Arucard (Brethren Origins Book 1) (21 page)

“Follow me to His Majesty’s lodging, and I shall announce thee.”  Briarus took the lead.  “The King commands thy immediate audience.”

The Crown’s men closed about the Brethren, as the ocean overtook a sinking ship, enfolding it in a watery grave, and Arucard struggled with the weight of the unsettling scrutiny.  He glanced at Aristide.  “We art popular, brother.”

“Aye.”  Frowning, Aristide nodded once.  “I noticed.  What would thou have us do?”

“Naught, as we are surrounded.”  Every instinct screamed at Arucard to flee, but he had to apprise the King of the earl’s schemes and Isolde’s innocence, so he stayed the course.  “Keep calm, my friend.”

Dismounting, he surrendered his destrier and peered at Geoffrey, who signaled Morgan, who prompted Aristide.  On watch for the slightest attack, they walked the plush rug that disappeared into the large tent embroidered with the royal crest.  Behind him, a maid secured the outer flaps.  Then two servants tied back a partition, revealing a full compliment of armed soldiers, and Arucard unsheathed his sword.

“Lower thy weapon, Sir Arucard.”  Briarus positioned himself between his comrades the Nautionnier knights.  “And stand down, as no lives will be taken today.”

“Brave words from our sergeant, as thy charge hath much to answer for, in light of recent revelations.”  The soldiers parted, and His Majesty perched on a somewhat small throne.  “And what hath Sir Arucard to say for himself, after we saved him from certain death and bestowed upon him our friendship?  How hast thou shown thy appreciation of our benevolence?  Thou hast conspired with our enemies to steal lands and attacked our loyal citizens without our permission.”

“Majesty, I have purloined naught.”  With his sword leveled at the nearest guard’s neck, Arucard poised for battle.  “I sent my man to meet with thee and deliver proof of the earl of Rochester’s evil plans.  And if the Crown references the assault on my caravan, which occurred as my party neared Chichester, it was a misunderstanding brought about by the counterfeit burgage plots.  But I secured sworn testimony to that purpose, which Sir Demetrius was tasked to convey to thee.  Whither is my friend?”

“He is safe, for now, and we shall conduct thy interrogation.”  The King stood and narrowed his stare.  “We have been aware of questionable dealings in Chichester and Winchester for some time, and we dispatched our agents to gain evidence, yet none proved successful.  The previous earl of Sussex connived with a mysterious partner we had yet to discover, but he took that secret to his grave, much to our disappointment.  Then thou didst promise to investigate and bring to justice the unknown villain, and we had high hopes for thee, given thy professed honor and religious beliefs.  Imagine our surprise when we were informed of thy traitorous behavior.”

“I am no traitor.”  Leashing his fury, Arucard rolled his shoulders and chose his words with care.  “Sovereign, I remain thy faithful servant, and any claims to the contrary art false.  While my life is of little significance, and I will not beg for my continued existence, I would plead for the soul of my gentle wife, Lady Isolde, that thou might have mercy on her.  The earl of Rochester schemes with a man named Juraj de Mravec to misappropriate lands thou hast awarded, in order to undermine thy authority in the area and incite revolution.  Lord Rochester hath solicited her involvement, which is minimal, but she fears him on equitable grounds.  She hath born the wrath of her father and his deeds, and I would ask Sire to spare and shield her, in my absence, if thou dost deem it necessary to send me to the hereafter.”

“A noble request, and thy argument is sound.”  The King rubbed his jaw and studied the ground.  “But I have correspondence that implicates thee in the deception.”

“Then I would ask His Majesty to consider the source, as I am unjustly accused and the unworthy recipient of thy ill-founded suspicions.”  And it appeared the earl had struck the first blow, so how could Arucard sway the Sovereign?  What more could he do?  “In fact, thy sergeant can attest to the validity of my statements.”

“Sir Arucard is correct, Sire.”  Briarus glanced at Arucard and nodded.  “I witnessed, with my own eyes, the abuse inflicted upon Lady Isolde.”  Slowly, Briarus detailed the wounds on Isolde’s back, and Arucard recalled holding her, as he bared her twisted flesh.  Again, he ached for her, and he summoned her sweet and reassuring image.  The next thing he knew, the soldiers stowed their weapons.  “My King, I speak honestly when I say I believe Sir Arucard.  If someone hath misled thee, it was with nefarious purposes in mind.”

Tension hung in the air, as the Crown paced.  Arucard gripped the hilt of his sword and tensed, as he remained alert.  At his back, the Brethren shifted.

