Chapter 32
“DO you know that wagers were placed last night after Sir Rolfe arrived? Half the guests here swear he killed you. The other half were divided between your lover being found and killed, and you getting a beating. What did happen, my lady?”
Leonie was speechless, hot color suffusing her cheeks. And for Wilda to have spoken as calmly as you please while she combed Leonie’s hair made it that much worse. She was not prepared for something like this so early in the morning.
“How do you know there were wagers, Wilda?” she demanded.
“It is all they are talking about below, my lady.” The maid shrugged, then grinned. “Everyone heard him calling for you, my lady. So they wonder what happened after he found you.”
“I cannot believe that people think he killed someone just because he made too much noise.”
“It was because of that last terrible roar, though not everyone heard that, my lord being up here by then. Those who heard that are the ones who swear murder was done.”
“Enough!” Leonie snapped. “He drank too much, that’s all. And he caused no trouble, Wilda, for me or anyone.”
Wilda glanced at her mistress hopefully. It was herfervent wish that things would work out between Leonie and her husband, for if they did not, she could see only years of unhappiness ahead for her lady. She truly loved Leonie.
“Mildred said he carried you in here,” she ventured.
“Do not be impertinent, Wilda! Mildred says too much.”
“Was he as masterful as—?”
“Wilda, stop it!” Leonie had a difficult time keeping from laughing. The maid was incorrigible, but Leonie knew Wilda wanted only to be reassured about her marriage.
She stood up to allow Wilda to finish dressing her, and just then the door opened and Rolfe came in, surprising the women. Under his arm was tucked a long narrow box, and in his hand was another, smaller box. He was just as surprised as they were, for Leonie was clad only in her sleeveless, knee-length shift. He stopped short and, with a dark look, turned abruptly and called out, “Richard! Close your eyes!”
The knight was directly behind Rolfe, laboring under a large chest. “Cover yourself,” Rolfe said to Leonie, “until my friend here can deposit his burden.”
Red-faced, Leonie quickly complied, incensed by Rolfe’s unchivalrous behavior. How dared he barge in unannounced and then scowl at her for not being properly clothed?
She remained silent while donning her robe, but when she swung back around, there was a silver gleam in her eyes that spoke volumes. She found Rolfe smiling sheepishly, and Sir Richard grinning as he set the large chest down, bowed formally, then turned and left.
Rolfe wagged a finger comically. “Come and see what I have bought for you.”
Leonie came forward hesitantly, wary as Rolfe opened the chest. Amazed, she knelt down and fingered the most exquisite gray silk. It was shot through with so much metallic thread, it gleamed like liquid silver. She had never seen anything like it.
But that was only the first of many surprises. There were ten lengths of cloth folded in the chest. There were silks in rose samite, violet sendal, and a heavy green and blue damask. Even more beautiful were three lengths of velvet in vibrant colors. Velvet very rarely appeared as far north as England, and it was so costly as to be seen only on kings and very wealthy lords. She had never thought to possess any, and she was overwhelmed.
“Where—where did you find these?” she asked in awe.
“Henry opened his stores to me,” Rolfe said casually, though he was beaming at her pleasure.
“Hegavethese to you?”
“Gave?” Rolfe grunted. “What an idea! Henry does not give gifts unless he wants something in return. No, I told him what I was looking for, and he suggested I would find a better selection if I bought from his stores. He gets cargoes from the Far East that London merchants can only dream about.”
“But—but these are worth a fortune.” Leonie shook her head slowly, thoroughly confused. “You bought these materials for me?”
“Of course.”
“Why?”
He grinned. “May I not receive a simple thank you? Must I have a reason for everything I do?”
She became alarmed then. Was she being rewarded for her behavior of the night before?
“If this has anything to do with last night…”
