The Black Lyon by Jude Deveraux Page B

lady mother and I have taught you the manners of a lady, not those of ... of the joy women."
    Lyonene looked at her in wide-eyed innocence. "Whatever could you mean, Lucy? I did but refer to his knightly form. You could not mean other than that."
    Lucy stared at her young mistress, realizing she had been trapped again. Happily the bell rang to announce dinner, and they went below.
    Lyonene wondered how many years it would take before her heart did not jump at the sight of Ranulf. He stood with his back to her, talking to the much shorter Sir Tompkin. He seemed to sense her presence, for he turned and held his hand out to her. He did not release her as Sir Tompkin frowned and went to table.
    "I am afraid the man is most angry, for he has tried for years to marry one of his wretched daughters to me."
    They sat together at the .high table, the bread trencher shared between them. "Sir William says the betrothal can be signed after dinner. You are sure you wish to spend your life with me? To place your welfare in my hands?"
    "I am most sure. It is you who should beware." She ate a piece of salt-cured ham.
    Ranulf frowned. "And what hidden danger awaits me?"
    "Why me, of course. You know little of me but that I have straight ankles. You know naught of my character."
    "I am not convinced about the ankles, but tell me your flaws of character."
    "I have a terrible temper, my mother says I am very vain..."
    "With good reason."
    "And I am too often not a lady and say what first comes to my head."
    "Those are grievous faults."
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    "Do not laugh at me, Ranulf de Warbrooke! I see you also have faults."
    He could not contain the smile that spread over his face. "I am called the Spawn of the Devil and you dare to think I have faults?"
    She waved her hand in dismissal. "I am sure the name stands you in good stead during war, but what others call you is not your fault."
    "And what do you believe is poor in my character?"

    "Excessive pride, truly an arrogance. There are others, but that is the greatest flaw."
    His kissed her cheek hastily and then remembered where he was and straightened. "Pride is the least of my faults." His face hardened and he became very serious. "You are mine, and I will allow you not so much as to glance at another man. Remember that well."
    She gave him a radiant smile. "That is an easy request, for in all my ten and seven years I have never desired a man for husband until I met you. I do not think I shall see another man I fancy soon."
    "You are but ten and seven years? You are younger than I had thought."
    She laughed aloud. "I make long avowals of my fidelity and you exclaim over my age. Will you not say some such thing as you are near double my age? It is true you seem very old. I am sure you will not last the winter."
    "You are an impertinent wench! Do you not know the Black Lion eats three girls such as you each day afore dinner?"
    Oblivious to the staring people around them, she put a finger on his lower lip. "I do not find that a horrible way to die at all," she said gently.
    He stared at her a moment and then bit her finger, a little too hard, until she drew back in pain. "Do you not know it is the man who is to pursue the woman? Behave yourself and eat your dinner. Even now I shall never be respected by my own men again, for they have seen me led by a chit of a girl for near two days."
    Happily, she gave her attention to her food and the songs of the jongleur. She had not even been aware that he had been singing.
    The meal was cleared and the tables dismounted and stacked against the walls. Father Hewitt brought ink and quills and the betrothal papers to a small table set before the fire. Sir William signed them hastily, but Ranulf paused. The old priest put his hand on the man's strong arm. "You are not sure, my lord?"
    "I but remembered another time so much like this one." He signed his name, a hard, black flourish.
    "Now, it is customary for rings and kisses. Lady Lyonene, you have a ring I believe?"
    She