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Maiden by Decree
By Maggie Finson
Chapter Two
A Proposition
or "You want me to do WHAT?!!"
"But I can't. More, I have no desire or inclination, or even the proper
anatomy for this," Derek nearly exploded in the faces of the ladies sent
to supervise his makeover into a decently attired and mannered lady
companion to a knight of the realm. "Read my lips. I. AM. NOT. A.
GIRL!!"
"Well!" one of matronly ladies snapped in prim outrage. "You should have
told Sir Garret that little detail when he chose you."
"I did, or he knew, or..." the young man faltered in the face of three
very determined women who weren't at all upset by the fact that of his
claiming that he was a he instead of a she. What had them in an uproar
was that he obviously seemed to be lying to them and in their lofty
opinions, should have either refused the choosing, or made it very clear
to his/her suitor that she wasn't interested.
Of course, none of them for a moment believed that Derek was a young
man, and he cursed his still light voice and delicate looks. In
desperation, he pulled off his tunic and yanked his pants down to reveal
the truth. "SEE?"
That action was rewarded with enough resulting chaos to please even the
most demanding trickster god in existence. First there were three nearly
simultaneous gasps, followed closely by the rustle of skirts moving
rapidly away along with that of the tent flap being hurriedly flipped
aside. Followed up with shrieks in three voices - harmonizing very
nicely, he thought inanely - and the clomping of booted feet running
towards him.
Then things really got interesting.
"What'd ya do with the girl?" A guardsman, evidently the senior of the
pair who had charged inside the tent with spears at ready, glared at
Derek in a mix of admiration and suspicion. "Can't blame ya for wantin'
ta sneak inta have a look, boy, but dammit, that girl was Sir Garret's
personal choice and she gave her consent willingly enough. Just tell us
where she is, we'll go get her, and manage ta lose ya in the confusion
if she's all right."
Warily watching the two still ready spears aimed with negligent ease in
his direction, Derek unsuccessfully sought another exit from the lady's
robing tent he had been thrust into following the embarrassing ride with
Sir Garret. The only practical exit was quite well blocked by the
guardsmen.
"There is, was, and never has been, a girl in this tent since Sir Garret
left me here." Spreading his arms out to show empty hands, the boy
belatedly recalled that his pants were pooled around his feet and
blushed furiously.
"Sir Garret, was it?" The guardsman who had spoken before questioned
with a halfway malicious grin of amusement before turning to his
companion for a rapid discussion.
Derek overheard snatches of the conversation like. "No rapist with that
wee little thing..." "Blushes real pretty, like a girl..." "Pretty skin
and face..."
"All right," The spokesman for the guardsmen returned his attention to a
further humiliated Derek with another grin. "Here's what we're gonna do,
boy, girl, or whatever."
Derek winced at that mixed agreement to his claimed gender, and physical
sex to boot but kept his mouth closed while the fellow went on.
"We're gonna send fer Sir Garret, then go ta tha King an' Queen ta let
their Majesties decide who and what ya might be." Satisfied with that
decision, the man actually winked at the youth. "But lessen, I miss me
guess, maybe ya should get used ta answerin' when folk call ya M'Lady."
"There are days," Derek sighed in surrender, for the moment at least.
"No, make that weeks at a time, when I wonder why I didn't just kill
myself instead of standing for the apprenticeship testing. That would
have been soooo much simpler."
* * * *
Sir Garret entered the tent with a glance for the guards still holding
the boy at spear point before chuckling and waving them off. "I don't
think that's necessary."
"Is it?" He questioned the youth while smiling broadly. "You aren't a
rapist or anything like that are you, Derek? Or haven't sneaked in to
get an illicit look at the goodies have you?"
"If you mean to keep me from bolting, probably," Derek admitted, once
again taken with the knight's manner and pleasantly handsome features in
spite of part of his mind screaming that he shouldn't even think of
things like that. "As for the illicit look at the goodies...Since I seem
to be those goodies in question, I really don't think so. I've seen all
there is to see quite often in the past fifteen years, thank you
kindly."
"Would hope so, lad," The first guardsman nodded then flashed a yellow,
but genuine grin. "Me'n Savar here'll just be waitin' outside for ya and
Sir Garret ta reach agreement."
