Lady Nottingham's Secret: Book Two

by Lady to the Sheriff

This is the continuation of Lady Nottingham's Secret. It turned into a bit of a novel but it's almost done. Chapter 1 here is actually 56. There's new twists & excitement coming. Will the Sheriff and his lovely lady survive the ultimate test?

50. Chapter 105

Safforus led the team to Lady Gunilda's door and softly knocked on it, in an effort to avoid disturbing the fugitive. He didn't want to give the man time to get away, and he knew the lady would hear it.

Within moments, the door opened. Lady Gunilda breathed a sigh of relief to see the Sheriff and his team had arrived expediently.

"That was fast. Thank Goddess!" Gunilda whispered. She motioned for them to enter inside as she held the door for them.

The men swiftly passed through the doorway, while Gunilda pulled her navy cashmere shawl close about her. It covered a soft wool gown in a deep green colour.

"Are you alright, Gilda?" Nottingham asked, quietly.

"Yes. I'm fine." she nodded while closing the door. "I have him subdued. He's resting on the sofa in my sitting room. Just follow your no — "

Slayer and Luke began to cough.

"You weren't jesting about the foul odour, Milady. Damn!" Safforus exclaimed softly, a grimace upon his face.

"Let's get the diseased bloke out of here, right. Come, Luke. You need some rope to bind his wrists with?" Slayer asked.

"I have some with me, Slayer." Luke nodded.

"Gilda, you stay here by the door. Safforus will remain with you in case the bloke behaves unpredictably when we wake him." the Sheriff instructed.

"No argument from me, Milord!" Gunilda scoffed.

"Indeed." Safforus agreed. "Hope the bloke doesn't have anything… catchy." he frowned.

"Indeed. The scent of him is making me wonder if he has a case of the flux in addition to the festering wound? Smells like a full privy pot, and death, too. I can't tell which, and… I'm not being funny about it." Luke sneered in disdain.

Slayer motioned for Luke to follow him into the sitting room. Both Luke and the Sheriff followed his lead.

The Sheriff stood at the entranceway to the sitting room to observe his men. He noticed the unfortunate looking pudgy bloke reclined upon Gilda's soft navy velvet covered sofa. He was semi positioned on his left side, and appeared to be sleeping.

Slayer approached and stood right at the sofa, looking down upon the fugitive.

"Hamon Hatchet!" Slayer said, firmly.

Hamon began to groan and slowly shake his head, his eyes still closed.

Slayer leaned down, then hesitated a moment. The Sheriff and Luke looked at him, curiously. Slayer exhaled sharply, then grabbed the inside hem of his surcoat. Next, he used the outside of the bottom of the surcoat to briefly touch the man's shoulder and shake him.

"Wake up! City Watch here!" Slayer called out.

Hamon jolted awake. He opened his eyes, looked up and frowned.

"Who the… hell are you?" Hamon asked. He paused a moment, then frowned. "Wait… aren't you the… security man at the… tavern? The hell do… you want?" he demanded.

"To make an arrest. By order of the — " Slayer moved a few steps to the side so that the Sheriff and Luke came into view. He extended his arm toward them and smirked at Hamon.

"By my order." the Sheriff said, evenly.

"What in the… devil is going on? You're just making up… the rules as you go, aren't you? Now, you'be got a… tavern door man… acting on… your behalf!" Hamon chuckled. Then, he grimaced. "Gah! Your bitch of… a wife did this!" he groaned. "The best part is… this arrest of… yours isn't even… legitimate. You're getting… random blokes to… act like a Black Knight! Laughable! Does the King know… you've got… a tavern door guy… posing as a Knight?"

"He is fully — " the Sheriff began to sharply admonish, but was cut off.

"It's a new initiative, fully backed by the King. We have the authority to detain, arrest, and march criminals like you to the gaol in the bowels of Nottingham Castle, Saffy and me, right? He's just outside this room. Now, get up. You're coming with us." Slayer said, firmly.

"You lie!" Hamon exclaimed.

"That's fine. We'll handle you the hard way." Slayer sighed. He looked to Luke. "Come. I'll lift him up, and you start binding him."

Luke nodded and marched swiftly to the sofa.

"Hope he didn't soil his breeches, because it surely smells like it." Luke frowned.

"This is bloody… outrageous! Let go of me… you bleeding brute!" Hamon exclaimed as he tried to wrestle from Slayer's grasp.

Luke swiftly responded and assisted Slayer. After they had the man lifted from the sofa with Slayer holding him up, Luke took the man's hands, bringing them behind his back, and bound his wrists together with a length of rope he extracted from the pocket of his surcoat.

