Chapter One iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Choose."iconpackager Enhanced patch

Rhian jumped. The hissed order seemed to come from the very air itself. She nearly dropped the ewers of ale she carried to the great hall. iconpackager Enhanced patch

Choose what? iconpackager Enhanced patch

After rebalancing her load, she swallowed her dread before heading toward the boisterous gathering.iconpackager Enhanced patch

She had not the leisure to contemplate the uneasy feeling that started as little more than a prickle at the nape of her neck and now swept through her limbs like a cold winter wind. She'd not been at Browan Keep more than a few days and had no intention of staying long enough to discover what caused her unease. iconpackager Enhanced patch

This was naught but a temporary haven-one that grew more unpleasant by the day. iconpackager Enhanced patch

And now a formless voice urged her to choose.iconpackager Enhanced patch

Choose what? iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Wench!" The shout came from one of the men in the hall. "Be quicker with that ale." An order that had been repeated many times this evening. iconpackager Enhanced patch

The act of serving those gathered in the Great Hall bothered her little, but the drunken louts yelling and pawing at her set her teeth on edge. There was no master at Browan. She'd heard that the lord here had died in a hunting accident and King Stephen had not yet replaced him.iconpackager Enhanced patch

The man who was temporarily in charge had no control over the others, so they ran wild. Their entertainment had risen to the level of a game this night. The more they drank, the more they sought to pull her down onto their laps or to fondle her as she walked by.iconpackager Enhanced patch

While some of the other girls welcomed these advances, she had no wish to be compromised in such a manner. She'd already compromised herself enough by coming here alone in the first place; she'd not make her lot worse.iconpackager Enhanced patch

After slamming one ewer down onto the table with a heavy thud she spun away, successfully avoiding a pair of reaching hands. Slurred curses met her maneuver.iconpackager Enhanced patch

No sooner had a smile of success twitched at her lips, when she plowed into a smelly, beefy wall of flesh. "Ah, my beauty, you show excellent taste." The man wrapped his arms about her waist, securing her as neatly as herring caught in a net.iconpackager Enhanced patch

Rhian mumbled her own curse. She'd spun too far-right into the snare of yet another lout. iconpackager Enhanced patch

When he sought to lean in for a kiss, the stench of his breath gagged her and fueled her need to escape. She nearly growled before rapping a pitcher of ale against his head.iconpackager Enhanced patch

The earthen jug shattered, leaving her holding naught but the handle. Either his skull was made of rock, or he was too far in his cups to notice, because he did not fall, nor did he release her. At least not at first.iconpackager Enhanced patch

In expectation of the worst, her heartbeat slowed and breathing ceased. The man's reaction appeared to happen in a manner slower than normal. He shook his head and smiled briefly before letting his arms drop to his sides as he sank like a leaf borne on a breeze to the floor.iconpackager Enhanced patch

Without pausing to see if he still breathed, Rhian ran from the hall, into the smaller entry chamber. Boisterous hoots of laughter followed her hasty departure.iconpackager Enhanced patch

As more men entered through the great doors, she bolted past them with a prayer on her lips that the small footbridge connecting the keep to the partially finished inner wall would still be in place. Her prayer answered, she skirted quickly across the moveable planks to the wall. iconpackager Enhanced patch

A chilled wind buffeted her as she raced blindly along the torch-lit wallwalk seeking a way to reach the bailey below. Night had fallen and she was nothing more in this keep than a lowly serving wench who had no business on the wall. She wished to avoid being dragged back into the overcrowded hall. The men would only make sport of her and the other girls would torment her unceasingly. iconpackager Enhanced patch

The tromping of horses' hooves stopped directly below her. "Hail!"iconpackager Enhanced patch

Rhian froze midstep. Her breath and heart skipped over each other. She clenched her fists at her sides and closed her eyes. She'd no wish to see the danger heading her way.iconpackager Enhanced patch

"You, girl!"iconpackager Enhanced patch

The approaching danger didn't sound extremely threatening. She took a fortifying breath of air, before peering over the walkway to look down at the man in the bailey.iconpackager Enhanced patch

Rhian shielded her eyes from the torch he held aloft. The light flickered across his face. His voice had belied his age. This man was little more than a boy. A squire perhaps? Since he was not demanding to know why she was on the wall, it was apparent he was not from Browan. iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Ah, she does hear."iconpackager Enhanced patch

