A Knight in Central Park (23 page)

The silence loomed between all three of them.

Sir Joe sighed. “Probably more than you wanted to know, huh?”

Rebecca gazed at her baby, her expression unreadable.

“I want you to know,” Sir Joe continued despite Rebecca’s silence, “if you ever want to talk...” He pointed to his chest, “I will listen. Just come right out and say whatever it is that’s bugging you and I’ll stop whatever I’m doing, okay?”

Although Rebecca did not look his way again, they both knew she was listening. Sir Joe came to his feet, brushed his big hand over Rebecca’s small head, and then came to stand before Alexandra.

“Don’t think for a moment that I’m getting soft in the head,” he said low enough so Rebecca would not overhear, “or that I suddenly like children. Nothing has changed.”

“No, naught has changed,” she said, a knowing smile playing at her lips.

Sir Joe looked about the room, then cocked his head toward Susan and the boy she was sitting with. “Who’s the kid?”

“That’s Sebastiano Bellini, also a patron of the inn. He’s a charming young man and I do believe Susan is smitten by him.”

Joe guessed the young man’s age to be close to twenty. His hair was a dirty blonde shade, the ends touching his bony shoulders. Peach fuzz covered most of his jaw. “Isn’t Susan a little young to be smitten?”

“Nay, she is six and ten.”

Joe followed Alexandra to the end of the trestle table where Susan and the boy chatted.

“So the next thing I knew,” the boy said, “the farmer was coming after me with his pitchfork, his wife directly behind him with an iron meat hook aimed at my head.”

“And all because of a kiss?” Susan asked.

“Which is why,” Alexandra cut in to their conversation, startling Susan and making her blush, “a young man cannot go around kissing every farmer’s daughter.”

“Ahh, but she wasn’t just any farmer’s daughter, my fair lady,” Sebastiano said. “She was a vision to behold.”

Joe rolled his eyes. “A vision to behold with lips of roses and hair of gold.” Then he winked at Susan who only stared up at him as if he’d embarrassed her beyond reason.

In fact, they all seemed to be looking at him with identical shocked expressions.

“Sir Joe,” Alexandra said sweetly, taking some of the awkwardness out of the moment, “this is Sebastiano Bellini from Italy.”

“Good to meet you,” Sebastiano said, his gaze sweeping immediately to the pendant around Joe’s neck. “Where ever did you acquire such a fine piece?”

“A gift from my father,” Joe replied as he tucked the medallion inside his shirt.

“Did it hurt much,” Susan asked Joe, gesturing toward his jaw.

Joe realized she was talking about his tooth. “Hardly felt a thing,” he told her.

Alexandra took a seat on the bench, gesturing for Joe to do the same. He sat, and then helped himself to a scone and hot cider.

“Have you ever heard of the Black Knight?” Sebastiano asked.

Joe nearly choked on his food.

“Why do you ask?” Alexandra wanted to know.

Sebastiano leaned forward and said, “They say The Black Knight roams these very parts and Sir Joe’s pendant reminded me of that fact.”

“Well if you do have further information on the Black Knight,” Joe said between bites, “please tell.”

Sebastiano’s gaze roamed suspiciously over Joe as he said, “He wears dark clothes and a cape. He has a thin scar behind his right ear, and he speaks with an accent that his acquaintances have yet to identify.”

Joe’s attention was on his scone and cider. When he glanced up to refill his cup, he noticed Alexandra, Susan, and Sebastiano staring at him with wide, watchful eyes.

“What?” he asked innocently, before chuckling when he saw that they were staring at the scar beneath his right ear. He pulled his hair back so they could all take a gander. “A childhood accident. I ran my bike into a neighbor’s mailbox.” He waved a hand through the air. “It’s a long story,” he said when they all shared the same bewildered look. “And for the record, these dark clothes I’m wearing are from this very inn. Clearly, all this talk of the Black Knight and his likeness to me...it’s all coincidence.”

Sebastiano did not look convinced as he eyed the place where Joe had tucked his medallion away. “The Black Knight also wears a pendant about his neck; a pendant with a lion and a bear. Hardly ever have I seen more than one beast on such a medallion. ’Tis a sign of two powerful forces coming to heads. If you are not the Black Knight, then tell me where this father of yours is so I may ask him where he acquired it?”

