'Thank God for that,' Madelyne muttered with such gusto in her voice, Adela smiled.
'One more question, Adela, if you please,' Madelyne said. 'Why have you been acting so crazed? Was it all for your brothers' benefit?'
Adela nodded 'Why?' Madelyne asked, confused.
'When I came home, I realized I wasn't going to die. And then I began to worry that I might be carrying Morcar's child. Duncan would force a marriage, and-'
'You can't believe Duncan would bind you to Louddon?' Madelyne interrupted.
'No, no,' Adela said. 'But he'd find someone. His only concern would be to help me.'
'And are you with child?' Madelyne asked. She felt her stomach lurch over the possibility.
'I don't know. I've missed my monthly but I don't feel any different and they've never been orderly fluxes.' Adela blushed after making her confession.
'Perhaps it is too soon to tell,' Madelyne advised. 'But if you are, how did you think to keep it from Duncan? He may be stubborn, Adela, but he certainly isn't blind.'
'I thought I'd keep to my room until it was too late, I guess. It sounds so foolish now. I haven't been thinking too clearly. I just know I'll kill myself before I am forced to marry anyone.'
'What about Baron Gerald?' Madelyne asked. 'The contract is broken now,' Adela said. 'I'm no longer a virgin.'
Madelyne sighed. 'Did the baron announce this?'
'Nay, but Duncan says he'll not have to honor it now,' Adela said.
Madelyne nodded. 'Is your main worry that Duncan will force a marriage?'
'It is.'
'Then let us face this worry first. We'll form a plan to rid you of that concern.'
'We will?'
Madelyne heard the eagerness in Adela's voice, saw the spark of hope in her eyes too. That made her all the more determined. Unable to sit still a moment longer, Madelyne bounded to her feet and began to pace a slow circle around the chairs. 'I don't believe for one minute that your brother would be so heartless as to demand that you marry anyone.' She raised her hand when Adela looked as if she were going to interrupt, and then continued. 'However, what I believe isn't important. What if I gained a promise from Duncan that you could live here for as long as you wanted to, no matter what the circumstances? Would that ease your fear, Adela?'
'Would you have to tell him I might be carrying a child?'
Madelyne didn't answer immediately. She continued to pace her circle, wondering how in God's name she'd ever get Duncan to promise her anything.
'Of course not,' Madelyne answered. She stopped when she was directly in front of Adela and smiled down at the girl. 'I'd get his promise first. He'll find out the rest soon enough, won't he?'
Adela smiled. 'You've a devious mind, Madelyne. I understand your plan now. Once Duncan agrees, he won't go back on his word. But he'll be furious with you for tricking him,' she added, her smile fading over that worry.
'He's always furious with me,' Madelyne answered with a shrug. 'I'm not afraid of your brother, Adela. He blusters like the wind, yet there's a soft core underneath. I'm sure of it,' Madelyne said, praying to herself that she was correct. 'Now then, promise me you'll not worry about the possibility of carrying a child. You've had an ordeal, and that could well be the reason you've missed your monthly,' she advised. 'I know all about this, you see, because Frieda, the woodcutter's wife, suffered a terrible upset when her boy fell down the drinking well and couldn't be gotten out for the longest time. The lad was unharmed, and thank God for that, but I heard Frieda tell another servant some two months later that she wasn't having her monthly. The other servant did explain that it was a natural enough condition considering the fright she'd had. I don't remember the wise woman's name now, else I'd share it with you, but she turned out to be right on the subject. Aye, Frieda was back to her usual flux the following month.'
Adela nodded. 'And if you do carry a babe,' Madelyne went on, 'we'll see it through, won't we? You'll not hate the child, will you, Adela?' Madelyne couldn't keep the worry out of her voice. 'The baby would be as innocent as you are, Adela.'
'He'd have a black soul, like his father,' Adela said. 'They would share the same blood.'
'Then if that is the way of it, I'm damned to hell just as Louddon is, aren't I?'
'Nay, you're not like your brother,' Adela protested.
'And your child won't be like Morcar either. You'd see to it,' Madelyne said.
'How?'
'By loving the baby and helping him make the right choices when he's old enough to understand.'
Madelyne sighed then and shook her head. 'You may not be with child anyway, so let's put the matter aside for now. I can see how tired you are. Since your room must still be cleaned before you can sleep there, you're to have my bed this night. I'll find another.'
Adela followed Madelyne over to the bed and watched as her new friend pulled the covers back. 'When will you ask Duncan for his promise?'
Madelyne waited until Adela got into bed before answering. 'I'll speak to him tomorrow. ' 'Tis most important to you, I can see that. I won't be forgetting.'
'I don't ever want another man to touch me,' Adela said.
Her voice was so harsh, Madelyne began to worry she'd get herself upset again.
'Hush, now,' Madelyne soothed as she tucked the covers around Adela. 'Rest now. Everything is going to be all right.'
Adela smiled over the way Madelyne was pampering her. 'Madelyne? I'm sorry for the way I've treated you. If I thought it would help, I'd ask Edmond to speak to Duncan about taking you to Scotland.'
Madelyne noticed Adela thought to talk to Edmond and not go directly to Duncan. That comment reinforced her belief that Adela was afraid of her eldest brother.
Adela sighed and then said, 'I really don't want you to go anywhere just yet. I've been so lonely. Is that selfish of me to admit?'
'Only truthful,' Madelyne returned. 'A trait I most admire,' she added. 'Why, I've never told a lie in all my days,' she boasted.
'Not ever?'
Madelyne caught Adela's giggle and smiled over it. 'Not that I can recall,' she said. 'And I promise to stay here just as long as you need me. I've no wish to travel in this harsh weather.'
'You've also been dishonored, Madelyne. Everyone will think…'
''Tis nonsense you speak,' Madelyne said. 'Neither one of us is responsible for what has happened. We are both honorable enough inside our hearts. That is all that matters to me.'
'You've the most unusual attitudes,' Adela said. 'I would think you should hate all of us Wextons.'
'Well, it is a fact that your brothers aren't easy men to like,' Madelyne admitted. 'But I don't hate them. Do you know I feel safe here? It's remarkable, isn't it? To be a captive and feel so safe at the same time. Now, that's a truth to mull over.'
Madelyne frowned, her mind filled with her amazing admission. 'Well now,' she said to herself. 'I'm going to have to think about this a bit longer.'
She patted Adela on her arm and then turned to walk to the door,
'You won't do anything foolish about Morcar, will you, Madelyne?'
'Now, why would you ask such a thing?' Madelyne asked.
'Because of the look that came over you when I told you his name,' Adela answered. 'You won't do anything, will you?'
Adela sounded scared again. 'You've an overactive imagination,' Madelyne told her. 'That gives us something else in common,' she added, neatly avoiding the issue of Morcar.
Her ploy worked, for Adela was smiling again. 'I don't think I'll have nightmares tonight. I'm too tired. You better come to bed soon, Madelyne. You'll need to be rested for your talk with Duncan.'
'Do you think he'll drain the strength out of me?' Madelyne asked.
'Not you,' Adela answered. 'You can get Duncan to promise you anything.'
Lord, the sister held such confidence. Madelyne felt her shoulders slump.
