His Captive Lady by Carol Townend Read Free Book Online

wrongs make a right?
    'Saewulf Brader...' Guthlac released Lady Erica to Hrothgar and reached for his ale '...as you have not been long of our number, I shall once again overlook your questioning me. But let me assure you, the feud between Thane Eric's family and mine is an honourable one. Why, even a man born by the docks in Southwark as you were, must have heard of such bloodfeuds.'
    Wulf nodded. 'Indeed, my lord, but surely the honour that is satisfied in harming an innocent young woman is a pretty poor sort of honour.' The image of his sister, pale as she lay on her bier, took form in his mind's eye. No bloodfeud had caused his sister's death, that had been an individual act of violence, one person on another, but in Wulf's mind rape was rape. This woman's tribe might sanction her sacrifice, but he could not. Lady Erica would not suffer hurt tonight, not if he could help it.
    Eyes narrowing, Thane Guthlac raised his ale cup. He drank deep, set the cup down with deliberate slowness and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 'Aye, boy ,' he said, managing with one word to emphasise his seniority in both rank and age, 'so you might think. But what say you to the honour that saw one of her father's housecarls abduct my mother and take her against her will?'
    Wulf's heart thudded as he realised the enormity of what he was up against. 'One of Thane Eric's men did violate your mother--it is true, then?'
    'Just so.' Guthlac's lips thinned and his voice became soft, but no less dangerous. 'Her blood cries out for vengeance, so stand back, Saewulf Brader, let honour be satisfied.'
    Somehow Lady Erica was keeping her composure. Tall and stately, she stood with lowered eyes and with only that almost imperceptible quivering of her veil to show the agitation that she must be feeling. Wulf ought to step back, De Warenne would wish it--his commission was of the first importance. But Wulf could not do it. The memory of his dead half-sister had kept him in this place when he should have gone hours ago, and now it drove him on. 'My lord--'
    ' He wants her.' Hrothgar's mouth became ugly. 'That is what this is about--Saewulf fancies the girl himself. What's the matter, Brader, wouldn't Maude oblige last night? Never mind, boy ,' he sneered. 'Since we are, as my lord has explained, honourable men, I will fight you for her.'
    Wulf's mouth went dry. He thought quickly. He did not want to fight Hrothgar, but if he did fight and if he won, he might be able to keep the lady safe. He swallowed; he might be one of the rawest of the housecarls in this place, but he had trained shoulder to shoulder with De Warenne's knights, and his swordplay was strong. Hrothgar had no idea what he was up against. When Wulf had 'enlisted' with the rebels, he had naturally been tested in combat, but he had held back, misliking that these men should know his true measure.
    Lady Erica waited, apparently meekly between Wulf and Hrothgar, while Hrothgar held fast to her arm. Remember why you are here --Wulf felt the anger rise within him-- remember your commission. You should not be drawing attention to yourself . But Wulf could not tear his eyes from the large hand crushing the purple cloth of the lady's sleeve and he knew that, whatever the cost, he could not see Erica of Whitecliffe ravished as Marie had been. Clenching his fists, he struggled for control. A hot head would not help him here; he must use his anger, not be used by it.
    The lady's head came up and those green eyes fastened on him. There was a slight crease between her brows. Tall Erica of Whitecliffe might be, her height equalled Hrothgar's, but she only reached Wulf's shoulder.
    Wulf smiled. She did not return his smile, but her eyes ran over him, assessing him as she would a thoroughbred. Wulf felt oddly naked and hoped he was not flushing. Resigning himself to a hard, bloody fight, he was opening his mouth to accept Hrothgar's challenge, but the lady forestalled him.
    'My lord?' Erica darted a swift