Waterfall (19 page)

“Lady Betarrini!” cried Lady Rossi, now atop the cliff, as if she could reach down and pull me up.

“Go!” I called back in irritation. She wasted precious seconds with the theatrics. “Go for help!”

Swords clanged behind me. Adolfo was battling two others. Two more came down the path toward us.

“A lady, eh?” the man said, using his sword to pick up the edge of my skirt and peer beneath it.

I slammed it away with my own.

“No lady I’ve seen has ever had her hands on the hilt of a sword,” he sneered, his tone thick with innuendo.

“So I’ve heard.” I turned and brought my sword around as hard as I could.

But he was ready for me this time, blocking every one of my attempts to bring the blade down on him. I panted, my arms as weak as noodles. It was like using a fifty-pound bat.

Noting my weariness, he surged forward, driving me back with blow after blow. I didn’t see his companion until it was too late. I barely had a chance to glance behind me when I felt his leg, blocking mine. I tumbled to the ground and the hilt of my heavy sword rammed into my thigh. I dropped it, waves of pain radiating out. The thing was so dang heavy.

But then I saw him pulling up his own sword, as if intending to plunge it into my other leg. I cried out and rolled, hearing the sword slice through my skirts and into the dirt beneath. I tried to pull myself up, immediately realizing I was caught, but I couldn’t budge. The fabric was too thick, the sword too wide, like a massive dragon tooth, holding me in place.

I looked up at him and saw him catch another sword from his companion. I rolled back, watching his action, preparing to dodge at just the right moment to save my other leg.

But as he plunged downward and the sword sliced through the other side of my skirts, I realized that he never intended to stab me at all. Just my gown. I was pinned, as neatly as a butterfly on a collector’s cushion. Unable to fly away. Simply awaiting the inevitable.

He laughed as realization must have spread across my face. So did his companion behind me. I looked past him to see Adolfo, dead, not three yards away, then to two Paratore men swiftly climbing the boulders. In minutes they’d reach the top. How long would it be until they captured Lady Rossi and her companion? How foolish of me, to believe I might truly stave off trained knights.

Mom, Lia…I’m sorry.

One thought gave me hope. Perhaps in death, I’d find my way home.

But he was untying his trousers. He did not intend to kill me.

He had darker intentions still.

My heart picked up and anger boiled in my ears. I glanced over to my sword, just a few inches from my hand, then madly tried to think through how I could bring it up and plunge it into his creepy, black heart. But as I turned and grasped it, I could feel the rumble of the earth beneath my ear. Horses approached. Many of them. And apparently my attackers didn’t know it. They seemed to be preoccupied… with me.

The rogue laughed at my move and hurried over to wrestle the weapon easily from my grasp. “Tie her hands,” he said to the other man. “She has some fight left in her. We’ll use her sword to secure her arms above her head.”

I wrestled against the other man, but he was wiry and strong, easily capturing my hands beneath his legs, then tying my wrists together in seconds like a cowboy wrapping a calf’s hoofs. He pulled the cord tight, and I cried out.

They laughed, and he tugged my arms above my head. My first attacker drove my sword into the ground just above my head. Tied as my hands were, and pinned by the sword, I was defenseless.

That was when they charged into the clearing. I closed my eyes as dust billowed up from beneath horse hooves, wondering if I might be trampled, but then men’s boots landed in the dirt and swords clanged.

My attacker pulled his sword from one side, but I remained pinned by the other. I rolled, hoping to not get trampled by man or beast, and clenched my eyes shut, praying the first real prayer I had ever prayed. The first prayer I felt. Please God, please God, please God..

I had no idea how long the fight went on. But then I could hear more tearing as the second sword was pulled from my skirts, and my sword was heaved from the ground and laid at my side. I pulled my aching shoulders downward and dared to look at my rescuer.

