Pendragon

"Ah, do you also have plans that aren't any of my business?"

"We are on our wedding trip. Now, you will cease your ridiculous anger. A wife should not be angry with her husband."

"That is on the list?"

"Among other things."

"Go away, my lord. Go take a strap to one of the horses."

"How much champagne did you drink?"

"Enough to want to play a fiddle and perhaps dance a bit with Mrs. Miggs. Enough to forget that I wanted to kill you. In any case, even drunk, I realized I would be hanged if I did you in, and that would be distressing to my father. Hmmm. Since I can't ask my father about this, perhaps the next time I see Jeremy, I can inquire about this door business and a husband blasting through it on his wedding night."

He went pale, then red to his hairline with rage. "You will not speak of him further, do you understand me? Oh yes, I would be more distressed than your father if you killed me."

"No, you would be dead and not feel a thing."

She simply didn't know that he'd overheard her and her father, so how could she possibly know why he was so damned angry? Maybe that was a good thing. He said, "You honestly feel fine now?"

"I feel ready to take on the world. I feel more than ready to take you on, my lord."

"I am your husband. My name is Thomas. A wife doesn't take on a husband, if you mean by that to start an argument with him."

She realized they'd done nothing but argue since he'd shown himself in the doorway. She said slowly, "Actually, I was thinking about hitting you in the nose."

He said nothing to that, very wise of him to keep quiet, she thought. He believed in some self-preservation.

She looked at him a moment, wrapped his dressing gown more closely about her, then said slowly, "Actually, I feel very sore between my legs. Does a man regard that as an accomplishment, something he's expected to do on his wedding night?"

"Since you are not riding, you will be fine by evening. It is nothing. There is no accomplishment here. Last night simply happened. Don't speak of it again."

"You are an expert then. You have done this particular business many times, at least enough times to know that my pain was and is a mere bagatelle. I don't suppose you experienced any distress from your splendid performance last night?"

He shook his head, but he was lying, of course. When he had broken her maidenhead, he'd wanted to scream at her and howl from the intense pleasure that filled him.

"I see. So you didn't realize what you were doing? Neither the first time nor the second time? You didn't hurt me either time on purpose?"

"Be quiet, Meggie. It's over."

She looked up at the ceiling. "God is letting me down here."

"Sometimes God forgives actions when they are justified."

"Whatever that means. Would you care to clarify that a bit?"

"I don't wish to discuss it further."

"Yes, yes, don't mention anything a husband might find thorny. I must relieve myself. Go away."

He looked as if he would say more, but he didn't, just turned and closed the door quietly behind him.

"Thomas."

At the sound of his name, he turned slowly.

She'd poked her head out the door. "Here." She threw his dressing gown to him.

She closed the door, leaned against it, covering her bare breasts with her hands, and sighed. She saw that he had indeed washed most the blood out of her nightgown. She folded the nightgown into a small square and stuffed it into her valise. She pla

She was downstairs within the hour, her bo

Meggie assured Mrs. Miggs that she felt dandy. As a matter of fact, she looked young and fresh and very i

"No, I won't kill him, even though he refused to answer any questions. No, I have other plans for the clod," Meggie said, gave her another quick hug, saw her new husband's dark eyebrow raised at this affection between his wife and the i

Chapter 17

St. Agnes Head Cornwall

SPRING WAS SERIOUSLY in doubt on the northern coast of Cornwall. As they traveled to the northwest, it became more cold and blustery. The wind blew hard, making the tree branches moan and rustle in the darkness. The air off the Irish Sea tasted of brine and the smell of seaweed was strong.

Thomas didn't call a halt until nearly eight-thirty in the evening. For the entire day he had ridden some fifty feet in front of the carriage, leaving her to stew alone. She'd been so bored, and finally so desperate to relieve herself, that she'd finally opened the carriage door, leaned out as far as she could, and shouted up to Tim McCulver, "Stop the bloody carriage or I'll jump!"

The carriage stopped in under six seconds.

"Thank you," Meggie said, climbed down, and walked into the stand of oak trees beside the road.

When she came out some minutes later, her new husband was sitting astride his horse, looking intently at her. "Are you all right?"

"As in was I careful not to attach any poison ivy to myself?"

"No, but were you careful about that as well?" She nodded, paid him no more attention, and climbed back into the carriage. If he didn't want to be lover-like, perhaps beg her pardon a dozen times, then she would do her part and ignore him.

Exactly two hours later Tim McCulver pulled the carriage to a stop, opened the carriage door, and said, "His Lordship asked me to see if you wished to stop for a moment and perhaps commune with nature."

"Yes," Meggie said. "Thank you." They didn't stop for di

"It's all right, Tim. Goodness, the reins. Here, let me get them."

Before Meggie could reach down for the horses' reins, Tim squeaked, threw himself forward, nearly falling between the two horses, managed to snag the reins, and as Meggie nearly lifted him back into his seat, he was moaning.

"Are you all right?"

"It ain't the done thing, milady, it jest ain't the done thing. Ye're here wi' me, and his lordship will twist me ears off me head. Oh Lord, listen to me, yer favorite si

"His lordship will do nothing of the kind. If there is any twisting to be done, let him just try it on my ears." And she laughed, feeling the wind tear at her bo

He couldn't think of a thing to say. He saw Tim's anguish, saw the grin on his wife's face, not a sweet confiding grin, but rather a grin that dared him to make a scene. He wasn't without sense. He kept his mouth shut. Later, he thought, later, he would take her apart. He pictured her hauling herself out of the carriage window and blanched.