"Why did you use the hem of your surcoat when you already have your gauntlets on?" Luke whispered to Slayer.

"Wasn't taking any chances, mate, right? The bloke smells like something damn deadly. Didn't want to risk accidentally touching any of my exposed skin, right, with that gauntlet." Slayer said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Hmm. Understood." Luke nodded.

"I'm not a leper!" Hamon spat.

"Ha! We shall see about that!" Nottingham said, sharply.

Hamon looked at him, curiously.

"Stay with him a moment, Luke. I need a word with Milord." Slayer instructed.

Luke nodded in agreement. He used a firm grip on the prisoner as he was still squirming, while Slayer swiftly approached the Sheriff.

"What is it, Slayer? Why haven't we moved the stumpy bastard yet?" the Sheriff asked, impatiently.

"Milord, it's going to be tricky to move him, right?"

"He will be walking. A length of rope will be attached to the bindings on his wrists, and one of you men will control the other end of it. It's part of his punish — "

"Milord, look at him. He's not fit for that. He will only slow you down. Besides the current state of him, there's the matter of deep snow, right? Trudging through that is going to slow him even further." Slayer said, softly.

"What do you suggest?" Nottingham huffed.

"That we ask Lady Hayward to borrow a wagon — if she has one. If so, I'll hitch my horse to it, and I'll bring it right back after we have that funny looking, smelly bloke contained in your dungeon. From there, I can just mount my horse and be off." Slayer said.

"You've put considerable thought into it. I'll concede to it because of the excellent point you raised of him slowing us down." a beat. "Very well. Ask her, then. I'll stay here in case that rank fuck decides to give Luke a problem." he said.

Slayer nodded, then left the sitting room.

A few moments later, Gunilda approached the Sheriff. As Safforus was having a word with Slayer near the door, Gunilda decided to take a moment to speak to the Sheriff. She moved in closer to him, as he was observing Luke manage the prisoner.

"How is your wounded Officer faring?" Gunilda whispered.

The Sheriff turned to face her.

"He's improving, finally." he said, softly.

"Good. I'm glad the summons for healing and protection helped." Gunilda smiled.

"There are a number of contributing factors that led to this. I'm still deciding whether your prayers — or whatever that was — had anything to do with it. It's the healer team I'm giving credit to, frankly; but… cheers, Gilda. If this sticks, and he continues to improve to the point he can resume his duties, I'll be glad for everyone who helped. Even you." a beat. "Even though… I don't understand it for the life of me." Nottingham said, softly. He sighed.

"Don't know if you're meant to understand it? Sometimes, I don't even understand parts of this… extra perception — "

"And, curious magical powers, Gilda. Lest we forget." he pointed out softly with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Indeed." Gunilda nodded.

"Very good. We're all set!" Slayer remarked as he walked past them, entering into the sitting room. "Saffy is bringing a wagon out front, Luke. He's going to hitch my horse to it, and then we're going to put the prisoner in there to transport him to the castle. Stand by."

"Sounds good, Slayer." Luke nodded.

"Good. The sooner you get him out, the better, Slayer. I've got a whole night of cleaning, scouring, and deodorizing to look forward to. I'm going to hold off on stoking the fire in this room until I do so. Otherwise, the whole place is liable to blow up." Gunilda sighed.

"Good point, right?" Slayer scoffed.

"Indeed." Luke smirked.

The Sheriff couldn't help but chuckle.

"It's not funny, George." Gunilda admonished, quietly.

"I know, but, it was amusing, nonetheless." he smirked.

"He's shivering quite a bit. Perhaps I should send a blanket with him?" she said, softly.

"Really?" the Sheriff scoffed.

"Look at him, George!" Gunilda whispered, nodding toward the prisoner.

"Fine!" the Sheriff huffed. "We'll use one of your horse blankets. Luke carries one on his horse, but I'd rather not contaminate his. We'll use one of your horse blankets, and I'll replace it with a new one. We'll burn the one we send with him."

"You don't need to do — "

"I will, Gilda. You've been very helpful. I don't want that horse blanket coming in contact with anything after it has touched him — not a person, or any creature." he whispered, firmly. His eyebrow shot north in a knowing gaze.

"Very well. Thank you." she smiled.

"Slayer. Luke. You two remain here. I'm headed to the stables to tell Safforus to get a blanket out of there and bring it in the wagon to the front of Lady Gunilda's manor." he instructed.

Both of the men nodded in agreement.

