Page 46 of Love, Remember Me

"Nay, Uncle, I would be alone, I think," Nyssa said.

"What of your husband?" Owen FitzHugh replied.

"Tillie has told his Toby where I am. He may come or not as the spirit moves him, but I will not live under Thomas Howard's roof!"

"He is a bad enemy to make," the Earl of Marwood told his niece. "Be wary, Nyssa. Remember that your husband is his favorite grandson."

"If you knew what I did, Uncle, you would realize that I seek Varian de Winter's best interests, while his grandfather seeks only the best interests of the Howards. My husband is not a Howard. Besides, the duke does not think women of much import other than for marrying off. Varian's union with me is very much to his advantage. The duke will think me but a silly, temperamental wench for refusing to live beneath his roof. He will be glad when we shortly leave court. We are no longer important to his plans, and I am happy for that!"

Owen FitzHugh laughed. "You have your aunt's temper," he said, "but your mother's practical common sense, I am relieved to see. Very well then, Nyssa, I will escort you back to our house. It is fortunate, is it not, that I extended the lease through June, my dear niece."

Unlike the crowded little house in Richmond that they had rented, the house at Greenwich was a gracious and spacious dwelling set within its own green park. It was a relatively new building, having been constructed in the reign of the previous king, Henry VII. Nyssa had been given a large bedchamber with its own separate dressing room and even a small room for Tillie. From her windows she could see the beautiful park land about the house. She had scarcely used the room since their arrival at Greenwich, but she was pleased to have it now, for it meant she could be free of Varian's overbearing grandfather.

The walls of the room were done in a linen-fold paneling of richly polished oak. There was a large window with a cushioned window seat upon one wall, and a good-sized fireplace on another. The great bed with its heavy crimson velvet hangings was opposite the hearth. Next to the fireplace was a carved settle with a tapestried cushion. There was a large wood chest at the foot of the bed, and a single nightstand.

"I want a bath!" Nyssa said as she entered the room. "A lovely, hot bath, Tillie. Use the lavender fragrance in the water. It reminds me of home. We will soon be going home!"

"We'll be going to yer new home, m'lady," Tillie replied.

"Nay, first we are goinghometoRiversEdge," Nyssa said. "My parents must meet Lord de Winter before we go on to Winterhaven. The news of my marriage will be shock enough."

"And who is to tell yer mother and father of this hasty wedding that the king has forced you into, I should like to know?" Tillie fretted. "Me aunt Heartha will surely find a way to blame me for it, I'm sure."

Nyssa laughed. "There is no way Heartha can hold you responsible for any of this, Tillie." Then she grew thoughtful. "As for Mama and Papa, I am not certain how they should be told of what has happened. I do not think they should learn of my marriage in a letter. It would be too much, and Papa would come raging up to court. I suppose I should discuss it with my aunt and uncle before I decide."

Tillie nodded. She agreed with her mistress that a letter would cause more consternation than was really necessary. "I'll see to yer bath," she said, and hurried off to marshal the footmen.

The large, round wooden tub was brought from the dressing room and set by the fireplace. Tillie stirred up the coals and added more fuel until there was a fine, hot blaze going. The footmen moved swiftly with precision in and out of the room with their buckets of hot water. Tillie filled an open kettle and placed it over the flames so she might pour it into the bathwater when it began to cool. When the last footman had finally left the room, she added a goodly amount of lavender oil to the steaming tub, and instantly the room was filled with its perfume.

Nyssa had been gazing out from her comfortable vantage point in the window seat. They were not on the river, but she could see it winding like a silver ribbon beyond the green willows. It made her long even more for her home on the Wye, in England's Midlands. She sighed deeply, and turning about, arose so that Tillie might help her off with her garments. The warm, perfumed water soothed her soul as she sank gratefully into it. Court had been very exciting. She had certainly accomplished her purpose in coming, although not at all in the way in which she thought she would. But oh, she was so relieved that in just a few more weeks she would be going home! Home toRiversEdge. Home to Winterhaven.

Winterhaven. It had a pretty ring to it. She wondered what it was like. Would it be as beautiful asRiversEdge? Or her own house, Riverside? Poor old Riverside. Was it never to have a family in it again? Her father's half sister, Lady Dorothy, her stepfather's mother, had lived there, but she was now almost seventy, and preferred living with the family atRiversEdge.

It must go to my second son, Nyssa thought. Second sons have so little. What a startling idea! A second son? How could she be thinking of a second son already? There was nofirstson. She was still not at all certain she was satisfied with this marriage into which she had been so suddenly forced. Would there even be a first son? And what if she had only daughters? And should children be born of less than love? She did not love Varian, yet he said he loved her. Ridiculous! How could he love her? He did not even know her, nor she him. She flushed. Well, he had known her in a carnal sense, but only once,andhe had said the words before he had taken her. He had said them because he was kind, Nyssa decided. Well, at least it was something in his favor.

Tillie, washing her mistress with cloth and soap, watched the play of emotions across Nyssa's face. What was she thinking about? Tillie wondered. Was she dreaming about that handsome new husband the king had given her? Ohh, how the gossipy servants had descended upon her this day, desperately trying to ferret out of her all the juicy intimate details of her mistress's situation. Men and women who had never before had time for her now attempted to draw her out. How long had her mistress been secretly meeting the Earl of March? Had she been a virgin when she came to court? Well, Tillie thought indignantly, she had sent them all packing. What could she possibly know that they didn't already know? she demanded of them. Did a fine lady like her mistress confide in a mere servant? Because most of them were overweeningly proud, and considered Tillie of low estate, she had been believed.

The upper servants had gone off disappointed, but May, Lady FitzHugh's tiring woman, had smiled approvingly at Tillie when they were alone. "Yer aunt Heartha would be proud of ye, girl!" she said, and Tillie realized that May had guessed the truth of the matter. Of course she would have, for like Tillie, she wasfamilytoo.

The door to the bedchamber opened and both young women gazed up, startled, to see the Earl of March.

"Good evening, madame," he said quietly. "I understand that we are to domicile here until we leave court." He gazed about. "It is a most charming room. Is there a place for Toby?"

"I am certain my uncle will tell you where he may lodge," Nyssa said, not knowing what else to say to him. "I think, perhaps, the bedchamber next to this one would suit you, and your servant. You will need space for your clothing, and my dressing room is absolutely full, I fear. Uncle Owen can direct you."

"Tillie," the earl said with a smile, "will you go and speak with Lord FitzHugh for me. Then help my Toby find his way. We will call you when we need you," he told the startled servant. Tillie looked to her mistress for guidance.

"I will need Tillie with me to finish my toilette," Nyssa said.

"I will help you," he told her calmly. "I am a most expert maid, or at least I have been told so." He turned to Tillie. "Go along now, Tillie, and if you can help Toby get me settled, I should appreciate it."

"You are to remain, Tillie," Nyssa said firmly.

"Go, girl," the earl told her, putting a hand beneath her elbow and escorting her to the door.

"Stay, Tillie!" Nyssa commanded her tiring woman.

The earl opened the door to the bedchamber, and pushing Tillie out, closed the door behind her, locking it. He turned to meet the outraged gaze of his bride of less than a day.

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