Colliding Edges
Gypsy Passion and Celtic Soul
Part 1
By J.W. Heart
Disclaimers: This is an original work, while the characters may remind
us of certain physical traits of the well known duo that's where it ends,
The rest is mine...all mine.
Sexual Disclaimer: Yes, there will eventually be sex. While this is
an alternative piece it will also elude to m/f relations as well. So if the
idea of two woman in love bothers you...I suggest you move on. Some of this
may at times become graphic in it's description...so be warned.
Hurt/Comfort/General angst: What is life without pain? Yes our characters
will experience a bit of all of these things I'm afraid.
Pay Attention! I am NOT a historian and this piece is NOT meant to
be an accurate. The places are real, the setting and timeline are fiction
as are the supporting characters. Let's not quibble about the inaccuracy of
my facts, I made it up people. I have added a few facts that lend to believablity
but that's all. The Romany words and some of the customs are as close to fact
as I can find and the definitions are at the end in case you really need to
know.
Thank You: I really have to thank Alec Rene for her pushing when I
needed to be pushed and her input for what works and what doesn't. As beta's
go she's one of the best. I also have to thank Tea for her fresh eye and putting
up with my sometimes impossible grammar. You both have my undying gratitude.
And Last: All comments, questions, and concerns for my mental health
can be directed to...wildheart@tm.net
The Romany words...
Daj.......Mother
Nano...Uncle
Dev......God
Kapo....Chief
Chey.....Girl
Chapter 1
The rolling, green hills passed by on either side of the bouncing wagon as
the Romany made their way down the dusty road. The huge walls of the castle
lay barely visible in the distance. The Romany were never invited to these
sorts of gatherings but that never stopped them from making their presence
known. Often thought of by proper folk as thieves and rogues, they were looked
upon as an unwanted element. However, rich purses were not something the Romany
could pass over lightly and King Edward's tournament was sure to attract very
wealthy attendees.
The rough caravan made its way across the land. Avoiding the soldiers as best
they could. Often making camp deep in the forest well off the main roads.
This last leg of the journey to the castle forced the Romany to camp among
the other people making their way to the festivities. They moved their wagons
away from the others hoping not to call too much attention to themselves as
yet. Quick and efficient as only a people who lived on the move can be, they
set about their tasks. Removing the horses from the wagons, setting up makeshift
pens for livestock they traveled with. Fires were started for the evening
meal. Children ran about laughing and playing while indulgent parents looked
on. Soon the colorful wagons were lit by a half a dozen fires and the Romany
settled down to await their meal.
A large man with coal black hair stood back and took in the sight of his people
going about their chores. As the Kapo for his family he over saw everything
they need attend to. His deep brown eyes scanning the camp settled upon the
bouncing blonde head of a young girl, short hair whipping about her head as
she laughed and played with the little ones.
Unlike the other women of the Romany, Mika often chose to wear more masculine
attire; pants and boots, along with a sturdy linen shirt covered by a bright
green vest. Saying this is how she felt most comfortable often adding with
a wicked grin...it was much better suited to using a sword then a dress was.
Her Nano's could not fault her attire. There were times when her masculine
appearance often saved her from the advances of the townsmen in those places
where the Romany were thought of as tramps and harlots. However as time often
brings change it did so to Mika's body as well and no matter what her attire
no one could deny that under the often-dirty face and masculine clothing there
was a very well formed woman. Many times she had become forceful with those
who would not take “no” as an answer from the young woman.
Returning his attention to the present a gentle smile graced his handsome
face. Trying to smother a laugh at the girls antics, knowing she should be
helping her Daj with the evening meal, but unable to bring himself
to admonish her.
“You have too much of a soft spot for that one you know Corwin, letting
her get away with such silliness,” said an old woman with laughing eyes
looking up at him, teasing him with a gentle smile.
“I know Daj” he sighed. “But can you blame me my indulgence?”
taking the old woman's hand kissing it softly before he tucked it under his
arm. “She's special, her spark and lust for life fills my tired soul,
besides I do not wish to rile her temper,” he laughed.
The old woman laughed with him “I can see your point there my boy,”
she agreed shaking her head “as much as she is a joy her temper is legend
among the Romany already. But as the Kapo it is your job to make sure
she also does her part as a member of this family,” she chided him gently.
He watched his Daj make her way to the caravan to help her daughter
with the food.
He looked thoughtfully at his niece. Since the time she was born into his
family he knew she was going to be a handful and a handful she was. His dear
sister Mala was driven nearly to tears many times from the antics and schemes
of this young woman. Yes his young niece could be best described as a rogue.
Her devilish charm and disarming manor had turned the head of many. Much to
the dismay of her Daj and everyone else she tended to focus that charm on
the young women in the towns and villages they visited. If any of the family
were bothered by this fact it was only because she would often succeed where
others failed. Most just accepted it as part of the essence of this beautiful
woman.
Mikayla was special and they all knew it. She was fierce and loyal, the Romany
passion ran strongly through her veins even if her paternal parentage was
not Romany. A fact made obvious by her coloring. Where the Romany were dark,
swarthy people, this girl was fair. She did stand out among the others of
the family but that did not mean she was any less Romany. In fact Corwin thought
it made her even more determined to be the best the Romany people had to offer.
And despite her occasional flights of fancy she really was the best they had.
She had learned early to ride and drive the wagons. Where she could be temperamental
with people she was gentle and caring with the animals and beasts she trained
were some of the best they had. But the best of all was that her quick wits
and intelligence coupled with those fair looks made her very good when it
came time to make their living. Whether she was scouting a crowd for potential
customers or chatting up some guard to get her family out of a rather sticky
situation, she always excelled. He shook himself from his revelry, sighed
deeply and made his way over to his errant niece.
The children were sitting contently listening to Mikayla's telling of a story
she made up on today's long ride. Talking animatedly with her hands, as was
her habit, bright green eyes expressive and intelligent. The children loved
her stories, they loved that she took the time to play with them and listen
to them. Most of all they loved, that no matter what, the feisty blonde always
made time for them. Those sharp green eyes glanced up from the young faces
of her audience to see her Nano Corwin heading in her direction.
Uh oh, guess playtime's over.
Corwin came up behind the group of young ones standing with his hands on his
hips looking intently at his impish niece. Mikayla, for her part, flashed
him a huge grin that lit up her face, making her eyes dance. But as he looked
into those eyes he saw the mischief lurking there and knew he was in for a
rough time here.
“Excuse me Chey do you feel that you are exempt from helping with
the chores?” he said with mock severity. The children, not understanding
the humor behind his words, scattered in all directions heading off to find
their own parents. Taught early on that when the Kapo spoke you made yourself
scarce. Corwin watched the children scatter barely able to contain his laughter
he looked to his beautiful niece “Something I said?”
Mikayla stood to all of her 5'4 height, her grin slowly fading, mimicking
his stance, hands on hips and stared him in the eye. “Why do you insist
on scaring small children?” she said in exasperation.
He stepped closer to his little spitfire
niece. “Because my golden one, its what a good Kapo does, we scare
small children and argue with runts like you”, he paused and smiled at
her knowing that comment would get her dander up. “It's fun,” he
watched as the fire leapt into her eyes and threatened to spark off her temper.
Dev help him but he did love to rile this child, he always had, she
was a thing of wild beauty when she was angry, all fire and passion.
Mikayla stepped closer to her dear Nano tilting her head to look up
at the massive man. This could be fun. Allowing her mischievous nature
to take hold, she prepared to make her dear Nano extremely uncomfortable.
“Runt! You did not call me a runt,” she said in outrage. Her face
flush red and Corwin stepped back and waited for what he was sure was going
to be a full-blown tirade.
Not one to disappoint, Mikayla started pacing back and forth in front of the
family's Kapo. Okay first the guilt. “I know that my dear
Nano, a man who practically raised me, a man who claims to love me
as his own, a man who taught me everything I know,” she smiled evilly,
“including, how to use as a sword as well as himself.” Alright,
now for the little innocent girl charm. She continued her plan to bait
her Nano. “That man did not just call me, Runt. Did he Nano?”
she paused. “I mean this great man that I look to as my father would
never intentionally hurt me by making fun of something as uncontrollable as
my size.” And finally the kicker she smiled to herself. She stopped
in front of the now abashed man and pouted prettily.
Damn! How did I go from having some simple fun to feeling like a first class
heel? The girl is good. He chuckled to himself. Well and she has a
pout that would make a two year old envious. He looked up sheepishly
at his niece and smiled slightly.
Mikayla, trying to hold it together finally broke out laughing “Nano
you are so easy,” she said as she reached up and kissed the man's cheek
then turned and ran off to help her Daj.
Corwin stood in the center of the camp blushing and sputtering. Torn between
going after the little scamp and trying to regain his dignity. Finally deciding
it was best just to ignore that the young woman had gotten him good and went
to inspect the camp.
Mikayla skidded to halt in front of her Daj. Kissing the older woman's
cheek she smiled and tried to look repentant for her absence. “Sorry
Daj, what can I do to help?” Mikayla asked politely.
Mala looked up at her only child. So young and so full of life, she
thought wistfully. But she is more than a handful. “Well my daughter,
since you've timed your arrival so well, there is little left to do but wait,”
she scolded playfully then wrapped a slender arm around her beautiful child.
“Perhaps we could use this time to talk about proper behavior for the
niece of the family's Kapo”.
Mikayla winced knowing she was about to be reprimanded for her outburst in
front of the family with her Nano. Granted probably not the best-timed
thing she'd ever done. Knowing that every member of the family should treat
her Nano with respect. In fairness though, he did start it.
“Now, my girl, you know better then to tease your Nano like that. He
is a man after all and is easily swayed by that pout of yours,” she chided
the girl. “Please keep your antics to a minimum while we're at the castle,
ok?” her mother pleaded. “We must make a strong showing there and
Corwin has to appear to be in complete control of his family, it is the best
way to avoid trouble. Keep your temper under control as well little one, it
has gotten you in more then one unfortunate circumstance,” Mala warned.
One or two ill timed outbursts, a couple dalliances with the wrong people,
A fight or three with some less then intelligent men and you were forever
made to feel the guilt. Mikayla looked down at her feet, being properly
chastised she mumbled her compliance.
“That's my girl,” her Daj said brightly kissing the young
woman's fair head. “Now, let's get supper together. Go turn the meat.”
The little spitfire skipped off to accomplish her task, leaving her mother
behind watching her and with a shake of her dark head she sent up a prayer.
Knowing that although her only child would try to stay away from trouble she
did tend to attract it like no other she had ever known. Please Dev let
that girl not find trouble. Or do not let trouble find her.
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The evening meal had been eaten and the members of the family had settled
into their camp readying themselves for bed. The family elders sat around
the fire discussing a plan to enter the castle walls. Although they had never
really ventured into this part of the world as of yet, the Romany were seldom
welcome to such events. They would have to be careful in their approach to
the gates and especially cautious when inside the gates. No one wanted to
end up in the castle dungeons.
The evening wore on as they bickered about the best approach and the seeming
lack of plan was frustrating Corwin. In most cases they had no need of actually
entering inside the castle walls, most places they chose to earn their living
had no walls and thus they could camp outside a town and move freely about
a city.
Corwin was new to being the Kapo for his clan and was at a loss. His younger
brother thought it was best if they just rode right up to the gates as any
regular citizens of the realm. This caused Corwin to frown. Luca always
was a stubborn proud ass and he hoped it wouldn't one day end him in a prison
somewhere …or worse at the end of a hangman's noose. The other elder
men thought they should send in scouts to check out the guard schedules and
find a way to sneak them in under the cover of darkness. For some reason that
amused the Kapo. Shaking his head he thought. Old men, only thinking of
glory and stories to tell around campfires in the winter. He looked around
at the people he was to lead for the rest of his days, feeling a slight tightness
in his chest; he truly hoped he could do right by them.
Sitting unusually quiet beside the wagon was his impish niece. He had spotted
her soon after the meeting began and knew she was listening intently to what
was being discussed. He figured somewhere in her scheming little head she
had a plan. She always has a plan. He snorted. Corwin honestly did
admire her intelligence and quick wit and while sometimes her ideas were not
feasible they were creative. I should just call her over and see what the
idea is or she's going to wake me in the night to tell me anyway…she
had before. Sighing deeply he shook his head and did what he was sure
would bring about an argument between the men, he called his beloved niece
over to the fire.
