of people do—although he’s not as good with a bow as me.”
Keldra sniffed scornfully.
“What, you don’t think I’m good?” Garreth demanded, rising. He grabbed his bow and drew an arrow from the quiver at his side. “Pick a target, my lady.”
She saw no reason to stop him from proving his mettle. “How about that rowan branch there?”
“Too close and too easy.”
He was certainly a confident young man. “Then that low branch on the chestnut there,” she said, pointing at a branch about twenty yards away.
Garreth took his stance, nocked his arrow, drew his bow, took aim and let fly. The arrow zipped through the air and struck the branch, making them both quiver.
Lizette was impressed, and said so, after Garreth had trotted to the tree and retrieved the arrow.
Garreth gave Keldra a smug glance while he loosened the string again. Her maidservant ignored him, apparently more absorbed in picking bits of greenery off the skirt of her gown than watching Garreth show off his skill.
“I thought perhaps you were Finn’s son,” Lizette said as Garreth plopped down again.
“I wish to God I was.”
“Does he have any family living? His mother? A father?”
“His mother’s dead. He doesn’t like to talk about her, and he’s never mentioned a father. He’s got a half brother, though, named Ryder.” Garreth frowned and shook his head. “I don’t think I should tell you about Ryder. Finn probably wouldn’t like it.”
The man himself was a thief; how much more shame could his half brother bring to the family? But she didn’t think prying on that subject would yield any answers from Garreth—at least not at present.
“Finn’s certainly a clever fellow. He can sound just like a nobleman,” she remarked instead, noting that Keldra had found a place to lean back against a branch. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth gaped a little. If she could sleep, that would do her good.
“He fooled all the nobles at court the same way he fooled you,” Garreth replied, clearly not caring if he woke Keldra up or not. “He said they’re thieves and beggars, too, only dress better and ask for more. The king’s the worst of them for lying and cheating, Finn says.”
She couldn’t disagree. “What do you suppose Lord Wimarc wants with me?”
Garreth flushed and looked away. “Well, my lady, you’re pretty and Lord Wimarc likes pretty women.”
If she were not a lady, she might give that explanation more credence. As it was, she doubted ravishment would be his goal and worth so much effort. “I’m also a ward of the king, so surely Wimarc wouldn’t dare to assault me.”
“If you say so, my lady,” the young man replied with a shrug—and skeptical expression. “But that’s not what we’ve heard.”
And this man was after her? God help her, and her sisters, too.
Too agitated to sit, wondering where Finn was and why he hadn’t returned, she jumped to her feet.
The sudden motion of the tree trunk woke Keldra, who looked about her with confusion until she remembered.
“You don’t need to worry about Finn, my lady,” Garreth said, again ignoring Keldra. “Wimarc’s men won’t catch him. He’s like an eel in water if he’s chased. The only time he came close. But I shouldn’t talk about that, either, I suppose.”
Why not? Why shouldn’t she know more about the man who claimed to want to see her safely to some alleged convent? “He got away, I assume. By himself, or did you help him?”
Garreth shot a proud glance at Keldra. “Aye, I helped him. I shot him.”
“You shot him?” Lizette repeated incredulously.
“Put an arrow in his foot, or he would have run after Wimarc’s men and got caught himself instead of just Ryder.”
Garreth plucked his bowstring like a minstrel about to start playing a tune. “Don’t tell him I told you about that, eh, my lady? I don’t think he’d like it, and you don’t want to see him in a temper.”
No, she didn’t believe she would. “I won’t.”
He glared at Keldra. “Nor you, neither.”
“I don’t want to talk to him, and I certainly don’t care to repeat anything you might say!” Keldra retorted.
Wanting to lessen the tension between them, Lizette turned the subject to Garreth himself. “What about you, Garreth? Where are you from?”
The young man shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know where exactly I was born. London, I suppose. The first thing I remember is running through the streets with a hot loaf of bread and being chased and called a thief.”
His jaw clenched as he regarded her. “No need to pity me, my lady. I wasn’t the only lad living rough in the alleys. We was like a family, most of the time. And we had some jolly times.”
With youthful bravado, he proceeded to regale her with a few adventures, clearly proud of the narrow escapes and illegal adventures that, Lizette knew, could have ended with his death at the end of a rope. But there were a few other stories, too, of camaraderie and friendship and loyalty that made it easy to see why Finn would take him under his wing and consider him a trustworthy friend and ally, despite his lack of years.
Even Keldra’s expression held a dollop of admiration by the time he came to his rescue by Finn. “And I’ve already told you about that,” he finished.
“I hope you’re not talking the lady’s ear off.”
Lizette nearly jumped out of her skin.
Finn had come up right behind her. Blushing, although she’d done nothing wrong, she got to her feet and smoothed down her skirts to give herself a moment to regain her composure.
“I trust you’ve eaten and rested enough,” he said, starting down the path. “Even if you haven’t, we can’t stay here any longer. Wimarc’s men aren’t close yet, but they’ve got horses and we don’t.”
Garreth grabbed the pouch and hurried after him, leaving the women to follow.
“I didn’t tell them anything important,” he said as he reached Finn.
“I didn’t think you did,” the Irishman replied. “But be careful of beautiful women, Garreth. They can weave a spell around a man and make him tell all his secrets.”
As he had recent cause to know.
LADY JANE DE SHEDDLESBY knelt in front of her mother’s memorial plaque in the small church. It was an expensive thing, finely carved, the name and dates deeply etched, just as her mother had directed before her death.
“I want it to be
