the Princess spoke again, and the conversation resumed.
From the doorway, Inigo allowed the two women a few moments before interrupting.
‘My lady, the sun is up. We need somewhere safe to recuperate. I cannot be sure we have lost your father’s men.’
Princess Alba nodded and rose. Slipping a heavy-looking gold bangle from her wrist, she handed it to the woman. The bangle was so large the shepherdess blinked at it, mouth agape, before plunging into a flurry of what could only be thanks. The Princess responded, and when the conversation began all over again, Inigo lost patience.
‘Come, my lady.’ He took the Princess firmly by the elbow and steered her outside. ‘Was it wise giving a shepherdess so magnificent a bauble, my lady? She might use it to betray you.’
‘She won’t betray me.’ Princess Alba walked towards where Guillen was waiting with the horses. ‘She has no husband, she needs a little help.’
‘I don’t doubt it, but that bangle—it’s rather noticeable.’
‘It’s not as valuable as it looks, it’s a sheet of beaten gold wrapped around a wooden block.’
Her naivety was oddly touching. ‘My lady, it will be worth more than that woman could earn in her lifetime.’
‘She will not betray me.’
Inigo wasn’t inclined to argue, they had to find a safe haven. He did, however, unbuckle a saddle bag and pull out his spare cloak. ‘I’d like to you put this on.’
‘What’s wrong with my cloak?’
‘It is far too showy.’
The Princess shrugged, swapped her cloak for his and allowed him to help her into the saddle. Having checked that Guillen’s horse wasn’t lame, Inigo mounted behind her and they continued down the track.
Princess Alba turned her head. ‘The road divides a little way ahead. If we take the right-hand fork, we’ll find a farm.’
‘A farm?’ Inigo looked thoughtfully at her. ‘I doubt a farm is a good resting place if your father’s men are behind us.’
‘It’s quite remote, I believe. And we’ll find someone to care for your squire’s horse.’
‘The shepherdess told you this?’
‘Aye, she was extremely helpful.’
‘Very well. Thank you.’ He had underestimated her, it seemed. ‘I only hope that your faith in that woman isn’t misplaced.’
‘It is not. She understands my dilemma.’ Her eyes were wistful. ‘Her baby is beautiful, how blessed she is.’
Since one baby looked very much like another to Inigo, he didn’t respond.
The Princess yawned and went on talking. Inigo had the impression she was struggling to keep herself awake. If he weren’t so tired, this ride through the cool of the morning would be pleasant. The faint scent of jasmine, the warmth of her body. Aye, it was very pleasant.
‘I’ve never met a shepherdess before,’ the Princess was saying. ‘She told me she usually takes the baby with her when she goes out. She has a shawl and carries him on her front.’
‘The infant is a boy?’
‘Aye. My lord?’ She craned her neck and met his eyes. ‘You said you are Count of Seville. Is that where you are going?’
‘Eventually. First, I shall take you to Córdoba to meet up with your sister and Count Rodrigo.’
And then he and Rodrigo would have to work out what the devil they were going to do with two Nasrid princesses. Only when Inigo was certain that Princess Alba was safe would he return home. To Margarita and marriage. He wasn’t immortal—his encounter with the Sultan’s troops had brought that home to him as never before. He needed heirs.
The farm the shepherdess had recommended wasn’t easy to find, though they followed her directions closely. When at last they saw it, Inigo’s spirits lifted. It was set in a small dip, some way from the beaten track. The secluded location was a strong point in its favour. If the shepherdess hadn’t told the Princess exactly where to go, they would have ridden straight past it.
It had been hours since Inigo had heard the hounds and he was confident they had lost them. However, he wouldn’t relax until they reached Córdoba. Princess Alba was in his care, he must keep her safe. He reined in at the top of the rise.
Humble in design, the farmhouse was little more than a labourer’s cottage. It looked half derelict, the door sagged and there were gaps in the planking. Smoke drifted through a ragged vent in the roof. The fence around a vegetable plot was down in places and hens were scratching in the dirt. It looked like the last place a Nasrid princess would choose as her refuge.
In short, it was perfect.
‘It looks peaceful enough,’ Inigo muttered, even as he was wondering how long they could risk stopping for. The Princess wouldn’t be used to riding for hours. Stalwart though she was, she must be exhausted. Guillen too. As for the horses...
He frowned. ‘My lady, are you certain the shepherdess mentioned horses? I don’t see any.’
‘She didn’t say that we’d find horses here, my lord, only that there would be someone to care for ours.’ She smothered another yawn and looked longingly towards the farm. ‘A brief halt would be most welcome.’
Inigo dismissed the last of his misgivings. ‘Very well. I doubt your father’s men will give this place a second glance. Mind, it won’t be what you are used to.’
‘As far as I am concerned it is paradise. My lord, for the first time in my life, I am free, that counts for much.’
Wondering how soon Princess Alba would regret those words, Inigo spurred Soldier down the slope. ‘In any event, we shan’t stay long. Just long enough to ensure the horses won’t be lamed when we continue.’
To say that the occupants of the farm—two young women and their ageing father—were startled when their unexpected visitors rode up would be an understatement.
Princess Alba did the talking. Again, it was irritating not to be able to understand what was being said, though the farmer and his daughters seemed friendly. Particularly after Inigo opened his pouch and drew out a palm full of silver dirhams.
The Princess dismounted and entered the farmhouse with his cloak wrapped tightly about her. The cool of the night was dissipating, and she was probably hoping to hide her harem finery. In this, she wasn’t entirely successful. Inigo caught the telltale flutter of silk. Her boots, he noticed, were dyed blue, they looked extremely costly.
Wreathed in smiles, the farmer took Inigo, Guillen and their horses to a shack behind the main building. It immediately became clear that the man did indeed have a rare talent with horses, for he spotted Raven’s weak leg at once. Confident the animals were in the best hands, Inigo left Guillen with the farmer and returned to the farmhouse.
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