The Lion Triumphant by Philippa Carr Read Free Book Online

there was no sign of the little boat. I went back to my bed; I could not get my feet warm. I did at last and then I slept. It was late when I awoke. I remembered at once and went to the window. There was no sign of the ship or the little boat. The Rampant Lion was riding the waters proudly because there was no majestic stranger ship to dwarf her.
    What a ship it had been! I had never seen the like before; and when I looked out across the water I asked myself: Did I truly see that glorious ship, or did I imagine it?
    No. I had wakened in the night. What had awakened me? Some instinct? Some premonition? And then I had looked and seen the ship.
    Or had I dreamed it? There had been such talk of ships on the previous night; those men—and particularly the young man—had forced themselves into my mind so that I could not forget them. Perhaps it had been a dream. But of course I had awakened. I had seen the ship. But because of the pictures those two men had conjured up in my mind had it seemed so grand and glorious?
    I knew of course what I had seen, but I was not going to mention it. Honey and Edward would think I had been too impressed by the Pennlyons and that was the last thing I would admit.
    At Trewynd I rode a frisky little mare. I had been completely at home on a horse since I was a child. We were all taught to ride at an early age, for if one were to rely on one’s legs one would never get far from home.
    I liked to ride out every day and alone. I hated to be accompanied by a groom, which I suppose I should have been. My little Marigold knew me well; she had traveled with me from the Abbey; we understood each other and the sound of my voice could both soothe and command her.
    On that morning after the Pennlyons’ visit I rode out, but as I left the stables I heard Jake Pennlyon’s resonant voice. So he had called already. I congratulated myself on having escaped him. I loved the countryside; it was different from that around the Abbey. Here there were steep hills, winding paths, pinewoods and the foliage was more lush because it was warmer than in the southeast and there was so much rain. I imagined what flowers there would be in the springtime, and was looking forward to that season when I asked myself if I intended to stay away from home for so long.
    While I was musing I heard the sound of horse’s hoofs behind me, and turning my head, I saw Jake Pennlyon galloping up, riding a powerful white horse.
    “Oh,” I said flatly.
    “They told me you had gone out, so I trailed you.”
    “Why did you do that?”
    “To have speech with you, of course.”
    “We talked only last night.”
    “But we have a great deal to say to each other.”
    “ I did not think that.”
    “Well, mayhap it is I who have a great deal to say to you.”
    “Perhaps some other time.” I pressed my heels into Marigold’s flanks and she started off, but he was beside me; I knew at once that Marigold could not outdistance his powerful steed.
    “A sailor can’t afford to beat about the bush. One thing he is short of … is time.”
    Realizing that I could not escape him, I slowed up.
    “Well, pray say what it is and I will continue my ride.”
    “We can chat comfortably as we continue our ride.”
    “I did not ask you to accompany me.”
    “What matters that? I asked myself.”
    “You don’t hesitate to press your company even though it may not be wanted?”
    “I don’t hesitate when I’ve made up my mind that I want something.”
    “And what pray do you want now?”
    “You.”
    I gave a short laugh. “You have strange desires.”
    “Very normal ones, I do assure you.”
    “I know you scarcely at all. We have met but once.”
    “Twice,” he corrected me. “Have you forgotten our encounter on the Hoe? That was when it all began.”
    “I was not aware that anything had begun.”
    He seized Marigold’s bridle. His face was grim, cruel suddenly. “You must not deny the truth to me, Mistress,” he said. “You know what has