When the men around him snickered, Rhian backed away from the edge of the walk. By himself he didn't appear threatening, but the men with him seemed a scurvy lot and they were many years beyond boyhood. iconpackager Enhanced patch

"I mean you no harm. Just a question if you please."iconpackager Enhanced patch

The pleading in his voice beckoned her to answer. "I've no time for idle chatter, be quick."iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Is your master in residence?"iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Now how would-" She caught herself. "Nay. There is no master of Browan."iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Surely someone is in charge."iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Sir Hector holds the keep until the new master arrives." Why was he asking her this question in the first place? Had he not inquired at the gates?iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Excellent. My lord will be pleased to hear that." He tugged on his horse's reins as if to leave, then turned back to her. "Tell me, are Browan's gates always unguarded?"iconpackager Enhanced patch

Rhian gasped softly. That explained why this lad questioned a serving wench. What type of imbecile was in charge of the haven she'd found? While it did explain why nobody had noticed her on the wall, it did not explain why during a time of unending battles a sane man left a keep open for conquest. She realized she was taking too long to answer and fumbled for a suitable response. "I...I know not. Perhaps the guards were occupied elsewhere." iconpackager Enhanced patch

If she valued her safety, she knew that her time at Browan was at an end. She'd leave at first light. Surely there was another keep nearby. One where a residing lord valued his property and those inside the walls.iconpackager Enhanced patch

The young man nodded. "Perhaps you are right. I will bid you good evening then and thank you for your kind assistance."iconpackager Enhanced patch

Without waiting for him and his companions to leave, Rhian paced back and forth, resuming her search for a ladder down to the bailey.iconpackager Enhanced patch

The man cleared his throat. When she peered at him, he motioned toward her left with the torch. "If you are searching for a ladder, there is one a few feet that way." Without another word he turned and left. The men with him followed, their renewed snickers echoing off into the night.iconpackager Enhanced patch

To her great relief, she managed to descend the ladder without breaking her neck. The relative quiet of the inner bailey provided her a small semblance of peace as she crossed the nearly dark yard. The two guards she encountered paid her little heed other than asking her business at Browan. It amazed her that once she admitted to being a serving wench, they waved her on her way. Aye, she'd have no regrets about leaving in the morning. She had no intentions of being in residence when this keep fell to the next enemy who approached.iconpackager Enhanced patch

Rhian leaned against the wall of a shed to rest a while before heading back to the kitchens. Hopefully, Hawise would not notice her absence until she found a measure of ease for her weary body and mind. While the tenseness left her body, her mind ran in circles. How could she have come here like this? Had she lost her sense of reason? Why did she not just stay with-?iconpackager Enhanced patch

"You! Girl!"iconpackager Enhanced patch

Why did everyone call her girl? Did the clothes she'd filched fit that poorly? She quickly realized her mistake-being seen as nothing more than a girl was a blessing, not a curse.iconpackager Enhanced patch

After banishing her unwarranted ire, she looked up at the man on horseback. In the near pitch blackness of the night, she could see little more than his silhouette. Since he was mounted and accompanied by a host of others, she assumed he was of some consequence.iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Aye, milord?"iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Where are the stable boys? Why has no one come to greet us?"iconpackager Enhanced patch

Disoriented by the night, Rhian looked toward what she hoped was the stable before replying, "There is a great celebration this night. Perhaps all are making merry in the hall."iconpackager Enhanced patch

"'Tis a poor excuse."iconpackager Enhanced patch

While she could not discern his features, something in his voice rang familiar, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to rise. Nay, she'd been careful to hide her trail. He'd not have been able to find her so quickly. iconpackager Enhanced patch

Confident of the abilities learned at her father's side, Rhian shook off her concern. All men of rank spoke with that same arrogant tone, making their names and faces blend into one indiscernible toad in her mind. Instead of replying with the barb that wanted to escape her lips, she said, "It is the only excuse I can offer, milord."iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Why are you out here alone on such a dark, moonless night?"iconpackager Enhanced patch

A question she should have asked herself before seeking refuge in a dark, nearly deserted bailey. Still, her safety was none of his concern. "I just wished for a breath of air. The hall is overcrowded and airless."iconpackager Enhanced patch

