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dead were gone； she was the woman with him now； the one lying in his bed as Midsummer Night came to its end。 The advantages； surely； were all hers。 Elisse smiled； waiting for the moment when he would turn to see her waiting； her body offered to his sight； and for whatever else he wanted of her。
At the window； Bertran de Talair watched darkness surrender to grey in the streets below and then saw the first pale hues of morning streak the sky in the east。 He wondered； idly； hopelessly； just how many dawns he had seen in this way； with the wrong woman waiting for him to e back to her in a bed he had abandoned。 He wasn't going back to the bed。 He pushed the very thought away； closing his eyes； letting his mind circle back； faithfully； to the ending of his song。
Even the birds above the lake
Are singing of my love；
And even the flowers along the shore
Are growing for her sake。
Dawn was breaking； the day was ing。 There would be much to do； a world of plex things that demanded to be done。 He opened his eyes； feeling her slipping away again as he did； slipping away in mist； in memory； with the child in her arms。
PART III…Autumn
CHAPTER 9
On the bright； mild morning in autumn when her life changes forever； Rosala de Garsenc is returning carefully from her favourite walk along the sloping； tree…lined path from the water mill back to the castle when she sees her father…in…law waiting for her astride his horse in the open space in front of the drawbridge。
Her breath quickening with the first stirrings of apprehension； she places her hands protectively in front of her rounded belly but resolutely does not alter her pace。 Her husband is away at the court； and Galbert will know that。
〃Good morrow； my lord；〃 she says as she es slowly up to the courtyard。 The drawbridge of the castle is down； inside the forecourt a handful of corans are noisily practising with quarterstaves； beyond them serfs are unloading sacks of harvested grain watched carefully by the reeve。 It is a bustling tithe day at Garsenc Castle。 No one is close enough though to overhear anything the two of them might say to each other。
Galbert de Garsenc； massive and imposing in his riding clothes； makes no immediate reply to her greeting； looking stonily down upon her from his horse。 He ought to have dismounted； of course； simple courtesy to his son's wife demands that； his failure to do so is a first signal； an attempt to intimidate。 Rosala knows by now that almost everything this man does is meant as a means of control。
〃Will you e in？〃 she says； as if there is nothing untoward in his manner at all。 〃You must know that Ranald is away； but I will gladly do what I may to make you fortable。〃 She smiles； but only briefly； she will not abase herself before this man； she has sworn it to herself。
He jerks his reins to make the horse dance a little； quite close to her。 She stands motionless； she certainly isn't afraid of horses； and she is quite sure； for the obvious reason； that her father…in…law will not risk doing her any physical harm just now。
Galbert clears his throat。 〃Get in；〃 he says； the celebrated voice icy cold。 〃Get into the castle immediately before you shame us further。 I heard tell that you were walking abroad but refused to credit it。 I came to see for myself； certain that the rumours must be idle and false。 Instead I find you brazening about obscenely； parading in your condition before the serfs； exactly as I was told。 Are you utterly corrupt that you do such things？〃
She had actually thought it might be this。 It is almost a relief to have been right； to know from what direction the latest attack is ing。
〃You wrong me and cheapen yourself；〃 she says as calmly as she can manage。 〃I am doing what the Savaric women have done for generations。 You know it； my lord； do not feign otherwise。 The women of my family have never kept to their rooms while carrying； they have always taken daily walks on the family estates。〃
He jerks the reins again； the horse dances uneasily。 〃You are a Garsenc now； not a Savaric。〃
〃False。 I will always be a Savaric。 my lord。 Do not deceive yourself。 What I was born to may not be taken from me。〃 She hesitates。 〃It may only be added to。〃 That last is meant as conciliation； with Ranald away she really does not want a confrontation with his father。 〃My husband and lord knows I am not lingering abed； I told him of my family tradition when we first learned I was carrying。 He raised no objection。〃
〃Of course he didn't。 Ranald is beneath contempt。 A fool beyond words。 He shames our ancestors。〃
Rosala smiles sweetly。 〃He did ask me to tell him if ever you spoke disparagingly of him to me。 Would these words fit such a description？〃
Be careful； she tells herself then。 This is a man who will not be crossed。 But it is hard to yield spinelessly to him； so very hard； remembering her own father and her home； to cringe before the High Elder； flush with his new ascendancy。
She sees Galbert check a too…swift reply。 Ranald has a temper； and Blaise too； to a lesser degree。 The father is as ice pared to both of them…his anger and his hate kept channelled； ruthlessly controlled。
〃You are deliberately insolent；〃 he says。 〃Shall I whip you for it？〃 His voice is incongruously mild speaking the words； as if he were merely offering to walk her about the grounds or summon a servant to her aid。
〃Indeed；〃 Rosala says hardily。 〃A worthy thought。 You e here out of alleged concern for the child I carry； and then offer me a beating。 A prudent course； my lord。〃
His turn to smile。 His smile frightens her more than anything else。 She tries not to let that show。
〃I can wait；〃 says Galbert de Garsenc softly。 〃You are not a child。 Discipline can be delayed and you will still know the cause。 I am a patient man。 Get into the castle now； though； or I will be forced to handle you in front of the corans and the servants。 You carry the first of the new generation of the Garsenc line and you will not be permitted to jeopardize that with this folly。〃
Rosala does not move。 He is not going to hurt her。 She knows that。 A kind of reckless giddiness rises in her； a surge of hatred she cannot quite master。 〃Forgive me my ignorance； and that of my family；〃 she says。 〃You are clearly to be deferred to in these matters； my lord。 You know so much about helping women survive childbirth。〃 A dangerous cut； one she might truly be made to pay for later。 Galbert's first wife died； hours after giving birth to Blaise； and two subsequent wives did not survive their first confinements in this castle； with the children stillborn。
She has meant to wound； wisely or no； but nothing in his face shows that she has done so。 〃As I said；〃 he murmurs； still smiling； 〃a whipping may be given at any time。〃
〃Of course；〃 she replies。 〃I live entirely at the mercy of your kindness； my lord。 Though indeed； if you wound and scar me too greatly it might spoil the king's pleasure when he chooses to send for me； might it not？〃
She hadn't planned to say anything like that； it has slipped out。 She isn't sorry though； now that the words are spoken。 The thought； and the fear behind it； are never far from her。
She sees the High Elder react for the first time。 She wasn't even thought to have been aware of this aspect of things； she realizes。 It is almost amusing： women are imagined to troop like so many sheep through the court； eyes down； dull minds shuttered； oblivious to whatever nuances might be passing about them。 She could laugh； were her fears not so tangible。
Galbert de Garsenc's smile deepens now； the smooth…shaven； fleshy face creasing into something truly unpleasant。 〃You are hungry for that moment； I see。 You are already in lust。 You would prefer to kill the child that you might e panting and hot to Ademar's bed the sooner； would you not？ You have all the vile corruption of women in you； especially those of your lineage。 I knew it when first I ever saw you。〃
Rosala stiffens。 She feels dizzy suddenly。 The walk uphill； the bright sunlight overhead； and now this foul； streaming torrent of abuse。 She actually wishes Ranald were home； his presence might have served to