course, but Madelyne's friendship, so unrestrictive and so giving, helped Adela take her mind off her problems. Adela had finally started her monthly flux a week ago, and that was one less worry to concern her.
Madelyne had opened a new world to Adela. She told the most wonderful stories. Adela was amazed by the wealth of information in Madelyne's memory and eagerly awaited each day's new tale.
Adela smiled as she watched Madelyne now. Her friend did look a sight. A smudge of dirt had settled on the bridge of her nose, and her hair, though tied with a piece of blue ribbon behind her neck, was gradually gaining freedom from the binding.
Madelyne stopped sweeping the dust from the corner and leaned against the handle of her broom. 'I can see I've caught your interest,' she remarked. She paused to brush a stray curl away from her face, making a new mark of dirt on her forehead, and then continued on with her story. 'I do believe the Spartan ladies were most undignified. They'd have to be as horrible as their men, Adela. How would they ever have gotten along if they weren't?'
Adela answered the question with a giggle. The sound warmed Madelyne's heart. The transformation in Duncan 's sister was most pleasing. There was a sparkle in her eyes now and she smiled quite often.
'Now that the new priest has arrived, we must be careful not to talk like this in front of him,' Adela whispered.
'I've yet to meet him,' Madelyne answered. 'Though I'm looking forward to it. It's high time the Wexton brothers had a man of God looking after their souls.'
'They used to,' Adela said. 'But when Father John died, and then the church caught fire well, no one did much of anything about it.' She shrugged and then said, 'Tell me more about the Spartans, Madelyne.'
'Well now, the ladies had probably all gone to fat by the time they were twelve or so, though that is just a supposition on my part and not a dictate from my dear uncle. I do know, however, that they took more than one man to their beds.' Adela gasped and Madelyne nodded, thoroughly satisfied by her friend's reaction. 'More than one at a time?' Adela asked. She whispered the question and then blushed with embarrassment.
Madelyne nibbled on her lip while she considered if that was possible.
'I don't think so,' she finally announced. Her back was to the door, and Adela's full attention was centered on her friend. Neither noticed Duncan now stood in the open doorway.
He was about to announce his presence, when Madelyne spoke again.
'I don't believe it's possible to be flat on your back with more than one man at a time,' she admitted.
Adela giggled, Madelyne shrugged, and Duncan, having heard most of Madelyne's dissertation on the ways of the Spartans, rolled his eyes heavenward.
Madelyne had propped the broom against the wall and was now kneeling in front of Adela's chest. 'We'll have to empty this if we're going to move it across the room,' she said.
'You must finish your story first,' Adela insisted. 'You do tell the most unusual tales, Madelyne.'
Duncan started to interrupt again and then discarded the notion. In truth, his curiosity was caught.
'In Sparta there wasn't any such thing as celibacy. Why, it was considered a crime not to wed. Gangs of unmarried women would take to the streets. They'd search for unmarried men and when they found them, they fell upon them.'
'Fell upon them?' Adela asked.
'Aye, they'd fall upon the poor man and beat him to a bloody pulp,' she yelled out. Her head had completely disappeared inside the trunk. ' 'Tis the truth I'm telling you,' Madelyne added.
'What else?' Adela asked.
'Did you know that the young men were locked in a dark room with the women they'd never seen in the light of day and they were supposed to… well, you get my meaning there,' she ended.
Madelyne took a breath, sneezed over the dust inside the chest. 'Some of the women had babies before ever seeing their husbands' faces.' She straightened up then, bumped her head on the lid of the chest, and promptly rubbed the ribbon off her head.
'It sounds horrible, but I'll tell you this. When I think of your brother Duncan, I can imagine his Lady Eleanor might prefer a dark room.'
Madelyne made the statement as a jest. Adela let out a gasp of dismay. The little sister had just noticed Duncan was leaning against the door.
Madelyne misunderstood Adela's reaction and was immediately contrite.
''Tis common talk I've taken up,' she announced. ' Duncan is your lord, after all, and brother, too, and I've no business teasing you about him. I do apologize.'
'I will accept it.'
It was Duncan giving her forgiveness. Madelyne was so surprised by his booming voice, she bumped her head again when she turned to look up at him.
'How long have you been standing there?' she asked, blushing with mortification. She stood up and faced him.
Duncan didn't answer her, he just stood there, making her nervous. Madelyne smoothed the wrinkles from her gown, noticed a large stain right above her waist, and immediately folded her hands in front of it. A lock of hair swayed in front of her left eye, but if she moved her hand to push the hair away, he'd see what a mess she'd made of her gown, wouldn't he?
Madelyne had to remind herself that she was only his captive and he her keeper. What difference did it make if she looked messy or not? She blew the hair out of her vision and struggled to give Duncan a serene look.
She failed miserably, and Duncan, knowing what was in Madelyne's mind, smiled over her failure. It was getting more difficult for her to hide her feelings. That fact pleased him almost as much as her disheveled appearance. She thought he smiled over her sorry-looking gown. Duncan reinforced her belief by giving her a thorough inspection. His gaze moved slowly from the top of her head to the dust on her shoes. His smile widened until the attractive dent was back in the side of his cheek.
'Go up to your room, Madelyne, and stay there until I come for you.'
'May I finish this task first?' Madelyne asked, trying to sound humble.
'You may not.'
' Duncan, Adela wanted to rearrange her room to look more like…' Lord, she was about to tell him Adela wanted her room to be as cozy as the tower room. He'd find out what she'd done then, and probably pitch a fit.
Madelyne glanced over to look at Adela. The poor girl was clutching her hands together and staring at the floor. 'Adela, you have forgotten to give your brother a proper greeting,' she instructed her.
'Good day, milord,' Adela whispered immediately. She didn't look up at Duncan.
'His name is Duncan. Lord or not, he is your brother.' Madelyne turned to Duncan then and glared at him. He'd better not snap at his sister.
Duncan raised an eyebrow when Madelyne frowned at him. When she motioned with a vigorous tilt of her head toward Adela, he shrugged. He didn't have the faintest idea what she was trying to tell him. 'Well? Aren't you going to give your sister a greeting, Duncan?' she demanded.
His sigh bounced off the walls. 'Are you instructing me?' he asked.
He looked irritated. Madelyne shrugged. 'I'll not have you frightening your sister,' she said before she could stop herself.
Duncan felt like laughing. It was true then, just as Gilard had praised and Edmond had protested. Timid Madelyne had become Adela's protector. One kitten trying to protect another, except that Madelyne was acting more like a tigress now, he decided. There was blue fire in her eyes, and oh, how she tried to keep her anger hidden from him.
Duncan gave Madelyne a look that told her what he thought of her dictate. Then he turned to his sister and said, 'Good morning, Adela. Are you feeling well today?'
Adela nodded and then looked up at her brother and smiled. Duncan nodded, surprised that such a simple greeting could change his sister's manner.
He turned to leave then, determined to get as far away from his fragile little sister as possible before letting Madelyne have a piece of his mind. 'Couldn't Madelyne stay here and-'
'Adela, please don't challenge your brother's order,' Madelyne interrupted, fearing that Duncan 's patience was near the shouting point. 'It wouldn't be honorable,' she added with a smile of encouragement.
