September 23rd, 1614
It was almost three weeks to the day after Joslin de Lonnare had been brought to Darroch Keep that the ever present danger on the borders came into sharp relief. The familiar whistle of warning crossed the keep in the early morning, confining Juliana and Joslin within the keep itself in the hope that the danger would pass them by. To everyone's consternation, however, it did not; a runner came bursting into the main hall, disheveled and close to panicked.
"M'lady! M'lady, there's a Coimbran captain and guard comin' tae the keep!"
Juliana shot up from where she was sitting, her usually rosy complexion pale. "How many?" she asked in a tense voice.
The runner swallowed before he answered. "Six, includin' the captain," he told her. "McCallum's gone out tae greet 'em, but I cannae say how long he can stall fer."
Nodding, Juliana dismissed him, turning to Joslin. "Time for you to discover one of Darroch's secrets, Jos," she warned him. "Get yourself up, come over to the fireplace."
The whistle early that morning had been shrill enough to wake them from sleep, and sleep had eluded them since. Even if they had stayed in their beds, neither could sleep, both of them knowing their good luck was due to run out any day now. The Coimbrans had no way of knowing that the lady of the keep was hiding a Frankish knight, unless there was a spy in their midst, but it couldn't be helped. Jos was slowly healing and regaining his strength, but he wasn't quite strong enough to return to Arindale on his own just yet. Still, he was far more capable after three weeks in Juliana's care than he would have been on his own.
He could only hope the men would give the place a cursory glance and leave without making trouble. Still using a walking stick to help him get around, Jos climbed to his feet, glancing around quickly to make sure he hadn't left anything in plain sight that would point to his presence, and hobbled over to the fireplace as quickly as he could. "My sword," he told her. If there were going to be Coimbrans about, he wasn't going to be completely defenseless, if he could help it.
"Your sword and armor have been in the hidey hole since you arrived," she assured him, her attention on the fireplace. One hand pushed hard at an intricate piece of carving, and the dark wood paneling beside the fireplace swung inward a little. Juliana pushed that as far as it would go, revealing a cramped space beyond, complete with a stand on which Joslin's armor was laid. It would be a tight fit, but once he was in and sat down, he would be well and truly hidden. "There's a knothole in the wood you'll be able to see and hear through if anything happens," she told him. "Get yourself inside, quickly."
He arched a brow, though there was no time to question her about that hiding hole now. She had spoken of it before, but had never shown it to him until now. "But what about you?" he asked, not wanting to leave her unprotected, even if it meant risking his own life.
"They know I'm here," she told him regretfully. "Otherwise I'd be getting in there with you. But someone has to represent the family, and that someone is me." There was fear in her eyes, even if she wasn't going to openly admit to it. She hadn't told Joslin the details of what had happened the last time a Coimbran commander had visited the keep, and she was hoping this captain was not bred in the same vein as that man had been. "They'll not stay long, I'll make sure of it."
He saw the fear in her eyes and didn't blame her, anger swelling inside him at the inability to protect her. He touched her cheek, hoping to reassure her a little, if he could. There wasn't much more he could do than that. "I am right here, and I promise I won't let them hurt you," he told her, knowing he couldn't linger much longer. A quick kiss to her lips and he fit himself into that small space, his heart racing.
She kissed him in return, catching his hand to guide it to a wooden lever set into the wall inside the hole. "That'll let you out, if you've a need," she told him softly, glancing sharply to the door as the sound of hooves in the yard made themselves known. "I must go. Be safe, Jos." Scrambling to draw the door closed, she rushed to make his bed seem as though no one had slept in it, checking the room for any sign of her guest. She was just about done when young Laurel came to the bedroom door.
"M'lady, there's a Captain Owens below, calling for you," the girl said shakily.
Juliana reached out to hug the young maid. "I'll go, Laurel," she assured her. "You hide yourself, you hear me? Don't come out unless your ma or I tell you to. Now go." Ushering the girl away, she cast a look back toward the panel she knew Jos was hidden behind, nodded once, and slipped from sight herself.
If anything happens, Joslin's mind echoed, as he slowly turned around in the cramped space so that he could see and hear as much as he could from through the small knothole in the wood. The hiding place didn't afford him much room, and the hole in the wood didn't allow him much of a view, but it was too late to argue. He was not sure if he was well enough yet to take on six healthy Coimbran soldiers on his own, and even if he did, there would be hell to pay afterwards when the Coimbrans found out. No, he had no choice but to hide, even if it felt wrong in his heart to hide like a coward while the woman he had come to love these past weeks faced them alone. If they harmed one hair on her head ....Joslin tried not to think about that; it only made him more angry.
