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Authors: Robyn Carr

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She will be pleased. She will welcome it.

He looked around to see if he could spot his riders and wagon, but no one was in sight.

I am bound to find my fellow travelers. Farewell, and safe travels to you both.

Maelwine turned from them and wove his unsteady way down the street. Boltof chuckled and nudged Wharton.

God, what a piece of work we

ve done this day, Wharton. Maelwine goes hither to announce my entrance to his sister

s home.

He laughed loudly, throwing his head back, but Wharton did not share his good humor.

Do you think he could have done better with his news of Segeland and Royce if he had a map and calendar with him?

Wharton was a bit down in his spirits, aggravated more by the nature of the reunion than uplifted by the amount of useful information they had managed to wheedle.

I be
trayed him once and regretted it,

Wharton grumbled.

Though he allowed my apology, we did not
ride together
again, and now .
..


He will thank you in the end and would better see you with his sister than a devil Leighton.


Methinks he

s accepted Royce well,

Wharton said.

He speaks ill of the place, but he had no rough words for the knight.


He holds his judgment because of Henry and his father. Who could hold loyal to a Leighton?


You did,

Wharton reminded him.

Boltof grew serious.

And you see how I am rewarded,

he said bitterly.

He leaves my sister soiled and my father
disappointed, and I am reduced to scrambling for lands through the meager wits of a wicked priest. Yea, my loyalty to Royce got me plenty.

He smiled again, but it was not a gay thought that inspired him.

And it is my plan to properly thank him.

 

***

 

The new year, celebrated in March, was less than a month away, and
Felise
could see the rich promise on the horizon as she viewed the daily improvements in and around Segeland keep. Hewe ofttimes grumbled that she was a spendthrift, and he wished to show his great loyalty by having money left for Royce to count upon his return, but all in all, the young knight could not decry the need or slight the vast difference about the hall and town. And neither could Hewe say that
Felise
made impetuous purchases. She focused the use of the small sum on food and other necessities.

But Hewe had little knowledge of how further inspired
Felise
was. She was satisfied that the people ate better and the rudimentary repairs had been made so that the hall was safe and no one suffered grave ills. But what more she sought could not be accomplished with Royce

s meager allotment.
Felise
did not crave rich items she had not yet earned, but even if it took her years to repay, there were certain things needed by spring to give this place a new birth, a prosperous first year.

She labored over letters to her parents. She had spent days thinking about what she would say and the words she would lay down on parchment. In the end she wrote to her father and mother on separate pages, deeming the news to each to be of a different nature. She also considered the time it would take for the missives to reach them at Twyford, south of London. But she never once considered that they would not yield her what she needed. The moment she saw the messages on their way, she would begin to order the work done with the assurance that the workers could be paid.

Late in the evening, after their meal, she approached her brothers and asked for a private conference in her chamber. None of them had been in the room they abhorred since the night they readied it for her use. Maelwine was the one to
nod in approval at the change some modest cleaning and renovation had yielded. She had instructed Hewe to bring a bench and some chairs from other rooms and join them for the ensuing discussion.


It is time for the three of you to leave,

she said simply.


I thought it better, Felise, to remain until Royce re
turned from his sojourn,

Maelwine argued.


I have letters for you to carry to Twyford, and thence you may consider your duty to me done.


But we have sent letters to our father,

Dalton said.

It was his instruction that we keep him apprised of your condition.

She pursed her lips and tried to keep any anger from her voice.

Yea, I know this, but never did you ask me to report my condition. Now, by my own hand, I have set down my words and I should like them delivered to our parents.

She sighed.

I believe you have all good intention, but I do not wish my husband to return to find you hovering over me like mother hens. There is no further use for you here, and you

ll become old and doddering, wasting away in this humble keep. You need to be on the road and about your own duties.


We have always helped one another,

Evan said.


And so you shall help me, if you will leave me to my home and my husband. Sir Hewe guards the hall well and Sir Trumble does not relax a moment from the wall. There are servants aplenty within the keep, and the villeins no longer fear my pre
sence. Colbert sees to them ..
. and unless you wish to make trips to Coventry for trinkets, there is no use for you.


We keep the place safe,

Evan said.


Nay, she is right,

Dalton argued.

