Julie Garwood
Ransom
(Джулия Гарвуд - 'Роковое сокровище')
Prologue
Bad things always happen during the night.
In the dark hours of the night Gillian's mother died struggling to bring a new life into the world, and a young, unthinking servant, wishing to be the first to impart the sorrowful news, awakened the two little girls to tell them their dear mama was dead. Two nights later, they were once again shaken awake to hear that their infant brother, Ranulf, named in honor of their father, had also passed on. His frail body hadn't been able to take the strain of being born a full two months early.
Gillian was afraid of the dark. She waited until the servant had left her bedroom, then slid down from the big bed on her stomach to the cold stone floor. Barefoot, she ran to the forbidden passage, a secret hallway that led to her sister's chamber and also to the steep steps that ended in the tunnels below the kitchens. She barely squeezed behind the chest her papa had placed in front of the narrow door in the wall to discourage his daughters from going back and forth. He had warned over and over again that it was a secret, for the love of God, only to be used under the most dire of circumstances, and certainly not for play. Why, even his loyal servants didn't know about the passageways built into three of the bedchambers, and he was determined to keep it that way. He was also extremely concerned that his daughters would fall down the steps and break their pretty little necks, and he often threatened to paddle their backsides if he ever caught them there. It was dangerous, and it was forbidden.
But on that terrible night of loss and sorrow, Gillian didn't care if she got into trouble. She was scared, and whenever she got scared, she ran to her older sister, Christen, for comfort. Managing to get the door open only a crack, Gillian cried out for Christen and waited for her to come. Her sister reached in, latched onto Gillian's hand and pulled her through, then helped her climb up into her bed. The little girls clung to each other under the thick blankets and cried while their papa's tormented screams of anguish and desolation echoed throughout the halls. They could hear him shouting their mama's name over and over and over again. Death had entered their peaceful home and filled it with grief.
The family wasn't given time to heal, for the monsters of the night weren't through preying on them. It was in the dead of night that the infidels invaded their home and Gillian's family was destroyed.
Papa woke her up when he came rushing into her chamber carrying Christen in his arms. His faithful soldiers William-Gillian's favorite because he gave her honeyed treats when her papa wasn't watching-and Lawrence and Tom and Spencer followed behind him. Their expressions were grim. Gillian sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes with the backs of her hands as her father handed Christen to Lawrence and hurried to her. He placed the glowing candle on the chest next to her bed, then sat down beside her and with a trembling hand gently brushed her hair out of her eyes.
Her father looked terribly sad, and Gillian thought she knew the reason why.
'Did Mama die again, Papa?' she asked worriedly.
'For the love of… no, Gillian,' he answered, his voice weary.
'Did she come back home, then?'
'Ah, my sweet lamb, we've been over this again and again. Your mama isn't ever going to come home. The dead can't come back. She's in heaven now. Try to understand.'
'Yes, Papa,' she whispered.
She heard the faint echo of shouts coming from the floor below and then noticed that her father was wearing his chain mail.
'Are you going to battle now, for the love of God, Papa?'
'Yes,' he answered. 'But first I must get you and your sister to safety.'
He reached for the clothes Gillian's maid, Liese, had laid out for tomorrow and hastily dressed his daughter. William moved forward and knelt on one knee to put Gillian's shoes on her.
Her papa had never dressed her before, and she didn't know what to make of it. 'Papa, I got to take my sleeping gown off before I put my clothes on, and I got to let Liese brush my hair.'
'We won't worry about your hair tonight.'
'Papa, is it dark outside?' she asked as he slipped the bliaut over her head.
'Yes, Gillian, it's dark.'
'Do I got to go outside in the dark?'
He could hear the fear in her voice and tried to calm her. 'There will be torches to light the way and you won't be alone.'
'Are you going with Christen and me?'
Her sister answered. 'No, Gillian,' she shouted from across the room. ' 'Cause Papa has to stay here and fight the battle, for the love of God,' she said, repeating her father's often used expression. 'Don't you, Papa?'
Lawrence told Christen to hush. 'We don't want anyone to know you're leaving,' he explained in a whisper. 'Can you be real quiet now?'
Christen eagerly nodded. 'I can,' she whispered back. 'I can be awful quiet when I got to, and when I…'
Lawrence put his hand over her mouth. 'Hush, golden girl.'
William lifted Gillian into his arms and carried her out of the chamber and down the dark hallway to her father's room. Spencer and Tom guided the way, carrying bright candles to light the corridor. Giant shadows danced along the stone walls keeping pace with them, the only sound the hard clicking of their boots against the cobbled floor. Gillian became fearful and put her arms around the soldier's neck, then tucked her head under his chin.
'I don't like the shadows,' she whimpered.
'They won't harm you,' he soothed.
'I want my mama, William.'
'I know you do, honey bear.'
His silly nickname for her always made her smile, and she suddenly wasn't afraid any longer. She saw her papa rush past her to lead the way into his chamber, and she would have called out to him, but William put his finger to his lips, reminding her that she was to be quiet.
As soon as they were all inside the bedroom, Tom and Spencer began to slide a low chest along the wall so that they could open the secret door. The rusty hinges groaned and squealed like an angry boar whose mouth was being pried open.
Lawrence and William had to put the little girls down in order to soak and light the torches. The second their backs were turned, both Christen and Gillian ran to their father who was down on his knees leaning over another chest at the foot of the bed and sorting through his belongings. They flanked his sides and stretched up on tiptoes, their hands on the rim of the chest so they too could peer inside.
'What are you looking for, Papa?' Christen asked.
'This,' he answered as he lifted the sparkling jeweled box.
'It's awful pretty, Papa,' Christen said. 'Can I have it?'
'Can I have it too?' Gillian chimed in.
'No,' he answered. 'The box belongs, to Prince John, and I mean to see that he gets it back.'
