His Captive Lady by Carol Townend Read Free Book Online Page B

praying her instincts were not letting her down. As her fingers curled into the fabric, they closed on hard muscle beneath. 'I would choose this one.'

Chapter Five
    'H e is not nobly born, my lady,' Hrothgar hissed in her ear.
    Erica shrugged. 'I care not. If I am allowed a choice, I choose this man.'
    'Oh, but it is worse than that, my lady.' Hrothgar's lips curled and he shot the young man standing stiffly at Erica's side a disdainful look. 'Brader is a bastard.'
    Saewulf Brader's jaw tightened, but he did not refute Hrothgar's accusation.
    It certainly was shocking, in a day when to produce a child out of wedlock was deemed one of the greatest sins a woman could commit. Erica's breath caught as it struck her that, after tonight, that might be her fate. She sent another prayer winging heavenward that, whatever happened tonight, she must not conceive. And another, that Thane Guthlac would give her to the younger housecarl. Saewulf Brader's birth was nothing set against her desire, her very strong desire, that she should not be given to Hrothgar.
    Dimly, Erica was aware of more muttering down the table, more calls of, 'Let them fight! A fight!'
    She kept her gaze pinned on Guthlac Stigandson. 'Please, my lord, for the respect you felt for my father, I ask you in acknowledgement of the respect he had for you. Let me choose.'
    Her thoughts moved swiftly. And now , she told herself, no more words, lest you begin to beg . For she misliked the look of Thane Guthlac's right-hand man. Neither in his words nor his manner did Hrothgar appear to be someone who would consider a woman's feelings. But this other whose tunic she could not seem to release...this younger man who, though low in the pecking order, had spoken up for her. It was little enough to judge a man by, but what else had she to go on? The ridiculous realisation that, even in this hall, on this most hideous of nights, she found Saewulf Brader attractive? Those thickly lashed blue eyes seemed to be the only eyes in the hall to see her, to really see her; his wide shoulders suggested that here was a man strong enough to share her burdens; the fine-boned fingers clenching and unclenching on his swordhilt hinted at a sensitivity she would not have looked for in a warrior loyal to Thane Guthlac.
    She must be losing her wits. For even in the midst of her humiliation, she found herself drawn to this Saewulf Brader.
    Thane Guthlac was stroking his beard, making much of coming to a decision. Erica swallowed down a bitter taste. She was only too conscious of the men on the benches holding their breath, awaiting his judgement. Her fate, the question of whether she was to be given to Thane Guthlac's champion or his rawest recruit, was little more to most of them than an evening's entertainment. A minstrel or a dancing girl would have been received with like interest and with as little concern.
    Biting back a tart response, Erica gripped Saewulf Brader's brown homespun for all she was worth. She lowered her gaze, for, if Guthlac Stigandson saw the anger that must be burning in her eyes, he would surely give her to Hrothgar. She wanted to fly at her father's old enemy, kicking and screaming; she wanted to turn tail and run. But one thing weighed more than her anger at Thane Guthlac--her determination that Morcar, Hrolf and the others should not rot in that noisome cottage. Add to that her hatred of Normans and her vision that the two warbands should unite against those who had stolen her father's lands...
    She stood firm, it was all she could do. Erica of Whitecliffe was at the mercy of Thane Guthlac's whim. And to think that the men watching so avidly were fellow Saxons...
    Thane Guthlac pushed up her chin. 'Lady Erica, you are a brave woman, you do not weep and wail, you are a daughter a man could be proud of--a peace-weaver.' He waved at Saewulf Brader. 'Take Thane Eric's daughter--this night a true-born lady is yours.'
    A sigh rippled round the hall like the wind in the reeds, but