Dylan's absence filled her with sadness, and her shoulders slumped as she muttered a quick, "You're right, next time I'll be more careful."
Andras gave her a self-satisfied smile. "I am pleased to hear you say so, Undine. I understand that you are a princess, but even a princess must take counsel from those who are wiser and more experienced. But please, there is no need for you to look so sad. I am here for you."
Andras took a step closer to her. Before she could protest, he took her hand in his and raised it to his lips. Thankfully, the kiss was short, but he didn't let go of her hand when he had finished. Instead he stepped even closer to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. They were rough and heavy, and CC felt their weight as if they were shackles. A tremor of fear mixed with loathing traveled through her, and she tried to pull away from him.
"Do not be frightened." His voice was husky. "You must know my intentions are honorable. I plan on speaking to your father as soon as he arrives."
"About my ransom?" she asked, still trying to pull away.
"It is little wonder you tremble if that is what you believe!" Andras said heatedly. "You may be assured, Undine, that I am not the type of man who would use a maiden lady and then send her back to her father soiled. Your honor is safe with me."
"So are you saying you'd only use a woman who you didn't consider a lady?"
Andras's brow furrowed as if he couldn't decide if her question was naive or impertinent. Remembering her reaction to discovering she was displaying an immodest glimpse of her legs, the knight realized that Undine must have meant the question in simple naivete. He smiled indulgently at her, and his voice took on a fatherly tone.
"What I am saying, my beautiful one, is that I intend to ask your father for your hand in marriage."
"But I thought you said that beauty needs to be guarded against," she blurted, scanning his face for the telltale signs of Sarpedon.
Believing her breathlessness was a result of joy at his announced intentions, Andras freed one of her shoulders so that he could cup her chin within his hand.
"Not if the beauty has proper guidance. As your husband, I will provide you with that guidance." His voice deepened and his eyes gleamed with a light that caused her stomach to clench. "Consider us betrothed, my beauty. You belong to me."
The knight's grip on her tightened, and he bent his head down to her. CC couldn't breath. She was trapped, overwhelmed by his size and strength. What would happen if he kissed her lips? Intuition told her Sarpedon's influence would flare to an uncontrollable level. She had to do something that would break his desire for her without making him angry. Fighting panic, she forced herself to think rationally. And a single idea came to her, ironically born from something Andras had said. Suddenly she wanted to laugh aloud in glee.
Instead she drew in a deep breath, as if she was readying herself for an underwater dive, and the instant before An-dras's lips touched hers, CC sneezed. Violently.
The knight jerked back from her.
"Oh, my goodness!" CC covered her nose with her hands and sniffed. "I'm so sorry."
When she lowered her hands from her face, Andras took her forcefully back into his arms.
"It is of no matter, my beauty," he murmured, bending again to her lips.
"A, chew!" This time CC opened her mouth and managed to actually rain spittle onto the knight's face.
He let loose of her so quickly that she staggered forward, causing him to back away from her.
"A, a . . ." CC gasped, waving her hands in front of her face. "Chew!"
CC rubbed at her nose. She was pleased to feel it getting hot and red under her rough handling. Andras was looking at her as if he was afraid she might begin to indiscriminately release any number of bodily functions. All traces of glowing silver had left his eyes.
"It looks like you were right, again," she said, giving her voice a nasally twinge. "I must have caught a chill out there on that wet rock."
"We should return," Andras said.
"You are so wise," CC said, ending her sentence in a barking cough.
As she followed the knight up the path that led from the beach, CC was sure she heard Dylan's deep, male laughter mixed with the rhythmic music of the surf. She disguised her answering giggle in a phlegmy cough.
Reentering the monastery grounds, CC was relieved to see Isabel's silhouette in a nearby hall, obviously keeping watch for CC's return.
CC coughed and sneezed almost simultaneously.
"You, there!" Andras yelled at Isabel. "The princess has taken a chill. What herbal remedies have you?"
Isabel hurried over to the knight, clucking her tongue like a ruffled hen.
"It seems I should have listened to Sir Andras's advice. He warned that I could catch a chill from the water, and I think I—ha… ha… ha… chew!—have," CC said wetly.
Isabel took the shawl from her shoulders and wrapped it around CC while she muttered under her breath about foolish young women and ushered her toward the hall that led to her bedchamber. Andras began to follow them, then he stopped, looking as if he wasn't sure what he should do.
"Sir Andras, I will care for the princess. It would be wise if you had one of the servants pour you a strong draft of the Brothers' special vintage. We certainly would not want you to become ill, too." She lowered her voice ominously, then said, "The princess may be contagious."
The knight's eyes widened, and he automatically backed a step farther away from CC.
"I will be in the dining hall if you have need of me, Undine." Andras gave her a neat little bow. Then he told Isabel, "Care for my betrothed well. I hold you personally responsible for her health." The knight turned and retreated quickly across the courtyard.
"Betrothed?" Isabel whispered as they hurried down the hall to CC's room.
CC grimaced and whispered back. "Somehow Andras managed to get engaged to me today without me saying yes." CC paused to add a sneeze and a couple of loud coughs, just in case any of the Brothers were lurking around.
The door to her room looked like a sanctuary. As soon as it was firmly closed behind them CC nodded to the window and asked in a low voice. "Is the guard still out there?"
"No," Isabel answered in a normal voice. "The squires are busy scanning the coast for any sign of Vikings." Isabel looked closely at her. 'This illness is only a pretense?"
CC nodded and grinned. "Absolutely. Do you honestly believe that water could make me sick?"
As her laughter joined Isabel's, CC felt her spirits lift, and she sent a silent thank-you to the goddess for the gift of the old woman's friendship.
"It is a ruse to keep the knight away from you?" Isabel asked.
CC nodded. "He scared me out there. It's like Sarpedon is with him all the time, even when Andras appears perfectly himself, but any little thing I do or say can cause him to surface."
"Little wonder you looked ill," Isabel said.
"I'm glad this will be over soon. I don't know how much longer I can avoid Andras."
"The chapel is certainly clean, and the kitchen has become a forest of drying herbs," Isabel said.
"I can promise you that there are no weeds in the herb garden."
"Then it is best if an illness renders you indisposed," Isabel said thoughtfully.
CC grinned mischievously. "So what kind of remedies do you have in mind for me?"
"Oh, I think we should begin with mulled wine laced with healing herbs, and perhaps a mustard poultice for your chest to relieve that raking cough."
CC wrinkled her nose, and Isabel laughed.
"I'm fine with the wine, but the poultice sounds kind of scary. What are you going to put in it? Frog poop and lizard tongues?"
"Would you rather have Andras or a poultice on your chest?"
"I'll take the frog poop," CC assured her.
Isabel cackled cheerfully as she gathered up the pitcher and cup from CC's dresser. "It will be necessary to make you as aromatic as possible to ensure that the knight will want to stay well away from you."
"I suppose that means that I'll have to stay confined to my room tonight and tomorrow," CC sighed.
"I imagine that if you appear well enough to walk about, Andras will devote himself to personally overseeing his be-trothed's recovery."
"Ugh" CC groaned.
"Exactly," Isabel said, walking to the door. "I shall prepare your remedies and return shortly."
"Don't be gone too long."
"Only as long as it takes to gather the frogs and lizards." The door closed on Isabel's cackling laughter.