Jude Deveraux The Conquest by Jude Deveraux The Conquest

Author:Jude Deveraux The Conquest [Conquest, Jude Deveraux The]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePub Bud (www.epubbud.com)
Published: 2011-09-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

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Zared walked back to the tents, her body shaking with both anger and fear. What in the world had she done?

"You were gone long enough," Severn snapped at her. She almost let him have a piece of her mind. How could he be ill-tempered with her after what she'd just done for him? Agreed to do for him, she corrected herself. So far none of the horror that could happen had happened.

The thought cheered her a bit. Perhaps nothing bad was going to happen. Perhaps she and Severn could stay in the tent until his last run on the tourney field, then they could go home and pretend nothing had happened. Perhaps people would forget all about the mysterious Black Knight, and about the mud in Severn's helmet, and about the banner with the satyr on it.

Sure, she thought, and God will give me angel's wings tomorrow. Severn dropped his dagger, and Zared jumped half a foot.

"What ails you?" he asked.

"Nothing. I am fine. I have no problems. My life is a joy." Severn smiled. "Missing Smith, are you?"

"It is good you have bone in your head, for you have no brain to hold your helmet off your neck."

"I'll brook no such insolence from you," he said, and in one lunge he was across the tent after her.

Zared didn't try to escape him as she usually did. Instead she felt like having a good, rousing fight, so she put her head down and rammed Severn in the stomach. He grunted, then grabbed the back of her clothes and pulled her away.

"What the hell's wrong with you?" he asked just before she swung her leg and kicked him in the shin.

"Why, you little—" he gasped, tossing her to the cot. Severn had every intention of teaching his little sister a much-needed lesson, but in walked Smith, a tearstained, richly dressed woman held firmly to his side. Severn looked up from Zared and caught both her elbows in his ribs. With a grunt he cuffed her one across the head and sent her rolling off the cot.

"What is this?" Severn asked, rising.

Zared rolled away from the side of the tent, shook her head to clear it, and stood, narrowing her eyes at the Howard man as soon as she saw him.

"Tell him," Tearle said to the woman.

She began to cry, then she lowered her head and shook it no. Tearle tightened his arm about her waist. "I will give you to him," he threatened.

The woman gave a quick look at Severn, and there was fear in her eyes.

"My brother is not—" Zared said, meaning to say that he was not to be used as punishment, but Tearle cut her off.

"Tell him!" he ordered.

The woman sniffed. "She will kill me."

Tearle didn't say another word to the woman, but then he didn't have to. His look was quite enough for the woman.

Zared watched the woman cry a bit more. When she spoke, at first her words were so soft she could barely be heard.

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