that could be considered headstrong or wilful, quite the opposite, actually. Even though it was obvious she’d had no experience riding a horse, she’d not complained once yesterday. Nor had she given any argument when he’d essentially tied her into the saddle like a child today. She’d simply accepted the fact that she had no choice in the matter of riding the horse and had made the best of what had to be an uncomfortable situation.
And when he’d suggested she argue her future with King David, she’d not whined or complained. As far as he could tell she had given it some thought, otherwise she’d not have asked him for a man’s opinion on what might be considered valuable.
No. This was not some simple-minded woman who would argue for the sake of arguing. She might not have been raised in her father’s keep and had yet to learn courtly manners, but she was not lacking in wits. She stood up for herself. And she knew what she wanted, along with what she didn’t want.
In a way it was a shame she was so connected to Brandr. He was not someone Elrik wished to be related to in any manner, otherwise, he might be half-tempted to offer for her himself.
Elrik shook his head in an attempt to clear that ludicrous thought from his mind. Things like a wife and family were for other men, not him. But sometimes...times like this when he let his guard down and his musings drew him once again into wondering what if...he had to remind himself of that simple fact.
A hand rested gently on his arm, startling him away from his odd thoughts. ‘What are you thinking about so intently?’
He looked down at her and asked, ‘Did you get enough to eat?’
‘More than enough, thank you.’ Avelyn laughed. ‘I had to walk away before the two of them fed me enough for four meals.’
‘They were simply being kind.’
She let her touch fall away from his arm. ‘I know that. I wasn’t complaining.’
Elrik closed his eyes for a moment at the feeling of loss, then he reached out to draw a fingertip along her cheek. ‘I apologise. I know you weren’t complaining.’
She tightly clasped her hands before her and lowered her gaze. ‘We should be getting back on the road.’
‘In a bit.’ He covered her hands with one of his own and tugged gently. ‘Come, sit with me for a few moments.’
At her nod, he pulled a fallen log to rest at the base of a tree. ‘Here, you can rest against the tree.’
When she settled on to the log, he took a seat on the ground next to her legs, pulled off his helmet and then unlaced and pushed back the chainmail covering his head. The breeze rushed against his damp hair, drawing a sigh of relief from him.
Samuel and Fulke paused to stare at him a moment before they finished packing the food away. Once finished, both men took up a position at opposite ends of the entrance to the small clearing.
Avelyn nodded towards the men, asking, ‘Do they expect trouble?’
Elrik shook his head. ‘No. But this ensures that if any threat should occur, I’ll know in advance.’
‘Ah. So, they see to your safety when you aren’t.’
‘That’s what they are here for, yes.’
‘But aren’t they more than just your guards?’
‘Of course they are. But when there is a task to be done, they do it without having to be told.’
‘Oh.’
‘Oh?’ The tone of her voice seemed filled with censure. ‘Do you have some quarrel with this?’
‘No. I just...it just seems... I don’t know...’
‘Of course you know, otherwise you wouldn’t have said anything to begin with. What do you wish to say?’
‘If you are taking time to rest, don’t they require the same?’
Samuel turned to look at them. Close enough to have heard her question, he answered, ‘Lord Elrik guarded the camp most of the night while we slept, my lady. We have no argument if he takes some rest now.’
Avelyn sighed heavily. ‘Well, don’t I sound like a lack-witted fool?’
‘Not at all.’ Elrik bumped her leg with his shoulder. ‘You wouldn’t know if you didn’t ask.’
‘This would never happen with my father.’
‘What wouldn’t happen? Sitting on a log?’
She returned his bump by bouncing her leg against his shoulder. ‘He does not treat his men in the same manner as you do yours.’
‘That’s because they aren’t his childhood companions. He came of age in King Henry’s court, where I grew up on Roul Isle far away from any king or court.’
‘So, how did you end up being King David’s Wolf?’
Elrik paused. What could he tell her about her father’s involvement without upsetting her, or making her question his explanation?
Nothing.
The two of them would soon part ways; there was no need to tell her anything. So, he chose to keep it brief.
‘Not pleased with the new laws placed upon them, nor with the newly installed lords, my father and some of the other men thought they could battle their King without any repercussion for their act of treason. My brothers and I are paying for our father’s mistaken thinking.’
‘What happened to him? Did the King take his life?’
‘No.’ Elrik shrugged. ‘Gregor and I were old enough to offer ourselves in his place. Our father was confined to Roul Isle and died in his own bed.’
‘While you and your brothers spend the rest of your lives in service to the King?’
‘Or until he decides to release us from our duty.’
‘That must be a terrible way to live.’
He looked over his shoulder at her. ‘Why do you say that?’
‘Instead of having your own life, you are at the beck and call of another.’
‘Isn’t everyone at somebody’s beck and call? Every man answers to their overlord, just like every woman answers to her guardian, be it husband, father or protector. How is my situation any different?’
‘But you have been forced to do things that make people afraid of you.’
‘Are you afraid of me?’ He rested a hand on her knee. ‘I don’t feel you trembling beneath my touch, nor do I see you pulling away in fear.’
She laughed. ‘That’s different.’
‘How so?’
‘You’ve given me no reason to fear you.’
‘I’ve
