A Gathering of Knights (The Northern Knights) (2 page)

He caught her by her arm and turned her face up with his forefinger tucked under the soft spot of her chin to study her face. ‘No one will say a word if I were to say you will greet all on the morrow, Caroline.’

She patted his hand. ‘Being sweet about it will not change my mind. They may have naught to say, but I will. I am fine.’

Darc started to protest, but she was shaking her head at the same time her fingertips pressed against his lips to still further words on the matter.

She leaned up to replace her fingers with her lips when infant cries rent the air.

Caroline was but a few paces from the crib.

But Darc was quicker.

‘Barely just past a month old and our daughter strongly agrees with her father.’ Darc spoke softly as he picked up his crying and squirming daughter. Her little legs undoing the carefully crafted swaddling blankets her mother had done earlier.

‘She is simply hungry. An appetite to rival yours.’

Darc’s deep chuckle rumbled within his chest and the vibrations soothed the cries of the bundle in his arms as Caroline hastened her pace to free herself for another feeding. Darc wanted to stay and watch as he usually did but a loud commotion and raised voices drifted up from the lower levels.

Caroline waved him away and took their daughter away from him. ‘You go. Go now ere they destroy all that has been done. I will box the ears of all if they ruin everyone’s hard work.’

She missed Darc’s smile as he ran for the chamber door for she had already lowered her head to coo softly to their child.

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The noise inside the small room off the hall was boisterous and mostly male. Darc’s loyal friends were quite loud. Caroline entered and froze. Her eyes looked for her husband. Darc was the tallest in the room by a hair.

Rourke stood next to him as did a tall dark- haired giant of a man whom was almost as large as them both. Caroline’s breath hitched in her throat when the trio of men turned in her direction.

Her cheek s burned when the dark haired man's eyes fell upon her. His features were more than pleasant and probably would have been more so had he not the dark scowl on his face.

Darc was next to her in a few strides and Caroline let out a breath the moment her fingers touched his forearm. Must these Norman men always look so at everyone? she thought as he drew her further into the room.

As they neared the hearth, she noticed the two women and her step faltered. So these were the women her husband had filled her in on. The lovely Lady of Gravane and the hellion of Westlan who had conquered the Dark Axe.

Lady Danielle, her hair pulled back from her fresh face and her blue-grey eyes full of warmth eased some of the anxiety in Caroline’s belly. Caroline noted the slight limp she favored when she walked. The woman stood next to the dark-haired giant and Caroline was amazed to see the immediate change in him.

Introductions were quickly made.

Aric Claydon looked fearsome. Raven hair and very dark eyes seemed to see right through her. And it was only when he smiled that Caroline saw why the woman loved him so. His eyes rarely left his wife’s form. He looked upon her like a star struck lover and the Lady Danielle returned the same stolen glances in his direction.

Lady Alexa was nigh as tall as her husband, her emerald gown accentuating her slender figure, her sharp-boned features giving her a look to frighten anyone at first glance just as her husband had done when Caroline first had met him. Then Rourke smiled and Alexa’s twinkling amber eyes showed a woman deeply in love. Rourke pulled another man forward and Caroline could not stop herself from smiling.

Goran looked like a big brute like the others, but his kind dark eyes gave him away. Caroline felt Darc pull her back to his side when she moved to hug the man. She flushed even more. Her husband was jealous and his friends teased him for it.

‘Twas Lady Alexa who laughed lightly and pulled her away to meet the man’s future bride. Emily was a few years younger than herself and a pretty maiden dressed in a blue gown.

Soon enough Caroline’s nerves fled as the woman laughed and shared tales of their travel here and other stories. ‘Twas as if they had known each other for ages and before she knew it, many hours passed and late eve was upon them. The men had not left their spot much before the hearth where they sat drinking, being merry and telling stories of their history together. They steered clear of the Norman invasion and Caroline found she had come to terms on that.  

