Taming the Beast by Heather Grothaus Page A

burden more easily.
    â€œWhen your mother and I were married, you may be surprised to know that the only man I owed allegiance to was the king.”
    Michaela’s eyebrows rose.
    â€œIndeed. I was one of William’s most favored lords, and he used me well. Not even to God—especially not to God—did I give a bended knee. I held a vast tract of land in the north of England for my loyalty, but before I could make a home there I was sent to Cherbonshire to help Magnus Cherbon gain control over his demesne for the king.”
    Michaela gasped. “You were in league with the Cherbon Devil?”
    â€œI was, although I am not proud to say it aloud. Your mother’s parents were vassal to Magnus Cherbon, and the instant I saw her lovely face, heard her speak, I knew I must have her.
    â€œShe was a godly woman, but light of spirit, sharp of tongue and wit. And lovely. Oh, my dear, your mother in her youth was dazzling. It was no hard task to convince her father to give her to me, a favored warrior of the king, and a man who was destined for greatness, even if he was rumored to be harsh and bloodthirsty.”
    Michaela couldn’t help the chirp of laughter. “You, Papa?”
    But there was no merriment in Walter’s eyes. “Yes, Michaela, me. In assisting Magnus Cherbon, many a man went to his grave by way of the sword that hangs in our hall. I was ruthless in my ambition to become the greatest, most powerful lord outside of the king’s court. Greater even than the man I aided, Magnus Cherbon. I remember all too clearly my vow to the king: ‘A man a day by my sword until this land submits to your rule.’”
    Walter looked down at his lap as if the memory shamed him. “And I kept my word. No trials. Pleas of innocence and for mercy fell on the ground before blood. And when I had succeeded, when Cherbon at last knew an uneasy and fearful peace, I knew my glory was at hand. I was to bide the winter here, in this house we live in, with your mother until the spring. William had granted me license to build a grand castle on my land in the north country. Your mother was heavy with you, and so after you were born and we saw that you would live, we were to make the long journey to our new home.”
    â€œBut we never left.”
    â€œAlmost, but no. No, we didn’t.” Walter sighed. “When your mother went missing that winter, for the first time in my selfish life I felt fear for another human being. I was mad with worry, and could only think of seeing her again, safe. It took me two days until I realized what I must do, and when I did, you were returned to me. I had made a promise, and one that I would keep.”
    Michaela knew a bit of this part of the tale, when Walter had knelt in the village chapel and begged God to bring his wife back to him. But she still didn’t understand how this had anything to do with her own problem.
    â€œMy time in Cherbon was done, and when the spring came, we set out—the three of us, and my most trusted men. On our second day of travel, I was summoned to the king’s court. He wanted me to assist in quelling a small uprising en route to my lands. But the man he’d known before Cherbon was not the man who stood before him. I refused. I told him that I would never fight again.”
    â€œWhat happened, Papa?”
    â€œWell, he did what any king in possession of good sense would do, faced with a subject who held valuable property and rights from him but would not fight.” Walter raised his eyes. “He stripped me of my lands, and my license. Sent me back to Cherbonshire to live here, in the least of the holdings.”
    â€œThat seems rather unfair,” Michaela said in his defense.
    â€œNot unfair at all. Generous, really,” Walter argued. “He could have had me killed, my dear, for refusing him thusly after all the favors I had won. Instead, my punishment was to live out my days in the land