Page 60 of While Angels Slept (de Lohr Dynasty #1)

T evin stared hard at the woman, trying to see the young girl he had known so long ago. With the terrible aging and the progression of her disease, she looked like an old woman and she was only a little over thirty years of age. Life had been difficult for her, indeed.

Louisa regarded her husband, a very big man who had only grown more handsome over the years. She was quite astonished, actually. She had expected him to show up at some point, given her conversation with Lady Cantia, and she was prepared for his hatred and rage. Or, so she thought.

But Tevin did nothing more than stare at her for several moments, wondering how to start the conversation, when he finally gave up and simply shook his head.

“Long ago, I had imagined this moment and what I would say to you when the time came,” he said. “Now that the moment is upon me, I do not know where to start. I suppose I could say that the only reason you are here is because I love another woman. You are here because of her and her alone.”

Louisa had a difficult time understanding him, for she’d not spoken Middle English for quite some time. It was a confusing language.

“Me pardonner que mon anglais n’est pas très bon,” she said softly.

Forgive that my English is not very good.

Tevin took the hint, as he was fluent in three different languages.

In this time of travel and trade, it was necessary.

Additionally, if one had borrowed troops, it was necessary to be able to command them in a language they could understand. He shifted to French.

“You are here because of Lady Cantia,” he said. “Do you comprehend? ”

“Aye.”

“I understand you had a conversation with her earlier.”

“I did.”

“She told me what you said about everything, including Arabel,” he moved closer to the bed, his dark eyes intense. “Is this true?”

Louisa gazed up at the enormous knight, a man who was showing great restraint with his emotions.

She could tell that he was struggling simply by his expression.

Because she was so ill, she had no fear of the man.

Death was coming for her, anyway. Tevin du Reims could not do anything more to her in that regard.

“I wish it was not,” she said softly. “You were kind to me, my lord, but I was too young and foolish to realize it. All I knew was that I loved a man not my husband, and I wanted to be with him. I was, and I became pregnant. If your lady told you everything, then you also know that I fled because I was afraid you would discover the child was not yours and you would kill me for it. Perhaps you intend to now. But I go to God with a clear conscience.”

Tevin listened to her quiet explanation, digesting it, before sighing heavily. Then, he shrugged.

“I cannot ask why you did it, because I know,” he said.

“I cannot pretend that I am hurt by your betrayal, because I am not. I was humiliated, that is true, but only as a man whose wife leaves him for another man. There was no personal emotion involved. You left Arabel with me and that was all I cared about. Even as I look at you now, the only emotions I feel are those pertaining to Arabel.”

“I understand.”

“What happened to the knight? The one you said is her true father?”

Louisa drew in a breath, coughing slightly when her chest roweled. Tevin stood well back as the woman covered her cough with a vinegar soaked cloth.

“He left me for another woman,” she finally rasped. “I was seventeen years old. My father disowned me so I had no choice but to do what I could to survive.”

“You are a prostitute.”

Louisa simply nodded, closing her weary eyes.

“Certainly not as I had planned for my life to happen,” she said, opening her eyes and fixing on him.

“I heard a few years ago that Arabel’s father had been killed in a tavern fight.

I also heard he had fathered several other children with different women.

I suppose, in hindsight, I did not fall in love with a man of good character.

But I was young… I did not know any better. ”

Tevin simply nodded. In truth, he had heard everything he wanted to hear and there was not much more to say. But he wanted to make one thing very clear.

“Arabel has asked to meet you and I have agreed,” he said, his voice low.

“Let me make it clear that you are not to tell her of your past indiscretions or of her true parentage. She does not need to know these things. Tell her of your family history, or of other meaningless things, but do not upset her with things she does not need to know. Do you comprehend?”

Louisa nodded weakly, but there was uncertainty to it. “She will want to know why I left,” she said. “What would you have me tell her?”

Tevin averted his gaze, thinking on what his daughter knew of her mother’s abandonment. “She believes you left because she was born crippled,” he said quietly. “Perhaps… perhaps you should allow her to believe that and simply tell her that you are sorry for it.”

“You would rather have her believe I abandoned her because she was deformed and not because she was her mother’s bastard?”