“Okay Mika you've been listening to this for the past hour and I know
you have an idea so before you feel the need to wake me up later, tell me
now, what you would do to get us into the castle?” he stood and crossed
his arms over his chest.
As he had predicted the men shouted their outrage at this slip of a girl's
inclusion to their little circle. He knew he would have to defend his decision
to ask her for her input. “Gentlemen please, I know it is not our custom
to ask help of the fairer sex especially in such matters. But we all know
that Mika is not an ordinary Romany woman. She can fight like any of us, and
better then some,” he smirked as some of the men looked away in shame
knowing that fact to be true having met Mika's blade themselves. “We
also know that her skills as a huckster and her ability to talk the ear off
a mule makes her an invaluable part of our family.” The older men chuckled
and nodded their agreement. “So I ask for her opinion on this and hope
that you will all listen and save your comments.” This seemed to have
turned the tensions away for now. “Okay, Mika, make me proud,” he
grinned at his niece.
Mika made her way over to the fire standing between her Nano's Corwin
and Luca. She had not expected to be asked her opinion and truly did believe
she would have to wait until late in the night to wake her Nano to tell him
the brilliant plan she had. Of course she thought most of her plans were brilliant
even the ones that didn't go as expected. This was no different. She had been
listening and came up with a plan in the first minutes of conversation. Aright
this is going to be a tough sell. She looked at the men with her bright
green eyes dancing in the firelight. Hmmm…can't just demand they do
it my way. Having tried this in the past she knew it would not work here
any better then it had then. Well Mika, time to play the game, make the
old men feel important.
“Well Nano while all the plans I heard tonight were very good.”
Corwin smiled at the girl's diplomacy gently nudging her to continue. She
smiled at the older man. “I fear that they will either take us far to
long to accomplish or get us into more trouble then we really wish to bring
on ourselves,” she cleared her throat nervously before she went on, looking
at the faces of the men to see how they were reacting. She noted that most
were barely paying attention. Time to pour on the charm. “Therefore,
I think the simplest plan would be the best.”
One of the older men spoke up making his agitation known. “Well girl
what is this simple plan of yours then,” he groused.
Remember Mika, charm, and then if they don't listen, cram it down their throats.
She flashed a grin at the old man causing him to blush. “Well Kore,
I know you are a very wise man and this plan will appeal to you especially
as I am sure you would have thought of it yourself in time,” she winked
at the older man and continued. “I believe we should split up the caravan
and enter the gates separately. Grandfather Nicolae used this once I remember
when I was young.” There was a scattering of laughter. She grinned again
and looked shyly at the men “Ok, when I was younger then,” she joined
the laughter. After they settled she went on to explain the plan further.
“Anyway, he split the caravan and made the family dress down from our
usual colors so we wouldn't attract any undo attention,” she explained,
her hands and arms gesturing wildly. “Later when we all were inside we
met back up. The first ones made camp and then as the others arrived; they
just set up around them. Eventually we were all together and the guard were
none the wiser.” I knew with the mention of Grandfather's name I would
get their complete attention and if I have to share the credit then so be
it. She ended her speech with a wicked grin making the men laugh yet again.
“Well my friends,” Corwin began, “while the plan would mean
more work for us to start, I have to say it does seem sound and by far the
safest I've heard thus far,” Corwin knew they were going to argue anyway.
He thought most times they did it just to test their new young Kapo. It didn't
take long and the men erupted claiming it would be too difficult. There was
no guarantee that they would find a place to camp along side each other. Who
would lead the wagons? Who would walk? They were mostly easy things to address.
But that didn't stop them from arguing; leaving Corwin shaking his head wondering
if they would ever find their beds this night.
Mika sat down and listened to the men argue and bicker. Men can be incredibly
dense at times, they know this is the best plan but do they work it out together,
NO! They would rather sit around like children and argue over a little bit
of work. Well Dev'll damn me if I let them ruin this chance for us. We need
the money this festival will bring to get us through the winter. Her temper
growing by the minute she listened. Until she could take no more and despite
her Nano's warning glance at her, she let them know exactly how she
felt.
Corwin saw the fire in his fair niece's eyes, he knew that she had had enough
of all this whining. And although he tried to warn her off, he also knew that
she was not going to back down now. She never did when she was challenged
and these men had done just that. Challenged her. For Mika, it was now a matter
of pride.
An angry young woman jumped to her feet, storming over to the men. Her face
flushed with the ire she felt, her eyes dancing dangerously. “Of all
the stupid, idiotic, lame things you choose to argue about, who walks and
who drives the wagons has got to be some of the dumbest reasons I've heard
not to go along with this plan!” She was pacing now, hands gesturing
to punctuate her words. “Do you lay in your beds at night and think of
new ways to be this dense?” she questioned sarcastically. “This
is the best plan we have if you don't want to spend the rest of your days
in a dungeon and you all know it. I suggests gentlemen,” she sneered,
“that you set aside your petty concerns and look at what's good for the
clan. We need this festival, we have a long winter coming and we are getting
nowhere sitting here bicker like old women,” she was all but yelling
now. “If it's that I came up with this plan, then fine! Take the credit
yourselves I don't care. But you know we need to do this and with or without
you I will be entering that city tomorrow.” Fed up with the men she stormed
off into the darkness leaving them sitting in wonder.
She wandered around the wagons in the dark fuming at the stupidity and stubbornness
of her clansmen. Finally coming to rest on a large rock. She had meant what
she said; with or without them she would enter the city. It was easy for her;
she looked much like any other citizen here. Well, so much for charming
them. I've probably angered them so much they will toss out the idea altogether.
I really need to learn to keep my temper in check. I am going into the city.
I feel something here, something pulling me. There's something here I need.
Something about this place has hold of my heart I need to know why.
Corwin nudged her shoulder bringing her back to herself. “Well my
beautiful girl you have shamed a bunch of old men into complying with your
plan,” he gave her a very relieved smile. “Come on chey,
time for bed,” he chuckled. Looping an arm around her shoulders, Corwin
gently hugged his favorite niece. “It was a very good plan little one,
using your Grandfather's good name was brilliant, very diplomatic of you.
As well as rather sneaky,” he grinned and Mika laughed.
“Well Nano, I am Romany, sneaky is what I do,” again they laughed
as he agreed with her.
“So, we will use this plan of yours to get us into the city gates, and
you, my little schemer, will be staying with me the whole way. We will enter
after everyone else to make sure we are all past.”
Mika wanted to protest this idea, she wanted to get into the city as soon
as possible and see all the strange and wonderful things and try to find the
reason she felt so strongly about this place. But she knew that her Nano
was paying her a great honor by keeping her at his side. An honor that she
would not refuse. She sighed deeply and nodded her consent.
Corwin grinned, he knew she was anxious to see the city and the castle for
she was always curious about new things and this would be no different. “Don't
worry Mika, it'll be a great adventure. Now off to bed, we have many preparations
to make tomorrow I want you well rested.”
Mika hugged him one last time and climbed into the wagon she shared with her
Daj. Looking back over her shoulder she whispered “Goodnight Nano.”
Corwin saw her in and then turned to find his own bed for the night.
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Mika, never an early riser, was shaken from her slumber by an insistent hand.
“Come now daughter,” her mother gently prodded. “Your Nano
is wanting you outside to help with the preparations.” Mikayla groaned
in protest, pulled the blanket further over her head and promptly fell back
to sleep. Mala knew her daughter's morning habit and having anticipated this
response grabbed a corner of the coverlet and whipped it back off the bed
leaving the body under it exposed to the morning chill. Mika jumped like a
startled rabbit, landing in a heap on the floor of the wagon. Her mother stood
and laughed. “That should teach you to get up the first time you're called.”
Mika stood and looked out the window with blurry sleep filled eyes. Not at
all happy that day hadn't even broken yet. Her hair sticking up in various
directions she rubbed her tired eyes and managed to pull her self together.
She stumbled out of the wagon; still tucking in her shirt as she passed a
morning cook fire, she grabbed a piece of bread and headed out to find her
demanding Nano. “I hate morning,” she grumbled as she passed
the other people waiting for breakfast.
Corwin was busy filling the people in on the plan to enter the city and while
many were not pleased that they would be separated, they did know it was probably
for the best. The wagons would be separated and go in at spaced intervals.
Luca, Corwin's brother, agreed to lead the first wagon and find a suitable
site for them to camp. He would then send a runner back to the gate to await
the others and show them were to go. It would continue this way until all
the wagons were inside. Then Corwin and Mika would enter on foot after they
had made sure the rest of the family was safely past the gate.
The camp slowly came to life after daylight. It was not going to be a good
day for the weather and a light mist had already started to fall on the Romany
as they worked on the wagons to make them appear less colorful. Slowly things
began to take shape and each of the wagons were made to look as much like
any other found in the realm as they could. Clothing had been changed from
the rich, vibrant colors they usually wore to more homespun, rough wear of
the other citizens they'd seen. Women covered their dark tresses with kerchiefs
and the men wore plain straw hats.
Mikayla, for her part thought it best to not bring attention to her femininity
and found a tight shirt that would hold down her more womanly attributes.
Clad in her breeches and vest, topped off the look with a straw hat like the
other men were wearing, she walked along behind the last wagon of the caravan
with her Nano. “We're going to get thoroughly soaked Nano,”
she said as the rain dripped dismally off the rim of her hat.
“I know little one but we do what we must. I think Luca is ready to lead
the wagon through the gate, lets head to that hill over there and see that
all goes well. That will put us position incase we are needed,” he took
off leaving her to follow him up the small incline that would give them a
much better view of the travelers and the gate.
There were many people gathering at the gates trying to get into the city
to set up their camps and get out of this miserable rain. While the wet and
cold were not pleasant it was a blessing to the Romany, for they knew the
guards would not be looking as closely, assuring that their cover as simple
farmers and merchants would hold. Together they stood and watched as the guard
did a perfunctory search of the first wagon and allowed Luca to enter into
the city's gate. They both heaved a sigh of relief and Corwin turned to Mika.
“Well if they let my hot headed brother in the rest will be simple.”
Mika nodded. Her Nano Luca had always been a quick-tempered man. He
had a good heart and was very important to the family as the son of the Kapo.
Smaller than her Nano Corwin and the youngest of her grandmother's children,
he always seemed to be making up for what he felt were shortcomings. So he
tended to do wild and impetuous things that often led to trouble. Mika was
just glad that this time he kept his head. In truth she loved her Nano
Luca as much as Corwin, he was creative and intelligent and taught her many
things. He never told her she couldn't do something just because she was a
woman. In fact none of her family ever restricted her because of her gender,
a rarity among the Romany. But they knew as well as she, that Mika was different.
So the things she chose to do were just accepted.
They stood on that small ridge for several hours as the rain soaked through
their clothing and penetrated their skin, chilling them both thoroughly. They
chatted amiably about what they saw. There were people from every walk of
life it seemed to Mika. Entertainers and musicians, farmers and merchants,
some rode in wagons, some on horseback. There were many in fancy clothes riding
on fancy horses or wagons. Her Nano told her those would be the nobles. She
had never seen anything as rich and grand as some of these people and wanted
a closer look.
After the last of the family had made it through the gate without any problems
they made their way back to the road. By this time there were few people waiting
to get into the city. The rains had finally stopped but the sun was setting
and the air became chilled. The road was muddy and Mika was covered to her
knees in muck. Her temper was starting to rise; she was wet, cold, dirty and
more then ready for a meal. She also had a feeling as though something were
coming. A deep gnawing in the pit of her stomach, which made her very uneasy.
As they walked to the gates one of the guards gave a shout telling them to
move aside. Mika looked up in time to see four large horses heading right
at them and just barely managed to jump out of the way before being trampled
by the beasts. The move landed her squarely in a puddle, taking away any dignity
she may have had left and sending her temper to an all time high. “Of
all the inconsiderate, selfish …,” she was about to jump forward
and tell the horsemen just what they could do with their great fancy beasts
when her Nano grabbed her back.
“NO!” he shouted. “These are not men to unleash your temper
on little one,” holding her tight to his massive chest. “Just let
it go, we'll be warm and dry soon.”
Mika sunk back further into Corwin's firm embrace, and nodded her consent,
taking comfort in her Nano's arms.
