K risten uncoiled her long frame and stretched luxuriously. She grinned at the little bird perched on the window ledge whose song had woken her. It flew away when she sat up.
She was alone. She wondered if the door was locked and got up to test it. It was not. She grinned again, closing it. Aye, the changes had already begun. Royce was going to try trusting her. She would have to be careful not to disappoint him.
Her clothes and his as well still lay where he had dropped them last eve. She dressed quickly, then proceeded to set the room to rights. She felt like singing and did, a simple Celtic verse her mother had taught her as a child.
"So you know another tongue besides ours, do you?"
Kristen glanced up from smoothing the bedcovers to see Eda standing in the doorway. She smiled a greeting. "Aye, many."
"Well, do not let Lord Royce hear you speak that one, for most Celts are enemies of ours."
"Most?"
"Some live in Wessex side by side with Saxon, in Devon, and some even as close as Dorset. But those on the far west coast have always been our enemies, have even sided with the Danes against us."
"What of the Celtic Welsh to the northwest?" Kristen asked, thinking of her mother.
"Enemies also, though they are too far away to cause us grief. It has been many years since they attacked Mercia in force and King Ethelwulf, Alfred's father, was asked for aid against them. He led his army north and wrung promise of tribute from the Welsh. But the western Celts, they raid us still. Just two days ago a small band made off with some of our cattle. Lord Royce retrieved the animals, but though he and his men chased the thieves through the night, they still eluded him. So he would not like hearing that tongue from your lips now, and he knows it well enough to recognize it."
Kristen smiled, then could not stop the giggle that followed. So that was why Royce had not come to her room the other night. She had been miserable thinking he had sought out another woman, while he was actually out chasing thieves.
"Your humor is not meet, wench," the old woman scolded.
"You would not understand, Eda," Kristen said. Then she added, "But I am sorry Royce did not catch the thieves. I had not known the Celts were your enemies."
Eda grunted. "There are others, too, even a few Saxons milord counts as his foes, and one in particular who lives not far from here. Lord Eldred would like naught better than to see milord dead. They have been at odds since they both lived at court."
"Do you know why?"
"Aye. Lord Eldred resented the closeness between Alfred and milord. This was before Alfred became King, when they would all hunt and sport together on the royal manors. Most younger sons live at court. Milord did until his father and brother died. Now he goes only rarely, or when Alfred summons him. 'Tis only the threat of the Danes that has made them put aside their animosity for a time."
"A wise decision. I would not like to think of Royce fighting with an enemy at his back too."
"Do you care so much? Most lords set their slaves free at their death, as encouraged by the church."
"I want my freedom, Eda, but not in that way," Kristen snapped.
Eda snorted half in disbelief, half pleased with that answer. "Well, come along. Milord said to let you sleep, but naught about dallying the whole day away. You have missed one meal already."
Kristen grinned and started for the door. Eda spotted the shackles she had thrown into the corner earlier and started for them. Kristen stopped her.
"Leave it, Eda. I am done with that."
"Did he say so?"
"Nay, but—"
Eda ignored her and picked up the chain. "Until I am told otherwise, you wear this still."
"Nay, I tell you he will not make me wear it now. Go and ask him."
"Are you daft, wench? I would not dare to approach him over something so minor." Kristen's expression turned forbidding, but Eda held up a hand to forestall her tirade. "Give me no trouble on this, Kristen. If he is willing to trust you now, then he will tell me. Can you not wait until then?"
Nay, she wanted to scream, but to what purpose? In a few minutes—or at the most a few hours, if Royce was not in the hall—she would see him and would correct his forgetfulness. She could in fact wait, though she didn't like it at all.
It was more than just a few hours, however, before she saw him, for he was gone the whole day. Eda learned from Meghan's maid, Udele, that he had taken the child riding. Meghan returned to the hall in the early afternoon, full of excitement and rosy cheeked, but Royce was not with her. Eda remarked that it was rare when Royce found the time to amuse his sister. From the look of Meghan, she enjoyed it.
Kristen was subdued for a while, thinking how kind it was of Royce to find time away from his duties for his sister. But impatience was riding her hard, and fast turning to irritation, and hence to the same resentment she had felt the last time he had made love to her, then still insisted she be chained afterward. Was she wrong in her assumption? Could he be so tender with her in bed, then feel no guilt at all in shackling her when she was not with him?
The last meal of the day was in progress when Royce entered the hall. Kristen watched him avidly as he crossed the hall to the long trestle table set up in front of the great hearth. When she caught his eye, he smiled at her and the anger melted away. God above, he was a devastating man. She hoped he would never realize the havoc he could cause her senses. He was powerful enough without arming him with that knowledge, too.
Darrelle claimed his attention, and Kristen went back to filling the platters that would be carried to the table. She had been wrong again. He was not hard-hearted, just forgetful. As soon as he saw that she was still chained, he would be contrite and make amends for his thoughtlessness.
Before the hall was half emptied and settled for the night, Royce approached her. He was well sated with food, had shared a few ales with his men, and water was even now being heated for a leisurely bath. She had filled two of the buckets herself from the vat over the fire.
He stopped beside her, not too close, and did not look at her, but at the mounds of dough set out on the table for the morn. "How fared your day, wench?"
She glanced to the side to see he still was not looking directly at her, and she realized he would not with so many people still about. "Well, milord."
"Your night will fare even better."
He promised this in a husky whisper, causing quivers to erupt in her belly. But then he walked away toward the bathing room, and she stared after him incredulously. It was not possible that he could not see the iron bands about her ankles when he approached her, for black as they were, they stood out plainly between her skirt and shoes, both of a lighter color. Nor could he have missed the longer chain running across the floor from the wall to where she stood at the table. The women complained at having to step over it so often during the day. It too stood out plainly.
Rage flayed her senses until her hands trembled. God smite his green eyes and black heart! To share his bed without his trust made her no better than a whore! She was done with being used.
"I have said it afore, wench. 'Tis too soon for him to trust you. Bide your time."
Eda stood at her back. Kristen did not turn to answer. She gripped her hands to still the trembling and brought her emotions under control. The rage settled in contempt.
"I will have scars on my ankles if I bide my time. Well and good. 'Tis no more than I deserve for consorting with my enemy. I will take the scars and wear them as penance."
"Penance! God's mercy, you sound almost like a Christian. Do you have priests, then, for your many gods who demand penance?"
Kristen did not answer. Coldly she demanded, "Are we finished, Eda?"
"Aye."
Eda bent at her feet to unlock the wall chain. She removed the shackles while she was at it, to make it easier for Kristen to mount the stairs. She was in fact feeling some of the girl's misery. It could not be easy being favored by the lord, only to a point.
"Come along, then," Eda said gruffly.
She trusted Kristen to follow behind her. She did, but only because bolting for freedom without a weapon or a plan would be foolish indeed. But, as before, she went no farther than her own door, though Eda walked on. This time, though, she stopped short on entering her chamber. It had been barren always, but now it was completely empty.
She felt Eda at her back again. "What means this?" she demanded sharply.
"Milord said naught about your restrictions to me, Kristen, but he did say you would use this chamber no more. The only bed at your disposal now is his."
That brought a harsh laugh. "Truly? Well, I would prefer the hard floor here to what he offers."
"He will be angry, wench."
"Think I care?" Kristen snapped.
Eda left to inform Royce of Kristen's preference. Kristen did not move until she heard the lock turn. It had been too much to hope Eda would forget that, for with Royce below, she could have laid hands on a weapon from his chamber, though what she would do with it she still was not sure.
Kristen stomped over to the far wall and sat down to wait.