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expression that he was upset. “Joseph, it is the Baron himself who I am caring for.”
    “Aye,” Joseph said. He waited until the sentry was well out of earshot and back at his post before continuing, “Will he heal?”
    “There is a chance,” Elizabeth said. “We must pray now. It is Thomas’s only hope,” she added.
    Joseph was frowning more ferociously and Elizabeth shook her head. “This is good news, Joseph. Can you not see that the lord will be under my obligationwhether I be a woman or not. He will have to listen to me. . . .”
    “But the one in charge,” he said, motioning toward her bedroom, “the vassal. . .”
    “His name is Roger,” Elizabeth informed her servant.
    “He has sent for Belwain.”
    “What is this?” Elizabeth demanded. She lowered her voice and said, “Why? How do you know this?”
    “Herman the Bald overheard his orders. The messengers left an hour ago. It is true,” he said when Elizabeth began to shake her head, “Belwain will be here in a week or more.”
    “Dear God,” Elizabeth whispered. “He must not arrive before I talk with Geoffrey.” She clutched at the servant’s sleeve, panic in her voice, and rushed on, “We must hide Thomas. We have to get him away from here until I can be sure of Geoffrey. Belwain must
not
know we still live.”
    “It isn’t possible, my lady. Belwain will know as soon as he is within the walls. Too many have seen you return. He will know. And it is only a matter of time before this Roger learns the truth.”
    “I must think,” Elizabeth whispered. She realized she was pulling on the servant’s tunic and dropped her hand. “Talk with Herman. He is faithful and will keep his silence. And he is a freeman, Joseph. The two of you, you must take Thomas, hide him. There are many places. Can you do this?”
    “Aye,” Joseph answered, straightening his shoulders, “I’ll not fail you. I will find a place.”
    Elizabeth nodded, placing her trust in the humble servant. He would not fail her. “It will only be for a short time, until Geoffrey awakens,” she said.
    “But what of you? If the lord does not awake, if the sleeping spirits continue to hold him and Belwain gets here . . . and if the lord dies . . .”
    “I will have to leave,” Elizabeth said, more to herself than to Joseph. “I’ll not be here when Belwain arrives. If the lord awakens soon, perhaps I can speak with him before Belwain has a chance to weave his lies.” She shuddered and then said, “If not, and he dies, then you must bring Thomas to me. Somehow we will make it to my mother’s father. He will know what to do.”
    “Will you return to the waterfall?” Joseph asked, fear in his voice. He would not be able to ride with her now that he was given the duty of taking Thomas, and his worry for his mistress was tremendous.
    “I will not stay here,” she whispered in a harsh voice. “Belwain has violated these walls. I’ll not be here to see him return. I’ll not.”
    “Aye, my lady, calm yourself. Surely the warrior will awaken before you must leave, before Belwain arrives, and he will listen to you,” he said, his voice soothing, as if he were speaking to an injured child.
    He waited while his mistress calmed her breathing. The change that came over her whenever her uncle’s name was mentioned frightened the old man. He knew that she had witnessed the slaughter, understood the anguish and torment pulling at her soul, and believed, as she did, that Belwain was behind it all. Still, he wished she could speak of it, tell to let some of the pain out. . . . She was so very different from her two half sisters, Margaret and Catherine. Perhaps it was because she was half-Saxon.
    When Master Thomas had arrived at Montwright with his two little daughters, he was a hard, unhappy man. But all that had changed within six months, for he had met and married a fair-haired Saxon beauty. His Saxon wife was a hellion, to be sure, but Thomas had a way with her, and soon