Corwin pointed, “See that.” She looked up to see a beautifully crafted
carriage approaching and nodded again. “That is why the horsemen were
going so fast. That is the carriage of one of the greater nobles. Probably
someone very important to the king.”
She watched as the carriage came closer trying to see inside, wanting to get
a glimpse of the passenger. When the carriage got about even with her she
finally saw into the interior. She froze in her stance; all she saw were sky
blue eyes. The color of the sky on a summer's day, clear and bright. She took
in a sharp breath feeling like she had been struck in the chest. And as quickly
as that, they were past. Leaving her feeling bereft like something important
had just been lost. She shook herself from the moment and looked to her Nano
wondering if he felt what she did. She saw his face and knew it was only she
who had fallen into those eyes. They had stared right at her, through her.
Sighing to herself, great, now I'm going to be haunted by blue eyes. She
smiled, but they were beautiful.
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It took them another half hour to get past the gate. The guards were gruff
but eventually they were allowed to pass when Corwin produced a purse with
enough gold to pay for their lodgings. Mika had remained quiet through it
all. Reflecting on those eyes and wondering if she would ever see them again.
It was now full on dark and they went in search of the rest of the family
hoping to find things set up. All either wanted was a warm bath and food.
Inside the city gate was what could only be called barely organized chaos.
People were everywhere. Stages had been set up and every manner of performer
was demonstrating their craft. The merchants had stalls set among the stages
selling everything one could every want or need. And some things none had
ever heard of. Jugglers and fire-eaters walked among the crowds. Wine was
flowing freely. In short it was the perfect place for the Romany to make a
living and amid the chaos they would draw little attention. They had walked
for another half an hour Corwin stopped at one of the many food stalls and
bought them some much-needed dinner. Lamb slowly roasted on sticks.
They were just passing the stables when a young boy darted out and caught
up to them. “Kapo!” he called.
Corwin looked down to find the bright face of Pani, one the boys sent out
in his brothers wagon. “Ah young man,” Corwin beamed at him “you
are a sight for sore eyes.”
Mika looked over at the boy and mumbled “And sore feet.” They followed
behind allowing Pani lead them to the family's camp.
The spot Luca had picked was perfect, large enough for all the wagons and
livestock. Still rather cramped but that was expected due to the amount of
people. They had the fires going and the camp was all but set. Mala rushed
out of the wagon to greet her daughter. “Whoa my little one, were you
rolling in the mud?” she questioned playfully. The comment only earned
her a rather scathing glance from her filthy child. “Well come on little
grump and lets get you clean and dry,” her mother cooed as she lead Mika
to a tub of warm water behind a blanket. Corwin set off to make sure everyone
was set and had what they needed.
Mika stripped off her wet, dirty clothing and scrubbed every surface of her
body. Absently wondering how mud could get in some of those places. Once she
was clean and dry, she changed into a fresh set of clothing. It felt good
to be unbound from her tight shirt. Never thought it would feel so wonderful
to be clean, dry and able to breathe. Now, I wonder what kind of trouble
I can find before we have to settle down for the night. She grinned evilly
and set off to see the sights. The sudden flash of sky blue eyes made her
stop, but she quickly shook away the vision and headed out into the city.
Chapter 2
Erin McGorry sat in the swaying carriage looking out the window at the passing
countryside; made dreary by the rains that had started that morning. Her usually
sparkling sky blue eyes were filled with unshed tears as she tried valiantly
to hold back the tide of emotion she felt inside. She had promised her father
that she would come to this place. That she would do her best to honor the
King's request. But that didn't ease the ache in her heart or the longing
she felt to be back in Ireland, back at McGorry Glen. She blinked back the
tears and continued to stare out the window. Thinking about that fateful day
that brought her to this place.
Her Father, Lord Aidan McGorry, was seated behind his desk in the study
when she'd come in. He didn't notice her at first, giving Erin a chance to
study the older man. He was still a very vital man, his features still strong
and the trademark McGorry blue eyes were still full of life. Although today
she noted, they seemed clouded by something but she didn't know what. His
hair was still as dark as hers but with a dab of gray sprinkled throughout
making him looked distinguished. He seemed to Erin to be lost in some deep
pondering and she was loath to shake him from whatever matter had him so distracted.
But he had sent for her, so shaking herself from her own revelry she gently
cleared he throat to get his attention.
Lord Aidan looked to the doorway of his study to see his beautiful daughter,
gazing into her shining blue eyes, so much like his own; he smiled and waved
her in. After having her take a seat in front of the fireplace he began to
pace. Lord Aidan knew Erin was curious as to why she had been called to him.
It wasn't often he had her tend him unless he needed her advice and he was
sure she thought that was what this conference was about. However, he was
about to disappoint his only child. He studied her a minute more noting, not
for the first time, that even though she was truly a McGorry with her raven
hair and blue eyes, she also had so much of her mother in her it almost pained
him to see her. High cheek bones and stubborn chin, her athletic frame and
natural grace. These were all traits she had inherited from his late beloved
wife Brenna. He watched as she sat fidgeting under his scrutiny.
“Da?” she questioned. “Did ya want me 'ere ta stare at me or
was there a reason ya 'ad me called?” she said, slightly raising a dark
eyebrow in a question.
“And what if I did just call ya 'ere ta stare young lady?” he teased.
“Yer my daughter and I 'appen ta find ya quite lovely. And from the potential
suitors we been turnin away I'd say I would'na be the only one who thinks
that,” he smirked at his now blushing child.
True though it was. They had turned away more men in the last year since her
coming of age then he cared to count and all seeking to court this statuesque
beauty that was his daughter. Only she had turned down every request. Not
that Aidan minded, in truth he really didn't want his daughter married and
moved away from him but he knew there would come a time when just that would
happen. And after he had received the post today he was sure that others in
the King's service sought to bring about just that thing.
“Erin” he began his banter turning more serious. “I received
a request from the King's Royal Court today,” he saw the immediate concern
in his daughter's eyes.
“Ya aren't bein called ta the court are ya Da? What does the King 'ave
need o' ya fer now?” she groaned with a mild bit of irritation. The last
time her father had been called on by the King he was gone for months and
still limping from an injury he'd received in battle. Since that time she
and her father had had many heated discussions about the King and his politics.
The whole idea of a request from him left Erin more then a bit leery.
“Nay nay Erin, 'tis nothing like that. No child this request was about
ya lass. It seems the King's eldest boy is o' a mind ta get 'imself wed. The
King 'imself 'as requested several young noble women be sent directly ta the
palace fer this event. There's ta be a festival and knight games ta honor
the occasion. He watched the confusion play across her beautiful face and
be quickly replaced by a look of utter horror.
She gulped nervously “Da, I will'na be paraded in front o' some little
prince like a brood mare,” she stated irately. “Ya can thank the
King for 'is invitation but I'll na' be joinin' this little venture,”
she stared defiantly at her Father, her irritation showing in her face.
“Well lass that be a good thing 'cuz ya were'na sent fer ta be a candidate
fer his son, it's the Princess you'll be keeping company with,” Aidan
chuckled in amusement. Erin did not often show her temper nor was she given
to jumping to conclusions but when she did he was often delighted by her responses.
Erin sat in shock looking at her father like he had grown an extra head. Not
quite sure she had heard him right. “The Princess?” she asked truly
puzzled. “What could the Princess possibly want me fer?” she looked
to her father and became more irritated by the bemused look on his handsome
face.
“Settle down lass, it's a simple matter really. Seems Princess Fay 'as
come o' an age ta be present in the court and her Mother Queen Margery is
selecting 'er ladies in waiting. That's what this is all about. The King and
Queen 'ave requested ya be one o' those ladies,” he explained hoping
to calm his ever reddening daughter. Seeing that Erin was not finding this
to be at all a likeable situation he quickly added. “Tis' supposed to
be quite an honor lass,” he looked down at the floor suddenly finding
the wood grain of some fascination.
Somehow the honor part was lost on Erin. She was sure that at this point her
poor father had truly lost his mind. “Da”, she said smiling sweetly
with her eyes still ablaze. “If it's considered an honor ta follow around
behind some spoiled, giggling, empty headed, little girl, then ya can borrow
some o' my dresses and go yerself. Cuz I'll na' be playing jester fer a little
fool nor will I be at the mercy o' the bats in court,” she hissed through
tight lips, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
Aidan really did understand his child's problem with this. He knew she was
far from stupid and he himself had taught her the politics of King and court.
They both knew, without speaking of it, that this request hadn't been made
simply because the young princess was in need of friends. Even if that were
the case Erin would not have been counted among them. No, this was a political
ploy through and through. The King wanting to assure that the Lord of McGorry
Glen and its surrounding lands remain loyal to him and he plans to ensure
that by finding a suitable mate for his beloved daughter. Preferably someone
already under the Kings power.
However, the request had been made and to refuse would truly bring about the
King's wrath. Aidan was just not ready yet to face what King Edward might
send his way should he not honor this request. In the same token he was not
going to sacrifice his own child to afford him the extra time he needed to
gather the support still needed to stand up to the King. It was a difficult
choice to be sure. The only way Aidan saw to prevent a confrontation was to
supply his child with the truth in hopes that she would agree to the plan
he had to save them all from any farce of a marriage or unwanted allegiances.
He looked soulfully into the eyes of his cherished daughter. “Erin, we
know that ' e wishes ta use ya ta further gain support 'ere in Ireland. I'm
na' in the position t' oppose 'im yet. I can'na turn down this request. I
know this is na' yer desire and if I could I would'na send ya ta do this thing.
I'm askin ya lass as yer Father and yer Lord, please cooperate in this,”
he pleaded with his child.
Erin understood fully what her Father's meaning was. She needed to buy him
some time. It was then that she knew she would be going to play the supposed
fool in this farce. She knew her father asked of her a great service and she
was bound to honor him. This was her role to play in the plans to gain freedom
from the realm; it was a role she intended to accomplish with dignity.
“Alright Da. I'll fulfill the request and follow behind the little princess
as I've been asked ta do. But do'na fer a minute think that I'll be allowin'
some over dressed pompous pawn ta pay court t' me. Nay Da, I'll go but I will'na
allow myself t' be married off,” her serious tone brokered no doubts
that she meant what she said. .
“I do'na wish fer ya ta marry child,” Aidan laughed “I promised
ya were free ta pick the time and the person and I will'na go back on that
promise. Besides I'm thinking once they see ya they'll na' be wantin to pursue
the likes o' one so outspoken as yerself,” mirth clearly showing in his
sparkling eyes. “Them court dandies would'na know what ta make o' a woman
with 'er own mind.”
Erin joined her Father's laughter. It was true that she tended to speak what
she thought and while it was accepted in her Father's home it was highly doubtful
it would be considered an ordinary occurrence elsewhere. So it was agreed;
Erin would go to the court and honor this request. All the while avoiding
the true reason for her presence there. And maybe if she paid attention and
learned she would find out what the King had planned for her Father and this
land she loved.
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Now here she was a fortnight later, traveling this muddy road hoping it
would open up and swallow her whole. She could not shake this feeling of anxiety
she had since this whole fiasco began. It was like a fire gnawing in her gut.
Telling her to run from here. A sense that whatever was waiting would most
defiantly change her life. For the better or the worse, that she didn't know.
The only sense of comfort she had was that her Aunt was kind enough to accompany
her on this trip.
Shea McGorry, the younger sister of her Father, was a true Irish beauty. Her
long red hair framed her rounded face, and the trademark McGorry blue eyes
seemed always filled with warmth and laughter. Erin couldn't understand why
her Aunt had never married and when she asked the answer was always the same.
“I'm stubborn, outspoken, opinionated and far smarter then most men,
darlin lass, the man 'asn't been made that can turn my head nor my 'eart,”
her Aunt would say laughing. Erin had always thought there was bit of sadness
in her eyes in those moments. In any case Shea was with her and that was Erin's
comfort. She knew her Aunt would never allow her to be made a fool of. Shea
had taught her all the ways of the court or as much as she could. Having been
to the court herself a time long ago.
They had traded their normal wear for something more fitting the stations
they were to fill. No longer wearing the simple functional dresses they had
always found comfortable, they now wore elegant traveling clothes and had
trunks of other frilly gowns. Both women found these things uncomfortable
and more often then not they were complicated to don. Buttons, stays and hooks,
with lace and ribbon for no purpose. These were silly things that real women
had no time for but were expected in the court.
