current situation.
It was only after long minutes that Ishbel came to realize she was not the only person in
the chamber.
She jerked to her feet, staring wildly into the dimness beyond the lamp, and finally saw
him.
He was standing in the shadows at the very rear wall of the large chamber, dressed in
damp traveling leathers, leaning against the wall, arms folded, as still as the darkness itself,
watching her.
Ishbel knew instantly who it was.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Pelemere, Central Kingdoms
Maximilian had traveled hard and fast once he”d left his first night”s campsite to reach
Pelemere at the same time as Ishbel. He was numb at the realization that Elcho Falling was
probably waking, but as he had no idea what direction he should take, or what he should do,
Maximilian simply continued on as he had originally planned.
Meet Ishbel, discover for himself what she was like.
The only thing that Maximilian knew was that, whatever else, Ishbel was somehow
integral to Elcho Falling.
No one had spotted him as he slipped in at the back of Ishbel”s train. Maximilian was
dressed in clothes similar to those of Ishbel”s escort, plus everyone”s attention was on Pelemere
and the necessity to get there as soon as possible, rather than on the actual number of men
trailing along behind.
He dismounted in a quiet corner of the yard, looking about for Ishbel.
Maximilian had spotted her almost immediately, and his first thought was that she was
the woman he”d seen in his vision.
The second was that he”d never seen anyone more alone than she was at that moment.
She had no retinue. No one. Not a maid, not a valet, not a single companion that she
could trust and lean on for support.
Absolutely isolated, and looking lost and afraid because of it.
Maximilian had seen the look on her face and had recognized it instantly. He”d seen it on
face after face of men condemned to the Veins—a hopeless, trapped expression that was
impossible to fake.
She must truly be driven, then, to come all this way for a marriage she could not want.
Ishbel eventually vanished behind the milling horses and their dismounted riders, and
Maximilian had taken the opportunity to slip into the house and merge with his old friend, the
darkness.
He”d stood there, completely motionless, allowing the dark to curl about and hide him
while Ishbel unpacked a single valise, ate a meal brought to her by a servant, and bathed in the
hip bath set by the fire. He”d waited and watched, motionless, secreted, as Ishbel had dried
herself, pulled on her nightgown and then the robe, summoned the servant to take away the bath,
and then sat in the chair by the shuttered window, resting soft and silent and very, very still until the moment she tipped her head back against the chair and sighed with such misery that
Maximilian felt his heart turn over.
It was the ultimate betrayal, this silent watching of a woman”s most intimate moments,
but Maximilian had needed to do it. He hadn”t hoped to discover any of the secrets StarWeb had
said Ishbel trailed behind her, nor had he hoped to discover the true reasons behind her journey
to this point (whatever Ishbel thought they might be). What he”d wanted to do was discover, as
best he might, the real Ishbel, the woman behind whatever intrigue she carried with her, and this
was, he thought, one of the few times he would be able to observe her completely naked,
physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
What he had discovered was that, no matter the exterior she showed to the world, Ishbel
was very vulnerable and very sad.
He had discovered that she didn”t have the mark of the Coil anywhere on her body.
And Maximilian had discovered that he wanted this woman for his wife.
It was not so much her physical beauty—Ishbel was a lovely woman with her mass of
dark blond hair, her soft hazel eyes, translucent skin, and strong lithe body—but her quietness of
movement that attracted Maximilian. StarWeb had said that Ishbel was very unquiet, but her
movements about the room had been so soft, so simple, so contained, that Maximilian thought
that she would be a very peaceful woman to have at his side.
If he could ever trust her, and if she could ever forgive him this inexcusable intrusion into
her privacy.
He moved, breathed just a little more heavily, disturbed the shadows clinging to him, and
Ishbel instantly realized his presence.
She leapt to her feet, staring at him, and Maximilian very slowly unfolded his arms,
straightened up from the wall, and stepped forward.
“Ishbel—”
“You are Maximilian.”
He came to a halt some three or four paces from her and gave a slow nod, his eyes not
leaving hers. She was angry and hurt and frightened, and he was surprised by none of those. He
was also intrigued: she had not taken a step back at his approach, and, even with her knowing
who he was, he would have expected that.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Since you entered,” Maximilian said.
She drew in a long breath, her eyes huge, her face paling, then suddenly flaring in color.
“Yes,” Maximilian said, “you may think all those things of me, and more. My behavior
has been inexcusable, but necessary.”
“Why?” The word was shot at him, almost hissed.
“Because I needed to see you for who you are, without any artifice.”
“And for that you used all the artifice you could muster.”
He tilted his head, conceding the point, his eyes still locked onto hers.
“I am sorry you are so very alone here,” he said, and that sympathy accomplished what
his previous words had not.
Her eyes flooded with tears, and her shoulders sagged. She half turned away from him, a
hand over her mouth.
“Can we talk?” Maximilian said. He had taken a step closer to her.
“No. Go away.”
“It is better we talk now, than be forced to talk before our assembled retinues at our
„official” meeting at my „official arrival” in three days” time. Far better we talk now, Ishbel.” He
took another step closer.
“Go away!”
“Ishbel…” Now Maximilian was very close, and she turned back, ready to throw off his
hand.
But he was standing again as he had been when first she”d seen him, arms folded, leaning
this time against the high post at the end of the bed.
“Why do you want to marry me?” he said.
“I don”t.” Ishbel was too tired, and still too shocked by Maximilian”s appearance, to
dissemble.
“Then why are you here?”
“Because the Coil told me to come. They were the ones who insisted I marry you.”
“Why?”
A small hesitation. “I don”t know.” And that was only a small white lie, Ishbel thought.
She had no idea at all why the Great Serpent thought marriage to this man would make a
difference.
“They are prepared to offer me you and all your riches…just because…”
“I have never questioned the way of the Coil,” Ishbel said, relieved that a measure of
dignity had crept back into her voice.
He smiled, and Ishbel was taken aback by the difference it made to his face. He had
striking looks with his aquiline nose and deep blue eyes, but was somewhat forbidding (not even
considering the circumstances of his arrival into her room). But his smile lit up his face and made
his eyes dance with mischievousness.
“You were honest,” he said. “Thank you. But you do realize,” he went on, “that once
married to you, I will owe the Coil no debt? They have offered you, but I shall not be tied to
them through that offering.”
“They would not expect it.”
“I am marrying you, not the Coil.”
“I did not realize we had settled definitely on the marriage.”
He smiled again, that slow, mischievous smile.
“And StarWeb?” Ishbel said, desperate to say something, anything.
He sobered immediately. “I apologize for StarWeb. She took matters too far. She—”
“She took matters as far as you gave her license.”
“I wanted to push you. To see if—”
“You have almost pushed me too far,” Ishbel said very softly.
“Then take my hand,” he said, holding out his left hand, “and let me pull you back from
the brink.”
She waited a full five heartbeats, wishing she had the strength and the resources to clasp
her hands behind her back and step away from him. Then, with a soft sigh of resignation, Ishbel
offered up her hand.
Maximilian clasped it in his, then jerked a little, his eyes widening.
In that instant, as his flesh touched hers, Maximilian”s entire world tipped on its axis.
Gods! He had expected everything but this!
Ishbel might bear the name Brunelle, but she carried within her the ancient bloodlines of
Persimius.
Maybe she did carry with her the ancient, lost memories!