It was a good hour or more before Jos saw Juliana again, and when he did, it was not in the best of circumstances. The bedroom door burst open violently, and through the limited range of the knothole before his eye, he saw Juliana pushed heavily into the room. Her braid was half undone, the sleeve of her dress torn, and yet, despite her obvious tears of fright, she pushed herself to stand upright and face the man who marched in after her. This Coimbran captain seemed cut of the same cloth as the last who had come to Darroch, with no need to threaten when he could simply carry through his wishes. As Juliana raised the candlestick to strike him, he backhanded her almost casually with such force that the young borderwoman staggered back, falling hard against the carven end of the bed. Before she could recover herself, she was thrown bodily onto that bed, and so began a wrestling match with her legs and skirts that had her shrieking for help.
Joslin had always considered himself to be a reasonable man. He was a Knight of Francia and as such, prided himself on conducting himself with the utmost honor and integrity, but when he both heard and saw what the Coimbran captain intended to do, the blood in his veins came to a boil, raging with fury and hatred, and without a second thought for his own safety, he grabbed hold of his sword and pushed the wooden lever that would slide the door of the hidey hole open to release him. He didn't even bother to give the man time to react, roaring with rage as he bodily grabbed hold of the man and threw him off Juliana.
The captain was so intent upon winning his way with Juliana that he didn't hear the panel sliding back, or the furious footsteps behind him. The first he knew of anyone else in the room was strong hands on him, throwing him bodily away from the weeping woman on the bed. "What the - " He rolled to his back, looking up at the intruder, and a vicious scowl crossed his face. "Frankish scum. We'll burn the place for this!"
"Over my dead body," Joslin muttered, knowing full well that was what the Coimbran captain intended. It was more a challenge than a threat, though. The Coimbrans had killed his friends dishonorably with their ambush, and now one of them was threatening his beloved with the intention of forcing himself upon her. No matter what happened to him, Joslin could not stand by and do nothing while the man took advantage of her and her people. "Take up your sword and fight like a man, rather than like the coward you are," he challenged.
It was almost three weeks to the day after Joslin de Lonnare had been brought to Darroch Keep that the ever present danger on the borders came into sharp relief. The familiar whistle of warning crossed the keep in the early morning, confining Juliana and Joslin within the keep itself in the hope that the danger would pass them by. To everyone's consternation, however, it did not; a runner came bursting into the main hall, disheveled and close to panicked.
"M'lady! M'lady, there's a Coimbran captain and guard comin' tae the keep!"
Juliana shot up from where she was sitting, her usually rosy complexion pale. "How many?" she asked in a tense voice.
The runner swallowed before he answered. "Six, includin' the captain," he told her. "McCallum's gone out tae greet 'em, but I cannae say how long he can stall fer."
Nodding, Juliana dismissed him, turning to Joslin. "Time for you to discover one of Darroch's secrets, Jos," she warned him. "Get yourself up, come over to the fireplace."
The whistle early that morning had been shrill enough to wake them from sleep, and sleep had eluded them since. Even if they had stayed in their beds, neither could sleep, both of them knowing their good luck was due to run out any day now. The Coimbrans had no way of knowing that the lady of the keep was hiding a Frankish knight, unless there was a spy in their midst, but it couldn't be helped. Jos was slowly healing and regaining his strength, but he wasn't quite strong enough to return to Arindale on his own just yet. Still, he was far more capable after three weeks in Juliana's care than he would have been on his own.
He could only hope the men would give the place a cursory glance and leave without making trouble. Still using a walking stick to help him get around, Jos climbed to his feet, glancing around quickly to make sure he hadn't left anything in plain sight that would point to his presence, and hobbled over to the fireplace as quickly as he could. "My sword," he told her. If there were going to be Coimbrans about, he wasn't going to be completely defenseless, if he could help it.
"Your sword and armor have been in the hidey hole since you arrived," she assured him, her attention on the fireplace. One hand pushed hard at an intricate piece of carving, and the dark wood paneling beside the fireplace swung inward a little. Juliana pushed that as far as it would go, revealing a cramped space beyond, complete with a stand on which Joslin's armor was laid. It would be a tight fit, but once he was in and sat down, he would be well and truly hidden. "There's a knothole in the wood you'll be able to see and hear through if anything happens," she told him. "Get yourself inside, quickly."
