“If you’d let me get a word in, I simply wanted to thank you for your generosity. You left the chamber so quickly that we did not get the chance.”
A twinkle came to his brown eyes. “Oh,” he said. “I left because I did not want to intrude. I feel as if I intrude far too much on your time as it is.”
It was rather humorous watching the seasoned knight pop his knuckles and shift around nervously. “May I ask you a question, Sir Keller?” she finally said.
“Of course.”
“Do I frighten you?”
The twinkle in his eyes grew. “Aye.”
“I thought so. But why?”
The man shrugged his big shoulders and stopped cracking his knuckles. “Because… because you’re so beautiful, I suppose.”
“But why does that scare you?”
He pursed his lips. “I didn’t say I was scared. Merely terrified. There is a difference.”
He was trying to make a smooth explanation, but it wasn’t conveying what he hoped. He was looking befuddled and Derica couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
“Sir Keller,” she reached out and put a hand on his arm. “I do not wish to terrify you. I am not the sort to terrify anyone, truly. I am quite approachable under normal circumstances, but this week has not seen normal circumstances. If I have been distant, or even rude, then I am sorry. But my mind is elsewhere. Much has happened.”
He was gazing at her with a look on his face like the man who had just been given the greatest gift of his life. “There’s no need to apologize, my lady,” he said softly. “’Tis only that it seems to me that you and I find ourselves in an unexpected situation and I am simply trying to make it easier for the both of us.”
She removed her hand from his arm. The cold of the solar was getting to her as she turned away from him, shivering, and sat in the nearest chair.
“I know you are,” she said after a moment. “And I suppose my attitude should be the same. But I am still very much married to my husband, in heart and mind and body, and I cannot give that up.”
Keller didn’t say anything. After a moment, he left the room, leaving Derica sitting in the cold darkness. She thought she had offended him. Just as she was preparing to leave herself, Keller returned with a heavy woolen blanket and swung it over her shoulders.
“’Tis cold in here and since you will not let me start a fire, perhaps you will let me bring you a blanket.”
Derica was touched by his gesture. “You really are too kind, Sir Keller.”
He sat on a stool opposite her, his rugged face barely visible in the darkness. “I would be honored if you would simply call me Keller.”
That was not too much to ask, and Derica nodded her head in agreement. The silence grew heavy and Keller began popping his knuckles again.
“Is your chamber comfortable?” he began with the idle chatter again because he didn’t know what else to talk about. “Should we move the children to their own chamber now?”
Derica shook her head. “I still prefer them with me, thank you.” She fell silent again, watching the knight fidget. “Keller?”
His head snapped up as if she had ordered him to attention. “My lady?”
“There is something you can do for me, if you would be so inclined.”
“Name it and it shall be done.”
“You can find where my husband’s body is buried and bring it back to me.”
He paused, indecision on his features. But he was a man sworn to obedience and his word was his bond. “If that is your wish, my lady.”
Indescribable relief swept over Derica. She hadn’t realized what that gesture would mean to her. The thought of Garren’s precious remains being within her grasp, something she could reconcile herself to, was almost too much to take. She simply wanted to see him one last time, to say a proper good bye to the man who meant everything to her. Before she could thank Keller, the tears came and she was unable to speak.
He was stricken with her soft sobs. “Have no fear,” he attempted to comfort her. “I shall find him. I shall go tonight.”
Derica could only reach out and touch his arm again, silent thanks for a deeply meaningful promise. Keller dared to put his big hand over hers in comfort and, feeling that her hand was like ice, took it into his big, warm palm. She was freezing and he gently coaxed her other hand away from her. When he had both of them in his grasp, he rubbed briskly to warm her.
