And Fyfa had remained quiet, keeping a careful watch for any who might happen upon their isolated cottage that she might drive them away before the mistress could see them and work her wicked wiles. For over a year now there had been no victim for her mistress until they had found Sir Udolf Watteson on the moor. But he was neither young nor handsome. Oh, he was pleasant-looking enough, but the mistress liked them young, fair, and lusty. Sir Udolf certainly didn't meet that criteria, yet when the mistress had seen the sick man's cock her interest had been peaked. It was a fine cock too, Fyfa admitted to herself. God obviously had compensated Sir Udolf for his other deficiencies.
Several days passed, and it appeared that good food and good nursing were beginning to show results. The ague that Sir Udolf had caught out on the moor faded, leaving him with just his physical injuries. The soreness in his shoulder began to fade away. But he grew impatient and anxious to be on his way again.
"Give me the loan of a horse," he said to Fyfa.
"We have no horse," she replied. "We must walk wherever we go, sir." Learning of her guest's restlessness, the mistress of the cottage decided to pay him a visit. Fyfa prayed that Sir Udolf's years and ordinary demeanor would keep him safe, but she was doomed to disappointment and grew fearful of what was to come.
"Fyfa tells me you are making progress towards good health again, my lord," the beautiful woman said as she came into the chamber, closing the door behind her.
"I am indeed feeling better, madame," he answered her. "Your kindness is most appreciated. May I have the honor of knowing your name?"
"My name is Robena Ramsay, my lord," she answered him. "You are restless, however, I am told."
"I am an active man, Mistress Ramsay," he told her. "And I must be on my way again. I have business that cannot wait any longer. Fyfa tells me you do not keep a mount of any kind, and I must walk."
"That is so, my lord," Robena replied. "What is so important that you would leave us? I could make your stay with us quite pleasant." She smiled seductively at him. "I think I can cure some of your restlessness, my lord," she said, coming to sit upon his bed. "Would you like me to do so?" Her bright blue eyes bored into him.
Sir Udolf Watteson suddenly felt more a prisoner than a guest. He did not quite know what to answer this bold woman, but drawing in a deep breath he finally said, "Madame, while I am grateful for your kindness and your hospitality, I require nothing more from you but directions to Dunglais Keep and the loan of some clothing."
Robena Ramsay stiffened at his words. "Why do you seek to go to Dunglais?" she inquired of him, her blue eyes narrowing.
"I have business with its laird."
"What business?" she demanded to know.
The question and the tone of her voice surprised him. But if an answer would gain him what he needed, directions and clothing, then he would give her an answer.
"My son, my only child died, and I decided that his widow being an orphan would make me a good wife, as I had no other heir. I sent to York for a dispensation, and it was granted. But Alix was frightened of the honor I was doing her. She ran away from me and crossed into Scotland. There she was captured by the Laird of Dunglais, a wicked man, I can tell you. He forced her to his bed. When I finally found her, this man claimed she was his wife. They already had a child and claimed another was coming." Sir Udolf was abbreviating his tale and telling Robena the story as he wanted her to know it so he might gain her sympathy and her help. It was really not her business. A woman living alone but for servants out on the moor would not know the laird. "The laird's daughter from another union attacked me, madame. The brat screamed I should not take her mother from her. But my Alix was not her mother. She was her stepmother."
"If this wench had become the laird's whore then why did you not just leave her?" Robena asked him. At the look upon his face she laughed, although she found herself suddenly filled with jealousy. "Ahh, she did not want to go with you, my lord, did she? She had made herself a new life, hadn't she?"
"I had my dispensation from York saying that she was my wife!" Sir Udolf said angrily, and then his eyes grew teary. "But recently the archbishop sent to me to say that the dispensation given me was fraudulent. The priest who gave it to me was dishonest. I was told that the archbishop would have never given me permission to wed my daughter-in-law, and there was but one seal of his office on the document instead of two. I was told one seal was not official. But Alix Givet is mine! Mine! I shall go and fetch her from the Laird of Dunglais. He shall not keep my wife and claim she is his. The bastard she birthed him, the one she now carries in her womb, he may keep them. But Alix is mine, and I shall have her!"
Robena Ramsay had listened and as she listened she was filled with a burning fury. The bastard! Malcolm Scott had taken some little English girl and was calling her his wife? The bitch had probably given him a son. That was it. It had to be! He had gotten a son on his whore, and he wanted everyone to believe this Alix was his wife so the brat would be his legitimate heir. "You say this laird claims your woman is his wife?" she asked slowly. "Where is the mother of his daughter?"
"Dead, he says, And not only does he claim my Alix as his wife, he says that the bishop of St. Andrew's sanctioned his marriage to her," Sir Udolf said. "I must go to her, madame. I must bring her back to Wulfbourne. Tomorrow, with your help, I will leave here. You have but to clothe me and give me directions to Dunglais."
"Of course you must," Robena said slowly, and in what she hoped passed for a calm voice. "And I will most certainly help you, my lord." Her mind raced with her thoughts. How could Malcolm Scott wed another when he was married to her? He couldn't! Aye, his whore had given him a son, and her belly was big again, was it? And she has the temerity to mother my daughter while trying to displace her as Dunglais's legitimate heiress with her bastard? She will not have my bairn, Robena decided. Then she focused on her guest again. "We will have a celebratory supper tonight, my lord, as you do indeed seem healthy enough to continue on your mission."
"You are most gracious, madame," Sir Udolf said.
"And I shall see you are properly clothed for your trip. Fyfa will cut down a pair of her brother's breeks, and I may have a sherte that will fit you." She smiled.
"I am assuaged that you understand why I must go so hastily," Sir Udolf said, sounding relieved. When she had offered herself to him-or had he misunderstood?-he had been very troubled by such boldness in a woman. But then a female living alone on the moor with but two servants was probably not very respectable, he decided.
"Of course I understand," Robena murmured in dulcet tones. "You must do what you must, my lord." And so will L She arose from his bedside. "I shall go and instruct my servants to prepare us a good supper and find you some garments, my lord." Then she departed the little chamber. Aye, she would find him some clothing. There had to be something one of her other unfortunate lovers had left behind that would fit him. She would lie and say they belonged to a distant relation who visited now and again. She hurried to find Fyfa.