Marcello knelt above me, mouth and eyes grim, and swiftly untied my wrists, rubbing them to urge circulation back into them. I let out a gasp of relief, and then I was weeping, crying like a fiveyear-old that had just been hit by a car but discovered she was all right.

“Oh, Marcello,” I said through my tears, rising to my knees and throwing my arms around him. “Thank you. Thank you, thank you.”

After a moment’s hesitation, he reached his arms around me and patted me awkwardly. It was then that I realized how awkward this sort of action was. He wasn’t a kid at school who had just fought off a bully. He was a knight. A lord. A prince, of sorts.

Betrothed to someone else.

I leaned back and hurriedly wiped my face of the embarrassing tears. “Forgive me, m’lord. I forgot myself.”

He studied me for a moment, the compassion in his eyes making him all the more enticing, and then reached out a hand, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Do not give it a thought, m’lady. You have borne much.” He ducked his head and sought my eyes again. “But where are Lady Rossi and her companion?”

Ahh, so he only wanted to know where his intended bride had gone. Why did that bring me a pang of jealousy? It only made sense….

“Two men were chasing them,” I said. “Over there, they climbed the rocks.”

“Lady Rossi climbed?” he said incredulously.

I nodded, dragging my eyes from the bodies of the four soldiers who had been cut down by Forelli men. My attackers. And those that had pursued Lady Rossi.

“More than one woman has surprised you this day, m’lord,” Luca said.

“Indeed.” He looked at me, hard. “No other knights reached the top? They alone reached safety?”

“Only them,” I said, nodding. “You cut down those that pursued them.”

“It is unlikely any of the Paratores would’ve given them chase, m’lord,” Luca said. “Chances are they’re in the care of a shepherd’s family by now.”

“Go and make certain of it.”

Luca moved off immediately.

Marcello stood and reached down to me. “M’lady? Can you rise?”

“Of course,” I said in irritation, hurrying to my feet. But as soon as I straightened, I cried out, feeling the pain radiate from my thigh again.

“M’lady!” Marcello said. “You are injured? I saw no blood.” He looked back to the dirt where I had lain, his face a mask of confusion.

I took a step, stumbled, nearly fell, but Marcello caught me and picked me up in his arms.

“Marcello-m’lord, there truly is no need.”

“I will not let it rest until you tell me what has happened. Were you…were we too late?”

“No. Nay!” I cried, figuring out what he meant. And the question brought back all those terrible moments, so recently lived. “Please, let me go,” I said, squirming in his arms. “Unhand me!” It was far too intimate, and my mind and heart were a mash of jumbled emotions and thoughts.

I needed space to think.

Gently, he set me down where I could partially sit upon a boulder. “What transpired? Out with it.”

I grimaced at him. “They tripped me. When I fell to my back, the hilt of my sword came ramming down into my thigh. I think I have a bruised muscle. Nothing that won’t heal in a few days.” Can we stop making such a big whoppin’ deal of it?

A hint of a smile touched his lips. “I told you a sword is dangerous in the wrong hands. But I must confess I was thinking of the blade.”

“Unfair!” I cried, in defense. “It’s heavy!”

He lifted his hands in surrender, laughing to himself.

Yeah, yeah, yuk it up, I thought. I sustained this injury saving your chick.

I was angry for a moment, until I thought of how he and his men had arrived just in time to save me. It didn’t matter, really. We were all relieved that it was over. “How many men did you lose?” I finally asked.

“Five. And Lady Rossi’s other lady-in-waiting suffered a grave wound.”

I groaned. “An arrow?”

He nodded. “Come. Let me get you to your steed. I am anxious to meet up with the others and gain word of my intended. Mount up,” he said to his remaining two men. Luca and the others were already up the cliff.

Before I could say a word, he lifted me again in his arms and carried me to my horse. He set me down alongside the gelding, as gently as if I were made of glass. He straightened and then looked down at me.

For a crazy moment, I thought he might kiss me.

For a crazy moment, I wanted him to kiss me.

