His Enemy's Daughter by Brisbin Terri

Author:Brisbin, Terri [Brisbin, Terri]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, General, Medieval, Historical, Fiction
ISBN: 0373296347
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-03-01T08:00:00+00:00

Sybilla nodded to allow Guermont entrance to her chambers. A day had passed since the visitors had been here and work around the manor seemed to be getting back to the usual pace of it. At least she thought so from the sounds out in the yard and the descriptions her maids provided of the height and width of the wall.

‘My lady, will you accompany me to the chapel? Father Medwyn wishes to speak to you.’ Sybilla hesitated.

‘The chapel? Can he not come here to speak on whatever matter concerns him?’

‘I am but carrying out orders, my lady. I do not know the subject he wishes to speak about, or the reason for bringing you to him.’

Guermont sounded aggrieved. And why not, since he carried out many duties and did not have the time to stand here arguing with her. He sighed then.

‘Your pardon, my lady,’ he began. ‘I did not mean to take out my ill temper on you.’

‘It matters not, Guermont. You but surprised me,’ she said, rising and holding out her hand to him. ‘I am ready. Aldys, you need not accompany me.’

She did not know Father Medwyn at all, but she did not want her maid milling about if he needed to speak of private matters. All she knew of the priest was that he had arrived with Lord Soren and stayed. He was Saxon, from the west, in Wessex where the Godwinsons’ centre of power lay. But other than that and the fact that he’d performed their wedding, she knew him not.

Guermont continued his practice of counting each pace they took and he stopped to allow her a moment before they began the terrifying climb down the stairs. This time there was something else.

‘Lady, reach out your right hand to the wall next to you,’ he said. ‘Nay, lower.’ Sybilla touched a rope there, hung from a post in the stone wall.

‘What is it?’ She slid her hand along it and noticed it descended with the stairs.

‘Something to give you support. Lord Soren thought if you gripped it, you would feel more at ease walking down these steps.’

Startled by his actions, Sybilla tried holding the rope as Guermont guided her down. It did help. Their journey down seemed smoother and quicker than previous ones. When they reached the bottom, Sybilla could not help but smile over such an aid. Though she knew not the reasons behind this action, she was pleased by it. Guermont paused then as though they would stop, but they continued on after but a brief hesitation. It took little time to walk to the chapel, for the path had been smoothed and a stone walkway now led to it rather than the one made of packed earth. Guermont led her inside when they arrived.

‘Lady Sybilla, welcome,’ a man said. ‘I am Father Medwyn, late of Shildon, but now serving Lord Soren and the people here.’ She heard some piece of furniture scraping along the stone floor towards her as he spoke.

‘Here now, lady,’ he continued.

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