'Does her husband…'
'No, he doesn't have red hair,' Duncan interjected.
'I wasn't going to ask that,' Madelyne protested. 'I just wondered if Catherine and her husband might know Edwythe.'
Duncan 's deep, even breathing told her he'd fallen asleep. When he began to snore, she was certain. Madelyne snuggled up against him.
She had the most wonderful dreams that night. They were dreams of the innocent.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Love and honor, treasures above value…
The following month was a calming period for Duncan, a blissful time for Madelyne.
Madelyne was enchanted with the Scots. She thought they were the most amazing warriors in all the world, save for her husband, of course. The Scots reminded Madelyne of the ancient Spartans because of their stark existence and their fierce loyalty.
They treated Duncan as one of their own. Catherine was also happy to welcome Madelyne into her home. Duncan 's sister was very pretty and very much in love with her husband.
Madelyne wasn't able to see Edwythe, though Catherine promised to send a message of greeting to her for Madelyne. Edwythe lived in the highlands, a considerable distance from Catherine's home, too far, in fact, to go for a visit.
They stayed with Duncan 's relatives a full thirty days
Duncan remembered his promise to teach his gentle wife how to defend herself. He was patient with her until she reached for her bow and arrows. He left her on her own then, fearing he'd lose his temper if he had to watch her make the same error over and over again. She was consistently off target. Anthony had warned him about that flaw. Madelyne was always three feet, a little less perhaps, above the mark she wished to hit.
Duncan and Madelyne returned to Wexton fortress the end of August. It was then that they learned of King William II's death. The accounts were milky, but everyone who had witnessed the tragedy vowed it had truly been an accident. William, with his brother and his friends, had gone hunting in his forest. A soldier shot his arrow toward a stag, it was said, but the king's neck got in the way. The king died before he hit the ground.
The most accepted and least believed account came from an eyewitness who claimed he'd seen the whole of it, from start to finish. He stated that the loyal subject had truly aimed his arrow at the stag, but when the arrow was flying toward the animal, the devil's red hand suddenly reached up out of the earth. The arrow was caught in the devil's fist and redirected toward the king.
The church blessed the account as accurate. Aye, it was written down immediately. Satan had ended the king's short life, and certainly none of those who witnessed it were responsible.
Henry immediately claimed the treasury and became king.
Madelyne was thankful she and Duncan had left court before the tragedy. Her husband was just as angry that he hadn't been there. He thought he might have been able to save his leader's life.
Neither believed the story about the devil's hand, and neither would admit that Henry might have had something to do with his brother's accident.
Though Madelyne wasn't as knowledgeable as Duncan in matters of state, she remembered that Henry had suggested to King William that Duncan spend a month with the Scots. She believed he wanted Duncan away from London, believe,. too, that Henry might have given Duncan his life bv sending him away. She never spoke such thoughts to her husband, however.
Gerald and Adela were married on the first Sunday of October. Father Berton had only just arrived with his baggage to take up the task of saving Wexton souls. The Earl of Grinsteade had died five days after Madelyne's wedding ceremony.
Duncan had sent soldiers throughout England, searching for Louddon. Since Henry was now king, Louddon was an outcast. Henry had made no pretension about his dislike for Louddon.
Madelyne believed Louddon had left England. Duncan didn't argue with her, but he was convinced Louddon was hiding, waiting for his chance for revenge.
A summons arrived requesting that Duncan kneel before his new king and give him his pledge of fealty. Duncan couldn't refuse the order, yet found he was uneasy leaving Madelyne.
He sat in the hall, the petition from Henry still in his hands, when Madelyne finally came down for breakfast. Duncan had already eaten his midday meal.
His wife looked rested, but he knew in just a few hours she'd need a nap. She tired easily these days. Madelyne tried to hide the fact from Duncan, but he knew she was sick every morning.
He wasn't the least upset over her sickness. No, he waited for her to realize she carried his child.
Madelyne smiled when she saw her husband sitting in his chair by the hearth. It had turned chilly and the fire beckoned her. Duncan pulled her into his lap.
' Duncan, I must speak to you. It's almost noon and I've just gotten out of bed. I believe I'm ill, though I don't wish to worry you. I did ask Maude for a potion yesterday.'
'And did she give it to you?' Duncan asked. He tried not to smile, for his wife's expression was close to brooding.
Madelyne shook her head. She pushed her hair away from her shoulder, hitting Duncan 's chest in her haste. 'No, she didn't,' she said. 'She just smiled at me and walked away. What am I to think about that I ask you?'
Duncan sighed. He was going to have to tell her. 'Will you be very upset if our son has red hair?'
Madelyne's eyes widened and her hand instinctively moved to her stomach. Her voice shook when she finally answered his question. 'She'll have brown hair, like her mother. And I will be the most wonderful mother, Duncan.'
Duncan laughed and then kissed Madelyne. 'You have taken on my arrogance, wife. You'll give me a son and that's the end of this discussion.'
Madelyne nodded, pretending agreement while she pictured the beautiful baby girl she would hold in her arms.
She was so overwhelmed with joy, she thought she might weep.
'You can't feed your wild animals anymore. I don't want you going outside the walls.'
'It's my wolf,' Madelyne teased. She still hadn't admitted to Duncan that she really thought it was a wild dog. 'Today will be the last time I leave food for him,' she promised. 'Is that good enough for you?'
'Why today?' Duncan asked.
'Because it's been exactly one year since I arrived here. You may walk with Anthony and me if you wish.' She gave a mock sigh. 'I shall miss my wolf.'
Duncan saw the sparkle in her eyes.
'I will stop feeding him only because you order it, husband.'
'I don't believe that for one minute,' Duncan returned. 'You obey me because you feel like it.'
Duncan finally promised to accompany Madelyne. She waited for him but when she'd finished her target practice, the sun was beginning to fade, and Duncan still hadn't finished his other duties.
Madelyne collected her arrows, slipped them into the cloth carrier Ned had fashioned for her, and then strapped the carrier on her back.
Anthony carried the food for her in the burlap sack she always used for the task. She carried her bow, boasting to the vassal that she just might catch at least one rabbit for their dinner.
Anthony thought it impossible.
When they reached the crest of the hill, Madelyne took the food from Anthony. She spread the cloth on the ground, kneeling now, and placed the food into a pile. A large bone, fat with meat, topped her pyramid. Since Madelyne knew she wouldn't be feeding the wild animals any longer, she thought to leave them one last filling