"And have you had your air?"iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Aye."iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Then return to the keep where it's safer."iconpackager Enhanced patch

She jerked away from the shed at his order. Of all the arrogance she'd witnessed this night, he was by far the most...the worst...the- iconpackager Enhanced patch

He moved his horse closer until she could feel the beast's hot breath on her cheek. She shrank away from what felt like the fires of hell. "Unless you seek to disobey an order, go. Now."iconpackager Enhanced patch

The urge to argue with him was nigh on irresistible. His demeanor, his tone of voice, his haughty bearing all begged for a good tongue-lashing. Rhian knew that she was more than capable of performing the task. But it would raise suspicion if a serving wench addressed her betters in such a manner.iconpackager Enhanced patch

Suspicion she could not risk. iconpackager Enhanced patch

It took one deep breath to swallow her wayward urge. And another three to become as close to meek and subservient as she could.iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Oh, nay, milord, one such as I would never seek to disobey an order." She winced at the tone of her own voice.iconpackager Enhanced patch

He ignored her tone. And ordered again, "Go." In a voice so low, so sinister that it brooked no further argument. iconpackager Enhanced patch

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"Choose." iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Choose what?" Rhian knew her voice was tinged with anger, but cared not. She was tired of being told to choose, tired of being told to do anything. What was she to choose? She glanced around the smoke-filled kitchen in confusion. Outside of half a dozen serving girls, a cook and three helpers, she didn't see anything that warranted choosing.iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Ack." Hawise, an elderly servant, shook her head. "Girl, you could pick any man in the hall-"iconpackager Enhanced patch

Rhian's harsh laugh stopped the older woman's absurd comment. "And what pray tell would I do with him?" It was ludicrous to even consider choosing any of the louts gathered in this hall.iconpackager Enhanced patch

Hawise leaned closer, whispering, "Anything he wants. Anything you want. Twould do much to improve your lot in life."iconpackager Enhanced patch

Nothing short of a miracle would improve her life at this point. And the Dear Lord did not deem it necessary to bestow any grace or miracle on her. Perhaps in truth He didn't exist. Rhian silently prayed to be forgiven for her blasphemous thought. "My lot in life needs no improving, but I do thank you for your concern."iconpackager Enhanced patch

"It was not a request, you nit." One of the younger serving girls snarled as she huffed out of the kitchen.iconpackager Enhanced patch

Another one, a blonde, chimed in. "They are like dogs circling a bitch in heat."iconpackager Enhanced patch

Rhian gasped. "What are you saying?"iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Since you are neither blind nor dull witted, 'tis a sly game you play at our expense."iconpackager Enhanced patch

"I play no game."iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Then what would you call it if not a game? You flaunt yourself in front of our men, yet do not avail yourself of their pallet. They ignore those of us who have always freely made our charms available to pant after the one who gives harder chase."iconpackager Enhanced patch

Surely insanity had struck the entire keep. "I would never avail myself in such a manner."iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Oh?" The blonde lifted one eyebrow. "You are too high and mighty for a little dalliance?"iconpackager Enhanced patch

"High and mighty has naught to do with it. I will not compromise myself in such a way."iconpackager Enhanced patch

The girl motioned toward the others. "Did ye hear that? Milady here will not compromise herself with a man between her legs." She tossed an errant braid over her shoulder, before picking up an ewer and stalking past Rhian. She paused long enough to add in Rhian's ear, "You know not what you are missing."iconpackager Enhanced patch

By the time Rhian found her voice, there was no one left in the kitchen except the cook and Hawise, and the woman cackled so loud that Rhian forgot what she'd been about to say.iconpackager Enhanced patch

"What, what..." Hawise finally managed to stop cackling long enough to ask, "What be wrong, little lady? Swallow your tongue?"iconpackager Enhanced patch

Rhian tried to think of a way to make the older woman see the absurdity of the situation. But she could find no excuse that would keep her identity safe from discovery.iconpackager Enhanced patch

Hawise frowned at her in a way that made Rhian nervous. The woman seemed to look through the coarse gown and snarled hair, to Rhian's soul. Finally, Hawise shook her head before handing Rhian a bowl of sweets. "Take these out to the hall, milady, and bring yourself right back here."iconpackager Enhanced patch