But he only tucked a strand of hair behind my ear again and held one side of my face in his hand. “M’lady. I am so relieved….”

That I lived? That I was okay?

“So grateful to you. If it weren’t for you, Lady Rossi might not have escaped.”

My breath left me in a sigh of disappointment, but I forced a smile and shook my head as if it was no big deal. I cursed myself for my stupid romantic teenage fantasies. This guy was not in my league. By six hundred years, at least. Give it up, Gabi. Give it up! Keep your mind on getting home!

But then he had his big hands on my waist. He bent down a little, getting ready to lift me to the saddle, just as I looked up at him. Our lips were so close, I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin.

We froze. Neither of us moving, simply staring at each other, wondering if the other was going to move first.

“You are,” he whispered, “uncommonly stirring.”

He closed his eyes then, as if he had to in order to break the bond between us, then lifted me to the saddle and stared at the ground as he guided my feet into the stirrups.

I wanted him to look up at me. I wanted to recapture that moment of heat, of connection again. I’d never experienced it before. But he was stronger than I. He took the reins of my horse and mounted his own, tying my reins to the back of his saddle. He led me through the tunnel of the forest. I had to duck and concentrate on keeping my seat in order to not fall to ground again. But it did not keep me from staring at his broad shoulders, shoulders that swept down to a trim waist. My eyes bore into his back, willing him to turn and look at me again. But he refused.

His reunion with his lady was like a scene from a movie. Gaining sight of her, coming up a small dirt road that led to this more major thoroughfare we were on, Marcello hurriedly handed my reins to Giovanni and broke away in a gallop, pulling up just in time to dismount and run to the side of her borrowed horse, reaching up to grasp her hands in his, kissing them. She bent down with a tender smile and put her head to his.

Whatever I had imagined behind me, it was just that. Wild imaginings. I might have “stirred” Marcello. But these two were clearly meant for each other. They had an understanding, a bond. I had no business even thinking of interfering. What was I going to do? Steal him away and fast-forward to the twenty-first century? I apparently left my brain back in modern times.

Get ahold of yourself, Gabi.

They spoke for a moment, then Marcello looked back at me, the first time he’d really looked at me since our moment in the clearing.

He looked confused at her words, but nodded.

“What happened to her lady? The one that was injured?” I mumbled toward Giovanni.

“Ah, I had a man take her to a nearby villa. They are seeing to her injuries.”

I thought that over for a moment, how easily it might’ve been me on the edge of death, left behind with strangers. The thought left me aching with longing for my family.

When our two roads intersected, Lady Rossi came directly over to me. She reached over to grasp my hand and smiled into my eyes. “I owe you my life. My father will see to it that you are rewarded richly.”

“Help me find my sister, Lady Rossi,” I said. “That is all the reward I need.”

“Please. Call me Romana,” she said with a smile. “I will not rest until you are reunited. When my father hears that that is all that is required… be assured, men will be sent for miles, searching every corner for your loved one.”

“Thank you,” I said, suddenly choked up with unexpected gratitude for this girl, of all people. I felt hope, real hope for the first time. If Lia was here, perhaps this woman could find her. “M’lady, I must get immediately to the fountain in Il Campo when we reach the city. My family agreed long ago that if we were separated, if one of us was lost, we were to go to the main fountain.”

She stared at me as if this was obvious. I knew Siena had been pretty big, back in the day.

“Of course,” she said. “My family lives on a palazzo on Il Campo. I will place you in a room where you can look upon Il Campo, day and night, if you wish.”

“You your father is one of the Nine?” I asked. Few but Siena’s ruling party owned palazzos along the edge of the shell-shaped piazza. I remembered that much of the medieval Sienese history Mom and Dad had repeated to us.

She nodded, as if I should’ve known that she was so important already. No wonder it was so vital for Marcello to marry her, I thought. A union with the daughter of one of the Nine… the Forellis’ connection to Siena would be golden.