Book Review: Midsummer Maid by Lindsay Townsend

Midsummer Maid

By: Lindsay Townsend Published By: MuseitUp Publishing He was a woodsman, a forester, a good man but cursed with the mark of the devil on his face and shunned by many. She was a dairy-maid, caring and brave, who feared no one. Drawn to each other on a long and fateful Midsummer Day, can Haakon and Clare overcome the superstitions of their village and the brutal, lecherous knights to break out of their bonds of class and custom and to strive for a better life – together?

 
Review ~  This reviewer’s rating: 5 – Outstanding

MIDSUMMER MAID is another of Lindsay Townsend’s exciting stories brimming with love and full of historic detail, this time a sweet, medieval Beauty and the Beast tale. In an historical romance world awash with rich, heroic nobility, Ms. Townsend weaves magic from the lives of ordinary people. Ordinary in birth her heroes and heroines might be, but they are anything but ordinary in their actions. Her heroes are always men you would want for your own. I love woodsman Haakon, honorable and brave, standing tall despite the facial birthmark that makes him an outcast among superstitious villagers. Dairy maid Clare is my kind of woman, intelligent (she can see the man behind the mark when no one else can), and who stands up for herself in a world where women had few choices. When the nobles, who are anything but noble, try to hurt Clare, Haakon and Clare join forces. In true romantic tradition, the two of them together are stronger than each alone. Once again, Ms. Townsend gives us everything a romance should be. A great story.

Reviewed by LindaB

Excerpt

“My lady.” To her surprise and secret delight, Haakon strode to her and knelt at her feet. Now he looked up and a quiver of laughter furred his deep voice. “It will be my pleasure.”

Clare bit her lip, aware that at this moment, birthmark or no, every maid in the village envied her. Impulsively, she brushed his broad shoulders with the oxlips she carried. “A lady’s blessing,” she said aloud and knew she had done right when she heard a sigh from the older matrons. She tucked a bloom behind his right ear, realizing that his color was suddenly more than the devil’s mark: he was blushing.

At once she felt her own cheeks begin to burn. Had she been too bold?

“Thank you,” he said softly and lifted her straight off her feet into his arms, sweeping her into the carrying chair an instant later. Clare closed her eyes at the giddy speed, feeling like a tumbling swift but also very safe, and then was sorry again once his warm, strong hands had left her.

He bowed and turned to Father Peter. “I shall walk with you, father.”

“That is as it should be,” the priest began. A loud cry made him break off, and the priest frowned at the vulgar interruption.

Squire Edwin and a group of young men-at-arms rode into the churchyard, whooping and yelling. One, a lusty youth with a thatch of badly-cut hair, lunged at one of the village girls, tearing at her headdress, but Edwin rode at Clare.

“Fetch me the little nut-brown dairy maid!” the young man bawled, spurring his horse closer. “She will do well for our revels!”

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 “The girl you want is weeding in the great field this morning,” Lord John told Gawain. “You will know her by her beauty. Her name is—”

Gawain ignored the rest of his lord’s speech. The girl was a peasant, so why should he bother with her name? Did serfs have names? He gave a stiff bow of farewell to Lord John, nodded curtly to Lady Petronilla, and mounted his palfrey.

Riding to the great field, Gawain spotted the girl at once. She was the youngest, cleanest and the prettiest of those peasants toiling along the rows of peas and beans, a small, slender blonde, nimbly weeding along the flowering rows of his lord’s field strip. Pleasantly surprised to find her so comely, he stood up on his stirrups and hailed her. “You!”

You plunged her hoe into the soil and looked up at him. Her eyes, gray as steel, flicked over him, a long, cool stare. Without speaking or bobbing a courtesy, she spun about on her bare feet and stalked away.

“Hey!” Gawain called, astonished that she dared to turn her back on him. Half of him wanted to ride her down, but that would mean trampling his lord’s crop, so he had to content himself with nudging his horse along the ridge between the field strips to follow her. Gaining on the disrespectful wench with his bay’s every stride, he watched her kiss a wizened field-worker on the cheek and pick up a neat cloth bundle clearly left at the end of the strip. Now I have you.

“Follow me, girl,” he ordered, smirking at the dust his horse raised as he cantered past her. When he looked round after a few paces, he saw her lagging way behind, making no effort to run. “Make haste!”

“I am,” came her instant reply. “Though I am a dairy maid, I do not yet have four legs. If I might ride with you, we would go faster… Sir.” Staring at him full in the face, she added his title deliberately late.

