Crusader Captive by Merline Lovelace Read Free Book Online

dress. You must leave my chamber.”
    He answered with a low grunt.
    “Heed me,” she commanded. “You’ve fulfilled your part of our bargain. Sir Hugh will see you outfitted as I promised. You are free to leave Fortemur on the morrow.”
    His chest rose and fell in a slow, soughing breath.
    “De Rhys! Do you hear me?”
    His eyes opened. They lacked their previous intensity, Jocelyn saw with some surprise. Dull, almost lackluster, they fixed on her face.
    “I hear you,” he muttered.
    Was this what coupling did to a man? Drain him of all strength and vitality? If so, it was no wonder knights refrained from lying with a woman before tourneys.
    “Then get you gone from my bed,” Jocelyn ordered. “And remember your pledge to say nothing of what happened here tonight.”
    “Why are you so worried that I will speak of what happened between us?” he asked as he slowly pushed himself up. “Do you fear no man will take you to wife if he knows you won’t bring him the gift of your maidenhead?”
    “I’ll bring him Fortemur,” she answered, shrugging. “With such a rich dowry, there will be men aplenty who’ll take me to wife.”
    Just not the man the king wanted to give her to. Or so Jocelyn prayed.
    “You must go,” she insisted. “I would not have my ladies find you in my chamber come morning.”
    His movements slow and lethargic, he threw aside the sheet. Jocelyn’s gaze went instantly to the red splotches on the linen. The stains brought home the full enormity of what she’d done.
    “By all the saints…” she murmured.
    Then she looked up and another, far more emphatic exclamation threatened to burst from her.
    “Holy Mother! What did they do to you?”
    The cuts crisscrossed his entire back, deeper and more vicious than any she’d ever seen. Unlike the scars on his chest, these were fresh. Some had scabbed over, some were barely crusted. Others oozed beneath the unguent she belatedly remembered Sir Hugh saying he’d had smeared on them.
    Jocelyn had put men to the whip before. Women, too, when their crime warranted. Not very often, thank the Lord, but enough times to know no ordinary leather thong would score the flesh like this.
    She scrambled up on her knees, still clutching the coverlet in tight fists. “What manner of lash did they use on you?”
    His shoulders rose in a shrug. “One barbed with lead tips.”
    “But why? And why so many strokes?”
    A dry note crept into his voice. “I’ve been told I have a somewhat stubborn nature.”
    Like hers, she acknowledged silently while he pushed off the bed with obvious effort. When he crossed to the clothing they’d left in a heap, Jocelyn couldn’t take her eyes from the horrific cuts. Thus she saw him stagger as he bent to pick up his breeks. He threw out a hand to steady himself, but found nothing to grasp.
    She leaped out of bed to rush to his aid. Before she could reach him, he toppled like a felled oak.

Chapter Four
    “D e Rhys! De Rhys, do you hear me?”
    Her tangled hair falling in her face, Jocelyn dropped to her knees and struggled to turn the man over. It was like pushing at rock.
    “De Rhys!”
    His only response was an inarticulate grunt.
    This was most assuredly not part of the plan.
    Cursing, Jocelyn threw on her torn bliaut and rushed to the tower door. A swift descent of the narrow, winding stairs brought her to the guardroom directly below her bedchamber. The three men rattling dice glanced up in surprise at her sudden appearance.
    Her disheveled state generated no little surprise. The two guardsmen gaped in astonishment. Sir Hugh kicked aside his three-legged stool and hurried to her side.
    “What’s amiss, lady?”
    “De Rhys.”
    “What has that whoreson done?” His hand went to the hilt of his dagger. His eyes raked her hurriedly clothed person. “Did he give you hurt?”
    “No, but I fear I’ve hurt him. Most grievously.”
    “You had to fight him?” His voice was low and fierce and for her ears only.