"Thank you, Hemish," Garret nodded to the first guard, then to the
second and so far silent one as they retreated from the tent.
"I'm not a girl," Derek weakly protested to begin things, "and really
have no reason for wanting to be one, either."
"No, you aren't," Garret agreed with a grin. "But you are apprenticed to
a dressmaker, aren't you? That was you I saw in the back room of
Katrina's shop yesterday wasn't it?"
"Yes, sir, it was," Derek answered in a small voice, embarrassed to have
that brought up even if he had expected it. "But I can explain, sir..."
"Perhaps you should allow me to do some explaining of my own, Derek,"
The knight quietly interrupted as he seated himself on a padded bench
while indicating that the boy should sit down on the stool he was
standing beside. "Could you at least hear me out before bolting? If you
do that, I'll abide by your decision after hearing what I have to tell
you."
"All right, Sir Garret," Derek wondered why he was even willing to
listen to the man, but had to admit that the halfway wistful expression
on the other's face was something that had his curiosity aroused.
Carefully seating himself on the stool across from Garret, he nodded.
"I'm listening, but will make no promises other than that until I hear
what it is you have to say."
"Fair enough," The knight smiled again, and Derek found himself nearly
captivated by the fellow's personality and sheer charisma. "I suppose
you are aware of my... inclinations towards bed partners?"
"Not openly," Derek assured the man. "Just snatches of overheard
conversations between you and your sister, sir. That and something about
the way you looked at me during the apprenticeship standings made me
think that you might be that way."
"I see." Garret grimaced then let out a long sigh before going on. "That
was quite perceptive of you, Derek. And also very kind, you not telling
anyone of those suspicions. My position in the realm is stable but far
from being immune to gossip or other difficulties. Which is what I'm
going to tell you about now. Providing you can take my being around you
at all, given what you know about me now."
"Sir..."
"Call me Garret, Derek, please. We may be more intimate or we may not,
but you at least deserve that privilege from me."
"All right, S - Garret," The boy stumbled over using the knight's given
name, and at the implications of what exactly the other meant by
intimate, but had given his word that he would hear the man out. "Go
ahead."
"Well, I am first in line to take over my father's seat as Duke of
Chalmnessa within a few years. It is a very important Duchy, wealthy,
with fertile fields, good roads, happy populace, and a fine Lord in my
father, Duke Lamont.
"But my ascension to the ducal seat is being contested by my cousin
Roric, who I won't bother to describe to you other than he would make a
poor lord, and would not support the King at all. In fact, Roric's
branch of the family has royal pretensions of their own because of
ancestry on his mother's side of the family. My uncle, Baron Luc, is a
good but weak man who allows his son to run the barony, which is how I
know he would make a poor Duke for my homeland.
"At any rate," Garret continued. "Roric's claims to the ducal seat have
enough weight that if I am not safely married off within the next year
or so, he just might win his suit and gain the Duchy in my stead."
"Would that be Roric of Lindsay?" Derek questioned warily, not wishing
to insult the knight by connecting him in any way with a lord's son well
known among the peasantry for being both cruel and rapacious in
collecting his more unpleasant pleasures from them. Derek had distant
relations in Lindsay who were little better than slaves even though they
were labeled as freemen.
"You know of him, I see," Garret frowned at memories of his own. "Yes,
that is who I'm speaking of here."
"So where do I fit into this, exactly?" Derek asked, fighting off the
bad feeling he was getting about where the entire conversation was
leading.
"I'm only a tradesman's son, and that tradesman died before being able
to teach me even the rudiments of his craft, so now I must settle for
being the apprentice of a dressmaker. I am not fit to get involved in
the dealings of lords, Sir Garret. Or even capable of doing so if caught
up in them."
"That is where we disagree, young one," Garret flashed a brief smile of
encouragement that became almost entreating. "I have watched you since
first seeing you in the apprenticeship standings, seen how you handle
yourself with others, and must tell you that I see more nobility, even
if rough, in you than in many young lords brought up to it because of
their births.
