Book 2 of the Cumbria Trilogy
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A Lady of Worth
Sir Ian, castellan of Fellswick Castle, sworn to protect the lands during his lord's absence and following a personal oath to assist all women cannot resist the lovely fragile lady brought to his care through treachery. His courtly attentions to her veer out of control into true love, tempting him to break all his knightly vows and risk all he is sworn to protect to win her love.
Lady Seline only needed to fulfill one vow, birth her husband a male child, so he would keep his promise of returning her to Flanders. Stranded, fearing for her life and desperately starved for love, Seline can scarcely believe that such a stern and austere man as Sir Ian would capture her heart. Will her attempt to oppose her false husband bring her valiant knight to ruin?
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Excerpt from A Lady of Worth:
"Do not touch me! Oh, please do not!"
Ian pulled back the heavy cloth curtain separating the bathing area and shouted to Geoffrey who hovered ever at his lord's hand.
"Go see what that's about! I won't have a woman assaulted."
Geoffrey rushed to the great chamber's door, and bolted through a series of adjoining chambers. Ian heard the fading footfalls as he ran down the narrow court way next to the great hall, following the distant shrieks of the woman.
Ian had stepped back behind the gauzy curtains, but he could see the woman as she passed through the chambers with Geoffrey. She was dressed in a long bliaut of deepest blue silk trimmed at the neck, hem and sleeves with embroideries of silver thread. The sweep of it trailed the ground, and she lifted a bit of it in one hand to walk forward more easily. About her waist was a wide swatch of folded linen, bleached purest white and wrapped twice over with a girdle made of intricate woven bands of damasked silver, polished to a brilliant shine. Over her other hand was draped another swatch of white linen, a wimple, which the guards must have torn from her head in an effort to identify her. She was a strikingly beautiful lady, with a lavish stream of black hair and pale blue eyes.
"Just wait here a moment my lady, if you will please," said Geoffrey.
She stood exactly where he indicated, and with swift, measuring glances surveyed the large chamber with its comfortable furniture, fine rugs and tapestries and the large window overlooking the lake.
Ian stepped out from the bathing alcove. He wore only his chausses and braies, and since his chest was now dry, he was rubbing a cloth on his head to towel the moisture out of his long, thick hair.
"Did any of the guards harm her?"
"They didn't harm her, my lord. They wouldn't let her out," said Geoffrey.
"Out?" asked Ian, quelling his racing heart, "How did she get in?"
