Lion's Bride (36 page)

“No, you always stood between me and the rest. Even if you didn’t realize it. Think about it.”

“I won’t think about it. It’s not true.”

“Then pick up the sword and kill me.”

Vaden glared at him. “This softness won’t last. I’ll come after you again.”

“I’ll welcome you,” Ware said. “As friend to friend.”

The sound that came from Vaden’s throat was the frustrated growl of a tiger robbed of its prey. He turned on his heel and strode back toward the forest.

For the first time in the encounter Thea drew a deep breath.

Vaden rode a white stallion out of the woods a moment later. “Hand me my sword.”

Ware reached down and handed him the weapon hilt first. He stood looking up at him, the blade of the sword between them.

Thea stiffened as she saw Vaden’s hand open and close yearningly on the hilt.

“A fool like you doesn’t deserve to live,” he said. “Fortune blessed you today, Ware.”

“A good friend is always a blessing.”

Vaden shook his head incredulously. He put spurs to his horse and started to ride away. He had gone only a short distance when he reined in, wheeled his horse, and galloped back. Before they knew what he was doing, he had gathered the reins of Ware’s horse, then Thea’s.

“What are you doing?” Ware called, startled.

“You can’t expect fortune to give you all its bounty. You made me very angry. It will be pleasant to think of the two of you walking the rest of the way to Hafir.” He smiled maliciously. “I’d walk very fast, if I were you. A troop of Knights Templar cannot be more than a day’s ride behind you on the trail.”

He was gone in a flurry of dust.

Thea watched him tear across the plain in bemusement.

“I was stupid,” Selene said in self-disgust. “It’s all my fault. I made you lose the horses.”

“It could have been worse.” Thea suddenly realized what an understatement that was and began to chuckle. “Oh, yes, it could have been much worse.” She turned to Ware. “Do we start to walk or wait until the fire dies out?”

“What?” His tone was absent. “Oh, we wait. I don’t want to risk being caught in the open. The fires on the other bank were minor. He torched only this side of the stream. It should burn out before dawn, and the men should be able to cross.”

She frowned. “He shouldn’t have killed those trees.”

“Better the trees than us,” Selene said. “The fire is drawing closer. I’ll go get my horse before the flames do.” She moved toward the edge of trees and then stopped. “No, it’s your horse now, Thea. I shouldn’t be allowed to keep it when I made you lose yours.”

Selene had to be feeling exceedingly guilty to sacrifice her horse. “I’m sure that Ware can persuade one of his men to lend me a mount.”

Selene’s expression brightened. “Oh, good.” She still hesitated before saying haltingly, “I would appreciate it if you would say nothing to Kadar about my stupidity.”

“You were surprised. It wasn’t—”

“It was
stupid.
”

It was clear Selene was not accepting words of comfort. “Ware and I won’t mention it to him.”

Selene muttered as she strode away, “Not that I should care if he thinks me foolish when he’s idiot enough to wander away into Lord knows what danger.”

Thea turned to see that Vaden was almost out of sight. “You were so certain he wouldn’t kill you?” she asked Ware.

“No.”

She whirled to face him. “Then why did you run the risk?”

“I wasn’t sure I could best him in battle. If he’d killed me, he would have been committed to his course and been forced to kill you too.”

“So you put your head under his sword.” Her hands clenched. “I may kill you myself. Vaden was right, you are a fool.”

“It was the only way to save us all.”

She shivered as she remembered how close that sword had fallen. “Was he really protecting you all these years?”

“I think so.” He whispered, his gaze on Vaden, “God, I hope so.”

“You risked too much for hope.”

He finally turned to face her and smiled. “How can you say that? When it was you who taught me to hope again.”

Five days after Thea, Ware, and Selene reached Hafir, the wagons from Dundragon came.

Wagon after wagon, filled with furniture and goods and people, poured into the valley. Behind the wagons walked a stream of more men, women, and children.

