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Twenty-five beautifully written stories, penned in exile, evocatively depicting life on a manor in feudal Russia and examining the conflicts between serfs and landlords. His hand left his groin; he reached for her hand, then hesitated.
Feeling her flesh beneath his hard fingers, he closed his eyes and gave himself up to his quest. Her crimson cheeks pressed to the pillow, Eloise suffered his pleasure in silence. One by one the candles guttered; blessed darkness blanketed the room. Even so, it was many hours before, exhausted, Eloise fell asleep. Eloise glared back. But what of the ladies?
Suddenly finding herself at the center of this typical de Versallet dispute, and not being a de Versallet but a much more timid sort of mortal, Julia wrung her hands. Like a startled fawn, she stared at her huge husband. William smiled perfunctorily.
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Blue eyes darting from one overpowering de Versallet to the other, Julia blinked. She met his gaze coldly. William beamed. The glare Eloise hurled him sizzled. Chuckling, he lumbered off.
Lips compressed, Eloise turned to her sister-in-law. You know you will not enjoy seeing the men ogling and pawing the dancing girls.
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Julia lifted a face so disarmingly mild not even the devil could remain irate. Smothering a snort, Eloise refrained from further expostulation. Chiding Julia was pointless. She would let William clomp roughshod over her as long as that was the easiest course, then, years from now, she would carp and complain that he paid her wishes no heed. Eloise left the castle-side of the battlements, but instead of heading for the stairs, she glided to the northwest corner, to where the rising expanse of Salisbury Plain hid the distant Welsh hills.
Timidly, Julia followed. After your husband died, I mean? To recover from her month-long marriage, a marriage ended when the saints had heard her prayers and had released her from purgatory in the only possible way. With a lightning bolt, they had removed Raoul de Cannar from this earth, and had set her free. As free as a woman could ever be. So she could remain free, and retain control over her own life. Leaning on the battlements, she gazed at the distant horizon.
Faced with a writ and the threat of a Chancery suit, the de Cannars had capitulated.
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For the past nine years, Eloise had received half the yearly profits of their extensive estates. Almost enough to make her forget the month she had spent with Raoul. Julia was still frowning. But when my father came and begged me to return, I could not say him nay. That still surprised her. Eloise had already begun questioning her continued presence at Claerwhen. The peace and quiet had grown monotonous; a curious restlessness had gripped her.
Her studies were long completed and there was nothing to fill the void. Then, unheralded, her father had arrived. She had returned to Versallet Castle.
Her expression hardening, Eloise inclined her head. The fact filled her with no joy—neither Emma, the new lady de Versallet, nor Julia, she of fawnlike fright, could stand up to her father and four brothers. She, on the other hand, could, and did. She might lose a few battles, such as the one this morn, yet overall she managed the castle much as she wished.
Elaine of Montrose had had very definite ideas, frequently and clearly stated ideas, on how far the male of the species could be allowed to run amok before the sobering hand of a lady was brought to bear. Eloise grimaced. Everyone, from her father to the villeins in the fields, turned to her, and, far more than she, would resent any incompetent replacement. As I told you this morn, you—and Emma, too—must learn to treat with your men. Leaning against the battlements, she frowned sternly at Julia. Eloise bit her tongue.
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Something would have to be done. Unfortunately, it was now impossible for her to live at the castle and not be its chatelaine. Perhaps it was time to return to Claerwhen. Straightening, she drifted along the battlements to glance down at the bustle in the courtyard below. Julia trailed after her. This time, Claerwhen could not be the answer, not permanently. She was not cut out for the cloister; that much she knew. Unfortunately, thanks to Raoul, the only other acceptable career for a noblewoman was no longer a possibility for her.
Once, she had dreamed of being the lady of a castle, her children about her, a strong husband at her side. With a brisk shake of her head, she resettled her veil. Together, she and Julia headed for the stairs, nodding to the guards as they passed. Eloise led the way down. Her lips curved, cynical humor returning. Adhering to that vow had cost her no pain, and had provided hours of entertainment through the years. Amidst the bustle in the courtyard, she spied her father striding through the melee, bellowing orders right and left.
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His harassed steward scuttled in his wake. Turning from the sight, she continued down the stair. Neither had her brothers. They continued to introduce the subject along with potential suitors, but she only had to shake her head and they would retreat.