Lady Shea watched her niece noting the forlorn look on her face. She knew
this wasn't easy for the young vibrant girl in her charge. Shea had agreed
to this outing to keep a watchful eye on her dark, beautiful niece. She remembered
the conversation with her brother that led them here,
“Ya know she was'na sent fer just ta keep company with some juvenile.
A great many important people are goin ta be present and I'm bettin that Edward
'as it in 'is mind to wed 'er ta one o' 'is loyal
subjects,” she knew that Aidan was well aware of the King's ulterior
motives. “Are ya willin ta feed yer daughter ta the wolves just ta buy
some time?”
“Ya know me better than that Shea. What would ya 'ave me do? If I refuse
then Edward will suspect somethin is amiss and send his advisors ta the Isle.
We are na ready ta put up a fight yet. Flanagan needs more time ta get 'is
people into position and this weddin might just buy us that time,” Aidan
paced as he laid out his thoughts for his redheaded sister.
“Sean O'Flanagan is a 'orses arse! I do'na see 'im sendin one o' 'is
own into the lion's cage. Aidan that man 'as been bent on revenge fer some
time now. When will ya see no good will come o' this?” she pleaded.
“I'll give ya that, Sean is still bereft o're losin 'is brother ta the
English in that little skirmish but 'e's na a stupid man Shea. Ya 'ave even
said yerself that Ireland should be fer the Irish na run by some English King
who does na know its people.” Taking her hands “I know it's na fair
ta ask Erin ta do this and I know if anything goes wrong there's likely ta
be some danger; but Shea, we need ta do this, for Ireland,” he hoped
that playing on her loyalties would sway her. He sat listening to her
ranting of unfair treatment and bigotry. Patiently waiting while she paced
back and forth telling him he should not force his gentle child into this
arena of backstabbing harpies. His response when she had finished her tirade
was, “I guess it's a good thing yer goin with 'er then,” and with
a mocking grin he left her sputtering in her rooms.
“Damned irritating man,” she mumbled under her breath.
Erin roused from her own thoughts and looked at her aunt. “What was that
Shea?” she asked the older woman. Erin had never referred to Shea as
Aunt because they were somewhat close in age with Shea only having a handful
of years on her. In Erin's opinion it made them seem more like friends and
she liked it that way and so it seemed had Shea.
“It was nothing, just damning yer Father ta the lowest depth o' 'ell,
nothing fer ya ta concern yerself with,” the redhead stated offhandedly.
“Oh, I see,” Erin grinned at her aunt. Shea often damned her father
to hell so this was not a shock. Her fiery Aunt had a temper that ran as hot
and red as her hair. Her father had often said that Shea was his punishment
on earth so anything he may do wrongly here would be forgiven at the gates
of heaven for just putting up with the woman all these years.
Erin turned her thoughts from her father to stave off the tears that threatened
to fall when she thought of him and home. “Shea,” she began “do
ya think we'll be getting there soon? I'm getting' a wee bit tired o' bumpin
around inside this thing,” she asked drawing attention to the bouncing
carriage as it moved along the muddy, rut filled road.
“I know what ya mean lass, my arse is numb from this 'ellish ride as
well,” Shea said grinning wickedly at the girl. Then she stuck her head
out the window of the carriage and motioned for one of the guardsmen sent
as escort for them. “Hey, you there lad,“ she shouted “come
o'er 'ere”.
Erin leaned back in her seat blushing at her aunt's behavior but enjoying
the distraction. A young guard dressed in his regal uniform came along side
the carriage. “Yes M'Lady what can I do for you?” the boy asked
as he leaned down from his horse.
Shea looked him up and down somewhat suggestively causing the young man to
blush under her scrutiny and then she flashed the suddenly bashful man a saucy
grin. Erin was now trying to hold back her laughter. She had seen her Aunt
cause many men to become blushing boys when she turned on her somewhat bawdy
charms. She also knew this was but a game to Shea. So she relaxed and enjoyed
the show.
“What's yer name my good man?” Shea asked him sweetly.
The young man stuttered for a moment being face to face with this noble woman
who was obviously flirting with him, or so he thought. “Umm…I…I'm
Carlton M'Lady,” he managed to say.
“Well Carlton, do ya 'appen ta know if we might be getting ta the castle
before night sets on us and we 'ave ta make camp along side this rut filled
road. I may 'ave ta find myself a way ta keep warm if that were ta 'appen,”
she winked at the young man causing him to sway and about fall from his horse.
“And I'm fair sure that the King would'na be impressed with that,”
the woman teased him with a little pout.
“I'll go see if we can't speed this along for you M'Lady,” the flustered
guardsmen said as he rushed off.
Erin watched the young man ride like the devil was on his tail and no longer
able to keep a straight face she dissolved into a fit of laughter. “You
are an evil, wicked woman Shea,” she said tears streaming down her lovely
face. “What must that man think o' we Irish women now eh?” she smirked,
raising a dark brow in question.
“'E's probably askin fer a transfer on the next ship ta the Isle as we
speak,” the stunning redhead snickered. “Ya 'ave ta admit Erin my
lass that was a bit o' fun, watchin 'im blush and fumble like that.”
“Aye, it was amusing ta watch. And either the thought o' 'aving ta keep
ya warm or facing the King's displeasure seems ta 'ave lit a fire under these
horses; I believe we're moving more quickly now. “
Shea gave an unladylike snort. “Ha, that boy was na' near enough ta keep
the likes o' me warm. 'E needed ta be thrown back into the pond ta grow some
more I think,” she winked at her reddening niece.
Erin never quite knew when Shea was teasing. Her comments about men were often
above Erin's limited understanding. Not that she was stupid but rather inexperienced
when it came to such matters. While she knew how to flirt she never really
had the inclination to practice being coy on any of the suitors that came
to call. Shea said that none of them had caught her “fancy”. Whatever
that meant. If it meant she was truly bored to tears by them, then yes none
of them had caught her anything. Erin was looking for the love you found in
books. Heart stopping, blood racing, where you look into your true loves eyes
and the world beyond the two of you fades away leaving only the pounding of
your hearts. She wanted to be moved in her heart and soul by the love that
she felt coming from her mate. She wanted to feel the passion burning in her
veins, to shiver at their slightest touch, to melt under their gaze. She promised
herself she wouldn't settle for anything less and thus far had not found her
true love. Sometimes it saddened her to think she would find such a thing
didn't exist, but her heart kept the hope in her soul alive.
The horses carried them faster to the castle and with each passing mile Erin
felt her stomach tighten. Her palms began to sweat and she became more and
more anxious. She didn't know if she were running to destiny or danger but
at the moment neither felt at all good. Shea reached over and laid a hand
on Erin's leg causing her to start. “Damn Shea,” she hissed “ya
near scared me to death.”
The older redhead looked curiously at her striking niece noticing that the
girl appeared ready to bolt from the carriage. “Steady there lass,”
she said calmly, “ya want ta be telling me what's got ya looking so nervous,
na' ta mention that ya never curse, at least na' at me,” tilting her
head and focusing caring blue eyes on her younger charge she waited for an
answer.
“Something's out there Shea. I'm na' certain what it is but I 'ave a
feeling it's going ta change us,” she answered gravely. “I feel
it, right 'ere,” pointing to her chest.
“So yer a seer now are ya?” she playfully commented hoping to lighten
the mood. Seeing her niece was not in a mood to be lighthearted “Lass
the world be changing all around us at all times, tis' normal I think fer
ya ta feel a bit wrought-up about the whole thing.”
Erin turned away and once again stared out the window. Soon the sound of voices
floated through the air. Shouting heard in the distance as they traveled faster
toward the castle. Erin noticed people wandering along the roadside all heading
to the same destination. As the crowd of people became a bit thicker she could
see the city walls looming ahead of them.
The guardsmen with them rode ahead, moving faster to clear the way for the
carriage. Erin saw a small figure jump out of the way of the lead horseman
just in time. Unfortunately they landed on their backside in the mud. She
would have laughed if the tiny person hadn't jumped to their feet and started
after the large beasts in what she guessed was a fit of anger. Not that one
could blame them.
A large man grabbed hold of the feisty youngster and held them tight against
his chest. Massive arms wrapped around their middle leaning down whispering
unheard words. Erin looked closely at the smaller peasant as the carriage
pulled even with the pair. Fiery green eyes met hers and Erin felt her heart
stop for an instant. Her breath caught in her chest and her head spun slightly.
In that instant she was sure those emerald eyes had seen clear through to
her soul. The intensity of the gaze caused a shiver down her spine and in
less then a heartbeat…it was gone. She drew a shaky breath into her starved
lungs and laid her hand on her stomach hoping to settle the tiny quivering
there. She looked to Shea to see if she had felt any of the intensity she
had just experienced, only to find the older woman looking disinterestedly
out her own window. Erin sat back quietly and tried to quell her jumbled feelings.
She closed her eyes in an attempt to relax but green eyes lit with fire were
all that stared back at her.
After slowly making its way past the crowds of people the carriage finally
came to rest in the courtyard of the castle. Footmen quickly ran out to assist
the ladies from the carriage and the bags and trunks were rushed off to their
rooms. It seemed the whole world had erupted in a whirlwind of activity. People
were rushing about making ready for the festival. Erin's first good look at
the place that would be her home for the next few weeks was while she stood
in the giant entrance. Ornate wall hangings and brass sconces filled the hall.
It was very richly decorated and left her feeling more then a little out of
place. They stood patiently waiting while a servant, the chatelaine she guessed,
ordered other servants about and made their rooms ready. Finally the thin
weary man turned to them.
“I'm so sorry to keep you waiting M'Lady's but you weren't expected to
arrive until later this evening,” the man stated slightly annoyed. “If
you'll follow me I'll get you settled into your rooms and send up the maids
to tend to you,” with that said, he started for the massive staircase
leading to the higher reaches of the castle. He was stopped from his progress
as Erin laid her hand gently on his arm. He turned to see what his guest was
wanting already, thinking she was going to start issuing orders as the other
noblewomen had done.
Erin gave the man a brilliant genuine smile, her eyes showing true caring
for his predicament “I'm truly sorry sir that we've upset yer day. I
very much appreciate yer takin the time ta personally see ta us. If it would'na
be ta much trouble,” she continued sweetly “can I ask yer name?”
The older man was taken aback by the politeness of the beautiful young woman
and looking into her earnest face with her dancing blue eyes he relaxed a
bit and smiled slightly at her. “M'Lady, my name is Harold…Harold
James.”
Erin took his hand and still holding his gaze with gentle blue eyes she introduced
herself. “I'm Erin McGorry, this is my Aunt Shea McGorry. And I would
like it very much if ya would call me Erin. In present company o' course I
know ya can'na be so informal in noble company.”
Harold was truly intrigued by the young Irish woman. He smiled fully at her
and agreed that it would be an honor to call her by her given name. Feeling
much more energetic and more lighthearted he lead the women to their rooms.
Asking the maids to take special care of these two guests. He left them to
get settled in. He had a feeling that the next few weeks wouldn't be so bad
as long as Erin McGorry was around to smile at him.
Chapter 3
The sky had started to lighten indicating dawns arrival when Mika finally
found her way back to camp. More then a little drunk she staggered between
the wagons trying to remember which one was hers. She almost tripped over
one of the camp's dogs as she came around another wagon. Raising her finger
to her lips.” Shhhhhhh,” she slurred, not wanting the dog to alert
anyone to her presence. All I'd need now is for Daj to find me stumbling
around out here drunk and smelling like a cheap whore. “Ah Ha! I
found it, see I knew I left this wagon somewhere around here,” she mumbled
to herself and reached up to open the door only to find it locked. She tried
the door again hoping that maybe she just didn't turn the handle right the
first time, which was what was passing for reason in her drunken mind it still
didn't open. Damn Daj is going to kill me. Thoughts of her impending
death at her Mother's hand were quickly pushed aside as the need for sleep
became an issue. She managed to stagger to the side of the wagon before she
tripped over the water barrel and landed on the ground. She lay on her back,
eyes closed as the world spun around her; the last thoughts were a jumble
of bitter ale, a soft female form and sky blue eyes.