"What I am going to ask of you will not be easy, I won't tell you
otherwise, Derek, but it could mean the difference between a decent
ruler or a vicious, evil one for my home. One who might eventually
maneuver himself onto the throne itself with the Duchy of Chalmnessa as
a stepping stone.
"But enough of that, I had no real intent to browbeat you with that kind
of knowledge," Garret shook his head while uncomfortably rearranging his
belt along with the sword hanging from it. "What I am trying to tell you
is that I find you very attractive, others find you so girlish that most
think you really are one, if a bit on the tomboyish side.
"I am asking you for something that would probably be a terrible
sacrifice, but also assure you that should you agree, the rewards will
be even greater. Whether you remain with me or not.
"I am asking only that you go through with the standard courtship period
with me, I will not touch you in any unproprietary manner during that
time, and once the time for the engagement arrives, you may gracefully
decline without censure or problems from me. I will count you as a
friend, even if you won't go through with the rest. I would even take
you as a squire if that is what you want, with no other strings attached
that my other squires don't put up with. Which do not include being my
bedmates.
"But all I need for now is a love interest who will show the Grand
Council that I am actively seeking a bride."
"Something I am not quite prepared to become, Garret," Derek responded
with more than a little regret for the man's predicament. "But let's say
that I did accept your offer for the time, how long exactly would this
courtship period last?"
"Beginning at the Grand Ball," Garret told him with a rueful little
grin, "Then for a full year following that. You would, of course, remain
apprenticed to Katrina during that time. When not in either my own or my
sister's company. Could you do that? Spend more than a year in skirts,
learning how to be a real lady and with everyone forgetting that you
really are a young man?"
"I don't know," Derek honestly replied, reaching for a cup containing
some sweetened wine the ladies he had been handed over to had offered
him once he was firmly in their clutches. "What about those ladies I
frightened off a while ago. Wouldn't they, haven't they blown the lady
thing already?"
"Not completely," Garret laughed, though it sounded a little strained.
"Mona ran out flapping her hands crying that this one was no lady and
never would be one, the others only parroted her. So your ability with
the more delicate manners of being a lady is in question, but the fact
that everyone still thinks you are a girl isn't."
"Aack!" Derek nearly choked when he spit up the wine he had just taken a
large mouthful of. Not only because Garret seemed quite assured that
everyone thought he was really a female, but also because the wine was
very strong and so thick with the honey that sweetened it his throat
felt clogged by the stuff.
Garret moved to pound him on the back, but was waved away as Derek
regained his breath while looking at the man with watering eyes. "Wuh -
what is this concoction?"
"It's called The Lady's Ease" Garret grinned at the expression on the
boy's face. "Pretty nasty isn't it? Ladies in confinement for one reason
or another, or wed to a lord they find otherwise unpalatable, use it to
make their conjugal duties a bit less onerous."
"I can believe that," Derek sputtered for another moment before giving
in to the absolute absurdity of the moment and starting to laugh
uproariously.
"Trust me on this one, Garret. I will be most careful not to be needing
any of this awful stuff in the future."
"Then you won't do it?"
"I didn't say that," Derek felt a twinge at the almost desperate look of
defeat on the other's face before rationalizing as much to himself as to
the knight who had made such an outrageous request of him. "First, as
you say, I am apprenticed to a dressmaker - something that is usually
reserved to girls.
"Secondly, as you yourself have pointed out and I have found much to my
own humiliation, most people who see me take me for a girl almost
immediately.
"Third," growing serious again, he stared at the tent wall with a
grimace of his own. "I have already apparently accepted your choosing of
me as a companion for the Grand Ball, and even if I refused now, I would
still be stuck either as a ridiculed male working to learn the
dressmaker's trade, or need to live as a girl until I was able to move
far away from here.
"Since I prefer to remain in this kingdom - everyone I know is here - it
would have to be one of the first two choices. So, I shall accept your
kind offer, Sir, with the warning that your new lady may not be as
tractable or delicate as you might like."
"Good," Garret arose from his own seat and moved to face the young man
who was going to become his affianced lady. "I give you my heartfelt
thanks for this."