He arched a brow, though there was no time to question her about that hiding hole now. She had spoken of it before, but had never shown it to him until now. "But what about you?" he asked, not wanting to leave her unprotected, even if it meant risking his own life.
"They know I'm here," she told him regretfully. "Otherwise I'd be getting in there with you. But someone has to represent the family, and that someone is me." There was fear in her eyes, even if she wasn't going to openly admit to it. She hadn't told Joslin the details of what had happened the last time a Coimbran commander had visited the keep, and she was hoping this captain was not bred in the same vein as that man had been. "They'll not stay long, I'll make sure of it."
He saw the fear in her eyes and didn't blame her, anger swelling inside him at the inability to protect her. He touched her cheek, hoping to reassure her a little, if he could. There wasn't much more he could do than that. "I am right here, and I promise I won't let them hurt you," he told her, knowing he couldn't linger much longer. A quick kiss to her lips and he fit himself into that small space, his heart racing.
She kissed him in return, catching his hand to guide it to a wooden lever set into the wall inside the hole. "That'll let you out, if you've a need," she told him softly, glancing sharply to the door as the sound of hooves in the yard made themselves known. "I must go. Be safe, Jos." Scrambling to draw the door closed, she rushed to make his bed seem as though no one had slept in it, checking the room for any sign of her guest. She was just about done when young Laurel came to the bedroom door.
"M'lady, there's a Captain Owens below, calling for you," the girl said shakily.
Juliana reached out to hug the young maid. "I'll go, Laurel," she assured her. "You hide yourself, you hear me? Don't come out unless your ma or I tell you to. Now go." Ushering the girl away, she cast a look back toward the panel she knew Jos was hidden behind, nodded once, and slipped from sight herself.
If anything happens, Joslin's mind echoed, as he slowly turned around in the cramped space so that he could see and hear as much as he could from through the small knothole in the wood. The hiding place didn't afford him much room, and the hole in the wood didn't allow him much of a view, but it was too late to argue. He was not sure if he was well enough yet to take on six healthy Coimbran soldiers on his own, and even if he did, there would be hell to pay afterwards when the Coimbrans found out. No, he had no choice but to hide, even if it felt wrong in his heart to hide like a coward while the woman he had come to love these past weeks faced them alone. If they harmed one hair on her head ....Joslin tried not to think about that; it only made him more angry.
It was a good hour or more before Jos saw Juliana again, and when he did, it was not in the best of circumstances. The bedroom door burst open violently, and through the limited range of the knothole before his eye, he saw Juliana pushed heavily into the room. Her braid was half undone, the sleeve of her dress torn, and yet, despite her obvious tears of fright, she pushed herself to stand upright and face the man who marched in after her. This Coimbran captain seemed cut of the same cloth as the last who had come to Darroch, with no need to threaten when he could simply carry through his wishes. As Juliana raised the candlestick to strike him, he backhanded her almost casually with such force that the young borderwoman staggered back, falling hard against the carven end of the bed. Before she could recover herself, she was thrown bodily onto that bed, and so began a wrestling match with her legs and skirts that had her shrieking for help.
Joslin had always considered himself to be a reasonable man. He was a Knight of Francia and as such, prided himself on conducting himself with the utmost honor and integrity, but when he both heard and saw what the Coimbran captain intended to do, the blood in his veins came to a boil, raging with fury and hatred, and without a second thought for his own safety, he grabbed hold of his sword and pushed the wooden lever that would slide the door of the hidey hole open to release him. He didn't even bother to give the man time to react, roaring with rage as he bodily grabbed hold of the man and threw him off Juliana.
The captain was so intent upon winning his way with Juliana that he didn't hear the panel sliding back, or the furious footsteps behind him. The first he knew of anyone else in the room was strong hands on him, throwing him bodily away from the weeping woman on the bed. "What the - " He rolled to his back, looking up at the intruder, and a vicious scowl crossed his face. "Frankish scum. We'll burn the place for this!"
"Over my dead body," Joslin muttered, knowing full well that was what the Coimbran captain intended. It was more a challenge than a threat, though. The Coimbrans had killed his friends dishonorably with their ambush, and now one of them was threatening his beloved with the intention of forcing himself upon her. No matter what happened to him, Joslin could not stand by and do nothing while the man took advantage of her and her people. "Take up your sword and fight like a man, rather than like the coward you are," he challenged.