"Huh! How thoughtful of you!" Hamon remarked, sarcastically.

"If you don't shut it right now, one of my men can easily gag you for the journey!" the Sheriff exclaimed in a huff.

Hamon shook his head and looked downcast.

A quarter of an hour later the wagon was brought to the front of the cottage by Safforus. Slayer and Luke assisted the prisoner to the wagon, while the Sheriff gestured for Safforus to come to him.

"Yes, Milord?" Safforus asked.

"Your presence is required on the morrow about half an hour or so after midday. We're having a City Watch meeting in the Council Quarters following an interview with three candidates who Slayer is bringing to meet with us. Myself, my Lieutenant, the two Advisors, and all on City Watch will be there." the Sheriff said.

"Very well." Safforus nodded. He looked to Gunilda who stood beside the Sheriff just outside her front door. "Will that be agreeable with you, Milady?"

"Of course, Saff. Tonight, you helped to keep this home safe, not to mention the smelly fellow's specific targets." Gunilda smiled.

"Indeed." the Sheriff nodded.

"Good. I'll return directly after that, unless Milord has other directives for us." Safforus said.

"Also, you'll be needed tomorrow night. Come to the Council Quarters just after sundown. There's a group of us headed to that church again. There's a Brotherhood meeting scheduled there."

Safforus looked to Lady Gunilda for her approval.

"It's fine, Safforus. I will be fine here." Gunilda nodded.

"Very well." Safforus said, then looked to the Sheriff. "I will be there, Milord."

"Perfect. I'll be asking Slayer to join us for that, too." he said.

"We're ready, Milord!" Slayer called out. Then, he looked to Safforus. "Alright, Saffy. I'll return this wagon here directly after Luke and me get the prisoner settled into his new space, right." he smirked.

"Perfect. Cheers, Slayer." Safforus grinned.

"Thanks to both of you. We'll be on our way. I shall see you on the morrow, Safforus. Gilda, we'll be in touch." the Sheriff said.

Lady Gunilda and Safforus nodded, then watched the men direct their horses toward the main path.

It was around thirty minutes later when the men arrived to the portcullis. Gerad and Alex stood guard there, and were surprised to see Slayer steering a wagon.

"Good even, men. Milord." Gerad nodded.

"What's in the wagon?" Alex asked.

"A little good news, men. We have the stumpy fugitive in back of the — " the Sheriff began, but was cut off.

"Hey! I heard that!" Hamon called from the wagon.

"If I have to hear another word out of you, I swear I'll introduce you to my tongue snippers! Shut it!" the Sheriff shouted at him.

Hamon sighed and pulled the scratchy wool blanket he was wrapped in up to his chin.

"Great! I guess the Sherwood search is cancelled out tomorrow, then." Alex remarked.

"It is, but you and the rest of that team will be heading to the Inn in the morning, Alex. You'll be conducting a search of room four there, instead of the cursed cave at the Curve in the damn forest." the Sheriff said.

"I see. Very well, Milord." Alex nodded.

Gerad pulled on the winch lever to raise the portcullis.

"Did Faramond show?" he asked the two men.

"No, Milord. Not yet." Alex replied with a shrug.

"Curses! I thought he was expected back tonight?"

"So did we. Emory went to the stables after we relieved he and Beric. Then, he came back here and told us that Gervase informed him that Faramond bloke isn't expected to work until the morning, Milord." Gerad explained. His shoulder length raven locks lashed in the wind beneath his helm.

"I see." he sighed. "How long have you two been standing guard here?"

"About a half hour, Milord. Maybe a little bit longer." Alex said.

"When, precisely, in the morning is Faramond supposed to report for duty? Did Emory find out?" he pressed them.

"Gervase said he is expected just after dawn. That's what he reported to Emory, Milord." Gerad explained.

"Fine. We'll nab the bloke then. Continue, men. I'll speak to the Captain to find out when the night duty guards are expected to relieve you. Hopefully, he found two suitable ones."

"Yes, Milord." Gerad nodded.

"Of course." Alex agreed.

Slayer steered the wagon past the portcullis with Luke and the Sheriff following closely behind on their horses.

Soon, they entered into the castle. Slayer and Luke had a firm hold on the prisoner and proceeded directly to the stairway that led down to the sub level. The Sheriff could see Guy speaking to the Scribe right outside the Council Quarters. He swiftly continued toward them.

They soon turned their heads in his direction when they recognized the pattern of his boots making contact with the shiny marble floors.

"Success, Milord?" Guy asked.

"Indeed, Gis. We got him." Nottingham smirked.

