have frozen a stone. He looked like a man who wanted to wring someoneâs neck, and he was staring at Lady Alisounâs back .
Right then I vowed to be my ladyâs defender no matter what might occur .
I kept my vow, too. Thatâs the best part of the story .
Anyway, I got to the lichen-covered boulders in time to see Heath and Lady Alisoun emerging from the woods. The older children hung from the trees for the best view. In a mill of confusion, villagers and servants craned their necks. Everybody spoke in a large, unified buzz .
Then Heath called, âMake way fer mâlady.â The babbling dropped into silence and a path opened .
I hurried to catch up, then followed in Lady Alisounâs wake. The people bobbed and bowed as she made her way through them, and an occasional hand reached out and touched her skirt as if she were an icon brought out for a holy day procession. Like I said, she was the symbol of security and prosperity for Georgeâs Cross. It was a burden she had assumed at the age of thirteen, when her parents died of the flux. She took the time now to offer a smile here, a word of assurance there .
You just donât see gracious ladies like her anymore .
Finally she reached a cluster of serving women kneeling around one weeping bundle wrapped in Alisounâs own cloak. âSheâs here,â Heath announced to the sobbing woman. âLady Edlyn, sheâs here .â
Lady Edlyn launched herself at Lady Alisoun without even looking .
Such impetuous behavior surprised me. Lady Alisoun gave me a sense of safety and stability, but I would never, never have spontaneously sought comfort from her. Indeed, Lady Alisoun staggered back under the weight, then carefully, as if she were unsure of herself, she wrapped Lady Edlyn in her arms. Lady Edlyn kept burrowing closer, as if she needed to rest in Alisounâs heart to once again feel secure. I gathered my courage and interrupted, âMy lady, I donât think you should stay out here. It isnât safe .â
â Itâs safe.â Sir Walter had arrived, red and flushed .
But Lady Alisoun looked up thoughtfully and spoke only to me. âI believe you are right. Weâll go back to the castle at once, where we are protected .â
Much time had passed since then. Iâve lived a long life, but no other words ever thrilled me like those âI believe you are right.
If he could have, Sir Walter would have cuffed me again. âYouâre speaking to a lad, my lady. I am your steward, and I say there is no threat anywhere on your lands .â
Before Lady Alisoun could reprove him for so contradicting her, Lady Edlyn jerked out of her arms and turned on him. âThat man who took me hit me!â Shethrew back the cloakâs hood, lifted the braids off her neck and showed a bruise the size of her fist. âHe hit me,â she repeated, âand when I woke, he was carrying me like a bag of wool. When I fought, he laughed and hit me againââ she rubbed her mistreated rump, ââand when he got here, he threwâ¦me down soâ¦hard I lost myâ¦breath and ââ
She struggled to tell her tale, but her tears got the better of her, and I clenched my fist at this desecration of my fist love .
â Enough!â Sir Walter said. âYou were attacked, but heâs gone, and he took you only because he thought you were Lady Alisoun .â
All sound halted and horror etched every face .
Satisfied with the sensation heâd caused, Sir Walter continued, âWe saw the marks in the ground. He had a horse waiting. If he hadnât seen Lady Edlynâs face, heâd have taken her, imagining she was the lady .â
Lady Alisoun said firmly, âWe must go to the castle at once .â
I hung close to my two idols as the exodus wound through the forest. Everyone from the village and all Lady Alisounâs servants crowded around her, forming a human
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