Page 94 of While Angels Slept
Cantia acknowledged the reply, wondering what, exactly, to say at this point. She wondered if she should be selective about what she told the woman but eventually opted for everything because she had come this far and there was no reason to hold back. For Tevin’s sake, and hers, she would be forthcoming with the hope that the woman would be forthcoming as well.
“Long ago, you were married to Tevin du Reims,” she finally said. “You are still married to him.”
The woman’s pale face registered even more shock. “How… how would you know this?”
Cantia tried to be careful. “I know this because he loves me and Ilove him,” she whispered. “We cannot be married because he is still married to you. He did not know your fate, whether you were dead or alive, so a… a friend swore to find you so that we would know what had become of you. If you were alive, perhaps you would grant Tevin an annulment, but if you were dead… then at least we would know. I carry Tevin’s child and we very much wish to be married but we cannot do that so long as… well, so long as you are still his wife.”
The woman stared at her, shock turning to disbelief and, strangely, some understanding. “Thatis why… why…?”
Cantia simply nodded as the woman trailed off. Then she regarded her carefully for several long moments.
“Tell me why you left him,” she said softly. “Tell me why you abandoned Tevin and Arabel.”
The woman regarded her in return. She simply lay there and stared at her, some of the shock gone from her face as she came to understand why she had been brought to Rochester. With that understanding came defiance, and perhaps some self-preservation.
“He has brought me here to kill me,” she finally muttered.
Cantia shook her head. “No one is going to kill you. But I would like to know why you left.”
The woman didn’t reply for a moment, but her expression didn’t waver. When she finally spoke, it was with surprising strength.
“It was so long ago,” she muttered. “Why does it matter now?”
“Because it does. Please tell me.”
The woman hesitated for a brief moment before complying. She figured she had nothing to lose. She was dying anyway. What more could she say that wouldn’t hasten that death?
“My name is Louisa Berthilde Solveig of the House of Hesse-Rheinfels,” she said. “My father was Maurice the Bold of Hess-Rheinfels, the man who pledged me to Titus du Reims’ son when I was still a very young girl. I had never met Tevin du Reims before the day we married, when I was still a child myself of fourteen years. I did not want to marry him, you see, because I was in love with my beautifulKael. We had fallen in love as children and were deeply devoted to each other. It was Kael who escorted me to my wedding with Tevin and watched the woman he loved marry another. He even stayed with me during my first year of marriage, as part of a contingent of soldiers my father left behind for my personal protection.”
Cantia was listening intently to the stilted French with the heavy Germanic accent. Moreover, the woman spoke very softly and it was difficult to hear. But the story was essentially what Tevin had told her.
“If Kael was with you for so long, why did you wait until Arabel was born before leaving?” she wanted to know. “Why not leave right away?”
Louisa was exhausted from all of the talking but, somehow, she felt the increasing need to speak. She had not spoken of such things for fifteen years and in repeating the memories, she was reliving them. Visions of her beloved Kael were coming to mind and she could not help herself. From the dying woman’s heart, the words were flowing forth.
“Since I am not long for this world, it does not matter what I say,” she whispered. “You want to know and I will tell you.”
“I just want to know the truth.”
“But why?”
“For Tevin’s sake. Please tell me the truth.”
Louisa regarded her for a moment, the dark eyes glittering with the last embers of her life force. “What has he told you?”
“Just what you told me. He said you left him for another knight you were in love with from your homeland.”
Louisa listened, digested, then took a deep breath. Her mind began to wander. “That is what my father told Tevin,” she murmured. “But it was not the truth. Not entirely, anyway.”
Cantia’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
Louisa’s gaze grew distant. “My beautiful Kael was my love, my heart, my life,” she said softly. “Tevin was never unkind. In fact, he was inordinately sensitive to my position. He seemed to understand I did not want to be married to him. I took advantage of that kindness. I washorrible to him.”
“How?”
“Kael and I were lovers,” she whispered, as if suddenly contrite after all of these years. “Tevin would share my bed at night and when he would leave to go about his duties, Kael would share it. Shortly after we were married, I… I became pregnant when Tevin went away. I knew he would more than likely send me away in disgrace at the very least if he knew the child was not his, so upon his return, I made sure to act as the attentive and affectionate wife, and we coupled. It was early enough in the pregnancy that I was able to tell Tevin the child was his, but I knew differently. When Arabel was born, she looked exactly like Kael. Terrified for my life, Kael convinced me to flee with him, so I did.”
By this time, Cantia was gazing at the woman with shock. “Kaelis Arabel’s father?” she hissed. “Not Tevin?”