The Scribe nodded to them both, then took his leave of them.

"Which one, Cousin? Fugitive One, or Fugitive Two?"

"The stumpy one who has a proclivity for fire starting, Gis." Nottingham sneered.

"Good. That's one down." Guy nodded.

"I'm warning you, Gis. Since I assigned you to cover Joseph on the morrow, you might need to… borrow a wimple from Meridwyn again." Nottingham said while his eyebrow shot north, knowingly.

"Really? Why?"

"The man smells like pure rot, Gis. It's not pleasant. You're definitely going to need to cover your nose and mouth. In light of that, I'll speak to Nic about getting Joseph through training first, before the others."

"I appreciate that, Cousin. Cheers. Even though I'm feeling the urge to gag already." Guy sighed.

The Sheriff nodded for Guy to follow him into the meeting chamber. After the door was closed, the Sheriff spoke.

"Slayer spoke to that third friend of his. He's bringing all three men to meet with us on the morrow."

"Finally, some good news, Cousin! Jasper, Rykorus, and… Rick, right?"

"Yes. Let us hope they inspire us during their interview. We need to get those numbers up."

"Agreed." Guy nodded.

"In addition, there's something else that will help us." the Sheriff hinted.

"What is that, Cousin?"

"We must get to your manor and dismantle that obstacle course. We need to reassemble it in our training area. We'll get that team out there we discussed."

"But, we won't have Nigel, depending on when you want to do this?"

"We need to do it soon. Indeed, we won't have Nigel to assist. So, we're going to get him to give us the details and instructions on how best to execute the task." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"You don't want to wait until he can join us, I take it?"

"We cannot afford the time to wait, Gis. Anything to give our men that extra edge, we need now."

"Except… he's the only one who is well versed in using that thing, Cousin. We can tear it down and reassemble it here, but no one will know what to do with it once it's ready." Guy pointed out.

"By then, I'm hopeful Nigel can at least join us there and instruct the men how to proceed. Nichol will make certain he doesn't actually perform a demonstration. Nigel will only instruct the men." he said.

"Very well. Sounds fair. Just name the time, and I'll be ready."

"We'll aim for Saturday and Sunday. We will probably need a day or two more than that, however. I won't mention this to the others yet. I will see how Nigel is faring on the morrow first."

"Of course, Cousin."

"Anything of significance occur while I was out?" the Sheriff asked.

"No. Though, I was surprised that horse trainer/groomer bloke didn't show up."

"Emory checked with Gervase. He's due to report for duty just after dawn. We'll get him then."

"Maybe we should ask Finn for the bloke's address? He mentioned being at his home last night." Guy suggested.

"Normally, I'd agree. But, that bloke won't be going anywhere. Firstly, he's unaware we're onto him. Secondly, he won't be going anywhere tonight in that cursed arctic weather." the Sheriff sighed.

"I see."

"You best keep your fires stoked tonight, Gis. You need to keep your lady warm. Especially now — in the state she is in." he said as his eyebrow raised, knowingly.

"Of course."

"It's freezing out there. I'm going to have to insist my son remain with my lady and I in our bed. I don't want him chilled, alone in his cradle."

Guy looked at him and scoffed.

"What?" the Sheriff sighed.

"You're really settled into this fatherhood role, aren't you?"

"It's purely natural, Gis. It's what any decent parent would do. You will, too. I'm certain. Especially, if the child really is a girl. You're already worrying years in advance of her possibly injuring herself while running." he pointed out.

"Yes. I suppose you're right. I'm already protective of her." Guy agreed.

At this juncture, there was a knock on the door. The door opened and the sentry announced that Luke and Slayer needed a word. The Sheriff nodded for him to show them in.

The two men strolled into the room, as the sentry closed the door behind them.

"He's been taken care of, Milord. Don't think Joseph and Aldred were at all pleased, Milord, right?" Slayer scoffed.

"Nor anyone else down there. As soon as they took him from us and led him away, some of the prisoners reacted almost immediately." Luke frowned.

"We heard the phrase, "Who died?" more than once. Didn't we, Luke?" Slayer chuckled.

"We sure did. Not to mention a few other exclamations of protest." Luke added.

"God's nightgown! Is he really that bad?" Guy asked all of them.

"He's smelling… pretty high, Sir Gisborne. He's rank as hell, right?" Slayer grimaced.

"So bad that when Slayer was preparing to shake the rank fuck awake, he grabbed the inside of his surcoat and used the bottom hem of it to shake the bloke with." Nottingham said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Oh, hell, no!" Guy huffed.

