Montgomery - The Heiress Part 18

So now dawn was breaking and sleepy servants were milling about, he was ready to go, but there was no sign of Axia. She was not in her room, and no one had seen her. For a few seconds, his heart leaped to his throat in fear, then he calmed. Without a doubt, he thought, she was with her beloved Tode.

As a surge of jealousy flooded him, he didn't bother to tell himself that it was only right that she'd want to say good-bye to her childhood friend. All he knew was that he didn't want her alone with another man.

"I will be alone," Axia was saying to Tode as he lay on the hard bed of horse blankets.

"Your Jamie will be with you."

"He is not mine. If he belongs to anyone, it is to Frances."

Tode gave a snort of laughter. "You do not believe that. Frances wants him because he is available, and he wants her to help support his family. You cannot fault him for that. Axia," he said softly, "Jamie is a good man, and I think he loves you."

"Me? Loves me? You must be very sick indeed. James Montgomery cannot wait to get rid of me."

"Oh? Then why is he taking you with him to his uncle's?"

Axia gave a little one-sided grin. "To keep me away from Lachlan."

"Exactly. And why does he want to keep you away from Lachlan if he does not care for you? Since he thinks you have no dowry, he must know that a match between you and Teversham would be a good one."

"The best." Axia was grinning. "I begged Jamie to let me stay with Lachlan and his dear sons."

"Those demons from h.e.l.l, you mean. They think it is a great joke to put burrs into people's beds."

"And tadpoles and other crawly things," Axia said with a grimace. "You cannot believe what they offered the chief steward to drink!"

"Mmmm. Unfortunately, I can imagine. I have done the best I could to hide myself from them as I do not want to be on the receiving end of their merriment."

At that thought, Axia's eyes widened. "You must go with us," she said. "You do not seem so ill that you cannot go with us. I will tell-"

Tode caught her arm as she started to rise from the side of his makes.h.i.+ft bed. "I am not ill," he said softly. "I am going to ride ahead and see if I can stop your father."

"My-? Oh, Tode, he will murder all of us. Why is Frances always stupid? Could she not once offer some variety? If she'd just come to me and told me that Jamie wanted permission from my father, I could have arranged something."

"What would you have done? Written the letter yourself? Given permission for the marriage to take place? By now Frances would have connived to marry your dear Jamie."

"My what!" she gasped. "You know very well that I hate people who think more of their looks than they do of anything else."

"Jamie is not like that, and you know it. You delight in tormenting him."

She looked down at her hands. "But he has no use for me."

"The man is nearly insane with wanting you. I thought he might cry when you gave that pillow to Rhys."

"This is true? Do you think he likes me? No! Do not answer. He thinks I am a great nuisance and no more."

"Oh yes. That is why he is taking you with him." At a sound outside, Tode said, "Listen. He will be here soon, and you must leave." His voice lowered. "Axia, do you know that I-that I..."

She well knew what he was trying to say, words that they had never before exchanged. But then there had been no need for an exchange of words. Since she was a child and her father had sent her a thin boy who was in constant pain from what had been done to him, Axia had loved him. It had taken years to make him trust her, years for him to get over his fear of other people, years for him to stop hating, but they had done it. They had learned to give and receive trust, and together the two misfits had made a life for themselves inside the beautiful prison.

Axia threw her arms about his neck. "I love you, I love you, I love you. I will love you all my life, and what will I do without you for even a day?"

For just a moment Tode held her close, but then he pushed her away. "Go on before I make a fool of myself. Please do not hurt Jamie; I do not want him to wind up looking like me." He was smiling, but his eyes were serious.

Axia was working too hard at not shedding tears at leaving her friend to be able to think of a clever retort. And she was trying not to let him see that she was afraid to be without him.

Tode put his hand under her chin and tipped her head up. "And do not worry too much about Frances." Guilt ate at him as he could not tell her that he was sure her cousin was in no danger.

"Oh, Tode, Frances does not even know how to dress herself. What if she tells the man she is not the Maidenhall heiress and he tosses her out? Who will take care of her? Frances wouldn't know what to do to save herself even if she is given the opportunity."

"There you are wrong. Frances has the cunning of a cat. Didn't she manage to take an obscure relations.h.i.+p with the Maidenhall heiress and get herself out of her father's poor household? If not for Frances's shrewdness, she would no doubt be a washerwoman with two children by now."

The image of beautiful Frances doing any work was so ridiculous it made Axia smile.

"There, that is better. Now go. He is waiting."

"You will not allow my father to harm you?" she said. "And remember that no matter what he says he will do to you, I will take care of you. If I have a penny, you will have half of it."

Tode lifted her hand and kissed it. "Axia, if you have a penny, you will somehow manage to turn it into a hundred pennies."