Mika's warm, dark world came abruptly to an icy end when her Mother tossed
a full bucket of cold rainwater in her face. She sat up quickly, her first
mistake she realized, feeling her head try to explode from her shoulders and
her stomach suddenly rebel. She opened her eyes to see what had caused her
to be so cruelly pulled from slumber. Her second mistake she noted. The sun
was high in the sky and the bright light set off a series of explosions in
her ale soaked brain sending a white-hot pain through her temples. Oh this
is not going to be a good day. When she was finally able to focus she
looked up from her position on the ground to see her Daj standing over
her, hands on her hips, not looking at all pleased to see her only child.
Yup, not going to be a good day at all. She groaned to herself.
Mala looked down at her semi sober daughter and could still smell the ale
on her and noted the disheveled appearance. She glared at her blond child
clearly conveying her ire at this situation. “Mikayla,” her Mother
said in a not so gentle voice. Although to Mika it sounded far louder then
it was. “Do you want to tell just where you were all night?” Mika
opened her mouth to answer but was cut off. “No! Don't answer that; spare
me the details of your debauchery. Just tell me I'll not have an angry father
chasing you around the camp with a pitchfork!” Mala demanded.
Mika shook her head to indicate this would not be a problem. This would be
her third mistake of an already miserable morning; the action caused her head
to pound harder. Oh Dev take me now, she pleaded; death would be much
less painful. Why does she have to yell so loud? Mika was positive
the nobles in the castle could hear her mother's ranting.
Mala was not the least bit sympathetic to her child's plight. “You stay
out all night long causing me no end of worry. Then drag yourself back here
in this disgraceful state and promptly pass out on the wet ground,” she
continued her chastisement. “We talked about this Mikayla, you are the
Kapo's niece this is not the proper behavior for one in your position,”
looking at her now pale daughter. “Well, are you going to say something
or do you intend to just sit there on the wet ground staring at me like an
idiot?” again Mika opened her mouth to answer and again she was cut off.
“Never mind, whatever you have to say will not make up for this mess.
Go get yourself cleaned up and don't be slow about it. Then I want you to
find your Uncle
and help
him with the animals.”
Mika staggered to her feet and set off to do as she was told feeling very
lucky that her Daj had not just beaten her to death as she slept. She
only weaved a slight bit as she made her way into the wagon. Mala stared after
her wayward child. I don't even want to know how she managed to put her
breeches on inside out.
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“She's so much like her Father,” Mala sighed settling herself beside
her Mother.
“If you mean she's stubborn, headstrong and careless then yes, she's
just like that man,” Nadja threw at her daughter.
“I thought those were the things you liked best in Mikayla?” Mala
laughed. “I was actually referring to her ability to charm the skin off
a snake.”
“He was a charming man I'll give you that and I'm glad she took after
his fair looks. It'll make things easier on her in this life,” the old
woman's dark eyes twinkled with mirth. “Of course you don't have to worry
that her charm and beauty will someday bring you an unexpected grandchild.”
Mala laughed at her Mother's implication. “Daj you got over your disappointment
about my mate the first time you saw that little bundle of blonde energy so
don't try to make me feel guilty now.”
“I hope someday that girl worries you as much as you did me,” Nadja
threatened.
“Oh my! Was that a real honest to goodness gypsy curse?”
“Hush up child and help me with this food,” she said while gently
tapping her daughter's behind with a wooden spoon.
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Erin stood looking out the window of her rooms. Wearing only her dressing
gown and her hair tumbling wildly over her shoulder, having just arisen from
her bed. Gazing intently at the gardens below letting her mind wander over
the events of the last few days. While the journey had not been bad, sitting
in that carriage bouncing along the deeply rutted road had left her a bit
stiff this morning. King Edmund's chatelaine, Harold, was very good to care
for them so well. Even though she and her Aunt had arrived early. Indeed things
had gone very smoothly and she and Shea were settled quickly. The lady's maids
that Harold had chosen to assign them were both very competent. Erin chuckled
to herself as she thought about the two women and the events of last night.
Once she and Shea had been led to the rooms they were to share for the
duration of their time at the court, the momentary peace they had was quickly
ended with the arrival of the maids Harold had promised. Neither she nor Shea
had ever really had use for lady's maid in the past so they really weren't
sure what to do with them.
The two women busied themselves from the moment they stepped into the chambers.
They quickly unpacked the trunks, hung the gowns in the wardrobe and, made
up the beds in each of the sleeping rooms. They never uttered a word to either
Shea or herself in the whole time they stood there. They kept their heads
down and never made eye contact of any sort. This bothered Erin while Shea
looked on with a certain amusement playing in her face.
When finally one of them spoke it was the older woman ordering the young girl
to the kitchen to obtain a light meal for Shea and herself. Shea looked to
her and raised her delicate eyebrow in amusement. When the younger woman returned
carrying a tray laden with food and a pitcher of cider. She and Shea looked
to each other and when eyes met they silently agreed that this had to stop.
For Shea's part she hurried to the girl and promptly relieved her of the tray
and told her to sit the pitcher on the table, while Erin made her way to the
door and shut it tightly. The young maid looked up at the two noble women
her eyes glistening with tears for fear she had angered them. The older woman
turned quickly at the sound of Shea's voice and the door being closed. Her
thoughts seem to mirror her younger companion's.
Erin donned the same brilliant smile she had used when she met Harold directing
it at both women. Seeing this the women relaxed a bit. “Before ya work
yerselves into a right fine tizzy, I was thinking that it might be proper
ta introduce ourselves seein as were going ta be spending a fair bit o' time
with ya,” Erin explained, ignoring the shocked looks on the maids faces.
“I'm Erin and that redheaded she demon o'er there would be Shea,”
she continued, winking saucily at Shea's outraged look. The women stood completely
still looking at both the noble women like they'd sprouted wings.
Shea stepped forward and took the older woman's hand in her own.” 'Tis
nice ta meet ya and its only proper that ya give yer names so we know what
we'll be callin ya,” the tall redhead chuckled.
The touch brought the woman out of her shocked trance and she managed to stutter
a response. “Mmme ……name is Milly M'Lady and that young'un
over there is called Pippa.”
Shea stood back and observed the women. Milly was older by more than a few
years. Her once brown hair had ample gray streaking through it. She wasn't
a tall woman but average, and was probably very pretty in her youth but the
passing years and a harsh life had aged her. Shea noticed her eyes though
and while the woman may not have looked or sounded like she was intelligent,
her deep brown eyes shone bright with wisdom and kindness. Shea liked that,
figuring she and Erin could use a friend or two here. The younger woman Pippa
was another matter. Again not overly tall but medium with blondish hair and
mischievous gray eyes. At least Shea thought they could hold some mischief
if she didn't look terrified at the moment. But the girl's attributes didn't
end there; this young woman was blessed with a very fine figure.
“Well Milly, Pippa,” Erin addressed the women, “I know ya are
na supposed ta talk ta while performin' yer duties, but I was'na raised ta
ignore those in my service so yer just going ta 'ave at get used ta talkin
with the likes o' us,” she left no room for doubt that she meant what
she said. “Besides,” Erin grinned wickedly at the women, “I'm
na' stupid, I know who 'as the best gossip when it comes ta a castle.”
The women relaxed a bit; seeing that Erin and Shea were not going to berate
them and even chuckled at Erin's comment. Pippa seemed to calm much more than
Milly had and took a chance looking directly into Erin's bright blue eyes
and saw only a genuine caring reflected there. So taking a risk, she took
Erin's hand in hers “It's a pleasure to meet you Lady Erin. Harold said
you weren't like the other ladies we been seein to but you can't be to careful,”
the young woman's words rushed out.
“Those “ladies” and we'll be usin that term loosely,”
Shea laughed, “May 'ave been born o' noble blood but that do'na make
them anyone's betters. My niece and I were born o' that same class but we're
na' taught that we were better, just that we 'ad more responsibilities. 'Ere
in this place Erin and myself will na be looked upon any better then ya are,
ya can trust me on that. What those snobs will see is two woman born o' a
low rankin Lord in some back water country that most o' them 'ave never 'eard
tale o',” she smiled softly at the women. “What we need 'ere are
people o' our own that we can be comfortable with and na be puttin on any
airs. I'm hopin that yer going ta count yerselves among those people.”
“What Shea means is that we're going ta be friends, I'll na' treat ya
like a servant and I do'na wish to be treated like yer better,” she smiled
at the ladies who were now smiling back and nodding. “So, now that we
'ave that all settled why don' we sit ourselves down and chat while we all
'ave some o' this wonderful meal,” she waved the maids over to the table
and they spent the next several hours learning about the workings of the castle.
They even gained some insight into the other ladies they would be spending
time with. This information made both Erin and Shea curse Lord Aidan…again….
for sending them there.
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Once Mika made it into the wagon she quickly stripped off her clothes,
well as quickly as she could considering her breeches were on inside out.
Boy I wish I could remember how that happened. She sat down on the
edge of her cot and tried to recall the night before. Not an easy feat she
decided. Her head was pounding in time with her heart and the thought of food
sent her stomach rolling. Pushing that aside she did remember bits and pieces.
A woman.
Big surprise there, her conscience snorted indignantly.
Shut up. And money 'there was defiantly some money'. She concentrated
very hard on where she thought her drunken mind might have put the money.
Probably down the blouse of that blonde who was on your lap most of the
night. Her nagging conscience echoed again.
Ha! Mika answered the voice. A lot you know, I would never be THAT
free with money. No I must have stashed it some place. With that thought
she checked through her pockets and sure enough there were several gold coins
in the hidden pocket of her breeches.
You got lucky, the annoying voice said disinterestedly.
She ignored the comment and readied herself for what was sure to be a very
painful day.
Mika walked slowly over to the pens where her Nano Luca was talking with the
trainers and handlers. They knew there would be a market here for some of
the horses they had brought with them. No one could train animals like the
Romany and her clan was the best. Besides the other livestock they had for
personal use, there were a few animals that were specifically trained and
used for shows and such. They had a couple of monkeys, acquired from a traveling
circus, trained to entertain the crowds and collect coins. A few dogs that
could do flips and jump through hoops of fire. But the biggest draw they had
was a full-grown bear named Taimo.
The crowds loved seeing the bear and sometimes would pay extra to see one
of the men of the clan wrestle with him. What the people didn't know was that
Taimo, while truly frightening to look at, had been raised by her Nano
Luca, from a cub. The huge bear was more a pet than a wild beast and often
times would sleep in the wagon with Luca; because the over grown carpet was
deathly afraid of thunderstorms.
Nothing the Romany did to make their living was ever as it seemed. The shows
were rigged, like with Taimo. The horses they sold were always ones they had
planned to get rid of anyway. The instruments they sold to other musicians,
who admired the quality and sound of the Romany's craftsmanship, were never
of the same richness and tone of the ones the Romany used. And most often
were not made to last yet sold at very high prices. The old women would read
cards and tea leaves to tell fortunes for the non-Romany customers and although
very convincing, they were nothing but showmanship. Most of the cures, potions
and talismans that were sold to ward off evil or grant blessings were nothing
but bits of metal and wood thrown together. But when the women would expound
on the “magic” within these things the people would gladly pay the
prices for them. The only thing that was completely honest about what the
Romany did, was that at times someone would come to them in need of healing
with no other place to go. In those times they did not use tricks or try to
make a bit of coin. They gave their best to help and often time did so at
their own expense.
Luca looked up to see his niece making her way to the pens. He noted the slight
sway in her step and pained look on her usually beautiful face and smiled
to himself. Wonder what Mala thought about Mika's condition this morning.
He had lost sight of the young woman early in the evening after she had won
more than a few coins from some of the traveling musicians outside of a pub.
That would teach them to think a girl could not play cards like a man.
She looks as though she found some use for that gold. He mused.
Grinning evilly he made the decision to play a good game of “torture
Mika.” A game he loved to play especially when he knew she was miserable
and grumpy. “Hey little one!” he yelled louder than was necessary.
He saw her grimace and his smile widened. He walked over to her quickly and
in one motion picked her up off the ground in a massive hug and swung her
in circles. Then he dropped her to the ground and laughed. “Have a good
time last night?” he said, smacking her on the back.
Mika looked up at the man and glared. At least she hoped it was a glare, at
the moment her eyes refused to cooperate with her wishes. “You are a
very evil man Nano, you do know that right?” she hissed. “I'm
dying here and you are having fun at my expense,“ she made her way to
a hay bail and stretched out on it. “Bad man. Very bad man,” she
pouted.
