Saturday 24 September 2016

The Lord and Eleanor - a knightly romance. Out Now with money off

Their love crosses and breaks all bounds but can it survive?

Spirited Eleanor is a peasant will do anything to help her younger siblings… and even considers becoming the mistress of Richard of Wykeford, her lord and the local landowner, a handsome, charismatic widower who cares for his children.

Although Richard wants her for her beauty, he also needs her knowledge. As a local wise-woman, she knows cures and poisons, and an unknown poisoner is at work somewhere on his manor.

The closer the two become despite the social gulf between them, the more their danger grows until matters come to a dangerous head when Eleanor is kidnapped.

Title        The Lord and Eleanor
Author Lindsay Townsend
Genre Historical Romance
Release October 25, 2016
Pages 63
ISBN 978-1-77127-854-6
Price $3.99 (Sales price $1.99)
Tags         Knights, medieval, castles, ladies, courtly love, romance, historical romance, family romance, bondswoman

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Eleanor heard the hated phrase, bondswoman, whispered ‘round the circle like a curse. She released the rope and dug her fingers hard into her grazed palms, fighting not to lose her temper.

“A freewoman now, sir,” she reminded the court. “My father won our freedom.”

“Some freedom, when you scrape and scratch a living on a pocket of land.”

“Land gained freely from the forest,” Eleanor countered, “where we hinder no one’s rights.” Her head was beginning to ache and not from the late-spring sunshine. For how long would the term “bond” be a collar around her and her family’s throats?

From the corner of her eye, she saw the lord raise his hand. He wore a full-sleeved tunic dyed a rich dark blue, deeper than bluebells or cornflowers and edged in gold.

Costly robes for a rich, powerful man. Her thought was confirmed as the clerk and the crowd at once fell silent.

The lord spoke. “You dug a pit close to where your people or beasts were threatened. You lined it with stakes and covered it with rushes or other strewings and baited the center. How long did it take for the wolf to take the bait and fall in?”

“Five days, my lord.”

“So it fell onto the stakes and perished.”

Eleanor saw the danger of admitting that the wolf’s demise owed little to bravery on her part and so added, “I dug the pit, my lord.”

“And the beast is certainly dead.” The lord, whom she knew as a decent, generous sort but had seen only as a distant figure on horseback before today, sounded amused.

It would be easy for him. Eleanor glowered at the tree roots. It was true he was a widower with children of his own to care for but he would never know true hunger, nor the threat of it.

She braced herself for more questions—about rights and menfolk and her place within her faltering household—but she did not expect what happened next.

“Look at me,” the lord commanded.

She was so startled that she did.

* * * *

Richard of Wykeford, sitting through a morning’s business of stolen dues, stolen crops, stolen rights, had been glad of the distraction of the Fletcher girl. He had known the family since Martin Fletcher, her father, argued to secure his freedom, and the Fletchers were a quarrelsome kindred.

For all that, he admired their zeal and ambition and was sorry Martin had died this spring struck in his fields by lightning. He had sent his reeve to the stricken family to pass on his condolences along with fuel, strewings, bedding, salted meat and fish but a week later Martin’s widow Agnes had also died. Eleanor, their eldest, was caring for a brood of three alone.

As she raised her head and looked at him, Richard decided he must be sure of one more point. He would help the lass but how he did it would depend on whether she had a sweetheart or not.

She must surely have a man. Even as she is, in an old, patched gown, her hair covered by an ugly hood, barefoot and half-starved, she is beautiful.

He had not seen her this close before and he marveled how he had missed her. She was small and slender but her limbs were shapely and when she was not dragging a dead wolf, she would move with poise and grace. A tingle of desire, absent since his Joanna had died, began to sparkle through his long, rangy frame, making him feel more alive than he had for months.

“Yes, my lord?”

Her question reminded him that he had stared for too long.

“You are the head of your household?” he demanded.

Her bright gray eyes clouded with disappointment and he felt strangely ashamed, the more so when she nodded without speaking.

“You have no man?” he persisted. “No brother…”

“No brother older than seven years and no lover either, my lord.”

Richard stared down at her unflinching eyes and knew she suspected part of his purpose.

The clerk beside him began to scold again but he put a hand on the man’s scrawny wrist and shook his head.

“So I pay you the ransom for the wolf,” he went on, a small, ignoble part of him rejoicing as a steady flush of color swept up her face and she nodded a second time. A passionate little wench.

He found himself wondering what color her hair was—her eyebrows and lashes were far lighter than her eyes—but then his daydream was shattered by another voice.

“Lord Richard, you cannot deal with her. She is a witch!”

“Aye and look how her father died as well. Is that not a sign of displeasure from God?”

The clerk hurriedly crossed himself and began to mutter the creed. Richard crossed his fingers beneath the trestle and thumped the table until the grumbles and shouts of the villagers bled out into whispers, echoed by the leaves of the ash tree.

“I am a wisewoman,” the former bondswoman said with a kind of weary patience. “I help women and cure cows.”

“My cow gives less milk than before.”

“She lives,” Eleanor flashed back, quick as a sparring champion. “She had sickened through eating bad hay but she lives.”

In that instant it came to Richard that this girl really needed him, and—if his own fear of poisoning was justified—he needed her skill. They might save each other, but first he had to be sure of her knowledge.

“What is the antidote to snakebite?” he asked.

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