"Poor Lady Gunilda is probably elbow deep in buckets of soapy water right about now." Luke remarked.

"Indeed." the Sheriff sighed.

"Wait. What does Lady Gunilda have to do with it? Thought he was at the Inn?" Guy asked his cousin.

"He was, but he escaped out of there. He managed to make his way to the first home he came across — hers. She subdued him for us." the Sheriff explained.

"Belladonna, no doubt." Guy smirked.

"Worked like a charm! I just hope his presence down there doesn't cause a ruckus in the dungeon. Some of those prisoners were quite angered, right, by the smell of him." Slayer added.

"Curses!" Guy muttered.

"If there's nothing more for me, I shall be on my way, Milord." Slayer said.

"Just one more thing to mention." the Sheriff said.

"Oh, regarding the meeting with the three men I'm bringing you on the morrow?"

"No. I also need you tomorrow night. Do you think Charlie can spare you for a few hours after sundown?" the Sheriff asked.

"I'm sure it will be fine. Blaise will be there, and so will Rick."

"Good."

"What's my assignment, Milord?" Slayer asked.

"Luke and Castor got some information for us today. The Jesus blokes are meeting at that Church of the Holy Bollocks tomorrow night. Two of the blokes invited Luke and Castor." the Sheriff said, his eyebrow raised, knowingly.

"Ah! I see. So, we're headed to church, right?" Slayer asked.

"Indeed. A contingent of us will be accompanying them, including you and Safforus. As long as Charlie can manage without you for a time."

"I'm sure it will be fine. I'll clear that with Charlie tonight. I'll be reporting for duty there once I return the wagon to Safforus at the Hayward home." Slayer nodded.

"Good. Well done, Slayer. Except for the bloke making an escape from the back property of the Inn, your conduct was perfect."

"Cheers, Milord. I'm glad to have helped. I'm sorry about that part of it, though."

"It's fine, Slayer." he nodded.

"Very well. I shall see you both at midday on the morrow." Slayer said to the Sheriff and his Lieutenant. Then, he looked to Luke. "Cheers for your assistance, Luke. Guess I'll see you tomorrow evening when we head to church, right."

"Indeed." Luke smiled.

"Report to us here in this meeting chamber come sundown tomorrow, Slayer. Don't think I mentioned that." the Sheriff instructed.

"Of course, Milord. Noted." Slayer nodded, then took his leave.

"Is there anything else for me, Milord?" Luke asked.

"No. That's fine, lad. You're free until training begins tomorrow afternoon." he said.

"Very well. Slayer performed well, Milord." Luke added.

"Yes, he did." the Sheriff agreed.

A short time later the Sheriff met with the Captain in the corridor of the main floor.

"Good even, my Lord. Sir Guy said that you were headed to the Inn to make an arrest. Was it Thorne?" Duke Farnsworth asked.

"No. It was the stumpy bloke." the Sheriff said.

"Good news, indeed!"

"Yes. He's secure in the dungeon. Therefore, there's no need for you and your team to head to the cursed Curve in the forest tomorrow. Instead, I've other plans for you and your team." he hinted.

"What is that, Milord?" the Captain asked.

"A search of room four at Nottingham Inn. That's the room the bloke was occupying briefly. We will meet in the morning as we had planned. I'll give you the room key then."

"Very well." the Captain nodded.

"Now, what's going on with the portcullis arrangement? Gerad and Alex are still there. Where are the two you were supposed to organize to take over for them?"

"They are headed there now, Milord." the Captain nodded.

"Good. It's about damn time. Both Gerad and Alex are needed in the morning."

"It will be fine, Milord. They will be relieved of duty very soon." Duke Farnsworth assured him.

"Good. You and your team. Council Quarters. Morning. I'll see you then." the Sheriff nodded, then he took leave of him and headed to the staircase.

In Nigel's chambers, Lady Aeleanna and Leofwin switched places so that Leofwin could check in on his son, since Nigel asked to speak with him. Aeleanna took a seat on a chair by the fire in the den, as Leofwin closed the doors of the bedchamber behind him, then approached the bedside.

"I'm fine… Father." Nigel said.

"Hmm. We shall see." Leofwin nodded. He placed his palm on Nigel's forehead. "Good. That's reassuring. Your fever is finally breaking. It hasn't worsened. Keep those fluids up, Son. Lots of water along with the leeches will flush that out of you."

"Of course. Noted." Nigel said, nodding to the pitcher of water and the goblet placed upon the table at his bedside.

