fatherâs guests had done this, she said with a tremulous smile, âI see I must sacrifice another kerchief. I seem to spend a good deal of my time tending your hurts.â
Although he had allowed her to raise his head, his lashes were lowered and he still would not meet her eyes. He said expressionlessly, âYou are very kind. Butâbut I can manage now. There is no need forâfor you to stay.â
âOh, none,â she responded, his humility only adding to her mortification. âI am very sure you would be happy to bleed all the way home. Dear me, this will not do. Perhaps I must form the habit of carrying one of my papaâs handkerchiefs with me if you will persist in your show of humble martyrdom!â
At that his eyes opened wide, and a flood of colour lit his scratched and dirty face. âShow!â he exclaimed. âWhat could I haveââ
âOh, I know. I know.â Amazed that she should have made such a waspish remark, she flashed a repentant smile at him. ââTis the very thing I said to Lord Green, is it not? That you dare not resist a peer of the realm. And, do you know, for a moment I was sure you meant to give him back his own.â
A twinkle came into his eyes. âSo was I.â
âThank heaven you did not! Though I cannot help but marvel you were able to restrain yourself.â
The twinkle faded. He muttered, âI have not the right toâto raise my hand âgainst any man.â
âOf course you have! âTwould be folly were you to strike an aristocrat, of course, butââ She bit her lip, and knowing that had sounded patronizing, she added hastily, âThough Iâd not be surprised to find that youâre as well born as Lord Green.â
âA dubious distinction, madam.â The dry response was out before he could check it.
Again, Jennifer had caught a glimpse of another man. She burst into laughter, her merriment warming his captive heart and bringing his slow smile into being.
âOh, Jack,â she said breathlessly. âHow he would rage if heâd heard us! Here,â she gave him the gory handkerchief, âthis will help a little. Nowâ What are you about, sir?â
He stood. âI must gatherâgather myââ
âYour wits!â She tugged at his sleeve pulling him back down again and sitting beside him. âYou are scarce able to stand straight, and white as any sheet, and small wonder! When you have rested a little you shall ride Chanteuse as far as Triad, andââ Relieved to see his lips twitch at this prospect, she said laughingly, âAh, you can still smile, thank goodness!â
âI think âtwould make a quaint picture, maâam, for me to ride sidesaddle, while you walked! A few minutes rest and I will be very well, I promise you. If you would be soâso very kind as to send someone here with my knapsack, Iââ
âI will be so very kind as to tell you to stop trying to be rid of me.â
Be rid of her? He stared at her speechlessly. He ached from head to foot, his arm throbbed miserably, and he was crushingly tired, but to be near her, to be able to talk with her alone without shocked or disapproving glances, was joy beyond measure.
He had, decided Jennifer, what Caro Morris would term âspeaking eyes.â She said firmly, âOh, you may stare, but I know very well that the instant I go away you will start bustling about, pretending to be some mythical being, above such mortal things as pain and exhaustion.â
âLord Green was evidently able to overcome such weaknesses.â
âLord Green is twice your size and has never known what it is to go hungry, much less practically starve forâfor heaven only knows how long! Besides which, all he had to do was hang onto a rock until he was rescued. A far cry from what you very bravely achieved. Now, sir, although I am very willing to sit and make sure