Oh, heaven help her. Had the woman guessed so soon? "Hawise-" Rhian pleaded. iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Go. Do as I say."iconpackager Enhanced patch

As Rhian turned to leave, Hawise added, "Right back here. No mincing in front of the men. Leave them for the others."iconpackager Enhanced patch

Mincing in front of the men, indeed. Rhian looked over those gathered in the hall and curled her lip. There wasn't a single man here who warranted any sort of attention from her. Mincing. iconpackager Enhanced patch

It would take more than a drunken sot to reduce her to that type of behavior. She approached the head table on the raised dais at the far end of the hall. Not even those seated in this place of honor captured her attention. Least of all the man in charge of the hall, who leaned so heavily on the table that his face was nearly in his food.iconpackager Enhanced patch

Certainly not the man situated to the right of the seat of honor. She wondered if he could see through eyes so red. Rhian gingerly stepped over the man she'd hit earlier and placed the bowl of sweets on the table.iconpackager Enhanced patch

Before she could beat a hasty retreat back to the kitchens, a hand grasped her wrist. "Ah, there you are, my lovely."iconpackager Enhanced patch

She glared at the man holding her arm. "Let me go. I have work to attend to."iconpackager Enhanced patch

He towered over her, easily pulling her closer. Close enough to feel the hardness between them. "Yes, my lovely, you do." The man tightened his hold, grinding his growing manhood against her stomach. iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Sir, do nothing you might regret later." Her legs shook, but she refused to let him see any fear. iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Regret?" He leaned down. His blue eyes were glazed by drink and a look she recognized as lust. Surely the drink he'd consumed blinded him.iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Oh, aye, regret and more." Rhian blinked twice to make sure her sight did not deceive her. iconpackager Enhanced patch

Hawise nudged the young blond serving girl closer to the man. "Why would you want a scrawny girl like this?" The older woman nodded toward Rhian, before directing the drunken guest's attention to the now flirting buxom blonde. "Not when this one here would be more than willing to serve your needs."iconpackager Enhanced patch

Thankfully, the man's gap-toothed smile was diverted to the other girl, giving Rhian a chance to pull free. She waited for no orders from Hawise before escaping back to the kitchens.iconpackager Enhanced patch

With Hawise fast on her trail. "I told you to return immediately. Can you not listen?" She dipped a ladle into the water bucket and handed it to Rhian.iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Thank you." Rhian swallowed deeply, allowing the cool water to wash away the lump that had formed in her throat. "I tried to return. As you could see, I was detained."iconpackager Enhanced patch

"And I saw that you did little to free yourself."iconpackager Enhanced patch

"What was I supposed to do?"iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Kick him. Use your knee. How do you survive on your own?"iconpackager Enhanced patch

Rhian lifted her head. "I have survived quite well until now."iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Aye. Under your father's tender care." Hawise leaned against a support beam before sinking down onto a low stool. "Do not speak lies, I am too old and tired for them. You are no more a servant than I am a lady."iconpackager Enhanced patch

"You cannot be certain of that." Rhian paused to weigh her words. She could not afford to give away too much. "It matters little. I will be gone soon."iconpackager Enhanced patch

Hawise flapped a drying rag in the air and laughed. "Where will you go, child? A woman traveling alone is fair game for all manner of cutthroats and predators."iconpackager Enhanced patch

"I will manage." She'd managed so far these last few days. In a manner of speaking. To be honest, she'd happened on Browan Keep quite by accident. At the time it'd been a blessed sight. Now, Rhian wondered if it was more of a curse than blessing. "Perhaps one of the men out there needs another servant."iconpackager Enhanced patch

Hawise laughed herself breathless. Finally, gasping for air and wiping the tears from her eyes, she asked, "Pray tell, how pleased do you think their womenfolk will be when the lord and master arrives home with a strange female in tow? Not just a female, but an unmarried one such as you?"iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Such as me?" iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Unmarried. Young. Unmarred by pockmarks or worry lines. Just the sight of your smooth face will send the women into fits."iconpackager Enhanced patch