“Thou art in luck, as we are in a mood to show compassion.”  At last, His Majesty eased to his throne.  “We will seek additional information before we determine thy fate.  Take the Brethren into custody.”

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It was a cold and dark afternoon, as Isolde assisted Margery and the physic in the herbarium.  A host of illnesses plagued her small community, which the steward declared normal when groups of people were confined to such close quarters, but she permitted no violation of Arucard’s commands.  Per her husband’s orders, no one ventured beyond the walls of Chichester Castle.

Of course, many questioned her continued adherence to Arucard’s demands, given she had received naught of his whereabouts since he departed in November.  But she remained resolute in her responsibilities as chatelaine and kept the bridges drawn.

“We have little horehound, flax, and saffron in store, my lady.  Yet the line of patients only grows.”  The physic examined the clusters of dried plants.  “If the situation remains the same, I will run out of my most critical medicines, unless I am allowed to purchase more provisions, as the early snowfall either damaged or destroyed the new garden in the courtyard before we could harvest what few herbs grew.”

“While I understand thy concerns, and I admire thy dedication to treating our sick and injured, we must abide his lordship’s dictates, until Sir Arucard returns and rescinds the restrictions.”  If only she had some idea when that happy day would occur, and she refused to consider the contrary conclusion.  “In the meantime, we will make do with what we have and tend our people.  Mayhap thou could employ secondary treatments, or devise new remedies.”

“Aye, my lady.”  The physic nodded his assent.  “I will do my best, but I am no miracle worker.”

“My lady, come quickly.”  A soldier wiped his brow.  “The marshalsea requests thy presence in the courtyard.”

“Of course.”  Curious, Isolde wiped her hands on her apron, rushed through the kitchen, ran across the great hall, and pushed ajar the heavy door that led to the open-air square.  To her horror, a slew of soldiers, including a standard-bearer carrying an all too familiar ensign, filled the grand expanse.  “Oh, no.  How can this be?”

“Lady Isolde, I could not stop them.”  Pellier drew her toward the well.  “Young Grimbaud convinced a guard to lower the bridges, that Grimbaud might venture to town and procure a gift for Isotta.  When Grimbaud navigated the first traverse, the earl’s soldiers overtook our lancer.  They threatened to kill Grimbaud if our watch did not open the main gate, so our men relented.”

It was her worst nightmare, as she had yet to respond to her father’s most recent letter.  And her instincts told her that, whatever he was about, he was up to no good.

“Come hither, Pellier.”  She grabbed the marshalsea’s arm and led him to the stables.  Availing herself of the confusion and activity amid the unexpected arrivals, Isolde summoned additional assistance.  To the Master of the Horse, she said, “Hurry.  Thou must saddle our fastest mount, and send thy apprentice to the rear guards to lower the postern bridge, per my directive.”

“My lady, I am at thy service.”  Pellier peered over her shoulder and frowned.  “But if I try to leave the castle, thy father will see me.”

“Not if thou dost exit the rear gate—now.”  As her plan formed and took shape, Isolde attempted to anticipate his needs and clapped twice as Margery, out of breath, stumbled into the stall.  “Return to the kitchen and pack foods that travel well, and make haste.”

“Whither doth Pellier journey?”  Pale, Margery swallowed hard.  “And wherefore hath thy father traveled hither?”

“Anon, I will explain, and I know not my father’s aim.”  Isolde shoved her friend.  “But do not delay, as I suspect my life, and that of Sir Arucard, hangs in the balance.”

“Aye, my lady.”  Margery disappeared as fast as she had appeared.

A shiver of unease danced along her spine, but Isolde shook off the disconcerting sensation and focused her efforts, as now was no time for panic.  She had but a single opportunity to send for help, and if Pellier failed, she might never reunite with her husband again.  When the hand led a stallion into the yard, she wound her arm about Pellier’s.  “Let us stroll, under shield of calamity, to avoid attracting unnecessary attention.”

“My lady, while I shall not challenge thee, I do not like this.”  The marshalsea scowled, as they navigated the throng.  “I am charged with thy safety, and I would not abandon thee to thine enemy.”

“That is thy first mistake, Pellier.”  When they gained the small, unremarkable gatehouse, which blended into the background, to her good fortune, with none the wiser, Isolde uttered a silent prayer of thanks.  “Thou art not abandoning me.  Thou art my lone chance for survival if thou canst locate my husband.”