"Don't bother," Derek grumbled half sourly. "It wasn't really fair
putting the welfare of the whole kingdom up against my holding to a male
role that most people around me thought of as sadly lacking in the first
place. But I won't hold that against you. Much."
"Well," Garret grinned a bit sheepishly, "You have the put upon pout
down fairly well already. I am sorry you feel that way, and won't hold
you to the agreement you just made if it is a real problem for you."
"I said I would do it," Derek grumbled again. "And I will. I just hope
no one finds out that I'm not really a girl, or that I don't trip over
the skirts I'll be wearing and break something I consider important.
Like my fool neck."
"Your natural grace would likely prevent such a horrid occurrence,"
Garret offered a bit lamely.
"I'm glad you think so, Garret," Derek sighed while reaching again for
the cup of Lady's Ease and slowly raising it to his lips. "But I think
I'll be needing this after all. For a while, anyway."
Watching the young man drain the cup with something like desperation to
match his own and in no little amazement at the feat, Garret shook his
head and offered the pitcher containing more of the sickly sweet, but
potent brew. "We need to give you a decent girl's name, you know. Lady
Derek just doesn't ring off the tongue or in the ear all that well."
"So long as you don't want to call me Dorothy, Dotty, or Dot," Derek
mumbled around the rim of his refilled cup. "Got any ideas?"
"How about something like Daphne?"
"Uh uh," Derek shook his head. "Too soft, and I am not going to be any
shrinking violet, sir."
"Donna?"
"No, I have a cousin named Donna. A real bitch that one is. I'd think of
her every time someone called me that and get a reputation for being a
very unpleasant person."
"Dana?"
"Forget it."
"Right, too much like Donna," Garret scratched his head then helped
himself to some of the pitcher's contents too. "How about Denise?"
"Not quite right," Derek shrugged, "Don't take all that stuff. I'm the
one changing gender here. Not you."
"There's another pitcher of it right behind you," Garret gestured and
waited until he was sure his soon to be lady had seen the object and its
contents before trying again. "Dahlia?"
"Nope, no flower names either."
"Are you going to be this difficult to handle when you're in skirts?"
Garret questioned almost plaintively.
"Most likely," The youth nodded before taking another, more decorous sip
of the potent sweetened brew. "You wouldn't want one of those fading
violet types anyway, not your type."
"How would you know what my 'type' is?"
"You picked me, didn't you?" Derek grumped then grinned wickedly. "I
never have been the shy, retiring type."
"This is going to take a lot of work," The knight sighed, then
brightened again. "I've got it. How about Deirdre? Or Delores?"
"Delores," Derek agreed. "I'd never get Deirdre spelled right."
"You already read and write," Garret nodded. "That's good. Was it a
church or guild school?"
"Church," The newly christened Lady let out a very unladylike belch,
then covered his mouth with a dainty hand. "Oops, excuse me. Yes it was
church sponsored. The priests thought I had potential to be one of them
once my father died. Until I refused to get up for prayers one morning
that just felt too early and cold to put up with. After that, I learned
on my own, with a bit of help from anyone who could or would."
"That's no surprise," Garret nodded with the beginnings of a wicked
little smile. "The priest's response or the gumption to keep learning
you have shown after leaving their tender clutches.
"There's someone waiting outside to help you get ready for your first
introduction to their majesties, Deirdre," Garret rose from the bench
and moved towards the closed tent flap. "I'll send her in now and wait
outside until you're presentable."
"I thought we were going to use Delores?" Derek sighed while trying to
work the muzziness all that Lady's Ease had filled his mind with enough
to give at least a semblance of coherent argument over the knight's
unilateral decision over what his name would be.
"I know a supposed lady named Delores," Garret shuddered. "Who raises
the same responses from me that your Donna does to you. Would calling
yourself Deirdre be so bad?"
"Oh, I guess I could learn to spell it," Deirdre winced at hearing his
new name and grumbled a bit over it, but made no overt motions towards
attempted escape. "All right, My Lord, send whoever it is you have
waiting out there in here and let's get this farce going."
Without much in the way of surprise, he soon saw Katrina's still trim
figure enter the tent carrying a suspiciously familiar looking bundle of
violet cloth.
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