"What are you yammering about?" Rhian frowned. "I am filthy, ragged. I have nothing to call my own." She tugged at the high neck of her faded yellow gown. The coarsely spun cotton had not seen a dye bath in more years than she could imagine. It hung on her like the sack it would soon become. "Even this is...borrowed. There is not a lady in the world who would envy me anything."iconpackager Enhanced patch

Hawise rose and waved her hands in the air. "Girl, you are a fool, nothing but a young fool. I should wash my hands of you and be done with it."iconpackager Enhanced patch

"Ale!" Shouts for drink echoed down the corridor connecting the kitchens and larder to the hall.iconpackager Enhanced patch

To escape Hawise's senseless babbling, Rhian grabbed two ewers of ale in each hand, then again headed toward the great hall. iconpackager Enhanced patch

"We will finish this!" The older woman's warning followed her down the corridor.iconpackager Enhanced patch

Finish it indeed. Rhian knew that Browan Keep would be far behind her by the full light of day. Hawise could finish her lecture alone.iconpackager Enhanced patch

Since many of the men had already fallen asleep in various spots along the floor, Rhian worried only a little about being pawed upon as she deposited the pitchers of ale on the tables. Quickly finishing her task, she turned back to the kitchens, then looked toward the entry chamber at the other end of the hall. iconpackager Enhanced patch

Here was a choice she could make. Return to Hawise's infernal lecture. Or leave Browan now. The gates were unguarded, she'd not be stopped. iconpackager Enhanced patch

She wiped her suddenly damp palms on the skirt of her gown. She had little else but the clothes on her back. Rhian absently touched the ribbon about her neck. The only item of worth still in her possession hung from the makeshift chain.iconpackager Enhanced patch

The amethyst pendant had been sent to her upon her mother's death a few short months past. An oddly shaped circle, with a crudely etched dragon in the center. Her breath hitched at the pain of a memory still too new, an ache still too raw and horror that still haunted her dreams.iconpackager Enhanced patch

It would be an easy task to leave the hall. None would notice her absence. Surely she could find the stables once outside. Perhaps if none of the stable lads were about, she could coax a horse to follow her out the gates.iconpackager Enhanced patch

Rhian tugged at her bottom lip. If the horse just followed her out of the stables and gates, would that be considered stealing? She knew the answer the instant the question formed. Yes. If caught, she could very well forfeit her life.iconpackager Enhanced patch

She took a deep breath and decided. A horse would require food she did not have. Instead of burdening herself with the added worry, she would walk. As long as she avoided the road and kept to the forest as she had before, it would be safer and quicker.iconpackager Enhanced patch

The decision made, she straightened her back and walked boldly between the tables toward the hall's entrance-in her case, an exit. iconpackager Enhanced patch

As she drew closer, the sound of a commotion from beyond the great doors filtered through to the entryway. Rhian slowed her steps. If more men were coming in, she wished not to be caught up in the middle of their arrival. If she hurried, perhaps she could escape their notice.iconpackager Enhanced patch

Both doors swung open with such force that they slammed against the wall with a crash that reverberated throughout the entire keep. Herb-scented rushes that had been strewn on the floor whooshed past her feet. iconpackager Enhanced patch

Rhian silently cursed. She was too close now to avoid the arriving party. She stooped her shoulders and bowed her head-hopefully in a perfect servantlike manner. Perhaps if she just continued on as if she were about her lord's orders, they would simply let her pass. iconpackager Enhanced patch

Certain the ruse would work, Rhian glanced over her shoulder one last time before ducking into the entryway, to see if anyone would notice. Undetected, she continued through the archway to the entrance and ran smack into a solid, motionless wall of flesh and muscle covered by hard chain mail.iconpackager Enhanced patch

Chapter Twoiconpackager Enhanced patch

"My pardon, milord." The man Rhian had run into did not move. Nor did he say a word. In fact, she suddenly realized that those gathered around him held their collective breath.iconpackager Enhanced patch

Dread curled up from her toes. She closed her eyes for a moment before reopening them and lifting her head until her neck stretched. Only one man could be that tall.
Her single-word curse was far from silent and far from servantlike.iconpackager Enhanced patch "My, my, such a charming greeting. It matches your lovely attire." His leaf-green eyes staring down at her narrowed. "Ah, now I realize my mistake. I have spent this last week searching for a lady."