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A slight smile curved Philips lips before he bowed to Rose. “Duty calls,” he said. Then he turned on his heel and headed down the stairs.
Rose crossed to the railing. She stared at the sandy shore, which gradually turned into a grassy slope. “Does the river lead to Cardiff?” she asked, her gaze scanning the large watery mouth surrounding by grassland dotted with small huts.
“It does.”
“What is it like?”
“Cardiff is a fine town. In size it does not compare to other more affluent ports, but twice a year it hosts a large fair, to which merchants travel from all of Christendom.”
“Perhaps, I could go ashore?” she asked.
“I’m sorry, Rose. I hate to disappoint you, but Robert has recommended that you stay on board and keep mostly to my cabin for the next two days; that is, until your strength has returned.”
She nodded. “I admit, I feel rather weak.” Then she sighed. “Long has it been since my eyes have gazed upon a bustling port. In truth, it might make me too sad to see it.”
“You are remembering Berwick,” he said knowingly.
She nodded. “It was such a fine city.”
“Berwick was always unmatched in my mind—even to the markets in London.” He paused as a shadow crossed over his face. “I was there just the week before the attack.” He shook his head. “So many thousands of people slaughtered.”
Rose nodded grimly. “What took countless lifetimes to build, King Edward wiped from the world in a matter of three days.”
He canted his head, still holding her gaze. “I do not wish to pry, but I feel certain you must have been there when his scores of troops arrived.”
Tears stung her eyes. “Nay, I wasn’t actually. I had left the city the morning of the attack to forage for herbs in the forest. When I returned, towers of billowing smoke stretched to the heavens. Cries of the dying rent the air for days. There was no way back inside.” Her hand rushed to her chest. “Forgive me.” She stopped and took a deep breath, blocking the images of death and sorrow from her thoughts. When she regained her composure, she continued. “I am glad ye do not give yer fealty to King Edward. As an Englishman it makes ye much more likable.”
He smiled. “That is a relief.”
“Does yer family hold with yer beliefs?” she asked.
He rubbed his chin. “My father lives in-between worlds. He has been a strong force in the merchant guild and has supported other guilds in their pursuit of fair treatment from the noble class, but he does not extend his sympathy to the common man. He still sees a place for royalty in the world; whereas, I believe it is only by merit that a man deserves reward. Nobility is something that should be earned not bestowed. Actions alone should be the measure of any man.”
Rose’s pulse quickened as he spoke. He had put words to what she had always felt in her heart, but still something was missing. “What of women?”
His eyes brightened then. “The most heroic act I have ever witnessed was carried out by a woman, a young girl actually.” He turned and leaned his back against the rail and gazed out as if seeing his memory in the distance.
Rose admired the fineness of his profile, his chiseled jawline and straight nose. His nostrils flared as he breathed deep the sea air. A flutter stirred in her chest, and for a moment, she felt like a young woman again, when the touch of a man had still been a mystery.
She restrained herself from snorting at her own thought—it had been so long since she felt the touch of a man on her body that she may as well have been a maid again.
“It must have been ten years ago now,” Tristan said, continuing with his story. “I docked in Calais, where we will be soon enough, if the winds allow. I went for a walk on my own in the countryside. Suddenly, a piercing scream filled the air. I raced across a vast meadow and came upon a sight that made my blood run cold. A young girl was stumbling, her tunic torn and bloodied, and in her arms, she clasped a puppy to her chest. As it turns out, she had thrown herself in the path of a pack of wild dogs to protect her pet. She withstood numerous bites and raking claws while her beloved friend remained unscathed. I carried her back home. And when we arrived, her mother scolded her and asked her what had made her act so foolishly. In reply, the little girl simply snuggled closer to her puppy and said, ‘I love her’. There is nothing more noble than unconditional love, love you would be willing to die for.”
She stared at him in wonder. His words had opened a world of opportunity in her mind where how well someone loved and was loved in return defined their worth—not their wealth or title. She wanted to tell him just how much he had touched her heart, but she closed her eyes against an onslaught of dizziness. She grappled at the railing for support.
“Are you all right?” he said, his arm coming around her waist.
Her hand flew to her temple. “I’m afraid I’m suddenly not feeling very well. Perhaps, I’ve been on my feet too long.”
She felt his arm come under her legs the instant before he lifted her into the air.
“Thank ye,” she said, her arm loosely circling his neck.
He carried her back to his cabin and laid her on the bed. He smiled down at her, his eyes so warm, but then his brow furrowed slightly. “Rose, may I speak my mind?”
She nodded.
“We are still at the infancy of our friendship, but with the little conversation we’ve had, I feel justified in judging you to be a sensible and shrewd woman. Why were you alone out on the water?”
She swallowed hard, then dropped her gaze. “When I set out, I wasn’t in my right mind. To be honest, I’ve not been myself for some time now.” She shook her head. “I admit it was not my most sensible moment, but…” A tightness gripped her chest as her desperation returned. A knot formed in her throat. “I have no excuse for my actions. I…I was just so…” She didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t understand unless he knew her heart, the contents of which she was not ready to share. “I wanted something to happen to me, anything,” she finally blurted.
He licked his lips, looking like he wanted to say more. Clearly, he knew her explanation was incomplete, but to her relief, he did not press her. Instead he chuckled. “Well, something certainly has happened.”
A burst of laughter rushed up her throat. “Indeed, it has.” Her gaze scanned the small room and the man smiling down at her. “Indeed, it has.”