Luca was probably one of the few men who could ignore that pout, so he continued
his plan to add to her suffering. “You know what you need?” He questioned
playfully. Not waiting for her to respond. “You need a big bowl of oats,
with thick warm cream. Oh and some of that salted pork we had this morning,
it was a bit greasy but it wasn't bad,” he chuckled as he watched the
girl turn green.
The man is evil and must be destroyed. She thought trying to keep her
stomach from revolting. Wish I had the energy right now to put him in his
place. “I think I'll skip it thanks Luca,” she swallowed heavily.
“Oh and,” she continued “I'll remember this when next I see
you in this condition. Never fear I'll repay this kindness,” she threatened.
Groaning she got to her feet and set off to help with the chores.
“Hey, you know you're my favorite niece,” Luca teased. Mika's answer
was another glare. “Ok you're my only niece but you're still my favorite.
Now tell me how much you won from those arrogant musicians in cards last night
and just where did you disappear to?” he asked as he ran to catch up
with her.
Hey I played cards last night, another piece of the puzzle falls into place.
She thought happily.
You shouldn't have to fit your memory back together like a puzzle
little girl. Her conscience quipped.
I thought I told you to shut up. She retorted.
Well you keep answering so I keep talking. The annoying voice laughed.
I think the ale damaged my brain. I'm actually arguing with a voice in
my head. I think I might just be insane. She concluded.
You're probably right. The voice agreed.
Mika shook her head and concentrated on what her Nano was saying valiantly
ignoring the ramblings in her brain.
“Hey, are you going to tell me what you were up to last night or do I
have to continue my plan to torture it out of you?” Luca asked. At his
prompting Mika told her Uncle what she could remember about her night. Including
how her Mother had found her this morning and the wet wake up call she'd received.
Luca was doubled over laughing. “She threw a whole bucket of water on
you?” Mika nodded which made him laugh all the harder. “I can't
believe she let you out of her sight today.”
“I think the last thing Daj wants right now is any sight of me,”
Mika laughed. The two of them worked together to settle the animals and set
up the stages that would be used to entertain the crowds later. Mika eventually
managed to sweat the last of the alcohol out of her system and by lunchtime
was starved. So the pair headed out to find some delicacy in the market square.
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Shea wandered into the sitting room she and Erin shared, later in the morning,
to see her niece already up and dressed. “Are ya ready to meet the Princess
today my girl?” she asked, settling herself at the table.
“Na' really, but then ya already knew that Shea. I would much rather
be goin out and seein what there is ta see in the square,” she confessed,
an excitement shining in her bright blue eyes.
“Erin...” the beautiful redhead warned. “Yer na' 'ere ta wander
about 'avin yerself an adventure so get that thought right out o' yer pretty
head,” Shea said sternly. She knew that if Erin really wanted to, she
would leave the castle and there would be nothing she could do to stop her.
Erin's answer was cut off by the arrival of the maids. Milly, the older of
the women had taken a real liking to these two beautiful ladies and had vowed
that she would do what she could to see they were well cared for. They had
reminded her of daughters she would have liked to have had. The sharp brown
eyes quickly scanned the room looking for anything out of place then turned
to look at her new friends. She noticed that Shea's normally smiling face
was clouded and her lips were held tight in a frown. She turned to see that
Erin was also not in what would seem, a bright mood. “Okay you two, what
would be your problem this morning?” Milly asked warmly.
The noble women looked to the smaller maid and both smiled. It seemed that
they were indeed going to be friends, and Milly had taken on a very motherly
tone with them. Not being able to resist Shea complained. “It would seem
that our darlin lass o'er there 'as decided that it might be nice ta take
'erself a stroll out in the square,” squaring her shoulders she waited
for Erin to respond.
Erin straightened to her full height and turned to the women. “I never
said I would be goin I just said I would like ta see what there may be ta
see,” she responded in exasperation. Ok na' completely true. I do
want ta see, I do want ta get out o' here and be with the people.
“Well ya can'na so get the thought out o' yer head,” Shea demanded.
“It's na safe fer ya ta be goin about alone Erin. This is na like home,”
she looked to Milly, her eyes pleading with the older woman to back her up.
“Lady Erin, your Aunt is right. It would not be proper for you to leave
the castle unescorted. There are to many worldly types out there who would
think nothing of takin advantage of a young woman like yourself,” Milly
agreed. “Why just last night young Pippa over there fell pray to the
charms of one of those rogues,” she added playfully, winking at her companion
and causing the young woman to blush.
“Oh Pippa!” Erin said concerned. “Ya were na' injured were
ya?” She rushed to the younger woman's side to offer comfort.
Pippa glared at the older maid, and then sighing she looked to Erin to calm
her concerns. “ I didn't fall prey to anyone Lady Erin I believe it was
a mutual arrangement,” she smiled softly, leaving Erin looking a bit
confused.
Shea saw the play between the women and laughed. “Well lass tell us,
was it a true rogue or just some dandy 'avin a bit o' fun? Details girl, details.
We are stuck 'ere where there will be no fun ta be 'ad so ya must lets us
live through ya fer a time,” she said mischief gleaming in her eyes.
Shea had seen the way young Pippa had looked at Erin the night before, with
more than a bit of interest. She knew that most likely whatever experience
the girl had the previous night would be something that would, if nothing
else, broaden Erin's horizons a bit.
Pippa chuckled at the Lady's outburst. “Well…a rogue, most probably,
seein as how it was one of the gypsies that found their way into the city,”
she grinned. “Mmmm but charming and beautiful she was,” the girl
added with a wistful smile playing over her lips.
“That didn't look like any gypsy I've ever seen girl.” Milly noted.
“Them people are dark and this one was as fair as you and I. Are you
sure you weren't just havin your leg pulled?”
Erin stood back from the women lost in her own thoughts. She wasn't stupid
she had known there were such relations between women but she had never thought
she would truly know anyone who had that preference. What shocked her most
was that she found herself curious about that kind of situation. I wonder
what brings one ta know they 'ave feelin's fer another female. I know I 'ave
never been in a place to find such things o' interest. But then, I do'na seem
to take an interest in anyone. She sighed to herself.
Shea watched Erin as she thought over the revelation they had just heard.
She saw the emotions pass across the young woman's face from confusion to
interest and finally settling on what looked to Shea as a bit of sadness.
I 'ad expected her ta be a bit more shocked. Perhaps my niece
does na find such relations ta be unusual or unnatural. Hmmmm…interesting.
She mused. “Gypsies in the city ya say Pippa? Well that should make fer
an interesting festival ta be sure. So do ya plan on seein yer fair gypsy
again?” she teased the young maid.
Pippa laughed and relaxed feeling the acceptance coming from the two ladies
who had fast become friends. “I don't think this gypsy is the settling
kind M'Lady and I don't really want to settle myself. Was just a bit of fun.
I doubt we'll ever meet again,” she said cheerfully. “But I wouldn't
say no if she were to call again,” the young woman added with a wink.
The woman laughed “It's probably fer the best then little one, you do'na
need some wild, young rogue run in and out o' yer life. No matter how beautiful
or how ummm… talented they may be,” Shea commented adding a wicked
grin, wiggling her raised eyebrows suggestively. “I suppose we 'ave ta
make ready to meet with the other women. If ya would be so kind as ta give
us a hand we could be quick about it,” Shea said to get the women moving
so the day could begin.
Erin watched the women as the all made ready. The image of a fair gypsy running
wild among the hills of her home with bright green eyes dancing with laughter.
She shook herself out of her musings and joined the women who were waiting
for her.
Chapter 4
Erin arrived in the sitting room where she was to meet the princess only to
find she was late; the other ladies were already in attendance. Taking a deep
breath she steadied herself and walked into the room, head held high. Her
keen blue eyes sought out the princess and seeing her sitting on the window
seat and she made her way over to introduce herself. With a deep curtsy she
looked up and addressed the young woman. “Princess Fay, I'm Erin McGorry
o' McGorry Glen,” she stammered a bit breathless.
The muddy brown eyes of the Princess looked Erin over with a measured amount
of distain. “I know very well who you are Lady Erin,” she said snidely.
Then looking to the other women in her court “Looks like we'll have to
arrange to have Lady Erin stand behind us for the festivities for she will
surely block any view we might have.” The women laughed and agreed. “You
may take a place over there,” she dismissed Erin with a wave.
Erin was both hurt and angered at the young woman's careless comment. I
will na let her get to me! I will na let her get to me! She chanted to
herself. Taking the time to calm herself she studied the other women, beside
her on the settee, was a mousy woman who looked to be younger than Erin by
at least a couple of years. Next to her, seated at the feet of Princess Fay,
was a blond girl with hawkish features. On the other side of the Princess
were two other women both younger than Erin; they seemed to be closest to
the Princess as far as compatriots. Neither were raving beauties but average.
I guess I'll be introduced to them another time.
She listened to the young women talk about the festival hoping to hear of
something that may interest her to take part in. But they only spoke of the
numerous balls and parties that would take place, and the eligible men that
would be attending. None of this was of interest to Erin, so she sat back
and observed them all together in hopes that she could find a way to fit into
this little crowd. After what seemed like an impossible amount of time she
noted two main things. First, when the Princess said anything all the other
women agreed. Whether she was right or wrong, no one challenged her. Her second
observation was more painful. Often the Princess would address the women either
all together or in turn and never once did she directly address Erin at all.
She simply ignored that the beautiful, raven-haired woman was in the room.
She was beginning to feel very alone among these people.
Erin managed to keep a cool head for another hour of being ignored before
she could take no more and spoke up. “Excuse me Princess Fay, but will
we na be goin into the city at all durin the festival?” she questioned,
smiling sweetly at the girl. The other women turned and looked at her with
outraged looks. For what, Erin didn't know.
The Princess rose to her feet and stormed over to where Erin was seated. “Did
I give you permission to speak to me!” the smallish girl yelled. “Do
you want to know why you're here Lady Erin?” she questioned venomously.
“I didn't choose you to be here to keep me company. You are nothing but
a backwater interloper as far as I'm concerned and I am forced to keep company
with you. You should be thrilled that we even allow you to sit here. So I'll
not have you question me or anything I plan to do,” she was screeching
in Erin's face getting nose to nose with her. “You are a charity case
as my Mother calls it. Trying to show you a little culture and introduce you
to the ways of proper society and I'll not have you bringing your heathen
ways into my court,” the young woman ended her tirade and stomped back
to her seat. Met there by her other friends who offered her comfort for having
been so rudely questioned by this foreign barbarian.
Erin was shocked that her innocent question had elicited such a vile response.
She tried to sink back further into the furniture hoping to avoid any further
embarrassment. She must 'ave been harboring all these things fer weeks.
I've been forced on 'er as much as she's been forced on me. Only I do'na
know which o' us I feel sorrier fer right now. I can'na hide forever and I
will'na be berated for askin simple questions. Whether she likes it or na
I am 'ere so she's going to deal with the likes o' me. Erin finished her
silent pep talk feeling a bit better about the situation. Her tender heart
still ached from the harsh words. But her temper was rising and that made
her feel more in control.
It seemed to Erin that these ninnies could spend hours talking about fashion
and other such frivolity. It was clear to her at this time there wasn't a
working brain between them. The whole lot o' them are nothin but sniping
harpies. Oh look, the lead harpy is giving me evil looks I wonder what
I've done now. Erin thought knowing she was being petty but not caring.
She had spent her time coming up with names for each of the other women, ones
she was sure they would not appreciate. Let's see there's the Mouse, all
shy and timid but scavenging fer leftovers, in this case, left over attention.
And we 'ave Hawk, if only 'er wit were as sharp as 'er nose. Erin chuckled
to herself. Oh and let's na forget the dance team o' scheming and patronizing.
They 'ave their act down well and only someone as stupid as this spoiled little
Princess would buy the shallowness o' it all. She knew she wasn't being
charitable but then none of these women had even made an effort to know her
so she really couldn't bring herself to feel bad.
The afternoon crawled by and Erin found herself thinking of ways to escape
by the time their lunch arrived. A very young serving girl came into the parlor
carrying a tray laden with goodies. As with the maids, Milly and Pippa, the
night before, Erin noticed the girl kept her head down and never met anyone
eye to eye. She went about serving their tea, first to the Princess who in
turn directed her to serve the other ladies.
“Lady Erin can wait till you've finished serving us,” Princess Fay
told the girl glaring at Erin waiting for her to challenge the direction.
