“She is so patient with him,” Cailin observed. “He is going to be very spoiled, I fear. He already recognizes her.”
“Do you see how strong he is?” Wulf said proudly. “He will be a big man someday. Perhaps even bigger than I am.”
When Royse was six weeks old, and Cailin fully recovered from the birth, Wulf Ironfist set off to visit his villages. Before he left, he called Aelfa into his and Cailin’s presence. She came meekly, looking particularly pretty in a pale blue tunica she had made from a length of fabric Cailin had given her on Beltane.
“How may I serve you, lord?” she inquired politely.
“Has your memory returned yet, even in part, maiden?” he asked her quietly, his voice both gentle and encouraging.
Aelfa’s light green eyes grew visibly misty. “Alas, my lord, no,” she answered him. “I have tried to remember something of myself, but I cannot. Ohh, what will become of me?”
“It is time that you were wed,” Wulf answered her.
“Wed?”Aelfa looked startled. This was obviously not something that she had even considered. “You would marry me?”
Cailin hissed angrily. The nerve of the wench!
“Not I,” he said, somewhat startled himself by her words. “I go tomorrow to tour the villages belonging to my holding. Since you can remember nothing of yourself, and we have heard of no lost lasses in the time you have been with us, then it is time for you to begin a new life. As lord of this land, your welfare is my responsibility. I will therefore seek out a good husband for you, and you will be wed as soon as it is possible. Before the summer’s end, I think.”
“But I do not think I want a husband,” Aelfa said nervously. “Perhaps I already have a husband, my lord. What if that is so?”
“Is it, Aelfa? Do you have a husband?” He pierced her with a sharp look. “Perhaps you have run away from a husband who caught you with a lover and then beat you for your faithlessness.”
“I cannot remember, my lord,” she stubbornly insisted.
“Then,” Wulf said, smiling benignly, “I think it best we find you a good man and resettle you, maiden. Is it agreed?”
For a very long moment Aelfa was silent, and then finally she said, “Yes, my lord, but could you not marry me yourself?”
“One wife is more than enough for me,” he replied with a chuckle. “Eh, lambkin?” He swept a loving look at Cailin by his side.
“You will never need another,” she said quietly.
When Nellwyn learned of the other girl’s fate, she complained to her mistress, “Why is it that Aelfa is to have a husband and I am not? Have I not served you well, my lady?”
“More than well, Nellwyn,” Cailin assured her. “You may have a husband whenever you choose him, unless, of course, you would prefer that my lord and I select a good man for you. Aelfa is alone in the world and needs our aid; but you, Nellwyn, have always had me, and whatever you desire within reason I will give you for your faithful service.”
“When Aelfa first came,” Nellwyn told her mistress, “I thought her nice, but she is not, my lady. She teases the men to distraction.”
“I know,” Cailin replied. “That is why I suggested to my lord that he find her a husband—in Orrford, if possible.”
“Orrford?” Nellwyn giggled. “It is far, my lady, and not very big, and there are so many cows. More than people, I think.”
“Indeed?” Cailin said, a single eyebrow cocked.
“She will have to work very hard,” Nellwyn continued. “Life is harsh is Orrford, and once she is married, she cannot flirt with others.”
“No,” Cailin answered solemnly. “Husbands will take umbrage if a wife flirts with other men, Nellwyn. Aelfa will have to become a very good and most proper wife, won’t she?” She grinned at her servant.
Nellwyn giggled. “I do not think Aelfa will like either that or Orrford, my lady. She pretends to be meek and modest before you and my lord, but her tongue is sharp, and sometimes foul. She is not, I think, what she pretends to be, yet never has she spoken to me of her past. She does not even talk in her sleep, for I have listened.”
“Soon Aelfa will not be our worry any longer,” Cailin said soothingly to Nellwyn. “By summer’s end she will be gone from us to a husband.”
“Good riddance!” Nellwyn said feelingly. “I shall not be sorry to see the back of that one, my lady.”
Cailin suddenly had a flash of intuition. “Is it Albert or Bran-hard you favor, Nellwyn, my lass?” she asked the girl.
Nellwyn blushed to the roots of her yellow hair. “Ohh, my lady! How did you know? ‘Tis Albert, the fool, but he cannot see me for his eyes are too full of Aelfa, though she toys with him, first favoring him and then Bran-hard. Both are confused by her wicked behavior, but ’tis Albert I love.”