"Then you shall have half of that," she said smiling, then quickly, she rose and ran from the room and ran smack into Jamie's hard chest as he stood outside the door. "You were spying on me!" she accused, looking up at him with defiant eyes.

"I have much more interesting things to do with my life than spy on you. Now come, we will lose the whole day if we continue to dawdle." Taking her by the arm, Jamie led her back to the middle of the courtyard, where two horses were waiting.

"What is this?" Axia asked, staring at a pretty little mare that was fitted with a saddle and loaded with leather bags full of goods.

"That is a horse," Jamie said without looking up. "Have you not seen one before?"

Axia was nearly as tired as Jamie and not about to put up with his bad temper. "I know what it is, but who is to ride it?" Her face brightened. "Tode will come with us after all!"

"Axia, I do not have time for this. We must ride. Now get on that horse and let us go. There might be news of Frances awaiting me at my uncle's."

When Axia didn't move, he stopped tying things onto his horse and looked at her. "What is wrong now?"

She gave him a weak smile. "I have never been on a horse before. Not alone anyway."

"Never... ?" he began, then shook his head. "Pretend you want to sell it and the buyer wants to see that it is docile, so it is up to you to demonstrate it."

Axia didn't smile at that but nodded, turned toward the horse, then turned back again to Jamie.

"And what is it now?"

"Tode," she said softly. "I have never been without Tode before. He-he takes care of me. Could he not come with us?"

Jamie felt an emotion run through him that he'd never felt before. Of course, he told himself, he was tired and under strain, so he was bound to feel things that under normal circ.u.mstances he would not-He didn't want to think anymore, so he picked Axia up and dropped her into the saddle, then handed her the reins.

"Chairs are not as safe as this horse. Now throw your leg over and follow me." He had not given her a woman's saddle, as he'd realized that she might not know much about riding. With a man's saddle, she would be able to balance easier.

When she was atop the horse, she looked down at him with big eyes that seemed to say, Don't leave me! In spite of himself, Jamie liked that look. And he liked the fact that on this journey she would be dependent on him and him alone. He put his hand on her calf, hidden under layers of skirts. "I will take care of you, Axia. I swear it." When she still looked doubtful, he grinned. "Seize the day," he said, "and today you get to ride a horse."

For just a bit of a second, she looked frightened, then she put her chin in the air. "If you can do it, so can I. And did you pack my paints?"

"No," he said, smiling as he mounted his horse. "No pens or ink or paints or paper and no Tode. It is just you and me and the stars." With that he nudged his horse forward and she followed him.

Chapter 20.

"I hate this animal. I hate it. I hate it," Axia was saying through teeth clenched so tightly her jaws hurt. But her jaws weren't the only thing that hurt. Every muscle, bone, and nerve in her body cried out in pain.

"Stop complaining and get down," Jamie said, looking up at her. He had led her to an inn, pulling their horses to a halt before the Golden Goose, and was now waiting for her to dismount.

All day they had been riding. A day that was to Axia the longest in her life. The insides of her thighs were raw, and the muscles of her legs screamed in pain. And the rest of her felt shattered from hours of constant jarring.

"These animals were not created by G.o.d," she told Jamie. "The devil made them. They are meant to destroy mankind." As though the pretty little mare heard her, she turned baleful eyes up at Axia. Axia, however, was completely hard hearted and would have sneered, but her face hurt too much to move it.

"Axia, I am tired," Jamie said. "I haven't slept in days; I haven't eaten in many hours. Have some mercy on me and get down."

Axia looked at him in disgust. "I cannot. I cannot move any muscle on my body. They are all frozen into place."

Jamie ran his hand over his eyes. For the life of him he could not now remember why he had insisted that she come with him. He held up his arms to her. "Then fall onto me, and I will catch you."

"I cannot," she whispered, and Jamie saw that she was serious.

Maybe his heart should have gone out to her, but he was too worried and too tired. Reaching up as far as he could, he caught her about the waist and pulled. When she didn't budge, he released her, then went to the other side of the horse and removed her foot from the stirrup. But when he moved her, as far as he could tell, her body was entirely rigid; she didn't bend at all.

Since he had spent most of his life on a horse, Jamie hadn't thought much about riding, but now that he thought on it, he had been gradually introduced to the saddle. Maybe it was too much to spend twelve straight hours in the saddle on the first time out.

When Jamie pried Axia's hands loose from the reins and saw that they were indeed frozen into place, he did feel a bit of sympathy for her. He had to hand it to her though: she'd not complained once all day. Except maybe to tell him in detail how much she hated horses. But he hadn't paid much attention to that, as his only goal had been to get to his uncle's house and find out what he could about Frances.

After Jamie had freed both of Axia's feet and her hands, he again put his hands about her waist and pulled. But since her legs didn't bend, she still didn't come off the horse.

"Could I give you a hand?" asked a fat, red-faced man who was probably the owner of the inn.

