Eight
Rapunzel stared at him, her mouth open. She had expected to see an older monk, or perhaps a bedridden invalid, but to find Sir Gerek here . . . âBrother Andrew is forcing you to teach me, isnât he?â
He looked up at her through his eyelashes as he lay on the low bed. âI donât mind telling you . . . yes, he is forcing me to teach you.â
Rapunzel crossed her arms. She wanted to tell him sheâd rather not learn to read than to be taught by someone who did not wish to teach her. She imagined herself leaving the room and slamming the door. But if she did that, she might be giving up her one chance to learn to read.
Closing her eyes, she reminded herself that Mother would only be gone a few hours and Rapunzel had already spent at least two hours cleaning the monastery rooms.
âI can only stay an hour, so let us get this lesson started.â
âWhy can you only stay an hour?â he asked. âIs it because your mother doesnât know youâre here?â He raised his brows at her.
Was he trying to make her feel bad? To make her go back home?
âYes, if you must know, but I am not leaving. I will stay right here for an hour.â
He made a grunting sound, then turned, leaning over the side of the narrow cot, and picked up a large book.
Rapunzel was breathing hard. She focused on his splinted leg, which was stretched out on the low bed, and his splinted arm, bent at the elbow and lying across his stomach. Looking at them helped her feel a bit of pity for him, and her breathing gradually returned to normal.
âSince I saved your life from that brigand who was about to slit your throatââshe lifted her head an inch or two higherââI would think you would want to teach me, to repay me.â
When she deigned to glance down at him, he was glaring up at her from half-closed eyes.
âIf I had not first saved you from said brigand, you would not have needed to save me from him.â
She put her hands on her hips. âWhy canât you just be grateful and stop being arrogant?â
âI am a knight in Duke Wilhelmâs service. I am not accustomed to being bullied by a novice monk and a peasant girl.â
âYou are insufferable!â
âWhy canât you just be grateful,â he shot back, âand . . . be quiet.â
âBe quiet? Oh, yes, Iâm sure thatâs what you think all women should do. You probably think a clout or two to the head once or thrice a day would do them good too.â She tried to calm down, to take slower breaths. Did she sound like an imbecile, arguing with a knight over who should be the most grateful? But when she looked back down at him, he had turned a shade paler.
âNo.â The arrogant look was completely gone from his face. He stared down at the book in his lap, away from her, and spoke softly. âThat is not what I think. I do not think women should be struck. Ever.â
Why had her words created such a reaction? She waited to see what he would say next, to give a clue as to why his demeanor had changed so.
âWonât you bring that stool over here so we can begin?â
Rapunzel stared. He looked earnest, actually meek, so she complied.
Sir Gerek stared down at the book and frowned. âDo you know how to read any words at all?â
âNo,â she admitted. âI donât know any words.â
âThis is a copy of the Holy Writ that I commissionedââ
âWhat? You have a copy of the Holy Writ? How did you get it? Iâve never seen one before.â
Now that she was sitting and they were at the same level, he stared into her eyes.
âAs I was saying,â his voice was quiet, and he spoke slowly, âit is a copy of the Holy Writ that I commissioned from the monks at this same monastery.â He opened the book.
âYou are not going to teach me to read using the Bible, are you?â Rapunzel leaned away from the
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