Nigel slowly repositioned himself so that he was sitting against the pillows. He closed his eyes and grimaced for a few moments. Then, he breathed in a sigh and opened his eyes again.

"It's been awhile, Nigel. You can take the opium again." Leofwin suggested.

"No. It's fine. I may take… a drop before I… fall asleep later."

"Very well." Leofwin nodded.

"I'd like to start… moving around on… the morrow, Father. It's best if I keep… my body finely tuned… in a manner of speaking." Nigel said.

"You sure you're able for that, Son?"

"We shall see. I made it to the… bath chamber the last… couple of times with… minimal assistance. I just… repositioned myself without… exclaiming in expletives, so, there's that." Nigel said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Indeed. You really must work on that, Nigel. You're an educated man." Leofwin sighed.

"Yes. I'm aware, Father." Nigel said softly, then looked downcast.

"We will proceed cautiously with your activity. I don't want you overdoing it. There's something else I wanted to mention. You know, Aela has been a constant presence since she was brought here by Milord Sheriff and Rich — "

"I'm fully aware… Father."

"That girl is a treasure, Son. Be kinder to her." Leofwin advised.

"I know, Father." a beat. "There's something… I wanted to… talk to you… about." Nigel hinted.

Leofwin took a seat in the chair at the bedside.

"What is it, Son? Are you sure you're feeling… alright? If something is going on, you must tell me, or you can tell Tom, if you prefer. We've made it this far, my boy. I will not lose you now. I cannot! You understand?"

"Of course, Father. Do not worry. It's… nothing like that."

"Then, what is it, Nigel?" Leofwin asked, narrowing his green eyes, curiously.

"There's… something I need… from home. Well, I guess it's… not really home since… it's not the… one I lived in." Nigel began.

"What is it, Nigel? Just about everything you own are in these rooms of yours, except for some furniture I'm keeping for you. And, except for your horse, and weapons." Leofwin reminded him.

"I know. It's… just something… small. But, I'm… asking you now if… I may have it… Father." Nigel hinted.

"I suppose that depends what it is, Son?" Leofwin remarked with a shrug.

"I think… you'll be pleased… in this case, Father." Nigel smiled.

"Well, so far I'm pleased that you're moving with much less pain than earlier, and that your fever is reducing. Not to mention that you haven't once used the same language as a lowborn sail — "

"Father, I'd like to… have that object… soon. Perhaps… the morrow?"

"As I said, that would depend what this unknown object is, Son." Leofwin repeated.

"I think you'll… like this one… Father." Nigel began with a nod.

Guy had just entered into the bedchamber to see to his wife.

"I like that, my lady." Guy grinned as he nodded to her new dressing gown. "The purple compliments you well. Except, I think it's making you look paler than… normal." he frowned. He walked toward the bed.

"I'm fine, Guy." Meridwyn smiled. She set her knitting upon her lap.

"That blanket you're crafting is growing fast." he noted as he nodded to her lap.

"Yes. I'm getting much accomplished, but I'm tiring of it, too, Guy. Literally. My arms ache sometimes now." Meridwyn sighed.

"You never said a word." he said, shaking his head. He seated himself upon the bed beside her, facing her directly.

"You have had enough to deal with, Guy. It's not exactly something that will precipitate those cursed labours again. They're arms." a beat. "I didn't see a reason to complain of such a thing."

"Oh, Meridwyn. I could have helped in some way. You never need to suffer, my love." Guy said, placing a firm hand upon her shoulder.

"Very well. If you insist. Perhaps you could send for steaming hot water? Thomas says it's fine for me take a bath. He agreed with the midwife that as long as nothing is… leaking down there… " Meridwyn sighed, nodding to her lap. "It is permitted. "A relaxing soak of my arms and shoulders in hot water would be helpful." she said.

"Very well. I'll take care of that now." Guy said. He kissed her cheek, then stood from the bed.

"And, if that doesn't work, Guy… " she called after him as he was headed to the doors of the bedchamber.

Guy turned to face her.

"Could we ask Thomas if he can recommend something to lower the pain level a bit? At least to help me sleep?" she asked.

"Are you absolutely certain you're only meaning pain… in your arms, and nowhere else, Meridwyn?" Guy asked, pointedly.

"Yes. I don't really know if you would call it pain, but they ache. And, sometimes it keeps me awake at night. There is no other pain present, Guy. No sign of… those cursed labours. Believe me. If there were, you would know that by now. The ache in my arms is annoying. That pain was pure hell, Guy. Torture. It took my breath away!"

