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Coventry were scattered throughout the land, and there could never be enough witches and warlocks in France to please either family.
Once more, Isabeau began trembling, and loweredher gaze. Jean was not fooled. The strong, cruel blood of Cahors ran through her veins. She was a skilled witch, and she had cast spells that could match many of his own in bloodless, single-minded purpose.
Indeed, he knew that she and her family believed they had arranged this match with their own magics, their aim being to tame the hot-blooded Deveraux. The two houses had never agreed on a single course of action to get what they wanted, which was complete control of their region of France, and in due time, the crown bestowed upon them by the Christian bishop at Reims. To win that, the Deveraux were active, direct, and violent. Enemies fell to curses or swords. Obstacles were cut down, burned, poisoned.
In contrast, the Cahors, while certainly no saints, preferred subterfuge and complicated diplomacy to further their own ends. Where a Deveraux would murder an inconvenient cardinal in his bed, the Cahors would entice him to their favor with jewels and maidens, or urge him to sin and then threaten blackmail. They pitted brother against brother, organizing whispering campaigns and planting false witnesses to such extent that no one with any modicum of power could trust another.
Thus the Cahors claimed to be more discreet and peace-loving. They argued that the Deveraux were tooobvious and overt with their use of spells and magics, and the hidden things that only those allied with âun-Christian elementsâ would know. With their âimpatience,â the Deveraux provoked the common folk to grumble about witchcraft, and murmur about bringing down both families by appealing to the Pope.
The Deveraux, for their part, knew that the Cahors angered many of the other noble families and lines of France, to the point that several prominent castled names had refused to have anything to do with either Cahors or Deveraux. It was one thing to anger slaves; it was quite another to sever relations with slave owners.
Thus the Cahors, thinking themselves the cleverer of the two families, had decided to bind their heiress to the heir of Deverauxâthey had no male issue in line for the castleâand Jean and Laurent had scoffed privately at their many spells and rituals designed to engender Jeanâs lust for Isabeau. What they did not realize was that for years the Deveraux coven masters had sacrificed untold virgins and propitiated the Lord of the Greenwood in all his many guises, in order to inspire the Cahors to the match in the first place. Laurent wanted Isabeau Cahors in his castleâwhether as his sonâs wife or his own mistress, it made no difference. For if she lived in his castle, she was his hostage.The Cahors loved their daughter and would let no harm come to her. It must be clear to them that she was more likely to live to an old age if she was the property of a Deveraux man, and the mother of Deveraux sons.
All this ran through Jeanâs mind during the ceremony, but at the instant that Isabeauâs blood mingled with his own, he was enflamed with love for her. Uncanny surges of adoration made him reel; he had always wanted to bed her, of courseâwhat red-blooded man would not, for she was an unparalleled beautyâbut now he could barely stand for love of her.
I not only desire her, but I love her truly
, he thought, reeling.
I love her in the manner in which
weak
men love women! I am unmanned! What have they done to me?
At that moment, Isabeau inhaled sharply, and stared up at him, her eyes wide with wonder.
She feels it, too. Has someone enchanted us both?
He glanced at his father, who was invoking the God to protect their union. His gaze slid from Laurent to his new mother-in-law, Catherine. She returned his scrutiny, and the merest hint of a smile whispered across her lips.
It was she
, he thought
Once more, Isabeau began trembling, and loweredher gaze. Jean was not fooled. The strong, cruel blood of Cahors ran through her veins. She was a skilled witch, and she had cast spells that could match many of his own in bloodless, single-minded purpose.
Indeed, he knew that she and her family believed they had arranged this match with their own magics, their aim being to tame the hot-blooded Deveraux. The two houses had never agreed on a single course of action to get what they wanted, which was complete control of their region of France, and in due time, the crown bestowed upon them by the Christian bishop at Reims. To win that, the Deveraux were active, direct, and violent. Enemies fell to curses or swords. Obstacles were cut down, burned, poisoned.
In contrast, the Cahors, while certainly no saints, preferred subterfuge and complicated diplomacy to further their own ends. Where a Deveraux would murder an inconvenient cardinal in his bed, the Cahors would entice him to their favor with jewels and maidens, or urge him to sin and then threaten blackmail. They pitted brother against brother, organizing whispering campaigns and planting false witnesses to such extent that no one with any modicum of power could trust another.
Thus the Cahors claimed to be more discreet and peace-loving. They argued that the Deveraux were tooobvious and overt with their use of spells and magics, and the hidden things that only those allied with âun-Christian elementsâ would know. With their âimpatience,â the Deveraux provoked the common folk to grumble about witchcraft, and murmur about bringing down both families by appealing to the Pope.
The Deveraux, for their part, knew that the Cahors angered many of the other noble families and lines of France, to the point that several prominent castled names had refused to have anything to do with either Cahors or Deveraux. It was one thing to anger slaves; it was quite another to sever relations with slave owners.
Thus the Cahors, thinking themselves the cleverer of the two families, had decided to bind their heiress to the heir of Deverauxâthey had no male issue in line for the castleâand Jean and Laurent had scoffed privately at their many spells and rituals designed to engender Jeanâs lust for Isabeau. What they did not realize was that for years the Deveraux coven masters had sacrificed untold virgins and propitiated the Lord of the Greenwood in all his many guises, in order to inspire the Cahors to the match in the first place. Laurent wanted Isabeau Cahors in his castleâwhether as his sonâs wife or his own mistress, it made no difference. For if she lived in his castle, she was his hostage.The Cahors loved their daughter and would let no harm come to her. It must be clear to them that she was more likely to live to an old age if she was the property of a Deveraux man, and the mother of Deveraux sons.
All this ran through Jeanâs mind during the ceremony, but at the instant that Isabeauâs blood mingled with his own, he was enflamed with love for her. Uncanny surges of adoration made him reel; he had always wanted to bed her, of courseâwhat red-blooded man would not, for she was an unparalleled beautyâbut now he could barely stand for love of her.
I not only desire her, but I love her truly
, he thought, reeling.
I love her in the manner in which
weak
men love women! I am unmanned! What have they done to me?
At that moment, Isabeau inhaled sharply, and stared up at him, her eyes wide with wonder.
She feels it, too. Has someone enchanted us both?
He glanced at his father, who was invoking the God to protect their union. His gaze slid from Laurent to his new mother-in-law, Catherine. She returned his scrutiny, and the merest hint of a smile whispered across her lips.
It was she
, he thought
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