Lord of Raven's Peak - Catherine Coulter [37]
They would do no trading here this time, but the men wanted women and there had been no slave women for their use on the trip back from Kiev. They were hungry and they wanted one last night of wildness and freedom before they returned to their families. Laren saw it and understood it. They were men and that was simply the way they were. She didn’t hate them for it, she was simply relieved that none of them wanted her. And that was thanks to Merrik.
She said to him even as he set her down on dry ground, “Thank you for protecting me.”
“I didn’t,” he said. “Deglin hurt you badly.”
“That isn’t what I meant. The men—they will relieve their lust here. They didn’t relieve their lust on me. I thank you for that.”
He said nothing to her, merely turned to shout to the men remaining on the longboat to protect their silver, “Keep sharp. We will be back in six hours and ’twill be your turn.”
He looked down at her. “Can you walk?”
She nodded.
“Cleve will keep Taby close. Would you like a bath?”
They were allowed through the large double gates, and she found herself in a bustling area crammed with people and small wooden dwellings and shops, all connected with wooden walkways, and it seemed that everyone was busy selling something or making something to sell or yelling with another to buy or trade or barter. It seemed that everyone was talking. She smiled, wanting to stop, just a moment, just long enough to look at the beautiful soapstone bowls displayed in front of one wooden shop, but Merrik didn’t pause. She saw a collection of weapons, and wished she could buy a knife, but she imagined her four small pieces of silver wouldn’t be enough, and she had nothing else. Merrik took her to a bathing hut where an old woman looked not at all at her face, but only at her worn trousers and dirty tunic, tsked through her rotting teeth, and told Merrik to take his wife inside.
It was difficult, but within an hour, she had managed to wash her hair and her body and keep her leg dry. She was wearing only the same dirty tunic when Merrik entered the dimly lit bathing hut. He tossed a linen shift in her lap.
“It’s clean. Put it on. Here is a dress and an overtunic. I don’t wish to arrive at my home with you looking like a starved boy.”
She just stared up at him. “Thank you,” she said.
“When you are finished, we will see the cobbler. You need shoes.”
When they returned to the longboat some three hours later, her belly was full, she was well clothed, and there were soft leather shoes on her feet. She hadn’t felt like this for two years. She felt like a . . . She couldn’t find in her mind how exactly she felt.
“I’m afraid,” she said to him finally as he walked slowly beside her. She was limping, but he made no move to carry her or assist her. She appreciated his restraint. The soft wool of the gown didn’t hurt her healing leg, for which she was grateful.
“Why?”
“What will you do with me and Taby? What will you do with Cleve?”
He frowned then, but said only, “You will know when I tell you. I wish to see if Cleve bought Taby the proper clothes.”
Her little brother looked clean and as well garbed as she did. But what surprised her was that Cleve also was wearing a new tunic and new trousers and there were leather shoes on his feet with soft leather straps criss-crossing up his calves. He looked magnificent. He grinned at her and puffed out his chest. It was the first time she had ever seen him smile. She was overwhelmed. She scarcely saw the scar that was even more hideous when he smiled. It wasn’t important. It wasn’t Cleve, this was, and she was glad, so very excited.
She couldn’t have prevented it even if she’d thought about it. She turned to Merrik and shouted. Then she threw her arms around him, squeezing his back tightly. “Thank you,” she said, her arms still around him, but she was looking up at him now and she realized in that instant what she had done, that she had touched him, that she was, in fact, holding him hard, treating him as she would a trusted friend, a relative, a husband. And what she realized fully in that moment