"Hmm. You do have a point, my love. Your knuckles went white during them, too, when you were gripping either the chair, or pillows." Guy frowned. "After you soak in the tub, I will rub the knots out of your arms and shoulders. If that doesn't help, I'll summon Thomas and we'll proceed from there."

"Thank you, husband." Meridwyn smiled.

"Just rest right now, my love. I'll be right back." Guy smiled. Then, he turned and headed out of the bedchamber.

The Sheriff entered into his private chambers. He doffed his surcoat and threw it over a chair, then headed into the bed chamber. He found his wife seated in a chair by the window, holding their child.

"I sent for help for you before I left, my lady. Where are they?" he asked as he walked toward her.

"Isabelle was here. She just left a few minutes before you came in. All is well, George. As you can see, I'm alert. He is fine." she said, nodding to the boy.

"Yes. I see." he smiled. He leaned down to kiss her cheek, and then he kissed the top of the child's head.

"You were gone awhile. Long meeting?" Rhiannon asked.

"No. The meeting was fairly brief. However, a jaunt to the Inn was in order." he said.

The Sheriff walked over to the fireplace. He grabbed the poker that was there and used it to stoke the fire, adding some kindling to it.

"What happened there?" she asked.

The Sheriff turned back to face her.

"Nothing — there. But, the fugitive who had been there escaped on foot — and ended up at Gunilda's cottage." he said, with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"What?"

"Don't worry. We got him. It was the balding, short stumpy bloke who tried to kill you with fire just over a fortnight ago."

"Is Lady Gunilda unharmed?"

"She is fine, my lady. She subdued him for us." he smirked. He then turned from her and added more kindling to the fire.

"Good! I'm pleased you captured him, George." she nodded.

The Sheriff turned to face her, holding the poker in his hand.

"Indeed. That wound you inflicted on him — it's in a bad way now, my lady. Well done, you!" he chuckled. Then, he straightened his expression. "Except, he smells strongly of rot. It's… dreadful, Rhiannon. No one in the dungeon is very thrilled about it right now — neither the staff, nor the prisoners. He must be handled swiftly."

"Of course." Rhiannon nodded. "Does that mean you'll be sending Rebeccah back to my manor, now that he's in your custody?"

"Not until his punishment is carried out, my lady. He already escaped once. I've no doubt he's mulling over how to pull that off again." he sighed, then returned to his task.

"I see." Rhiannon said. She frowned. That probably meant he wasn't about to ease up on her restriction, either. The one where she was told not to leave the property.

The Sheriff added a log to the fire, then began to unbutton his doublet as he headed to a chair positioned near hers.

"He's awfully quiet. Is he asleep?" the Sheriff asked, nodding to the child. He doffed his doublet, placing it over the back of the chair. Then, he took a seat.

"Yes." she smiled.

"We're keeping him with us tonight, Rhiannon." the Sheriff said.

"Of course, we are. You knew that before you left." Rhiannon pointed out, her aqua green eyes squinted, suspiciously.

"In our bed." he said, simply.

"You think that's wise?"

"I do. It's like the bleeding arctic out there, Rhiannon." he said, nodding to the window. "You have no idea. You and I can keep him warmer than if he were alone in his cradle. I don't want him getting a chill."

"I see. Of course, my love." Rhiannon smirked.

"What's that look for?"

"You were concerned about being a father. You mentioned it a few times. You mustn't think of that any longer. You're a good one, George." she smiled.

"It's a little early in the game for that declaration, angel." he scoffed.

"From what I'm seeing so far, you're hitting the mark quite well."

"I see. Does that mean you're agreeable to tonight's sleeping arrangement?" the Sheriff asked.

"Yes, George. I agree with you. It will probably aid his sleep, too." Rhiannon said.

"When is the next feed due to take place?" he asked, curiously.

"Probably three or four hours. It will be his final feed for the day. Then, we'll be good until dawn." she nodded.

"Satan's teeth!"

"It's not a full feed at bedtime, George. Just enough to keep his wee belly satisfied. It will be fine. It's working for him so far."

"I see. Will you be alright in here, alone with him for a time?" he asked.

"Of course, but… where will you be? You removed your doublet, so I assumed you had nowhere else to go."

"I don't, my lady. I need to scrub in some very hot water before I get anywhere near you and our son. I'm sure I'm basting in that stumpy bloke's malodorous fumes." the Sheriff remarked with a sneer. His eyebrow shot north, knowingly.

"I see. Go ahead, George. We shall be fine here." Rhiannon smiled.