“I grabbed everything I could find that would not spoil in thy belly.”  Margery conveyed a bundle, which she tied to the saddle.  “Try not to consume it all by dusk, as thou dost eat enough for three.”  Then she sniffed and stared at the ground.  “Take care, Pellier.”

“Woman, thou wilt not be rid of me so easily.”  To Isolde’s surprise, Pellier cupped Margery’s cheek and bestowed upon her a thorough kiss.  “Perchance I might marry thee when I return.”

“Thou should be so blessed.”  The steward smoothed the folds of his cloak and then hugged him.  “If thou dost come back, I will be thy wife.”

“Ah, that alone is reason to fight.”  The ground shook as the drawbridge extended, and he jumped into the saddle, drew rein, and turned the stallion.  To Isolde, he said, “My lady, I will not fail ye.”

“I have faith in ye.”  Isolde clasped hands with Margery.  “Tell Sir Arucard I need him.”

With that, Pellier dipped his chin and charged the traverse.  As soon as he had safely crossed the expanse, Isolde glanced at the guard.  “Raise the bridge.”

“My lady, what shall we do now?” Margery asked, as they returned to the courtyard, which manifested a beehive of activity.

“Ready the guest rooms.”  Her father descended his great black stallion, and Isolde inhaled a calming breath.  “And have the cook prepare pykes in brasey and a mushroom pasty for supper.”

“The earl’s favorite.”  Margery frowned, as he spied them and waved.  “My lady, I will do whatever thou dost require, but I ask ye not to trust his lordship.”

“I know better than that, old friend.  I will see thee at dinner.”  Marching into the breach, Isolde dreaded each consecutive step she took, which brought her closer to her adversary.  With images of Arucard flashing in her mind, she invoked his strength to meet her foe.  “Father, what a lovely surprise.”  The epitome of elegance and refinement, she curtseyed, even as her heart plummeted.  “Welcome to Chichester Castle.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Two days had
passed since the fateful confrontation in the Sovereign’s tent, and Arucard seethed in silence and under guard, as the royal forces marched east.  Despite His Majesty’s promise to keep the Brethren safe from harm, naught was said regarding the length of such hospitality, and Arucard knew too well the dangers of powerful rulers and fickle favor.

“I am so glad I expended considerable worry for thy welfare, as we journeyed hither.”  Aristide snorted and glared at Demetrius.  “As the King’s food and drink poses a dire threat to the size of thy waist.”

“Do not confuse my appetite with indifference, as I am just as concerned as thee.”  Demetrius tossed aside a chicken bone.  “But I see no reason to starve myself, if I am but to die.”

“Thou hast always thought with thy belly.”  Geoffrey kicked over a platter of fruit.  “Dost thou not care for our necks, and what of Lady Isolde?”

“I understand the risks.”  Demetrius shot to his feet and squared off with Geoffrey.  “Dost thou question my honor?”

“What honor?” Aristide inquired.

“Cease thy arguments.”  As their leader, Arucard situated himself in the middle of the fray, as he pondered how long it would take before someone struck a blow.  “We will not do this.  We will not permit anyone to put us at odds, when we art not enemies.”

The misplaced anger did not surprise him, given their close quarters.  Add to that the restlessness of an unknown future, and it was no small wonder his fellow knights had not already clashed.

It was, perchance, for that reason he was infinitely glad of his decision to leave Isolde in Chichester, whither she was safe from harm.  If the worst happened, and he was executed, thither remained the outside chance she would survive the baseless charges.  As long as she lived, all was not lost.

“I am sorry, brother.”  Demetrius extended a hand in camaraderie, which Aristide accepted.  “But the uncertainty of our predicament gnaws at my gut.”

“My apologies.”  With a chuckle, Aristide chucked Demetrius.  “Thou hast always been a nervous eater.”

Arms splayed wide, Geoffrey winked.  “Give us a kiss, pretty one.”

“I am anxious, not crazy.”  Demetrius grimaced.  “And I would sooner have my head separated from my body than kiss thy ugly face.”

“Easy, friend.  Thou mayest yet get thy wish.”  And so Arucard heaved a sigh of relief—until Briarus entered the tent.  “What say ye, sirrah?”

“His Majesty commands thy presence.”  The sergeant bowed.  When Demetrius, Geoffrey, and Aristide loomed behind Arucard, Briarus stated, “My apologies, but only Sir Arucard is summoned.”

“Whither my brother goes, so go I.”  Demetrius stretched to his full height.  “Would thou attack us, one by one?  Art thou a coward?”