Bertrice Small - A Memory of Love

Rhys ap Daffydd leaned forward-much to his leman's annoyance-very interested in the beautiful musician who smiled most seductively at him, bowing low with her two companions and then standing once again.

"My lord, will you allow us to entertain you?" Rhonwyn purred in a smoky, seductive voice. "I am certain that we can please you if you will but let us." She smiled again at him, their eyes making contact, and Rhonwyn was appalled by the cruelty and the lust she saw in his gaze. This was indeed an evil man.

"You have my permission," Rhys said grandly. He had already decided to bed the wench later.

"Before we begin," Rhonwyn said, "may I know for whom we are performing? I enjoy making little personal songs for all if I but know their names, my lord."

"This is my brother, Ifan, my captain, Llwyd ap Nudd, my mistress, Iola; and my guest, Rhonwyn uerch Llywelyn, whose father is the prince of all the Welsh, or so say the English."

"And many of the Welsh as well," Rhonwyn replied, "or so I am told, Rhys ap Daffydd."

At first he wasn't certain if she had insulted him, but then he laughed. "You are bold, my pretty one."

"And you, my lord, are a fool," she replied easily.

There was an audible gasp in the great hall.

"Boldness is only amusing for a brief time, wench," Rhys said threateningly. "If you offend me again, I shall have your tongue torn out, and then how will you earn your living but upon your back?"

Rhonwyn laughed loudly. "You say your guest is the daughter of Prince Llywelyn, my lord, but I tell you she is not. It you wish to use ap Gruffydd's daughter against him, you will have no chance with this woman. She is Lady Katherine de Beaulieu of Haven Castle, wife of Lord Edward. His first marriage to ap Gruffydd's daughter was dissolved several years ago. Did you not know?"

"And how, you audacious and brazen wench, do you know?" Rhys ap Daffydd demanded angrily.

"Because, my lord. I am Rhonwyn uerch Llywelyn." Rhonwyn replied.

Rhys ap Daffydd stared hard at Rhonwyn, and then a cruel smile touched his mouth. "Yes," he said slowly. "Of course. Why did I not see it before when you first stood before me? You have her coloring, Rhonwyn uerch Llywelyn. While you are more ap Gruffydd's daughter in your features, you have Vala's coloring. Do you remember me, my pretty? Do you remember that night I visited your cottage and had my way with your mother? Ah, how she wept and pleaded with me; and you stood, wide-eyed, clutching your baby brother in your arms. How I enjoyed that night, and how I will enjoy this one. Will you give me as much pleasure as your mother gave me so long ago, Rhownyn uerch Llywelyn?" He grinned at her.

All in the silent hall heard the whining sound, but until the arrow buried itself deep into Rhys ap Daffydd's chest, they did not connect it with a weapon. As the lord of Aberforth fell face first into the remains of his meal, Rhonwyn loosed the two arrows that Rafe quickly handed her, one killing Ifan ap Daffydd and the other Rhys's captain, Llywd ap Nudd. Rhys's mistress began to scream in terror as the trio made their way to the high board. It was very necessary to gain control of the castle's inhabitants before they fully comprehended what had just happened.

"Do not be afraid," Dewi shouted to them all. "Prince Llywelyn is even now marching into Aberforth. Our quarrel was with your master and his ilk. It is not with you. Welcome the prince as loyal Welshmen, and you will be left in peace. Now go and open your gates for my master."

The hall virtually emptied at his words.

"I'll go and make certain they obey me," Dewi said.

"Be careful," Rhonwyn cautioned him. She turned to Rhys's mistress. "Stop howling, you silly woman! You are not hurt nor will you be unless, of course, you don't cease that unpleasant caterwauling."

"Oh, Rhonwyn, you are so brave!" Katherine said breathlessly, hugging her sister-in-law. "When I saw you all come before the high board, I could not believe my eyes. Gracious, brother, you do have a well-turned leg," she teased him as she released Rhonwyn.

"Thank God you are safe, Kate!" he said, hugging her hard.

"I didn't know what was going to happen," Kate admitted, "but thank heavens for our old nurse, Wynnifred. After a few minutes the language began to come back to me, and I quickly realized they thought I was you, Rhonwyn. I was afraid to say I wasn't for fear they would kill me, and I decided that since you had grown up in such an isolated location, it was unlikely they would know I wasn't you."

"It was cleverly done, Kate, and Edward will be proud when he learns how bravely you have conducted yourself." She turned in the woman Iola. "Selfish cow, you will regret your mean spirit. Lady Katherine's servant will pick a gown from among your possessions for her mistress, and come the morning you will go from Aberforth with only what you can carry. I am certain you will find another lordling to whore for soon enough. Leave us now!"

Iola scurried from the great hall.

When she had gone Rhonwyn turned to her husband and sister-in-law. "You heard Rhys ap Daffydd's words. Until he spoke I did not know him. Many years ago when I was a child he came in the dark of night to our cottage and raped my mother. She never told my father, and I do not want her memory fouled by the tale now. Dewi, I know, will say nothing."

"I understand," Katherine said. "You have my word that I will not repeat what I have heard this night."

Rafe put his arm about his wife, and as their eyes met he gave her his silent promise.

People were beginning to stream back into the great hall of Aberforth Castle. They could hear cheering. I he sound of booted feet came marching toward them and into the chamber, Llywelyn ap Gruffydd at the soldiers' head upon his stallion, which he rode up to the dais, looking dispassionately at the three bodies draped across the high board.

"Well done, daughter," he praised her. "Well done!"

"And now, my lord tad," she replied, "you will thank Morgan ap Owen for raising me as he did."

"I do indeed thank him," the prince said, a small smile upon his lips. "But you get your eye for marksmanship from me, daughter." His look went next to Katherine de Beaulieu. "Lady Katherine, I apologize that one of my subjects should have mistreated you so. You are free to return to Haven with your brother and Rhonwyn."

"I thank you, my lord prince, for your timely rescue, -' Kate answered him graciously, and then she curtsied prettily.

"Remove the bodies and put them outside for the dogs," the prince said, dismounting his beast and ascending the dais to stand before the hall, which now erupted into cheers.

"How inconstant and capricious are men's loyalties," Rhonwyn murmured sardonically.

"Not mine for you," Rafe said softly.

"You are certain?" She was smiling at him.

"Very certain, " he assured her.

She sighed happily, laying her head upon his shoulder. Whatever memories she had once had-of love or evil-had been replaced in her heart and her mind by the reality of this man and his love for her. There could surely be no more than that in life. Looking up at Rafe, she smiled once again, saying, "Let us go home, my lord," and he nodded in agreement as he took her hand and they walked from the hall together.

Ap Gruffydd watched them go, and then he said, "Oth, Dewi. You belong to her as you always have, but before you return to Ardley, will you bring Lady Katherine home to her husband?"

"Aye, my lord," the two chorused, grinning.

He acknowledged them absently, his eyes taking in a last glimpse of his daughter. Farewell, Rhonwyn uerch Llywelyn, he said silently to himself. Farewell! And then to his surprise she turned, giving him a brilliant smile and raising her hand to him in salute.