversation with Sir Laurence, the knight who usually rode beside him. Her husband seemed unaware of De Soulis's threats to her—or did he know, indeed, and do nothing?
She sighed. Gawain Avenel was the stuff of dreams for some, she thought—a perfect, courteous knight, handsome and strong, noble and skilled. He had taken risks to help her twice now, and she owed him much for that. But she could not trust him, no matter his courtesy. Their marriage was no more than a mockery.
She looked out over the low green hills of the English countryside. Her natural physical energies had flagged because of the herbed wine and the stress of these last few weeks, and her spirit had weakened too. She felt desperate to go home; only that would fully restore her.
But she wondered if she would be safe at home. Her Swan Knight had appeared twice now—years ago, and last night—to save her when she faced danger. Yet he had chained her last night again, and he had not prevented this humiliation. Somehow it suited his purpose, whatever it was, to keep her a captive.
Perhaps, like De Soulis, he too wanted to know her secrets.
One secret she kept: she had loved the Swan Knight for years. Formed of dreams and long in the weaving, that love would not save her now, nor could she reveal it.
Tears gathered in her eyes, and she bowed her head. Soon the soporific effect of the wine, still powerful in her body, took her into heavy sleep again.
* * *
The escort traveled along the Roman road leading north from Newcastle. As they drew near a town, farmers and harvesters stopped in the fields to stare at the king's knights. Some clustered along the roadside with infants in their arms, and older children ran beside the procession.
Gawain noticed that more people had crossed the fields to watch the military escort pass. They pointed at the strange sight of a lady chained in gold and dressed like a swan.
De Soulis cantered to the head of the train and raised his arm. "Behold the Swan Maiden of Elladoune!" he shouted. "See what befalls the Scots when they rebel against King Edward! The English can subdue even one who is said to have magic about her. Even she has submitted to English justice!"
Gawain swore, low and fierce. "What the devil—"
"Witch!" someone called, and a clod of earth struck Juliana in the back. She looked stunned and confused. Then another bit of mud caught her in the cheek, and she wiped it away with the back of her manacled hand. She lifted her head high.
"The Swan Maiden of Elladoune!" De Soulis called again. "Hooked and netted in Scotland, and taken to King Edward! We have clipped her wings, as you see! Is she magic, as the Scots say? Or is she a rebel deserving of punishment?"
"Damn him," Laurie growled. Gawain turned to see another clump of earth hit Juliana square in the chest. She gasped softly with the blow. He swore and rounded his horse to face the crowd, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Do not dare disturb the king's peace!" Gawain shouted. A few people stepped back. Two boys stopped, hiding their hands behind their backs. He glared at them and turned Gringolet.
On the other side of the road, Laurie cantered up and down as Gawain did, and other knights soon followed suit. Riding at the head of the escort, De Soulis continued to call attention to the Swan Maiden of Elladoune.
Another clod of mud sailed toward the cart. Laurie swung his horse around and rode back toward some boys who held mud balls in their hands. They scattered, shrieking, as he bore down on them.
"Enough," Gawain growled. He rode hard to the head of the escort. "What the devil is this about?" he snapped as he drew close.
"King's orders," De Soulis answered.
"You are a sheriff, sir, not a mummer with a wandering show. You shame this lady. 'Tis unbefitting to a knight."
"We are not all such exemplary knights as the Avenels," De Soulis sneered.
"That has naught to do with it. The lady is my wife."
"Then you make the announcements. My throat is parched."
Gawain sucked in a breath. "No more of it," he said.
"I am in charge of this escort so long as we are in England. If the king wants her displayed, so be it. According to this writ, you do not have charge of her until we reach Scotland."
"You do not seem to take my meaning," Gawain growled. "There will be no more announcements about her."
De Soulis glanced at him. "A threat? Are you loyal to the girl already? She must have proved a fine morsel last night."
"Have a care," Gawain warned. "You speak of my wife."
"Hot to defend her, are you?" De Soulis slid him a sidelong glance. "I remember you, Avenel. You were at Elladoune when her father's castle was taken. You helped some rebels escape. Did you help her that night too?"
"I do not recall. 'Twas long ago."
"Tell me—has she spoken to you?"
"Nay," Gawain lied.
"They say of her in Scotland that she is a creature of enchantment, and can change into a swan when she chooses."
"And they say," Gawain countered, "that you wear bewitched armor."
"Idiots. That rumor was begun long ago by some lackbrain, and haunts me to this day."
"And so for the lady," Gawain said. "She has been raised in an abbot's household. She leads a pious life, I understand."
"I know Abbot Malcolm, and you will come to know him too. He seems a mild and reverent man. I wonder sometimes if he is a fool—or a clever rebel. Either way he bears watching. You may as well be made aware of this, since you are going to Elladoune."
"An abbot acting as a rebel? Interesting," Gawain drawled.
"Some Scots clergy are more fierce than Scots warriors. The brethren at Inchfillan seem biddable enough, though. I asked the abbot and his monks to tend Elladoune in the garrison's absence, but I told my own men to watch them. If there is any suspicious activity, the trap will close on them all." He smiled. "The girl bears watching too."
"I doubt she is capable of mischief."
"Besotted already. Beware," De Soulis said. "I pity you, Avenel. Rebel or witch, you will have the full responsibility of her once we reach Scotland."
Thank God,
Gawain thought.
He rounded his horse and rode back, and De Soulis followed. When Gawain positioned the bay to ride parallel with the cart once again, De Soulis rode nearby. Gawain felt as if he had picked up a pesky, biting blackfly that he could not shake. He stared ahead without speaking.
"When you reach Elladoune," De Soulis said, "and once you have a garrison there, you may be ordered to pursue rebels in that area."