Ware gave a low whistle. “We may need another ship.”

“What did you expect?” Thea asked. “You see, choice is best. There’s little for them here but one kind of slavery or another. They know you will guard and care for them even in a foreign land.” As she knew he would care and guard her. “I wonder if—” She broke off when she saw Jasmine walking behind the second wagon. “There she is.” She had thought Jasmine would come, but there was always a chance she would stay behind. She ran toward the woman. “Jasmine. I’m so glad you decided to come with us. I was afraid I’d have to send for you later.”

“Where else would I be?” Jasmine asked. “But I would rather go to Damascus than on this ship to nowhere. I’ve never been on the water and I hear it’s a fearsome experience.”

“Neither have I sailed. But Selene did all the way from Constantinople, and she says it can be quite pleasant when the weather is fine.” She looked searchingly beyond Jasmine. “Where’s Tasza? Didn’t she come?”

“Of course she came. She’s lolling behind talking to Abdul. She cannot see or hear anything but him when he’s within a mile of her.” Jasmine looked down at the ship in the harbor. “Abdul said it belongs to the Old Man of the Mountain. Some of our people are afraid that death clings to it.”

“It’s safer for us than a ship flying under any other flag.” She added gravely, “But I cannot promise safety. I cannot even tell you where we’re going until we set sail.”

“But we’ll still have our house of silk?”

“I’m not sure what the conditions will be for the making of silk.” Her lips tightened. “But if we cannot make it, we’ll get it from somewhere and I’ll still have my house. I’ll persuade Ware to settle near the sea. Where there are ships, there can be trade. No one need know where the embroideries come from, and if they’re fine enough, people will be too glad to get them to ask questions. We’ll find a way.”

“Good,” Jasmine said. “Now I must go pluck Tasza from Abdul. He has more important things to do than listen to her chatter.”

“So we’re to settle near the sea,” Ware murmured from behind Thea. His hands fell on her shoulders, affectionately kneading them.

“It will be good for you also. It’s safer to have a way of escape if we’re attacked,” Thea said. “You’re taking me to this land of mists and mountains. I should be the one to say where we live in it.”

He chuckled. “And what we are to do once we get there.”

“I’m telling you what
I’m
to do. You may do as you wish as long as the danger is not too great.” She leaned back against him. “You must take great care of yourself so that you can protect our son and daughter.”

“Daughter? Before, it was only a son.”

“I decided I must have a daughter to learn my skills. So you must stay home enough to get me with child at least twice. A son would probably be like you, running about the countryside and making war.”

“A hideous prospect.”

Warmth rushed through her as she thought of a son with Ware’s eyes and great heart. “Not so hideous.” She qualified, “If he doesn’t have your obstinacy.”

His lips brushed her ear. “I believe I can promise to be at your side any time you require me. In fact, you’ll have to sweep me out of your presence when I’m not wanted.”

She would want him every minute of every day. She wanted to linger there even now when she should be overseeing the unpacking of the wagons. She sighed and stepped out of his arms. “I have to find Selene and have her help me. She needs to keep busy. She’s been watching the road for Kadar since we set up camp.”

“So have I,” Ware said. “Perhaps she’s right—maybe I was wrong to let him go.”

And was now suffering his usual burden of guilt. “You weren’t wrong. What you said was true. Kadar would have found a way to go anyway.” She added to comfort herself as well as him, “It’s only been five days. He said he would return in eight.”

Ware nodded. “He’ll keep his word.”

Kadar did not arrive in the next three days.

Nor on the day after.

Selene did not eat or sleep. She did nothing but watch for Kadar and care for his falcons, which Abdul had brought from Dundragon. Thea had tried to keep her busy, but the ship was quickly loaded and ready to depart. Now they could only sit and wait.

At sunset on the tenth day Thea climbed the hill to Ware, who was sitting, watching the road. His face was almost as strained as Selene’s, she thought wearily. Her own expression was probably equally drawn. She sat down beside him. “What will we do if he doesn’t come?”

