Medieval 01 - Untamed
holding out her arms. âLet us get it done with.â
Within moments Meg was wearing folds of cloth that fooled the eye like moonlight on a river. Eadith pulled laces at the back, making the fabric snugagainst Megâs body. As light as mist, the garment clung and swirled in silver stirrings that outlined the supple feminine form beneath.
When Eadith was finished, Meg turned a full circle. The cloth lifted and then flowed into place as though made for her rather than for her mother before her.
âAre you certain you wonât wear the brooch Lord Dominic sent you?â Eadith asked.
âBefore her marriage, a Glendruid girl wears only silver. After it, she wears only gold. I will wear the brooch soon enough.â
If I live .
âFoolishness,â Eadith muttered. âYou will look a drab creature next to the Norman whore.â
Eadith held out a very long, intricately made chain of silver and clear crystal. Like the clock, the chain had been passed down through generations. No wider than Megâs smallest finger, almost as flexible as water itself, the chain circled her waist, crossed behind at her hips, and returned to her front in a shining girdle.
The ends of the chain reached to the hem like silent, slender waterfalls. And like water, the crystals in the chain transformed light into elusive flashes of color, fragments of rainbows caught and held for an instant of time.
Meg lifted hands naked of rings and pulled the combs from the hair piled on her head. Her hair tumbled down around her shoulders, over her breasts, falling to her hips and beyond. Against the ethereal silver of the dress, her hair burned with all the passions she had never felt.
âWell,â Eadith said grudgingly, âit does make your hair look bright.â
The handmaiden held out the plain silver circlet that was all Meg would wear to hold her hair fromher face. Incised on the inside of the band were ancient runes.
âI could fasten the brooch toââ Eadith began, only to be cut off.
âNo.â
Meg gathered her hair into a single long fall down her back. Without a word she held out her hand for the hooded silver mantle that fastened to the dress at the back of her shoulders with two silver clasps. The fluid weight of the cloth swept down her back to the floor and beyond in a rippling silver train.
A quick motion of Megâs hands lifted the hood into place, covering her hair. Eadith put the circlet on her mistress and looked disapprovingly at the results.
âYouâll not outshine the whore,â she said bluntly.
âStill your tongue,â Old Gwyn said from the doorway. âYou know nothing of what is at risk today.â
When Meg spun toward the door, subtle currents of silver ran the length of her dress and crystals flashed fragments of rainbows, but it was her eyes that drew Gwynâs attention. Within the silver cloud of Megâs mantle, her eyes burned like green flames.
Gwynâs breath came in with an audible hiss. She touched her forehead in silent obeisance to the Glendruid girl who smoldered before her, wrapped in rituals and hopes as old as time.
Before Gwyn could speak, church bells rang, summoning Meg to marriage.
And war.
7
I NCENSE AND PERFUME PERMEATED the wooden buildingâs sacred hush. Pews shone with recently applied beeswax. Myriad tongues of light rose from massed candles. Costly brooches, necklaces, circlets, girdles, and rings flashed like distant stars throughout the church, reflecting the dance of candle flames.
Scots thanes, Saxon nobles, Norman aristocracy, and knights of all kinds mixed together with the wariness of wild animals forced into unaccustomed closeness by a spring flood.
Dominicâs wintry gray eyes catalogued the gathering. As he had expected, there was an abundance of swords evident beneath the menâs mantles. Some of the sword hilts were set with gems, signifying that the weapon was intended for ceremonial rather than military purposes. Other swords were like Dominicâs, gleaming with warâs steel blush rather than with decorative silver.
Despite the crush of people in the church, no one stood close to Dominic, including the black-haired woman whose flowing scarlet dress and costly jewels had drawn many glances. Not even the dark-eyedtemptress dared approach Dominic now. There was the look of an eagle about him, a predatory readiness that radiated as surely from him as heat from fire.
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