He looked at her sharply. “She has already been hurt by what she believes to be the truth,” he said.

“If you tell her your real reasons, she will be hurt twice by your departure and betrayal. This I will not allow. No matter if she is truly not of my blood, I have raised her as my own and she is my daughter. I love her as much as I ever did and if you hurt her again, I swear to God that you shall not like my response. I am granting you the privilege of meeting this beautiful, young woman whom you gave birth to, who you are wholly unworthy of. Do not betray my good graces again.”

Louisa’s dark eyes were wide on him. After a moment, she simply nodded. “As you wish, my lord.”

“If you have to tell her something, make it tales of glory that will make her feel good about herself, not like a worthless cripple whose mother abandoned her at birth. If you must say something to her, give her something to dream.”

Louisa carefully regarded him. His words spoke of a very great love for Arabel, surprising when men were usually not the emotional sort. “I see you now as I saw you then. A man of great feeling,” she said. “That is a rare thing, my lord.”

Tevin’s response was to shoot her a look of impatience before he turned for the door. As he put his hand on the panel, Louisa’s soft voice stopped him.

“I am sorry, my lord,” she said with as much strength as she could muster. “Please know how sorry I am for what I did. I am sorry we did not have the life together you had planned for.”

Tevin looked at the woman. He couldn’t muster the pity for her that Cantia had.

“I suspect you are only sorry because your life did not turn out as you had hoped,” he said frankly.

“If you and your knight had lived a long and healthy life together, you would not be sorry in the least. You would consider Arabel and me a casualty of your decision and nothing more.”

As he left the shack, Louisa came to realize he was right. He was right about something else, too.

Perhaps she should give Arabel something to dream.

*

“Father, I do not want you to go in with me,” Arabel told Tevin as they crossed the bailey towards the smithy shacks. “I will speak to Lady Louisa alone.”

Tevin was carrying his daughter in his arms. Her latest statement had his brow furrowing.

“You cannot go in alone,” he said flatly.

“Why not?” Arabel demanded. “She cannot hurt me.”

“Nay, she cannot hurt you, but the fact remains that I will be there.”

“Why?”

“Because I will.”

“But she may be afraid to speak if you are there,” Arabel pointed out. “You are quite frightening when you want to be, Father.”

“I will go in with her,” Cantia said quietly, following the pair.

“Nay,” Tevin said firmly, glancing at his lady. “I will go in. You may accompany us if you wish, but know that I am not comfortable with it. I wish you would simply stay out.”

Cantia looked at him. “I am not going to stay out. If you go in, I go in.”

Tevin rolled his eyes. “Stubborn woman,” he muttered as they reached the shack. He stuck out a foot and pulled the door open. “Then stay close. If you get too close to her, I shall carry you out and spank you soundly.”

Cantia fought off a grin at the threat, lowering her head because she did not want Tevin to see her face.

He was edgy enough as it was and she didn’t want to push him.

Tevin was already moving into the dim, musty shack, keeping Arabel far from the figure lying in the shadows upon piles of fresh straw.

He couldn’t set Arabel down because there were no chairs in the room, so he stood several feet away from the bed and cleared his throat softly.

“Louisa,” he said, his tone low as he deliberately left out “Lady”. “We have arrived. Are you awake?”

The figure on the musty mattress stirred slightly. Bits of chaff blew up in the air as she moved, settling upon the uneven floor. Several long moments passed before a faint voice began to speak.

“In the fall, the trees will turn shades of orange and gold, soft strokes of the colors of sunset that appear vibrant against the deep blue sky.” The voice from the bed was barely audible.

“In the winter, the colors will disappear and the trees will be hidden by blankets of white snow, glistening and puffy pillows that look like clouds but melt to the touch. When I was a child, my brother and I used to run wild in the fields of shimmering snow that the old people would call Winter’s Tears.

We would make shapes in the snow. Have you ever seen snow, Arabel? ”

Arabel was listening intently, mesmerized by the first sound of her mother’s heavily accented French. It was a deep, raspy tone, not what she had imagined or expected.

“A few times,” she replied softly. “But it usually melts and turns to mud. It never stays very long.”