Finally accepted it. It had happened along with many other things that could not be changed and would be part of history. But never forgotten.

King William had done much to change the history of Saxony in England. Norman power had been wielded all across the countryside. His successful castle-building campaign helped as did the many shires that were formed. Without words it was the king’s reminder of change and feudal order. He was now the crowned King and though many still wished different, ‘twas no changing it. Though the past few months of 1073 had been a little quiet, the king still had constant disturbances to strike down here and along the Welsh marches as well deal with political matters, the church and other royal duties.  

But her little corner of this world was doing all right.

‘Twould not always be like this she knew such wedded and wonderful bliss and loving nights.

Aye, one day word would come from William to send Darc back into some battle or another errand for lengths at a time. This was what he had pledged as had many other Norman knights done when they’d followed their Duke from Normandy across the channel. Being a key vassal he would be called often to William’s side.

And she would be waiting for his safe return each time until their dying day.

William had returned to Normandy to handle upsets there and barons like her husband were left to keep order and continually drive home the Norman rule.

One day she knew a semblance of peace would run once more through England. But for now, she did her best to make their lives happy. She could no longer continue to worry about what she could not change. She’d come to that realization when Darc had come for her at John’s inn. Nay, she would cease her worry. The here and now…

That is what mattered

Their love and all it encompassed was all she needed.

She loved her Norman fiercely and she hoped he never stopped believing it.

As though he knew she was thinking of him in that moment, Darc looked across to her from his place near the hearth. Her lips tilted up at the corners slightly and flushed hotly under his gaze.

He gave her a smile. Love blazed in those piercing blue eyes and ignited a fire deep inside her. Caroline returned his look with a seductive one of her own.

She had learned much more about him over the past few months, day by day, little nuances here and there.

He had done much to make the wrong he’d done right.

He even ordered a new and sturdier Inn be built next to the smaller one John owned. ‘Twas his payment, in his mind for the innkeeper seeing to the health of his wife during their time apart and keeping Caroline safe.

He had come to a measure of peace after Raven’s death. The birth of Audri had brought out a further change in him. One Caroline could not yet put her finger on but if his beaming smile which lit upon his handsome face at the slightest sound made by their daughter was an indicator all was well enough for her.

His wounds of darkness and any lingering melancholy had finally left him the bigger her belly had swelled with his seed. Each week he came out of that haunted place he’d retreated to following the first few weeks after Raven’s death. They had not spoken of what happened in Raven’s final moments. And she had not pestered after him to reveal any more details than he’d already given when he’d told her he’d cut off his brother’s head.

Earlier when she’d overheard him speak of it to his friends, he had glanced up just long enough for her to see in his blue gaze that he had come to terms with it.

As she watched them engaged in deep and hearty conversation, Caroline saw the truth. These men were close. When she had first met Darc she had thought he’d not a friend in the world. She’d been wrong.

These men…this special kinship the three men shared was unbreakable.

Darc shifted his legs under the table to relieve the pressure of his lower half. Looking at Caroline in front of his friends the way he was boded no good outcome. Then again, he looked at the faces around him. They were not doing much better than he. Throughout the evening he had seen their eyes following and watching their own wives with the same hot need in their own glances. Darc shook his head and downed his wine.

The evening was more than pleasant. Good food, drink and great company. He was glad Goran was getting married here. The loyal man had stood by them all when they needed him, especially to the Dark Axe.

Looking away from his wife’s lovely blush he gazed into the fire with one ear open to the men as Aric launched into another tale taking them down memory lane.

Darc’s thoughts turned back to his wife. As the months passed since she’d forgiven him, his heart continued to burn and grow each day with love for his mighty wife and strong mother to their children.

She seemed her happiest when she was with Cal, Kelbie and Audri. The serene expression that came to her face stole his breath each time. He hoped never to lose that feeling.