A dog lay at Joe’s feet, its tail thumping occasionally against the wood planks. Voices and scuffling prompted the dog to come to its feet, alert and growling.

“What’s going on out there?” Joe asked the innkeeper who was close by, filling her tray with dirty dishes.

The woman grunted. “King Henry’s men insist that a patron of mine stole from them during the night. Judging by the commotion I can only assume they found their thief.”

Voices were raised and Joe immediately recognized it as Garrett’s sarcastic tone. Alexandra was already moving toward the door, pulling a knife from beneath her skirt.

Nearly knocking the bench over in his haste to get to her, Joe crossed the room in long strides, crushing her to his chest when he caught up to her.

They were close enough to the door to see a man holding Garrett by the waist as the boy struggled to break free. Alexandra’s chest heaved. “Let me go. They will not take my brother. I will not allow it.”

“And what exactly do you plan to do with that?” he asked, gesturing toward the dagger in her hand.

“I’m going to use it on the bastard’s throat. If those men think they can accuse an innocent boy of theft, then they deserve what they’re going to get.”

“Look at them,” Joe said under his breath. “There are two of them. They’re armed for God’s sake.”

“You think I cannot see that?”

Joe took the knife from her and concealed it within his waistband. “Let me talk to them first.”

“I nearly forgot,” she said, her voice angrier than he’d ever heard it. “You are against violence. Of course, we should talk to these barbarians, mayhap entice them with gifts in hopes they will free my brother of their own good will. Perhaps we can set up trial within this very inn, so that you may stay another eve in hopes of having the young maid scrub your back and wash your toes.”

“Jealous?”

Her face reddened. “Heaven’s no.”

He raised a brow. “I’ve never seen you so angry. Stop worrying, I’ll make sure it is you who has the pleasure of washing my back next time.”

She growled.

Leaving her, Joe stepped outside into the cool morning air and promptly asked the men what the problem might be.

“The boy stole our coins. He will be tried accordingly,” one of the king’s men stated outright.

“I didn’t take anything from these jackanapes!” Garrett bit the man’s hand that held him.

“God’s teeth!” the man cursed. “Throw me some rope,” he ordered his companion.

“What proof do you have that the boy stole anything from you?” Joe asked.

“The boy ran the moment he spotted us,” the man said.

“Before you accuse the boy of stealing, maybe you should have more proof than that.”

The man shot Joe a murderous glare as he held Garrett’s arms tight behind his back, instructing the other man to search the boy’s pockets. His companion came forward, reached into Garrett’s pocket and pulled out a half-dozen coins.

Joe heard Alexandra gasp.

Garrett’s eyes widened upon seeing the coins. “I didn’t do it. I don’t know how they got there.”

Joe rubbed his temple as they tied Garrett’s hands and feet. If Garrett didn’t control his temper, he was going to end up with a rope around his neck. Joe came back inside and said to Alexandra, “I have an idea.” But before he could stop her, she ran past him.

“You can’t take my brother,” she cried. “He’s only a boy.”

“The boy must learn that stealing will not be tolerated, especially from the king’s own purse.”

“He didn’t take anything,” Alexandra ground out. “I did. I stole your precious coins.”

“Alexandra,” Joe said, exasperated beyond belief, “don’t do this. Tell them you didn’t take their money.”

“Nay,” she said, shaking her head. “Never. I stole your money,” she said to both men, holding out her hands for them to bind her.

Garrett was already tied and propped upon one of the horses. He had a gag in his mouth and was doing his damndest to spit the rag from his mouth.

“George,” one of the men called, “Tie her up. Looks like we have a family of thieves on our hands.”

“We have no need to take the woman, ’twill only slow us,” George told the other man.

“They are thieves. We will bring them both.”

Although George was not keen on taking Alexandra along, he did as the other man said.

Alexandra winced as George tied a rope about her wrists. “Let my brother go. ’Tis the two of you who are the thieves...stealing from the innocent and using King Henry’s name to fill your own greedy pockets.”

“Muzzle her, too,” the man told George. “I have no wish to listen to her endless ranting.”

Joe had heard enough. He turned from the door and went to Susan who now hovered over her little sister in hopes of keeping Rebecca from harm’s way. “Susan,” he said, “do you remember the pills in my bag, the medicine you saw in my case?”