She has Royce

s guard and they

re a sturdy lot. And since Maelwine encoun
tered the two spurned knights in Coventry and assures us they are no threat, our service here is all but done.

He turned to Felise.

I will not lie to you, Felise. I do not find this place worthy of you.

Tis better, but still poor and small.


It is not your choice, Dalton.


Nay, but were it my choice, you would reside with our father at Twyford until a better lot could be found. And I am
still uncertain of Royce ... I do not rest easy with his treatment of you.

Hewe stiffened, but Felise raised her hand slightly to indicate she would speak on behalf of Royce.

I think your presence and the condition of this hall chafe him more than anything. He did not treat me with such silence at the Chaney house. Indeed, he was kind and dear
..
. and he will be again when he returns, if his home is well tended and my guards are gone.

Maelwine looked at Hewe. There were still some rough edges to the relationship between the Scelfton men and Royce

s, but none of
Felise

s brothers could argue that the guard left to
Felise
was inadequate or less than trustworthy. Maelwine felt uneasy criticizing Royce in front of this man, but he was without choice. It almost appeared that Felise approved the young knight as much as Royce did. Indeed, she seemed to prefer his protection to that of her brothers.


We could stay until a message arrives
that Royce is bound for home, Fe
lise,

Maelwine offered.

Felise rose, somewhat weary with these hovering stags.

I try to count myself lucky to have you, and though we grew through years of teasing and fighting, you know I hold your kinship dear. Forsooth, you three, as much as Father and Mother, gave me a home and a family when I had none. I trust you wish me only good fortune. But, my dears, you must let me choose my fortune. I am better the wife of Royce in this humble keep than your sister on the road to Twyford. What comforts there will give me peace and joy? I cannot be a child of Twyford again.

Maelwine leaned forward on his chair and looked closely at Felise. His eyes were warm and hers were cool and level.

Tell us truly, Felise: given freedom, is this man and hall your choice?


Yea,

she breathed, her eyes moistening.

It will one day be a rich place filled with worthy heirs. You will journey here in years to come and find it much to your liking, for I will not rest until my husband

s home flourishes.


You are confident of his love?

Maelwine pressed.

Felise

s cheeks pinkened slightly, but she sought a strong voice.

Neither will I rest until that flourishes.

Maelwine showed his approval by rising and nodding
resolutely.

I say we let the lass have her day,

he said.

You trust this man as your protector?

he asked, indicating Hewe with his eyes.


He will not betray the Lord of Segeland,

Felise
said with certainty.

Dalton rose.

Very well, lady of Segeland. I will hold you to your word, that this sorry place will prosper.

Evan followed, but this brother embraced his sister.

Call us back when there is need,

he said.

She nodded, feeling tears gather in her eyes. There was little doubt of their love and loyalty, but their oppressive presence did not allow her to complete the chores that lay ahead.


I see no reason we should delay,

Maelwine said.

We can ready our things by morning and get your letters swiftly to Twyford.



Tis well,

she said, and smiled.

I will miss you. But we

ll say our farewells in the morn. A good night to you all
... and please, I do thank you, remember that.

When the Scelfton men had left her chamber, she turned to Hewe to find a glad expression on his face.

Well, Sir Hewe, I am much more your burden now, with my brothers gone.

He lifted her hand to his lips and bowed over it. When he straightened, there was a pleased smile on his lips.

Yea, but you have lightened my load immeasurably, lady.


Oh? Did they cause you some problem, my brothers?


Nay,

he said.


Twas an order that Royce gave me that I found difficult to carry out. But now I see that my worries are few and my work will be simple and complete.

She cocked her head in some confusion.

If I can be of any assistance, Sir Hewe, you have but to ask.


You have been a pleasure to serve, lady,

he said.

And I look forward to my lord

s return, that I may serve you both.

It could not be said that great sadness fell over Segeland when the Scelfton knights departed, for most of Royce

s men resented their presence simply because they knew their master did. But the mood toward them had softened a small bit since they had first attached themselves to the newly
married couple, for all three brothers were never shy toward work. And though they viewed Royce skeptically, they did not openly criticize him. That they disliked the mess they found at Segeland was not very different from how all the men felt.

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