Erin just smiled sweetly, which made the Princess turn red with anger.
As directed the young girl served Erin last. As she handed the tea to the
tall woman the girl glanced up and Erin winked at her show her it was all
right. She was rewarded with a small smile.
Across the room the Princess watched this interaction. “Lady Erin!”
her screeching voice made Erin's skin crawl. “I don't know nor do I care
how you conduct yourself with the servants in your home but here you do not
get familiar with those who are beneath your station. Of course I can see
why you would feel akin to some one of peasant quality being barely a step
above that yourself,” the arrogant woman finished berating the Irish
lady.
The young girl cringed and in her haste to leave the room dropped the teapot
sending it to the floor. The princess was up at once barreling down on the
young peasant girl. She raised her hand to deliver a blow to the child's face
for her accident, but was stopped when a larger hand took hold of her wrist.
Erin stood to all of her almost 6 foot height, her face set in anger, her
jaw clenched, mouth held in a grim line. “I 'ave taken all I'm going
ta be taking from the likes o' you today,” she hissed. “I will'na
sit by while ya entertain yerself at my expense nor will I let ya take yer
anger out on someone who is na deserving o' it. So ya best be sittin yerself
down and leave the child be,” her ire fully visible. “Or yer goin
ta see what a barbarian like myself can truly do when they get angry,”
Erin finish, glaring at the now ashen Princess.
“Get Out! I'll be telling my Father you threatened me and you are going
to be sorry!”
“I'll be more then glad ta leave ya and ya go right ahead and tell yer
Father what I've done 'ere,“ Erin retorted. “I'll be glad ta 'ave
a chat with the King myself about the hospitality afforded me by 'is child.
I'm sure 'e'll be greatly interested in knowin that 'is only daughter can'na
bring 'erself ta respect the very people 'e governs,” Erin knew that
the last remark would end any further action by the spoiled Princess. So with
that said she turned and left the stunned ladies staring after her.
Erin closed the door and turned to find the young girl in the hall waiting
for her. “M'Lady you didn't have ta do that. Now they'll be mad at you
too,” she said to Erin tears shimmering in her eyes.
Erin laid an arm across the little girl's shoulders. “Do'na worry yerself
about that. Ya actually did me a favor, I've been looking fer a way out o'
that room fer hours,” she laughed. “Now dry yer eyes and get yerself
where ya belong before someone else comes looking ta get us in trouble. Seems
I 'ave enough o' that all on my own.” Erin sent the girl on her way then
turned to find her rooms and settle in for a good cry. Under her breath she
again cursed her Father for being in this place.
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The young servant girl rushed along the halls winding her way back to the
kitchen and ran directly into Harold James the chatelaine who was talking
with Milly. “Whoa there little one where's the fire?” the older
maid snorted.
“Oh Miss Milly it was terrible,” the girl cried, throwing her arms
around the gentle woman. Milly looked up at Harold raising an eyebrow in question.
To which he just shrugged.
“Now tell me what's so bad,” Milly said gently, pulling the girl
away from her looking into her tear stained face. The young girl related the
events between sniffles. Telling of how mean the Princess had been about Erin's
being served and then onto the dark beautiful lady winking at her to make
her feel better about the slight. She continued through the whole sorted mess
after the teapot had been dropped.
“I was so scared,” the girl recounted. “But the Lady took right
a hold of Princess Fay and wouldn't let her strike me,” she sniffed again.
“The Princess told her to get out and they had words again. But she did
leave.” The child smiled retelling the next part. “She actually
touched me and told me she was thankful for havin an excuse to leave. Why
aren't all Ladies like her Milly?” the child questioned. “I liked
her. She was so nice and she's so much prettier then the others.”
Milly and Harold laughed agreeing with her observations. “Lady Erin is
one of a kind I'm afraid little one,” Harold told her. “You want
to know how a true lady should act, you watch that one. Everything she does
is out of caring and compassion.”
Milly nodded agreeing with him. The three of them set off to the kitchens
and by that evening the tale of Erin's kindness and her treatment by the Princess
was spread throughout the castle. Erin's status among the nobles may not have
been very high but her defense of an innocent child had raised her very high
among the peasants. Every one of them vowed to pay special attention to the
beautiful Irish noblewoman.
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Mika wandered the market square most of the afternoon. Looks a lot different
then it did last night.
You're just seeing it through sober eyes. The voice said offhanded.
I'm going to ignore you now. Her mind hissed at the annoying voice
that was beginning to sound a lot like Luca she noticed.
You can try. It replied in a singsong voice.
She walked along the crowded alleys between the vendors with her bright green
eyes taking in all the activity. She noted where every guard stood and what
routes they patrolled. She watched the more lucrative merchants and how they
did their business. She paid special attention to the more wealthy citizens,
observing habits and the things they were most likely to stop and purchase.
All of this was useful for any later game or chance to make a little coin.
It was one of the things Mika was best at. Scouting the crowd.
As the sun hung lower in the sky she made her way back to the camp. Listing
off the props she would need later in the market place. When the entertainers
begin again after the evening meal there should be a greater amount of people.
I'll start over by our own stages. Once the music and dancers start
no one will pay any attention to little ole me. She grinned wickedly.
I saw a lot of easy marks today. Most of the merchants were so busy they
would barely need another distraction to keep their eyes turned from me while
I relieve them of a few of their goods. If all goes well I could have a good
amount of coin and more then a little merchandise for my trouble. Then I could
see about having a good time of my own. She chuckled to herself.
Let's not forget what a good time you had last night. The voice reminded.
Okay you really need to shut up. I know what I'm doing and there won't be
another replay of last night. She replied irritated.
Hey I'm just warning you, Daj will not be happy if you return in that state
again. She might just actually kill you the next time.
Mika winced at the thought of facing another morning in that condition with
her Mother yelling. Yea, you're right, don't want to repeat that any time
soon. She sighed.
I'm always right. The voice laughed.
“Oh shut up!” she said aloud making people look at her strangely.
After returning to camp Mika found her Daj and busied herself helping with
the meal while Mala watched her child noting she seemed to have recovered
from her night. “What are your plans tonight my little one?” her
mother asked.
Mika looked up at her Mother and smiled. “I think I'll scout out the
crowd by the dancers for a bit.” Mala was never very happy about her
daughter's escapades when it came to making money so she didn't want her Daj
to worry. “Are you going to be with Grandmother at the wagon?” knowing
where Mala would be would be a handy bit of information. 'Especially if
I want to avoid her.'
“Seems it didn't take long for the people to notice we were here, so
yes we'll be entertaining them with readings tonight,” Mala answered.
The Romany were very often sought after to read fortunes. “Looks like
many of these people are anxious to know their futures,” she said using
her mystical stage voice.
Mika laughed at her Mother's antics. “Well make it good for them. Don't
want anyone depressed. They don't spend money if they're depressed.”
Mala walked up behind her blond child wrapping her arms about her shoulders.
“I can tell your future little one, no cost,” she whispered. “If
you show up drunk again tonight, you wont have a future,” she released
her child and walked away laughing.
Mika rolled her eyes. Like I'm going to have time to get stinkin drunk
again tonight. She then set off to find her Nano's and help with any last
minute preparations.
The music had begun winding its way around the crowd drawing them into the
melody. Light and playful but filled with passion. The dancers started to
sway and move to the provocative beat with the colors and sounds rich and
vibrant lending an exotic feel to the performance. Mika watched as the crowd
became entranced by the spectacle. Gets them every time. She chuckled.
Well guess it's time to make a living. And she set off among the throngs
of people searching out her targets for the evening.
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Erin had gone directly to her room after the fiasco with the Princess. She
was so angry she considered packing and leaving immediately, her father's
wishes be damned. Instead she sat on her bed and allowed all her feelings
of loneliness to wash over her. When Shea came in sometime later, after hearing
from Milly about the events of the day, she found Erin curled up on the bed
asleep.
She gently shook the young woman to rouse her from her slumber. “Come
now my little one, wake up,” she said softly. Erin's blue eyes flickered
then opened. “There now let me see my beautiful girl.” Erin sat
up and looked at her Aunt. Shea noticed the red and swollen eyes. Damn
wenches! She wrapped her arms tight around the younger woman and held
her. “I dare say lass, ya may na have made a good impression on the Princess,
but ya did make a good many friends among the staff 'ere. Yer all they been
talkin about this evening,” she said lightly.
Erin blushed “Not exactly doin honor to my Father's good name am I Shea?”
Erin sighed.
“Ya think yer Da would want ya ta put up with that kind o' treatment.
Nay lass 'e raised ya ta be respected na ta be anyone's carpet. Ya did good!”
Her Aunt complimented. “Now seein as ya 'ave made yerself a wonderful
excuse na ta 'ave ta be at dinner this eve. Why don' ya lay yerself back down
and rest. Milly promised ta bring ya up a tray later.”
“That sounds like a great idea,” she smiled. “I think the day
took it out o' me and I am a wee bit tired,” she groaned as she lay back
on the bed. Watching Shea as the older woman made herself ready to go down
for the meal.
After a time Shea left the room thinking Erin to be asleep. The minute the
door closed Erin rose from her bed and went to the wardrobe to find something
suitable to wear among the people in the square. I may as well see the
sights as we may na be 'ere come morning if the Princess 'as 'er way about
things. She justified. Shea will get o're it if I'm still gone when
she returns. At least I hope she will. Finally ready, she quietly left
her rooms and headed to the servants entrance and made good her escape.
Chapter 5
Erin dressed as she had back in McGorry Glen. A simple frock of a pale blue
that set off her eyes and fit snuggly in the right spots but modest in its
design. Dark hair pulled back from her face and left hanging down her back.
She wore nothing that would show that she was anything but a normal citizen.
She did take a small purse with a few coins in case she might see something
of interest or feel the need to purchase a snack, having skipped her dinner.
She wandered the narrow streets taking in the sights and sounds of the festivities.
Music of different types came from all directions assaulting her senses. She
felt the tingle of excitement as she lost herself in this strange new world,
with all its diversity. From the laughter of the people as they passed by
to the chatter of the performers on the stages to the tantalizing aroma of
various foods wafted through the air adding a combination of both spicy and
sweet. Rich and poor mingled together one paying no mind to the other as they
all enjoyed the atmosphere and wonder of the spectacles before them. For the
first time in weeks she felt truly happy and reveled in her new freedom.
She pushed on further, away from the castle, away from the snipping Princess
and the snobbish nobles. Determined to see as much as she could for fear she
would never again be allowed this chance at freedom, she walked faster and
father. As she drew nearer to the edge of the city markets she was lured by
a melody, sweetly caressing her senses. The strains of a violin and the beat
of a drum mixed with the sounds of other instruments she could not identify
adding an exotic forbidden feel to the tune. Carefully she approached a smallish
stage and easing between the crowds who were also entranced by the music,
she watch as the women on the stage danced and moved enticingly to the passionate
beats. The dancers were clad in colorful dresses, skirts twirling freely around
their legs, blouses cut provocatively low. The Gypsies. She stood mesmerized,
caught up in the spell they wove around the crowd. Having never seen a Gypsy
clan before she was stunned by the raw sensuality of the people and the music.
What's it like to be livin that free?
She stood for a long time taking in the performance her attention only drawn
away by a faint tingle spreading across the back of her neck. The anxious
feeling she had known during the journey to the castle had taken hold of her.
With her heart pounding and palms beginning to sweat she scanned the crowd
hoping to find what caused the reaction. She finally caught sight of a figure
moving away from the stage and heading down the narrow alleys. Once they were
out of sight the feeling diminished. It can'na be that simple. Curiosity
getting the better of her she followed after the mysterious figure.
The tall woman made her way past the gathering crowds hoping to catch sight
of the slight figure again. After spending a good deal of time searching she
had still not spotted her quarry. They could'na 'ave just disappeared.
Stopping by a merchant's stand she shrank back away from the crowds gathering
herself to continue her hunt. When a large man dressed in a lush velvet long
coat trimmed in gold passed by her. The man was talking loudly, boasting to
a small woman at his side about some business venture or another. Her eyes
trailed after the man until he was several paces beyond her. Bored by his
self-centered prattle she was about to turn her attention away when a small
boy darted out between the booths and ran directly into the huge belly of
the opulent gentleman, knocking the boy to the ground.
“Watch were you're going you miserable gutter rat!” the man bellowed,
causing the crowd around him to gather closer trying to see what was the matter.