He felt his lips curl up now as he looked above the mantle of the large stone hearth. The lit candles adorning the top were ones he had made. Though some were still crooked, a couple bowed to the side, he noted his wife had carefully placed his straight ones in the front. His chest overflowed with pride.

He was a happy man. He’d been given a second chance.

The joy and solidarity of his family and the love of his Saxon wife were his many blessings. No place was like home to him except when he was in Caroline’s arms.

Aric’s words drew him back into the conversation. ‘Your lady has done a wonderful job, Darc. If tonight’s feast is any indication of what the morrow will bring, I fear I will not be able to move for weeks.’

Rourke and Goran nodded their heads in agreement and shared a toast. With Goran commenting, ‘Aye. A fine feast indeed. No need to have gone through such trouble. My Em and I appreciate all her hard work, but we don’t need such fanciful and savory platters as these.’

‘Aye, you deserve it. She would do no less.’ Darc stated, his eyes going back to his wife. She was laughing and blushing at something the women had said.

Aric drew sat back with a smile as he watched Darc. ‘She is little more than a sprite.’

‘Nay, she is much more than that.’  Darc answered. They all smiled with a nod each thinking along the same lines as he. They had found the women to make them whole.

Caroline, barely able to stay on her feet was happy when the other women were ready to turn in for the night. One of the maidservants that had accompanied Lady Danielle entered with word that her son had woken. The men would be up longer and Caroline knew Goran probably would be still feel the lingering effects of the cups of drink they were pouring down his throat come the ceremony tomorrow.

In the hall she smiled at a wide awake Melbert as he and another young sentry stoked the fire pit in the middle of the floor set to keep the chill from outside seeping in during the late hours.

Edward the young knight whom had been wrongly accused by Gan had been given a bigger responsibility. Caroline liked him almost as much as she adored Melbert. Edward’s innocence and loyalty had earned him the position as the newly elected Reeve at Gent Manor. Melbert had already taken over his new post here, alongside Gustan as his apprentice to overseeing Renald Castle when their lord and lady were away.  Gustan still held his post but the older knight slept most of the time till Laur called him away for their afternoon stroll before retirement to their rooms.

Caroline climbed the stairs achy and shivering with her fatigue, but would still check on Mildred and the boys ere she went to her chamber to relieve Laur of watching over Audri. Pleased she was that her daughter had not woken for another feeding. Meant her little greedy one was finally satisfied.

Audri slept soundly in the oak hewn cradle Darc had made. The pending birth had worried Darc at first. But not Caroline. By her sixth month she had known the midwife’s words were true. She would not have two babes to bring into the world. Just one. Even though Audri had come early, she’d been healthy, ten fingers and toes, and her cries robust. Bellowing cries as her father.

‘Twas amazing as the first few weeks went by how she took on traits of Darc, in his darker coloring and hair as well as temperament. But she had a little of her mother in her too. For she smiled often. This Darc lamented were signs of her beautiful mother. Caroline was thrilled.

Caroline was still awake when Darc finally entered the chamber much later. After helping him undress and covering her yawns, she sighed with anticipation when he pulled her close as soon as they settled in bed.

He sniffed deeply of the clean scent of her hair and tilted her head up for a hot kiss. Darc wanted much more but he would wait until the time was cleared by the midwife before he lost himself in his wife’s gifts. Taking a deep breath he laid his head back against the soft pillow and waited for her movements to stop as she tried to find a comfortable position. Except for her grunts, she was quiet. The exposed parts of her skin through the nightrail were flush and warm against his. His hunger twisted in his gut.

‘Well…’ he started hoping to get her to talk to stop her fidgeting. He was having a hard enough time now to not get his erection hit by one of her elbows or knees as she seemed more restless than usual to right herself. And her irritation was heard in her tone when she responded tightly.

‘Well, what?’

‘The night’s feast. It was grand.’

Another grunt, then, ‘Thank you.’

‘It was too much though. Goran looked uncomfortable a bit, yet he said he felt like a king. He sang your praises. Did you not hear him?’