“Yes, but I don’t like blood. It makes me faint.”
Honora rolled her eyes. “Don’t be a goose. It’s nothing but a scratch. You’ll bind it with linen, and that will be that.”
Katherine didn’t look convinced. “It looked bad. And . . . I’m nervous about being alone with him. Come with me, won’t you, Honora?”
No, she didn’t want that at all. She needed to remain right here, to remind herself of the thousand reasons why Ewan MacEgan was not a man she should desire.
“I’ll send one of your maids if it will make you feel better,” Honora offered.
Katherine stood and laid a hand upon her arm. “I know you don’t like Ewan very much. But truly, you can sit in the corner and embroider something. Or—or mend a gown. I have one with a torn hem.”
Honora faltered. If it would convince Katherine to go, perhaps she could simply remain out of view, in the corner with a bit of sewing.
No, no, no. She shouldn’t even consider accompanying her sister. What if Ewan tried to kiss Katherine? He wouldn’t want her there, intruding upon a private moment. Her cheeks burned at the thought, for he was quite good at kissing.
“Say you’ll come,” Katherine begged. “For me.”
Her sister reached out, linking her smallest finger with Honora’s. It was a gesture they’d done as young girls, a sisterly promise that could not be broken.
“Please,” Katherine asked again.
It wasn’t a good idea, but Honora decided as long as she stayed far away from them, it might go well enough. She could stare at the ceiling and count cobwebs, if need be.
She braved a smile and nodded. “All right.” Katherine hugged her, murmuring thanks.
“Go on, then,” Honora bade her sister. “I’ll follow.”
Chapter Five
Whentheyarrivedinthe solar, Ewan awaited them on a bench. He’d put on his tunic again, and the long sleeves covered the gash Honora had seen on his forearm. He rose in silent respect.
“I am sorry if I frightened you, Lady Katherine,” he began. “I should not have fought Lord Beaulais in your presence.” Approaching both of them, he offered his hands to Katherine.
Honora slipped off into a corner, pretending to busy herself with the embroidery on a gown. Though she tried not to listen to their conversation, she could not help herself.
“Honora told me you were wounded in the fighting earlier,” Katherine remarked. She bade him sit down, and added, “I’ll see if the basin of water and herbs have been prepared.” She left the chamber, and the door closed behind her.
Ewan shot Honora a frown. “Why are you here?”
“It was Katherine’s request.” Honora lifted up the embroidery. “She was afraid to be alone with you.” Grimacing at the awkward situation, she offered, “Forget I am here.”
A strange expression flashed upon his face. “You aren’t easily forgettable, Honora.”
She didn’t know what he meant by that. There was a look in his eyes that she’d never seen before, a searching gaze. The planes of his face were narrow, casting shadows upon his cheeks. Despite the bruising, he was still the most handsome man she’d ever seen. Her gaze fastened upon his mouth, swollen from the punch he’d suffered.
She was not going to think about Ewan sitting so close, nor was she going to think about his kiss. He was going to wed her sister.
Honora ripped the seam of the gown, taking satisfaction in the act of destruction. Taking a deep breath, she threaded her bone needle and tried to pretend she was alone. She pierced the linen fabric, trying to calm her mind with the rhythm of even stitches.
Praise the Virgin, Katherine returned at last with the basin and herbs. Her sister chatted lightly about mundane topics, of the crops and household doings. Honora risked a glance and saw the gray pallor upon Katherine’s face as she dabbed at the cut upon Ewan’s lip.
But she did not raise the sleeve of his tunic to inspect the true wound. Ewan answered Katherine’s questions, a warm smile upon his lips as he spoke to her. Even so, the timbre of his voice was unsteady, as though he were in pain.
Why didn’t he raise his sleeve? Or have her examine his ribs? Honora had seen the blows he’d suffered earlier in the tournament. He might have cracked a bone. Yet Katherine appeared oblivious, forcing a smile and dabbing at minor wounds.
When Honora lifted her gaze once more, Ewan was watching her over Katherine’s shoulders. His deep green eyes stared into hers in a silent message. He needed help. And Katherine’s nerves were beginning to show as she talked faster and faster.
Honora jerked her attention back to her sewing, not knowing what to do. Would Ewan want her to intervene? He might not trust her to tend the wound.
