Page 43 of While Angels Slept
He could not refuse her. Val and Arabel shared a very special bond. Val had been practically the only mother Arabel had ever known. Moreover, he would have the privilege of introducing his daughter to Cantia, something he realized that he was very excited to do. He had never faced a moment like this before, introducing his daughter to someone who was very quickly coming to mean a great deal to him. But along with the excitement came uncertainty. He hoped they would like one another. His nerves suddenly began to get the better of him, excitement and anxiety doing strange things to his stomach.
Instructing the old serving women to retreat to the solar to wait for them, Tevin took his daughter up the very narrow, winding staircase. The third floor was quiet and empty as he mounted the even smaller flight of steps for the fourth floor. By the time he had reached thelanding, he had already bumped his head trying to keep Arabel from scraping the walls. Softly, he rapped on the first door to his right.
“’Tis me,” he called softly.
The door thumped, jerked, and flew open. The first face he saw was Hunt’s. The little boy growled at him like a bear. “Where’s myfood?”
Tevin’s face fell. In the surprise of Arabel’s appearance, he realized that he had completely forgotten about procuring a morning meal. Cantia came up behind Hunt, putting her hand over his mouth.
“Forgive him, my lord,” she said, her inquisitive gaze moving between Tevin and the young lady in his arms. “His mood is foul when he’s not eaten.”
Val, who had been gazing from the window, turned to her brother and realized with shock that Arabel was in his arms. She gasped and flew across the room.
“Bella!” she cried softly, throwing her arms around both the girl and Tevin. “What are you doing here, sweetling? How did you get here?”
Arabel transferred her weak arms from her father to her aunt. Val took her from Tevin, cradling her sweetly and hugging her.
“I came with Cousin Geoff,” Arabel said. “We had an adventure of travel!”
Val had nearly the same reaction as her brother. When her bliss at Arabel’s sudden appearance faded, she was very concerned for the young woman’s safety. She looked at her brother with accusing eyes.
“He brought her here with the entire region under threat of battle?” she said. “Is he mad?”
Tevin put up a quelling hand. “I have already had words with him, Val. What’s done is done. Suffice it to say that Arabel is here, safely, and we are very grateful.”
Off to his left stood Cantia and Hunt. Cantia’s hands were on her son’s shoulders as she watched the tender reunion. It had only taken her a matter of seconds to realize who the young lady was once the conversation began and she smiled gently as she watched Val waltz across the room with the tiny young woman in her arms. She lookedover at Tevin.
“She has her father’s comely looks, my lord,” she said softly.
Tevin gazed over at her, his expression softening. Memories from the previous night flooded his mind, making him feel weak and giddy. He wanted very badly to reach out and touch her but dare not attempt it. In time, it would be acceptable for him to do so, but for the moment, there was still propriety to be observed. Especially in front of Arabel and Hunt.
“My thanks, my lady,” he replied quietly. Then he winked at her. “If you do not mind a visitor, I shall retreat to the kitchens and bring Hunt his meal before he tears me limb from limb. I do not like the look in his eye.”
Cantia nodded graciously. As she and Tevin gazed sweetly at each other, Hunt wriggled from his mother’s grasp and made his way over to Val and Arabel. They were gazing out of the lancet window as Val pointed out the cathedral of Rochester in the distance. They were also speaking of Arabel’s exciting trip from Thunderbey. The little boy stood next to them, eyeing the newcomer.
“What isth your name?” he tugged on Arabel’s sleeve.
Arabel arched her neck back to look at him, made more comfortable when Val turned around. They both smiled down at the wide-eyed young lad.
“Arabel,” she said in her very soft, very sweet voice. “What is your name?”
“Hunt.” The boy sized her up and down. When he apparently decided she was worth talking to, he held out a hand containing a ball. “Do you want to play with me?”
Arabel’s face positively lit up. “I do!” she pointed to the bed, indicating for her aunt to set her down. “Will you throw it to me?”
Hunt hadn’t noticed anything wrong with the girl yet. He tossed her the ball before Val had set her down completely and it hit her in the forehead. While Cantia gasped, Arabel laughed and rubbed her head. Then she picked up the ball, tried to toss it, and it ended up on thefloor. Hunt picked it up, threw it again, and hit her in the chest.
Tevin and Val watched the exchange carefully. Arabel could barely use her arms but she was trying with all her heart. And she was loving it. Hunt, surprisingly, didn’t seem to mind that she couldn’t toss the ball. He continued to pick it up off the floor, off the end of the bed, and toss it back to her. She couldn’t catch it so it would end up in her lap. Cantia, fingers folded and at her mouth as if she were praying, watched the activity with some concern.
“Hunt,” she admonished softly. “Young ladies do not catch balls. Perhaps you should play something that is more suited to the lady’s tastes.”
Tevin smiled faintly, approaching the bed. “I think that ball catching does run to her taste, does it not?” He put his hand on his daughter’s blond head, smiling down at her as she beamed. “Arabel, I would like you to meet Master Hunt Penden and his mother, the Lady Cantia. They live at Rochester.”
Arabel’s big dark eyes focused on Cantia. They were wide and intelligent and Cantia smiled timidly. “It is a pleasure to know you, my lady,” she said. “Welcome to Rochester.”
Arabel smiled prettily, her gaze appraising and curious. “Thank you,” she said. “Are you the lady of the house?”
“I am.”