“I’ll wait another two days and then you’ll set sail. I’ll go in search of him and we’ll join you in Scotland.”

She had no intention of setting sail without him, but she would not argue now. “You don’t even know where he went.”

“Sinan knows.”

She closed her eyes. Dear God, she didn’t want him to go back to that devil’s stronghold. “Is there no other—”

“He’s coming!”

Thea’s lids flicked open to see Selene running down the hill toward the road. She jumped to her feet.

A rider was on the horizon, a dark silhouette against the setting sun.

“Selene, come back. It may not be—”

“It’s Kadar.” Selene’s shout rang with joy. “Do you think I don’t know him?” She had reached the road and was running toward the rider. “It’s Kadar!”

Her voice was so certain, Thea’s heart leaped with hope. She ran after Ware, who was already striding down the hill.

“Ah, you come to greet me,” the rider called. “A fitting welcome for one who has striven ceaselessly on your behalf.”

It
was
Kadar.

Selene had already reached him and grabbed the reins. “You’re late. You broke your promise. You said eight days.”

“I had a few problems discharging my task.” He got down from his horse. “And I knew you would wait. It’s not often people are gifted with such a splendid individual in their midst. You would have been most depleted by—” He broke off. “Tears, Selene?”

She angrily brushed them from her cheeks. “I always cry when I’m angry. You should have kept your word. You should never have gone.”

“But you told me to go.” He reached out and touched the child’s wet cheeks with exquisite gentleness. “What a beautiful treasure tears can be. I thank you for the gift.”

“Are you mad? I didn’t tell you to go,” Selene said. “I would never have told you to do the bidding of that Old Man. I want to
slap
you.”

“But Sinan didn’t set me this task. You did.” He turned and glanced back the way he had come. “You said you wanted your boxes of embroidered silks. It was not easy. I had to find horses and someone to drive the wagon, and then we had to dodge both Richard’s and Saladin’s forces on the way here. At one point we had to backtrack and go around—”

“You went after our embroideries?” Thea interrupted, stunned. “You have them?”

“Ali should be in sight any moment—Ah, there he is.” Kadar gestured at the wagon silhouetted against the horizon. “I could not bear the slowness of the wagon, so I hastened ahead to—”

“We thought you went on Sinan’s task,” Ware said gruffly.

Kadar was genuinely surprised. “Why? I said nothing about Sinan.”

“You said nothing about anything,” Selene said. “You just left.”

“More tears. Your anger must be truly great.” He smiled coaxingly. “Will it lessen if I promise I’ll tell you when I go to pay Sinan’s price?”

“No, it will never lessen. You’re stupid and without kindness or—” Her voice broke and she stalked away from them.

Kadar sighed. “I thought I was doing a good deed. It’s going to be difficult being owned by such a one.” He hurried after her. “Think of your beautiful embroidery I saved from the weather and the ants. Does that not deserve praise instead of harshness?”

She did not answer.

“And consider the risk I ran to bring it to you. Let me tell you of the travail I suffered, the nights I did not sleep….”

Thea could no longer hear Kadar’s words, but she could see his lips move and the persuasive smile she knew so well. She hoped Selene would forgive him. She was as irritated as her sister, but his intentions had been good and his gift beyond price.

Evidently, Selene had the same thought. She was tilting her head as if listening, her pace slowing.

She stopped and turned to Kadar. A luminous smile lit her face.

His head went back and his laughter rang out.

“Why are you frowning?” Ware asked as he slipped his arm through Thea’s. “Kadar is safe and you have your embroideries.”

“But what about next time?” she whispered. “Kadar will never truly be safe. Sinan will always be like a huge spider spinning his web to draw him back.”

“He’s a match for Sinan. Kadar has survived for nineteen years, and he gains more weapons as time goes on.”

“But Sinan has weapons we don’t even know about.”