Scarcely believing her insolence, Gawain glanced at the other, crook-backed serfs. Had any been fit, he would have clubbed this wench to the ground and taken another, but, looking properly at her fellow peasants for the first time, Gawain realized they were all old. There were no more maids in this field to take in her place.

Reining in, astonished afresh, he saw by the wench’s half-smile that she knew this, that she had probably even planned it that way. Temper scorched through his body. Catching his darkening mood, his horse snorted and laid back its ears. He tugged the reins again. “Easy.”

“Do you speak to me, your horse, or to yourself, Sir Gawain?”

She spoke with a rough accent, her mouth soiling his name. Incensed that she should know it, he swung down from his horse and stepped closer.

The girl stood her ground. She was a foot smaller than him, dressed in patched but clean green skirts and an earth-colored tunic. Her blonde hair was partly hidden by a short veil, but her face was not hidden at all. She studied him as if they were equals, as if she had a perfect right to look at him.

For an instant, her beauty cooled his anger, as a sparkling frost may coat and still a pool. Cloud-gray now, her eyes were fringed with long, golden lashes and shone with intelligence and life. Her skin was flawless, rich cream and roses. Gawain found his hand rising seemingly by its own will, to touch her perfect cheek. Forget the unicorn. This wench beguiles me, but where is the treasure or renown in that?Quickly, he jerked his arm down and gripped his belt instead.

“Do we begin the quest, Sir Gawain?”

Gawain twitched, irritated afresh that she should speak to him. I should speak first.

“May I make a suggestion?”

“No,” growled Gawain. “I need nothing from you but your obedience.” Tired of talk, he snatched her off her bare feet, cast her over his shoulder, strode back to his mount, and slung the writhing, gasping girl across his horse’s neck. As she opened her mouth yet again to protest, he leapt into the saddle, spurred hard and rode off at a canter, laughing when her head bounced against the bay’s muscled flank and she shut her eyes tight. Keeping her secure with a heavy fist in the middle of her back, he galloped for the woods.

The forest where I shall find and slay the unicorn, where this wench will be my lure, but first she will learn, indeed she will learn.

As he reached the end of the fields, where the trees began, Gawain was smiling.

Book Review: Midsummer Maid by Lindsay Townsend

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Excerpt

“My lady.” To her surprise and secret delight, Haakon strode to her and knelt at her feet. Now he looked up and a quiver of laughter furred his deep voice. “It will be my pleasure.”

Clare bit her lip, aware that at this moment, birthmark or no, every maid in the village envied her. Impulsively, she brushed his broad shoulders with the oxlips she carried. “A lady’s blessing,” she said aloud and knew she had done right when she heard a sigh from the older matrons. She tucked a bloom behind his right ear, realizing that his color was suddenly more than the devil’s mark: he was blushing.

At once she felt her own cheeks begin to burn. Had she been too bold?

“Thank you,” he said softly and lifted her straight off her feet into his arms, sweeping her into the carrying chair an instant later. Clare closed her eyes at the giddy speed, feeling like a tumbling swift but also very safe, and then was sorry again once his warm, strong hands had left her.

He bowed and turned to Father Peter. “I shall walk with you, father.”

“That is as it should be,” the priest began. A loud cry made him break off, and the priest frowned at the vulgar interruption.

Squire Edwin and a group of young men-at-arms rode into the churchyard, whooping and yelling. One, a lusty youth with a thatch of badly-cut hair, lunged at one of the village girls, tearing at her headdress, but Edwin rode at Clare.

“Fetch me the little nut-brown dairy maid!” the young man bawled, spurring his horse closer. “She will do well for our revels!”

Review  Reviewed by LindaB

MIDSUMMER MAID is another of Lindsay Townsend’s exciting stories brimming with love and full of historic detail, this time a sweet, medieval Beauty and the Beast tale. In an historical romance world awash with rich, heroic nobility, Ms. Townsend weaves magic from the lives of ordinary people. Ordinary in birth her heroes and heroines might be, but they are anything but ordinary in their actions. Her heroes are always men you would want for your own. I love woodsman Haakon, honorable and brave, standing tall despite the facial birthmark that makes him an outcast among superstitious villagers. Dairy maid Clare is my kind of woman, intelligent (she can see the man behind the mark when no one else can), and who stands up for herself in a world where women had few choices. When the nobles, who are anything but noble, try to hurt Clare, Haakon and Clare join forces. In true romantic tradition, the two of them together are stronger than each alone. Once again, Ms. Townsend gives us everything a romance should be. A great story.

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