"Please," Jamie said, glancing up at Axia, but she was staring at the sign hanging over the inn with absolute fascination. If her face hadn't been crimson with embarra.s.sment, Jamie would have thought she wanted to start painting public house signs.

On the opposite side of the horse, the tavern keeper put his hands under Axia's foot and pushed as Jamie pulled her from the other side. As though her legs were a dowsing wand, Axia's legs stayed rigid and as far apart as the width of the horse.

Holding her about the waist, her legs immobile, Jamie found that he couldn't pull her completely off the horse. "Er, ah," he said to the man on the other side. His battle training had not prepared him for this situation. "Perhaps if you gave the horse a bit of a nudge," he suggested.

"Ah, yes, of course," the man said, trying to keep his face serious, but his eyes were filled with merriment. Going to the front of the horse, he took the reins and led it out from between Axia's unbending legs.

But when he saw Jamie's look as he held Axia aloft, her legs wide apart under her skirts, looking like the fork of a tree, he could no longer retain his laughter. With his hand over his mouth, the man disappeared into the tavern.

Jamie wasn't sure what to do with her. He couldn't very well stand her upright, as there had to be nearly three feet of s.p.a.ce between her feet.

"Perhaps you'd like to sit down?" he suggested.

"I'm too sore," Axia said. "The backside of me is sore, the inside of me is sore. All of me is sore."

"Yes, but-" he began, then realized that they couldn't stand there like that the rest of the day. With a quick toss, he threw her across his shoulder, ran his hands down her legs, and began to push them together.

It was a harder task than he would have imagined, and by the time he reached her ankles, he was glad she was short and his arms were long or he would never have reached them. With a hand on each ankle, he pushed, and it was rather like trying to get the blades of a large, strong, and very rusty pair of scissors to meet. And the fact that Axia was whimpering in pain did not help the matter.

But through strength and perseverance, Jamie was at last able to succeed, and finally, Axia's feet came together.

Still holding her over his shoulder, he let her rest a moment before he slid her down his body and stood her in front of him. But the moment he released her, her legs started to collapse under her.

Holding her gently by the shoulders, he pulled her upright. "Come on, imp. Seize the day, remember?"

She gave him a hard look. "I would like to seize that horse and slit its throat. I would like to seize-"

Companionably, Jamie put his arm around her and led her into the inn, supporting a great deal of her weight with his own body as her legs were by no means fully functioning.

Inside the inn, there were four tables, three of them full of other customers, but in the corner was one unoccupied table, and the owner had placed three cus.h.i.+ons on top of a hard wooden bench.

When Axia saw the cus.h.i.+ons, tears came to her eyes, and she whispered, "I love you," to the man, who beamed in pleasure.

At that Jamie gave her a rather hard push to sit down and stop flirting.

Once seated, Axia put her head down on the table and promptly went to sleep. She didn't awake until the smell of food surrounded her, at which time she had to wake Jamie and tell him to eat, for he had dropped his head back against the bench and was as sound asleep as she had been.

"Eat this," she said, shoving a pewter trencher full of food toward him.

But he just reached for the mug of ale and downed it.

"Travelers, are you?" the owner asked, his eyes twinkling every time he looked at Axia. He looked at Jamie, whose eyes were half closed in fatigue. "You and the lady be wantin' a room for the night?"

"Yes, oh yes," Axia said eagerly. "Something soft with sheets, and oh yes, flat. Very, very flat. I want a very flat bed."

The man chuckled. "The flattest beds in all of England. And they don't move unless you make 'em move," he said, winking at Axia and was pleased when she blushed prettily.

"Then we shall take your finest room," she said happily.

Jamie wanted to go on traveling until they reached his uncle's, but he knew he couldn't. The way he felt now, he would be no help to Frances or to anyone else. He'd thought to get to his uncle's house by tonight, but all day he'd been aware that Axia was having trouble holding onto the horse, so he'd slowed for her. As a result, they still had half a day's ride ahead of them. After what had happened when he'd tried to pull her off the horse, he could not be so cruel as to make her get back onto the creature again so soon.

"Two rooms," he said to the innkeeper. "We will need two rooms."

"He snores," Axia said quickly, for some reason not wanting anyone to know that she and Jamie were not married. "No one can be in the same room with him." There was a man at one of the other tables who had turned to look at her when Jamie said they were to have two rooms, and he was still staring at her.

"Only have one room," the owner said to Jamie, "unless you want to sleep in the stables. You won't disturb the horses."

Jamie, who had woken up enough to turn to the food before him, had also seen the man staring at Axia, but he gave no indication of it. "It looks as though tonight, dear, you are going to have to endure my snores."

"Oh?" Axia said with interest, then caught herself as she looked up at the innkeeper. "I guess it cannot be helped. Endure I must."