She nodded.

“It’s in my room. Could you get them for me as quickly as possible and bring them to the kitchen?”

“Aye,” she said and off she ran with Rebecca close behind.

Joe glanced through the window, estimating how much time he might have before the king’s men headed off. One horse was packed and ready, but the other horse seemed to be having a problem with his shoe and was being led toward the stables.

Sebastiano came to stand beside him. He shook his head. “’Tis too bad. She was a sweet lady.”

“What do you mean she
was
a sweet lady?”

Sebastiano frowned. “The boy might be spared because of his youth, but the woman will be hung for sure.”

Joe felt the blood drain from his face. “I’m not going to let them take her.”

“What choice do you have?”

“Tell me more about the Black Knight. Didn’t you say I could be his mirror-image?”

“Aye. Without a doubt.”

“Others, too, have mistaken me for the Black Knight.”

Sebastiano stroked the beginnings of a goatee. “Ahhh, I see. One look at the Black Knight might well have King Henry’s men running through the woods with their tails between their legs. Although,” he added, pondering the idea, “The Black Knight wears a mask and a—”

I have a cloak,” Joe finished. “But first things first. Since it will be one against two, I have an idea that might even the odds...but I’ll need some help.”

“You can count me in,” Sebastiano said with a nod, “for your lady was right about those men being the true thieves. They are weather-bitten old fools who deserve a taste of their own medicine.”

Joe was glad to have the boy on his side. He smiled when Sebastiano slapped him on the back as if they were true comrades. Sebastiano followed Joe to the kitchen as he explained his plans.

Susan ran up from behind as they reached the smoke-filled kitchens. She was breathless as she slipped the pills into Joe’s palm. He gave her a reassuring nod before he turned to the innkeeper who was busily plucking feathers from a dead chicken. “My lady,” Joe said to the busy woman. “The king’s men were hoping you’d be so kind as to prepare a small meal for their long journey ahead.”

The innkeeper looked more than put off until Joe reached into his satchel, where he hid the pills, and pulled out two commemorative gold coins from Wal-Mart. Shelly had given them to him months ago and he’d forgotten he had them until this morning when the coins had slipped from between the leather casing of his briefcase. “They said to give you these.”

“Strange,” the innkeeper said as she took one of the coins and placed it between her teeth. She bit down and then examined it closer. “What are they worth?”

“Surely a king’s ransom,” Sebastiano said. “I will give you two silver coins for the both of them.”

The woman grabbed the other coin and held them out of Sebastiano’s reach. “I’ll keep them myself, boy. Follow me,” she said to Joe. “I believe there are some day-old scones in the cupboard.”

While the innkeeper filled a cloth with hard scones and stale bread, Joe gestured for Susan and Sebastiano to keep her busy while he placed the pills on the cutting block and crushed them with an iron pan. He then added the fine powder to the wine cups.

He worked quickly, amused by Susan and Sebastiano as the two of them raved to the innkeeper about the wonderful meal and cozy rooms, exaggerating the inn’s warmth and comfortable beds.

“And such a marvelous complexion you have, ’Tis the skin of St. Anne herself,” Sebastiano said when the innkeeper turned toward Joe.

The woman blushed.

Joe gave Susan a nod when he’d finished the task.

“I’ll take the men their wine,” Sebastiano said. “’Tis the least I can do.”

Joe didn’t have time to ask Sebastiano what he meant by that. Through the open window, he saw that the horse had been shod and was being led back to the front of the inn. They didn’t have much time.

“Will it kill them?” Susan asked, glancing at the tray in Sebastiano’s hands.

“No, it’ll only put them to sleep,” Joe said. “Hopefully long enough for me to cut the ropes from your brother and sister.”

Susan sighed. “I hope it works.”

“So do I,” Joe said as he leaned down and scooped Rebecca into his arms. “So do I.”

S
quirming and kicking, Alexandra tried to spit the gag from her mouth. ’Twas useless. Her hands were bound and her gag well placed. She looked about, her loathing for the two men welling into bile within.

And where was Sir Joe? Probably off to have his back scrubbed since ’twas against his nature to use force to garner their release. She could only pray he would see the girls safely back to the village.