Clothilde by Miriam Newman - Book Tour + Giveaway
It was no huge affair like
Cecile’s, but a small family wedding. Still that meant guests in the mansion
house and the tower. Dressed in her wedding finery, a bottle green velvet gown
faced in gold cloth, Clothilde left them behind to descend the steps into the
lowest level of the tower where they had a cell. It was dank and musty, only
dimly lit by flickering torches and probably black as pitch if no one
remembered to light them. She could not remember at that point how long Dain
had been there.
He did not look bad—not tortured,
not starved or beaten, just detained. For which God be praised, she thought, as
angry as Guie had been. Still, he had not abused his prisoner and many would
have. Dain was astonished to see her, rising from his cot in the bare cell as
if seeing a vision. Clothilde supposed she did appear far different from the
blowsy creature he had taken for a maid. If he looked wary, it was small
wonder.
From one of her voluminous sleeves
she took the key Estman had given her. Dain had not said a word.
“You are released,” she said,
swinging the door open.
“How is that?” Their prisoner was
justifiably confused. From her other sleeve, Clothilde drew out a purse.
“Today I am marrying Sir Estman. He
is the one you saw in the road with my brother-in-law, the day you were taken.”
Dain gave her a slight smile.
“Never would I have taken you for Lord Hugo’s daughter. You seemed more like
one of us, you understand. If I’d just known.”
“Well, I didn’t wish you to know,”
she said briskly. “For my wedding gift, Estman has given me your freedom.” She
glanced down at the purse in her hands. “And your reward. Go back to your
cottage, Dain. You have enough money now for a fresh start. No more smuggling.
You’ll only get killed that way and your sister needs you.”
“How did you do it? Why?”
“Tis only a wedding gift,” she
said, as if it didn’t signify. In reality, she knew exactly what it meant—a
man’s life. She had never understood that she held that kind of power, simply
because she had been born into a particular family.
“So you’re to be married?” he
mused, looking at her and taking the purse. “I do recall, now you mention it,
they threatened you with it that day. Meant it, did they?”
She smiled tightly. Somehow this
simple man understood more than her own family did, probably because he had
been the victim of people like them all his life. She had never thought she
would be.
“These lands and titles do not come
without a price.”
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