of a smile on her face but she declined to comment on my antics. “Very well Mordecai, I will help you ‘draw the line’ again. You shall have every able bodied man I have to spare. The women of Lancaster won’t be idle either; we’ll harvest what we can while their husbands are working on your dam.”
“We won’t disappoint you, your grace,” I said gratefully.
“You never have Mordecai. You’ve always been my favorite nephew. Whether we succeed or fail I will always be proud of you,” her eyes misted a bit as she said it. She took another quick sip of her tea before setting the cup down and rising. “I’d better be going.”
Penny rose hastily, “But you haven’t even finished your tea!”
“The one thing we have is time, but I don’t think we can afford to squander it. I’ll start making arrangements this evening after I get home.” Genevieve leaned forward to give Penelope a quick embrace, whispering in her ear as she did so, “Good luck my dear, I think you have your hands full with this one.”
I was confused as Penny and the duchess both glanced at me. I couldn’t hear a word for they had spoken too softly. “What?” I said.
Penny gave the duchess a knowing look, “You have no idea!” she said, and they both laughed at that.
Chapter 22
I had thought I would have time to resume my experiments the next morning but as fate would have it the baron saw fit to show up early that day. I had already changed into my working clothes, plain linen with a leather smith’s apron, so I was poorly dressed to greet him. Not that that bothered me in the slightest.
I saw him ride through the gate with two retainers close behind and headed over to greet him before he got to the main keep. “Pleased to meet you my lord!” I said loudly, moving forward to offer him my hand.
He looked down from his horse in obvious horror. He seemed startled that I had approached him so casually. “I am sorry, have we met before?” The young lord kept his hands well away from mine.
I stared at him for a moment, confused by his reticence. Lord Arundel was a slender man in his early thirties, with well-trimmed blond hair. The wind shifted and I caught a scent of lavender in the air. “No, I don’t think we have. Sorry for the confusion, my name is…”
“I am here to see your lord, the Count di’Cameron. You’ll pardon me if I don’t stop to chat,” he said brusquely and without further ado he urged his horse forward. I stepped back hastily to let him pass.
I watched him ride on, bemused at his arrogance. Sam Turner walked over to me as I stood there. “What was that about?”
“I have a feeling that Lord Arundel didn’t expect to meet a nobleman dressed like this,” I replied.
Sam laughed, “He’ll be all kinds of embarrassed after you change into your fine clothes.”
A wicked grin appeared on my face, “No… I think I’ll meet him as I am. In fact we should probably improve on my humble appearance.” I know, I should have been more mature, but I have a devilish side to my personality at times. I’m not sure where I get it from.
My father stumbled upon us a few minutes later, standing beside a horse trough outside the stables. We had dumped some of the water onto the dusty ground to form a muddy slurry. Sam was assisting me as I smeared it liberally over my clothes. “Well you look as happy as a pig in mud,” Royce commented dryly.
That started Sam and I to snickering as we explained what we were up to. My father got to chuckling as well. He always had been an excellent role model. “Son you need to stop fooling around and go take care of business,” he said. He leaned down to get some mud on his hand before patting me fondly on the cheek. “You don’t want to keep the baron waiting.”
“Let everyone know to be on their best formal manners, I won’t tolerate anyone being overly familiar with me today,” I winked at them as I headed for the keep.
Dorian met me at the door, “Mort! Lord Arundel is here, you need…” His words tapered off as he took in my appearance. “What the hell happened to you?”
“Sheldon was a bit rude when he arrived so I thought I’d put on my best clothes for him,” I replied smugly.
“The man isn’t known for his sense of humor Mordecai. You’re sure to insult him.” Dorian had his worried look on, it was the face I was most accustomed to seeing on him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be the very soul of courtesy,” I said smiling. “Tell him I’ll be down to meet him in the great hall momentarily.” I went upstairs to find Penelope.
She saw me as soon as I entered our rooms, “Ugh! Get out! What is that all over you?” I could tell she was pleased to see me.
“Lord Arundel is here to see us,” I managed to get out as she shooed me toward the door.
“Gods! You need to change… and bathe! What will he think if he sees you looking like that?”
I grinned, “He might have to rethink how he greets people at the very least.” I took a few minutes to explain our encounter in the courtyard.
“And you think this will improve things?” she exclaimed. “Honestly Mort I worry about you. At times you’re absolutely brilliant… and then… there’s the rest of the time.” She sighed loudly.
I turned and left before she could spoil my fun. “Come down when you’re ready, I don’t want to keep him waiting.”
“Wait! No…,” she yelled after me. She might have stopped me if she had grabbed my arm, but I think she was afraid of the mud. I escaped her and went down the stairs two at a time. I reached the door to the great hall just a few feet ahead of her.
“How do I look?” I asked, slicking my hair down with a bit of the mud from my shirt.
“Atrocious, you fool,” she replied, giving me her most serious glare.
“Perfect,” I said and opened the door.
I found Lord Arundel seated at the high table with Dorian and my mother. I hadn’t realized she was in the castle or I might have rethought my hasty plan. Still there was no helping it now. I walked over to greet him.
“Lord Arundel! It’s good to see you on such short notice.” I held out my arm to him again, but he made no move to take it. Glancing over I saw my mother gaping at my appearance, I worried she might have a stroke.
The nobleman spoke to Dorian first, ignoring my presence, “Sir Dorian, who is this man?! This is the second time he has accosted me.”
Dorian’s lips had formed a large ‘O’ as his mind struggled with the situation. Eventually he got his mouth working again, “Baron, may I introduce Mordecai Illeniel, the Count di’Cameron. Mordecai this is Sheldon Arundel, your closest neighbor.” Dorian looked as though each word was costing him a year of his life.
It was now the baron’s turn to be shocked; his mouth opened and closed several times before he finally spoke, “Lord Cameron, it seems you have made a fool of me.”
I couldn’t tell if he was upset or not, he still seemed to be in shock. “Nonsense,” I assured him, laughing. “ You did most of that yourself, I was just having a bit of fun since you seemed confused. Sit back down, have some wine.” I gestured to the chair as I took a seat myself.
My mother could hardly contain herself, “Mordecai why are you covered in mud?” She kept her tone calm but I was certain she was fairly agitated. She certainly hadn’t raised me to greet lords while looking like a pig in a wallow. Visions of switches rose unbidden to my mind. I suppose we never get past the ingrained fears of childhood.
“Sorry Mother, I was hurrying to catch up with Lord Arundel after our chaotic first meeting and I slipped in some mud near the stables.” Her expression told me all I needed to know about her opinion of my truthfulness. I gave her an extra-large smile to put her at ease and returned my attention to the baron. “I appreciate you coming so soon considering we haven’t had the opportunity to meet before.”
The good baron seemed to be recovering his composure, though his eyes kept straying to the mud in my hair. “Well yes, I thought to make a good impression since we have only recently become neighbors. Might I ask why you were dressed as a serf?”
I felt my hackles rising at the term. Until recently I might well have been described as such, at least by men with no better knowledge. “I keep no serfs here my lord; the citizens of Washbrook are all freeholders.”
“Freeholders then, it matters not to me what you call your peasants,” he sipped his wine casually. “I am
