Earth Song by Catherine Coulter

Author:Catherine Coulter [Coulter, Catherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Love Stories, Great Britain, Historical, Historical Fiction, Historical Romance, Cornwall (England : County), Cornwall (England: County), Great Britain - History - Medieval Period; 1066-1485
ISBN: 9780451209276
Google: oSVBjCceM-kC
Amazon: 0451209273
Publisher: SIGNET
Published: 1990-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

Kassia slowly climbed the solar stairs. She held to the railing, careful, as always, of the babe she carried. She felt wonderful and healthy and very alive. If only Graelam would but believe her and stop his worrying and his endless agitation. It was driving her to distraction. And there was her father, now threatening to come to Wolffeton and watch over her. Between the two of them she’d go mad, she knew it.

She reached Dienwald’s bedchamber and knocked softly on the solid door. Then she turned the handle. It was locked. She called out, “Please, Morgan, let me in. ‘Tis Kassia de Moreton.”

Philippa stared at the door from her huddled spot in the middle of Dienwald’s bed.

Morgan!

Who in the name of St. Andrew was Morgan? She rose, wrapped the blanket securely about her, and padded on bare feet to the door. She opened it and smiled.

“Come in, my lady.”

“Thank you. Oh, dear, I see Dienwald was speaking true. You have no clothes.”

Philippa simply shook her head.

“You are no villein’s daughter, are you? What prank does Dienwald play now?”

“What did he tell you?”

“That you are his mistress.”

Philippa snorted and tossed her head. Her hair was nearly dry now, and curled wildly down her back.

“Your hair is beautiful,” Kassia said. “I’ve always wished for hair such as yours. Not long ago I was very ill and my head was shaved. My hair has grown back thicker, but not like yours. Do you mind if I sit down? My burden is heavy.”

Philippa realized as the small lady walked across Dienwald’s bedchamber that this female was very nice and probably hadn’t a mean bone in her very feminine body. She was also heavy with child. She was married to that huge warrior. For an instant Philippa imagined that huge man covering this very small female. It didn’t seem possible. But it didn’t matter. This Kassia was safely out of the way; Dienwald was safe from her perfection.

It was an unspeakable relief.

“Forgive me,” Philippa said. “Would you care for some milk perhaps? I don’t imagine that Dienwald thought of that.”

“Nay, I am fine as I am, and no, he didn’t. He is a man much like my dear lord. Tell me, what is your real name?”

Philippa wanted to spit it out, all of it, but she paused. She realized that she didn’t want Dienwald to be put upon or doubted or questioned, even by his friends. Nor did she want to go to her cousin Walter. She wanted to stay right here. “Morgan is my name,” she said, and her chin went up.

Kassia thought: You’re a truly awful liar. She merely smiled at the tall, very lovely girl who sat on Dienwald’s bed, a blanket wrapped around her. What was she doing here? It was a mystery, and Kassia was quickly fascinated. Then she thought of Robert Burnell’s visit and of Dienwald as the husband of Edward’s illegitimate daughter and how she and her husband had praised Dienwald’s very eyebrows to Burnell. She felt a frisson of worry, but shook it off.

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