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“It seems we are both in need of the soup,” Fann said from the bed, “however, you have the advantage of full body coverage.”Eleanor grasped the sheet to her breasts as she turned. “I am sorry. I saw no other way to cover you.” His eyes flicked over the blanket. “Fill me a bowl of soup then, and I’ll eat here. We’ll worry about how to cloth ourselves once our bellies are full. At least you are awake and the rain has stopped. Today should be more enjoyable than yeterday.”“I would think anything would be more enjoyable than being forced to swim in the sea during a storm.”He was silent as she handed him the wooden bowl of soup. Catching one of her hands in his and holding on until she looked at him. “That was more than a day ago Eleanor. You have been two days without waking, this would have been the third night if you had not woken. She pulled her hand from his and eased herself back onto the chair.“Whole days?”“I was beginning to fear you had been frozen during our escape and woul
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A bath and a gentle brew from the healer had Eleanor feeling much more herself. She trailed contentedly behind the maid who was leading her to the main hall for dinner. Loud male laughter drifted down the hall towards them. She could hear Fann's laughter among them.“The king gifted you a lass who has been sequestered since the cusp of womanhood?” More laughter. The maid’s steps faltered and she glanced back at Eleanor before hurrying forward as if attempting to get them to the hall before the men could say too much more. They were laughing and talking over each other but Eleanor could still make out much of what was said.“Did she faint dead away when she learned what a poking by her new husband entailed?”“She looked just a wisp of a thing, how did she survive your wedding night!”“Surly he could have found someone better prepared to your penchant for afflictive rutting!” Eleanor swallowed, her hands clasped to her stomach. “How did he think an innocent thing like that could ever s
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Eleanor woke slowly the next morning to the sound of birds and the laughter of children. She smiled to herself and stretched comfortably on the soft bed, then sat up with a start and looked around the room.After Fann had left her last night, she’d struggled to move the settee back near the fire and covered it with furs. She’d changed herself into a wonderfully soft night dress and curled up on the settee, leaving Fann the bed. Obviously, he had moved her because she, and the furs, were tucked up on one side of the bed. The other side had definitely been slept on, but it was now empty. Bread and honey were on the table by the settee for her to break her fast. Eleanor got up and padded over to the window, pulling back the fur to let in the sunshine. Everything about this was different from waking up in the abbey. She felt rested for one thing, even the settee had been more comfortable than her pallet at the abbey with it’s prickly straw mattress and scratchy, patched blankets. The tol
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“I am sorry Fann, I thought you were out so I came to see if Lady Eleanor was ready to rise.”“She is up Duchess and feeling more energetic today. Did you find a devantiere that will suit my lady wife?”“I happen to have just had two new ones made and I thought this blue would compliment her eyes. I loved the colour, but it does not suit me well. We will just have some maids fit it to her before her ride. It won’t take long.”“What is a devantiere?”“Well,” the Duchess said, blushing slightly, “it is a French invention. A most useful but slightly scandalous dress. I’m sure if the Duke knew what they were about I would not be permitted to own one, but they are most practical. You see?” She held the top of the dress to her chest and lifted one side of the skirt out showing a long slit right up the back of it.“Oh my!”“Well... yes. Exactly. You see the hidden gap makes it so that when you ride astride your skirts do not pull up and show your legs. It is far more comfortable as well. The
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Fann rode in silence behind the row of women on horseback, grateful to Claire for finding the company to keep Eleanor insulated from those who might reveal the truth to her but also cursing her for having the women always around. The morning after Beatrice had made her presence known, all four of Claire’s sisters had descended on them. Along with their throngs of children! Eleanor had been caught up in the happy chaos of it all ever since. He loved to see her smile and hear her laughter. He had a feeling there had been very little of that in the last eight years of her life. Here she woke every morning with a smile and it rarely left her lips. On top of going riding at least three times a day, there had been copious quantities of daisy chains and picnics. Eleanor had even played at swords with the wee lads! The children all adored her. In the evenings there were games of checkers or readings in the Duchess’s private solar where her husband’s guests were not permitted to go. By the t
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It turned out the solar really had been on the way to the hidden room. Claire and Eleanor had collected the mead and glasses from a shelf while Honora and Annora lifted a tapestry away from the wall and bid Fann push the wall aside for them. It had opened into a room about half the size of the solar. There were a few older looking furs on the floor, a bench along one wall, and a good supply of candles as well as a privacy screen in one corner which concealed a chamber pot. He’d been careful not to pinch the tapestry as he pushed the stone door back into place. They would be well hidden in the unlikely event that whomever had shot the arrow was part of a group and penetrated the castle.“What is that man doing in here!” The oldest lad had demanded as soon as the door was closed. “He should be out protecting the castle!”“His name is Fann, that is Lord Kilkern to you and he is a guest of your father’s, besides that, he is here as our last defence,” the countess explained. “Why is he no
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Eleanor stood back against the bookshelves and watched the chaos in the room. Men came and went, reporting to the Count, who sat in a large chair with Annora on his lap. He was older than Eleanor had expected, his grey hair showing only a touch of the blond tones that his youngest daughter had. Nannies carried the sleeping children off to the nursery, the older children pounced on the trays of tarts and pastries that had been brought up. A healer was in attendance with a calming brew for Honora, who apparently had a habit of fainting when she was confined in a small room for too long. The other women sat on the sofa’s fanning themselves until maids came to see them to their rooms. Fann exchanged words with some of the guards and teased the older lads. He seemed to be far more relaxed than the other men in the room and even laughed a little now and then. Every time he looked in her direction Eleanor blushed and looked at the floor, the memory of the liberties she had taken was too shar
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The moment the bedroom door closed behind them Eleanor took several hurried steps forward, then turned to look at Fann. He took the wine and food to the table by the settee and looked over at her. “Aren’t you hungry? You didn’t touch the food in Claire’s solar.”“My hands smell like the safe room. I dare not eat with them.” Fann smiled and inclined his head towards the wash basin. He’d noticed that she washed more often than most. Personal choice or a habit from the abbey he wasn’t sure yet, but she was talking about her hands smelling, so perhaps her nose was sensitive. After only two days her preference for washing regularly had become so obvious that the maids knew this about her as well and a pitcher of water and a washing bowl were always fresh in the room. He joined her by the bowl. “There was quite a stench in there after a while,” Fann said, dipping his hands in by hers. “This ought to be enough water to clean us up well enough until they bring a full bath. The count ordered o
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