As Christopher dipped his head in thanks, Elyse grasped Emllyn’s hand and began perusing the room. Together, the women looked curiously at the crowd of diners.
“Where is Merradoc?” Emllyn asked. “Have you seen him?”
Elyse made a face. “Not since this afternoon,” she said, evidently displeased. “He made some comment about a two-headed baby so I chased him away. I am sure he will be here later.”
Emllyn fought off a grin at the physic’s comment and changed the subject. “It feels like a party, doesn’t it?”
Elyse nodded fervently as she surveyed the room. “So many unfamiliar faces,” she said. “These are your brother’s men; do you know many of them?”
Emllyn looked at the men congregated around the tables, eating and drinking, and throwing scraps to the hungry dogs. After a moment, she nodded.
“A few,” she said, suddenly spying Victor seated at the end of the other table. It took her a moment to realize that Trevor was seated across from him; she recognized the back of his head. Even though Devlin had told her he had survived, she still felt a jolt of surprise to see him. “I… I know the knights. There are at least two that I see.”
Elyse was trying to see what she was seeing. “Which ones?”
Emllyn pointed to the end of the opposite table. “Over there,” she said. “The bald man. That is Sir Victor St. John.”
Elyse’s focus settled on Victor. “Him?” she said as she pointed. When Emllyn nodded, she smiled. “Oh, he is handsome, is he not? But what of the dark–haired man sitting across from him? He does not look like a mere soldier. Is he a knight, also?”
She meant Trevor; the man was very handsome and well-formed, and he certainly didn’t look like a common man. Emllyn nodded. “He is indeed a knight.”
Elyse leaned in close to her, whispering in her ear. “Your friend John is here also,” she said. “He left the room a few minutes ago, probably to use the privy. I should have followed him to see how big his member was.”
Emllyn looked at her in shock before breaking down into a grin. “Elyse,” she hissed. “Christopher is sitting next to you and still you speak of other men?”
Elyse giggled. “Have you ever seen horses mate?” she asked. “Have you see how long their male members become?”
Emllyn shook her head reproachfully. “This is hardly appetizing dinner conversation.”
Elyse laughed. “That is what I tell Christopher he looks like,” she murmured. “He believes me. The truth is that it is not nearly so long and hard, unfortunately. I wonder if the farmer’s is?”
Emllyn laughed softly as she took a bite of bread, listening to Elyse prattle on about men and their manhoods. She had just reached for her wine cup again when she caught sight of Devlin entering the room.
Her heart leapt at the sight of him coming in through the main entry. Surprisingly, he looked quite different from the way she had seen him lately; he was dressed very simply in clean linen breeches, the worn peasant boots, and a clean tunic that was not torn or shabby. It was obviously borrowed because it strained against his broad chest, revealing his magnificent physique, as he headed to the table where Victor was sitting. He sat down beside the man and reached for a cup, leaning over as Victor said something to him. As the man spoke, Devlin’s eyes moved with great speed to the other table where Emllyn was sitting.She’s here, Devlin!
His gaze found her in a room filled with dozens of noisy, feasting people. There were several feet between them, smoke and servants and dogs, but he looked at her as if she were the only thing in that entire room. Their eyes locked and Emllyn smiled faintly at him. Through the haze and crowd, he smiled back.
“Excuse me for a moment,” Emllyn said softly.
She stood up just as de Noble was sitting down. He looked at her with curiosity and concern, but she waved him off politely. In her pale green gown that made her look like a goddess, she made her way over to the table where Victor and Trevor and Devlin sat. She smiled as she came upon them and, noticing that she was approaching, the three men rose to their feet politely.
“Greetings, good men,” Emllyn said, speaking to the group even though her gaze was on Devlin. “Is the feast to your liking?”
Devlin literally could not take his eyes from her; she looked like an angel. “It is, my lady,” he said as evenly as he could. “Everything is quite delicious.”
Emllyn’s smile broadened. “I am pleased that you are enjoying it,” she tore her gaze away from Devlin to look at Victor and finally Trevor. For a moment, she simply looked at Trevor, wondering what she ever saw in the man. It was an odd realization that there wasn’t as much as a skipped beat of her heart when she looked at him. “Are you well, Sir Trevor? I am pleased to see that you survived the destruction of my brother’s armada.”
Trevor knew the story of the mysterious Lady Emllyn; they all did. Victor had drilled it into the group. In truth, he had been a bit wary to see the woman now known as Emllyn Fitzgerald but her manner was quite different than it had been before. No longer did she look at him with adoring eyes; the woman before him seemed completely different from the one he had come to know and he was both thankful and pleased. He’d had visions of fighting her off again in spite of what Devlin and Victor had told him. Relieved, he nodded to her question.
“I am well, my lady,” he replied. “Thank you for asking.”
Emllyn smiled politely at him before she returned her focus to Victor. “I hope you enjoy your evening,” she said. “What are your plans after tonight? Is de Noble sending you home?”
Victor shook his head. “Not right away, my lady,” he said. “We will stay here until Kildare has been contacted and decides where he wants us to be. He may ask us to remain here to reinforce de Noble’s ranks or he may recall us home.”
“I see,” Emllyn said. She wasn’t concerned in the least that Kildare had been contacted, no longer fearful of his reaction to be told that his dead sister was now in Ireland. After tonight, shewould go with Devlin back to Black Castle and that would be the end of everything. There was such relief in that knowledge. “I wish you all good fortune, then, in whatever path you take.”
Victor and Trevor nodded and Emllyn was about to say something more when there was some commotion behind her and she turned to see three men carrying instruments enter the hall. One man carried aclairseach,or Irish harp, while the second man carried a two-headed hide-covered drum, and the last man carried what looked like a wooden flute. Victor politely pulled Emllyn aside as the three musicians made their way to a corner of the room where they began to set up. Emllyn watched the group with delight.