It was then Erin spotted her elusive pray again. Ah Ha! There ya are. I
knew I was na' imaginin ya.
From her vantage point she could see the figure creep closer to the giant
man, who was now relating the horrible deed done to him by this young boy.
It was then She noticed the mysterious figure was actually a young woman.
What is she doing? Erin watched the woman brush past the man and then
slide back into the crowd. What was that about? Erin wondered, confused
by the action but not about to lose sight of the girl again she followed behind
keeping a fair distance between them. She's a little thing fer sure.
Definitely na' dressed like the other peasant girls about 'ere she must
be from the one o' the outer villages. She continued to follow the young
blond discreetly. The small woman had led her in what, to Erin, seemed like
a big circle; ending them only a few paces behind the large man who was still
expounding on the indignity he'd suffered.
The young woman took off after the man calling out to him. Erin stopped to
watch just a few steps behind them. The little blond was gesturing wildly
with her hands obviously relating some great tale. Erin could only catch a
few words. What is she talking about? What purse? I didn't see her find
anything on the ground by him nor anywhere. It was then Erin saw the woman
hand a rather impressive leather purse back to the stunned man. The man was
flabbergasted and thanked the girl profusely for her honor and charity in
returning it to him. Erin watched as the girl blushed prettily for the man.
Curious she moved closer to hear what they were saying.
“Well dear Sir,” the girl said shyly looking at her feet. “My
sweet mother, may God rest her soul,” she added wiping a tear from her
eye. “Taught my brother's and I that kindness done would be kindness
received,” finishing a slight sniffle the young woman smiled weakly at
the man.
Erin felt a slight tug in her heart at the young woman's words. 'The poor
wee thing.'
The huge man laid a hand on the girl shoulder. “Well your dear Mother
was right little one, and for your kindness I want you take these few pieces
of gold for renewing my faith in human charity,” he said genuinely.
Looking up at him in awe “Oh sir! I can't take your gold for doing what
was only right.”
He pressed the gold into her hand “You take this and get yourself and
your brothers something nice.”
“Thank you sir. Oh! Thank you,” her innocent face flushed in embarrassment.
Then she smiled at the completely charmed man. “I'll bring my brother's
a good meal tonight,” she told him, the man patted her should and turned
to walk away.
Erin was struck dumb. Oh My God! Her brain screamed. She's beautiful.
That smile could light the darkest night. No wonder the loud, arrogant arse
gave up 'is precious gold. I think I would give most anything if it were directed
at me as well. She didn't dwell on her musings for long as she watched
the young woman head off in a direction away from the booths. Well I've
followed 'er this far may as well see where this is goin to lead me. With
that thought she set out after the woman again still maintaining a good distance.
For a bit Erin thought she had lost the beautiful blond again but from the
corner of her eye she saw her duck into a shadowed alley behind the stages.
Not wanting to be found out she crept slowly up to the side of one of the
stages and stood back in the shadows. She hadn't been waiting long when she
spotted a young boy come around the other corner and rush up to meet her blond.
My blond she snorted, shaking her head at the thought. Hey! That's
the boy who ran into the man in the square. She watched from the shadow
as the young woman took out a gold coin and handed it to the boy. Again she
leaned in to hear what was being said.
“Did I do good Mika?” the boy questioned, looking up hopefully at
the blond beauty.
The young woman laughed sending chills down Erin's spine. What a beautiful
sound, Erin thought.
“You did better than good, I'll make a Romany out of you yet,” she
teased, causing the young boy to blush. “Now take this coin and head
back to camp it's getting to late for you to be running around here. All kinds
of rogues wandering about this time of night,” she chuckled and grinned
rakishly.
Romany! Oh My God she's a gypsy! This whole thing was naught but a scheme
ta get that man's money! Why …she must 'ave stolen 'is purse when she
brushed against 'im. She played 'is sympathies and good nature. Erin was
outraged. Why are ya so surprised Erin? Better still, why are ya
angry fer something a stranger ta ya done? The girl means nothing ta ya and
if she lives 'er life this way then so be it. If she gets 'erself caught it's
na' yer troubles. The dark hair woman reasoned. But the thought of the
young blond getting caught and imprisoned made her chest tighten. Not willing
to question the feeling, she pushed it aside. I think I'll follow be'ind
a while longer yet. All the while the nagging voice in her head questioned
her reasons for doing so. She ignored it and when the little blond left she
cautiously trailed after her.
If Erin thought the scam she had witnessed the young woman pull off with the
wealthy man's purse was shocking, the things she'd seen over the next couple
hours made it seem tame and pale. I swear she 'as na' a fear. I've ne'er
seen anyone act so boldly. Erin watched in awe. In the past hour she had
seen this little rogue charm two more men out of some gold with her purse
scam. At one point she stopped and actually purchased a couple bundles of
fresh flowers. I 'ad hopes fer 'er maybe givin them to 'er Ma at
that point. Again she would be shocked by what the brash young woman would
do.
The attractive woman was dressed in a fancy gown and carried with 'er a
large purse na' well hidden at all. She 'ad made a show o' stopping at the
more expensive booths and turnin down the goods sayin she was looking fer
something o' better quality. My little blond rogue approached the woman almost
timidly. Not at all 'er true character from what I've seen. Erin smiled.
She handed the flowers to the woman and gave 'er a smile so innocent ya
would'na think butter would melt in 'er mouth. O' course the woman took the
flowers and I thought just maybe the little minx was payin a kindness. Ha!
Erin snorted. The line o' blarney that came from that little gypsy
would 'ave made an Irishman sing 'er praises. She complimented the lady on
'er beauty telling 'er that the flowers were naught compared ta the vision
o' loveliness be'ore 'er. And that she 'ad felt compelled ta give the flowers
as a token fer brightening 'er day. Erin wasn't sure why but the comment
had touched off a bit of her temper. The woman actually blushed and almost
flirted back. Then much to my surprise she kissed my little fair-haired rake
on the cheek. When they parted I could'na fer the life o' me figure
out why she 'ad don' that. But it wasn't long after that I saw 'er countin
some coin. I knew then she 'ad used the flowers as a diversion and reached
'er hand right into the woman's purse while they stood there. The memory
of the event still stunned Erin. O' all the arrogant, careless things.
Her mind sputtered. There were other things she witnessed that not only shocked
her but intrigued her as well. The more she watched the little blond the more
she wanted to see. So she continued following until way after full darkness
had set in.
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Mika had felt a presence just after she had relieved the rich merchant of
some gold for the return of his purse. She surreptitiously scanned the crowds
looking for her shadow. It didn't take her long to spot the tall raven haired
woman who followed behind her at what she probably thought was a discreet
distance. Only Romany could know if they were being watched, a smug
smile gracing her features.
She's probably a plant just waiting to catch you off guard and will haul you
away to the dungeons. The annoying voice spoke up.
Ha! If that's a guardsman I'm a bleedin' prophet. No I spotted her to easily
for her to be a guard. Mika quipped.
One look at a pretty face and you're willing to forgive anything. The
voice snorted.
Oh shut up!
Mika led her shadow over half the market square in the following hours. Making
sure the woman didn't lose sight of her for too long. If she's going to
tag along I may as well have some fun with her Leading her mysterious
“friend” to the flower vendor as she purchased the fragrant blossoms
to use in her next scheme. Bet she's confused now. It didn't take long
for her trained eye to spot a likely target and she led her pursuer to the
attractive brunette she had selected. From the corner of her eye she could
see the tall beauty creep a bit closer. That's right honey come in closer
so you can hear better.
Mika ran the scam just as she had done a thousand times before. First the
compliment and shy bit of flirting and when the brunette responded to the
advances she slid closer to her target, mentally making a check on her silent
observer, Hmmm well well, my friend doesn't seem to like this plan. Wonder
if it's the line of bunk or the touching that caused that flash of anger?
When her mark gently kissed her cheek she saw the frown grace the features
of the raven-haired woman. Probably never seen women sharing intimacies,
allowing a wicked grin. Oh this is going to be fun. And with that she
set off to lead her dark huntress on a whole new adventure.
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They approached the row of alehouses at the edge of the city; Mika looked
them over thoughtfully. Ok now lets see, I think that one there looks like
the best place to find a willing female companion. Outside the pub were
several women watching the crowd pass by. Occasionally the women would burst
out in laughter at some comment they would sling at the passing people. She
walked up to the small pub adding a bit of a swagger to her step. Flashing
the women a rakish grin she sidled up next to a pretty little blonde. “And
how are you ladies this fine evening?” she asked the women leaving her
grin in place.
The blonde at her side turned her body in towards Mika's solid form and ran
her hand suggestively across the young Romany's firm abdomen. “Mmmm…
… that would depend on if'n your planning to make it a fine night,”
the woman purred.
Mika casually checked the whereabouts of her tall shadow noting that she had
moved to the side of the pub closest to where she stood with the little blonde.
Oh my dark stalker I'm going to send you running home to your Momma now.
I'll teach you to play games and follow people around without their consent.
She loosely wrapped her arm around the pretty girl who was all but draped
over her body. “I'm sure I can make this a real fine night for you,”
she growled seductively, letting her hand wander down over the woman's firm
backside. Watch and learn my dark beauty.
She continued to trade caresses and flirtations with the little blonde, all
the while very aware of the presence lurking in the shadows. When the pretty
wench at her side reached over and nipped at her neck she heard a sharp gasp.
Turning in time to see the tall woman rushing from the scene. Thinking she
would be happy finally finding a way to relieve herself of the unwanted tail,
she was dismayed to find herself a bit sad.
It's guilt, the voice supplied.
What's guilt?
That feeling you're having, it's guilt. It qualified.
Don't be ridiculous! I wanted her gone and now she is. She grinned
triumphantly.
Did you really? The annoying voice questioned with sincerity.
Damn! Mika mind screamed. I didn't want her to run, I just wanted
to have a little fun before I confronted her. Now what?
Well and this is just a suggestion but you could………..go
after her you dope. The voice mentally slapped her. With that thought
she left the little barmaid standing there sputtering in the street and took
off after the tall, dark stalker.
She couldn't have gotten to far. She raced through the crowds looking
for the beautiful woman. Sometimes I really hate being short. Trapped
by people on all sides blocking her view. Spotting a water barrel at the edge
of one the booths, she grabbed onto a pole and smoothly landed on top of it.
There, now I can see above all these idiots. She scanned the crowd
in search of the tall woman. She can't be that hard to spot she towers
over most of these people. Her keen eyes dismissing each other the figures
she'd spotted in the crowd. She searched further out until she spotted the
figure sitting on the ground at the edge of one of the stages. There was her
dark huntress, arms wrapped around bent knees, staring off into the darkness.
Mika jumped down from the barrel and slowly made her way over to the slumped
figure. Better get
there
before some fool decides to take advantage of her.
Damn what am I going to say? . She wondered briefly.
Oh I don't know how about something simple like…I'm sorry for embarrassing
you. The voice quipped.
Hey I'm not the one who should be sorry here. She's been spying on me she
got what she deserved. Mika retorted.
Then why are you going to all this trouble? The irritating voiced
questioned.
Oh shut up!
I can'na believe I've spent this whole night following that little gypsy.
Erin thought disgusted with herself. She's nothing but a rogue and
a thief and, and, and a flirt! She added outraged. Now 'ere I am in
the middle o' the night na' even sure I can find my own way back to the castle.
She sat staring out at nothing, lost in despair and confusion over her actions.
Finally her eyes focused on a pair of black booted feet standing before her.
Slowly raising her eyes she noted familiar looking brown breeches, and up
further still, to a white shirt covered by a rich green vest. Oh God! She
swallowed a lump in her throat and gathered her courage to raise her eyes.
What is she doin 'ere? Why now? Slowly looking up into the face she
dreaded seeing.
Sky blue met emerald green and the world around them fell away all sound except
that of their own breathing was gone. In that one moment the universe ceased
its existence for a fraction of a second and left both woman stunned by the
intensity of the reaction.
Mika was first to shake away the sensation. She smiled widely at the woman
before her. “Hello,” she purred. “Want to tell me why you've
been following me all evening?” she raised an eyebrow enquiringly.
All the feeling, confusion and stunned reactions caught up with Erin she opened
her mouth to speak but in that one moment she did something she had never
done before; the dark beauty...fainted.
Continued in part 2
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