Anyone, that is, save another who was also accustomed to command.
Clare reminded herself that she, too, could invest her words with a certain air of authority when the occasion demanded. She had been doing so since the age of twelve.
'Ulrich.' Clare smiled coolly as Ulrich turned his head. 'What is going on here?'
'Sword practice, my lady. Lord Gareth has ordered William and Dalian to begin training with arms.' Ulrich's gaze went from Clare's face to a point just behind her.
Clare knew that Gareth was striding across the courtyard toward where she stood.
Dalian and William looked at her, then at Gareth. They were not the only ones who stopped what they were doing to see what was going to happen.
Disappointment clouded William's expression. 'Ah, Lady Clare, please say that I may continue. I shall be most careful. I vow that I will not get hurt.'
Dalian's eyes gleamed with vengeful satisfaction. He shot a sly, triumphant glance at Gareth, who had nearly reached Clare. 'I knew you would not allow us to be forced to leam such dangerous skills, my lady.
You have always said that only thick-skulled lackwits devote their energies to fighting and tourneying.'
'Why was I not consulted on this matter?' Clare came to a halt in front of Ulrich and fixed him with a warning glare. Gareth was no more than a few paces away now. She had to act swiftly or the initiative would be taken from her.
Ulrich glanced over the top of her head and met Gareth's eyes. 'I assumed that my lord was in command of such things.'
'Lord Gareth may do as he pleases with you and the rest of his men.
William and Dalian, however, are members of my household and their welfare is my affair.'
'Aye, madam,' Ulrich murmured. There was a gleam of unholy amusement in his eyes.
'You must save us, my lady,' Dalian wailed piteously.
'Please let us practice, Lady Clare,' William urged. 'I want to learn how to use a sword so that I can help defend this hall. Lord Gareth says he needs more trained men.'
'Aye.' Gareth reached Clare's side. 'One can never have too many well-trained men.'
He reached out and caught hold of Clare's arm in what no doubt appeared to onlookers to be a husbandly gesture of affection. Clare, however, was acutely aware of the inflexibility of his fingers. He was not hurting her, but his grasp was unshakable.
'Dalian and William are not under your command, sir,' she said.
'I believe there is some misunderstanding here.' Gareth's eyes were polite but unyielding. ' 'Tis nothing that cannot be cleared up immediately. If you will come with me, madam, I shall explain everything to your satisfaction.'
Clare frowned. 'I doubt that. My lord, I have not given my permission for William and Dalian to train with weapons.'
'Nay, but I have given mine, so all is well.'
Clare opened her mouth in astonishment. 'You have no right?'
'As to my rights, I believe it would be best if we discussed those in private.' Gareth looked at Ulrich.
'Continue with the sword practice while I explain matters to my lady wife.'
'Aye, my lord.' Gareth turned to William and Dalian. 'Let's get back to the business at hand, lads. We have a great deal of work ahead of us if we are to make useful knights out of you.'
'Lady Clare,' Dalian yelped like an abandoned puppy. 'Aren't you going to save us?'
Gareth's hand tightened around Clare's arm before she could reply. 'Get on with your training, minstrel. Who knows? If you work very hard, you may soon learn how to save yourself when you get into unpleasant situations. You will no longer need to hide behind a woman's skirts.'
Dalian turned a dull shade of red. His eyes glittered with helpless rage.
Gareth paid no attention. He led Clare back across the courtyard toward the drying shed.
'Gareth, how could you do such a thing?' Clare snapped furiously.
'Tis the truth. The boy must become a man. The sooner the better, in his case.'
'Why do you say that?'
'Young Dalian tells me that he is a bastard. I suspect that he recently fled the household where he was raised. He is alone in the world, more so than he yet realizes. And he is of an anxious nature.'
'Aye, but?'
'If he is going to survive, he must learn how to take care of himself.
From what I have heard of his wretched poetry, he cannot depend upon his skill with a harp to make his way in the world.'
Clare heard the grim conviction in Gareth's voice. It effectively forestalled the remainder of her angry tirade. 'You know whereof you speak, do you not, my lord?'
'Aye. Tis true that unlike young Dalian, I had the advantage of being raised in my father's household.
But I am still a bastard, for all of that, and nothing can change the fact. A man bom into this world without a name must make his own.'
The chill in his words told Clare a great deal. Gareth may indeed have been raised in his father's house, but he had never felt welcome there.
At least she had always had Desire, she thought. Even through the worst of times she had always had a home. She had had a place where people wanted her and needed her, a place where she knew she belonged.
She resisted an odd, almost overpowering urge to touch Gareth's fierce jaw and tell him that he now had a home, too. She knew he would not welcome the sympathy.
'I appreciate your concern for my minstrel, but Dalian is safe enough here on Desire.' she said briskly.
'Is he?'
'Of course he is. And so is William. There has never been any violence on this isle. No one has ever had to defend the hall or the village. The only reason we need a company of armed men at all is to protect the shipments we send elsewhere.'
Gareth's mouth tightened. 'I am well aware that you view my role here as a very limited one. But as it is my task to protect this isle, you must allow me to make the decisions that deal with such matters.'
Clare slanted him an uncertain glance. She wondered if she had somehow offended him. 'Surely you do not need William's or Dalian's assistance for the defense of Desire.'
'As to that, who can say? I believe in being prepared for all eventualities.'
'Aye, but?'
'Come, Clare. Be reasonable. Young William needs exercise. He is in immediate danger of either being smothered to death by his well-meaning mother or of turning into a stuffed pork pie.'
Clare knew he was right, but she could hardly admit it. To do so would be to abandon her present battle. 'I do not dispute that William needs more physical activity,' she managed austerely. 'However?'
'He also craves a man's guidance. So does Dalian.'
That was too much. 'I am aware that young William has become Sir Ulrich's shadow of late, but Dalian has been quite content in this household.'
'Too much so.' Gareth looked thoughtful. 'I believe your minstrel clings to your skirts and starts at every small sound because he has been badly frightened by his previous master. To combat that fear, he must gain confidence in his own ability to defend himself.'
Clare gave Gareth a disgruntled look. He had assessed the situation accurately, confirming some of her own conclusions.
But there was another, much more significant issue involved here, Clare knew. It had to do with the question of who gave the orders on the manor.
'I will not deny that William and Dalian could do with a man's guidance,' Clare said cautiously. 'And I agree that exercise is of great benefit in restoring balance to the body's humors. But there is no need for either boy to undergo the dangerous and rigorous training of a knight in order to accomplish that.'
'They will be safe enough under Ulrich's supervision.'
'Joanna will fret.'
'She will soon adjust to the situation. That is not the real issue here, is it?'