"I won't be long, angel. You need your rest." he said, then stood from the chair.

"It's early yet, sugar. I'm fine. All is well." she nodded.

"It better be." he muttered. He didn't like the fact that she was clearly smaller than normal.

"What's that, George?"

"I'm pleased to see it." the Sheriff replied, smoothly. Then, he turned and left the bedchamber to summon for hot water.

Luke was planning to stop at Floria's door and arrange a visit with her later after taking a bath, but as soon as he made it to the second floor, he noticed the top men and Richard congregated close to Nigel's door. They told him they had just seen Lady Aeleanna who stepped out of his rooms to flag down a servant to ask for tea to be brought in for she and Master Rainecourt. Now, all four of them were in Nigel's den with Aeleanna, waiting for Leofwin to emerge from the bedchamber. They were hopeful that they would be permitted to visit Nigel briefly before they headed to their rooms.

The servant arrived with the tea. Soon after she left, Leofwin came out of the bedchamber, a bit surprised to see the men waiting there. He smiled and walked toward them. They stood from their chairs to greet him.

"Lady Aeleanna tells us that Nigel is awake and fully alert, Master Rainecourt. If you are agreeable to it, we would like to see him." Richard said.

"As a group." Mordrid added.

"We won't be long." Ancel said.

"I see." Leofwin smiled.

"Would that be agreeable with you, Master Rainecourt?" Luke asked.

"He is doing quite a bit better. I think he would like that." Leofwin smiled.

"Grand." Mordrid nodded.

"You seem quite cheerful. Should we take that as a good sign?" Richard asked, curiously.

"I'm only pleased he has made some progress. He's faring much better than early in the day. I'm also glad to see he has friends here, besides you, Richard." Leofwin chuckled.

"Good. May we go ahead?" Mordrid asked.

"Yes. I'll be right out here if you need me." Leofwin said.

"I'll be out here, too. I'll give you men some privacy. Master Rainecourt and I are going to have some tea." Aeleanna smiled.

"Oh, good, Aela. I could use a cup of tea." Leofwin smiled.

Richard led the men as they proceeded to the bedchamber doors. He stopped, then tentatively knocked on them.

"Come in, Leanna. No need… to knock." Nigel called out.

Richard opened the doors and peaked his head in.

"It's not Lady Aeleanna, mate." Richard said. He stepped inside and the men followed him.

"It is us." Mordrid grinned.

"Good. Get over here and… tell me what the hell… I'm missing." Nigel smirked.

"You'd be surprised. These men don't even know all of it." Luke said, nodding to the others.

Richard closed the doors and the four of them brought chairs close to the bed, a pair on each side, then they seated themselves.

"The hell were you just talking about, Luke?" Mordrid asked, turning to his right, eyeing him curiously. They were seated on Nigel's right.

"I just came from an outing to the Inn, which took us to Lady Gunilda's cottage. I was with Milord Sheriff, and Slayer." Luke hinted.

"Really? What happened… kid? Enlighten us." Nigel scoffed.

"We got that ruddy ginger bloke, whom most of you refer to as 'potato bloke'. He's in the dungeon right now, and he smells like death — and a full privy pot, combined." Luke said with a grimace.

"Are you serious, mate?" Ancel asked, looking across the bed at Luke, incredulously.

"Oh, I'm serious, alright. Hope you can't smell him off me. I was planning to go directly to my rooms and scrub his God awful odour from me, but I saw you men." Luke explained.

"Damn! So, I guess he really is in a bad way." Richard said.

"Indeed." Luke frowned.

"Ha! Kind of glad I… missed that bunch… of bollocks… truthfully." Nigel smirked.

"How did Slayer manage with that?" Ancel asked, curiously.

"Milord put him in charge. He handled it well. My personal favourite was when he banged on the door of the Inn, and shouted that we, "weren't going away"." Luke said, hooking the first two fingers of each of his hands in the air at the mention of Slayer's phrasing. "I must remember that line." he grinned.

"Must admit… that's a good one." Nigel chuckled.

"Ha! I can just imagine it, too." Mordrid laughed.

"Explain to us what the witchy lady had to do with it." Ancel said.

"The bloke took off from the Inn. He ended up presenting at her cottage. It's close to the Inn. Safforus was on his way here to alert Milord, but he found us on the main path." Luke explained.

"That's good. No more Sherwood searches. That shall be a refreshing change." Mordrid said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Agreed. Glad we won't need to revisit the Curve." Richard added.

"What about you, Nigel? How do you feel? You're still quite… pale." Ancel asked.

"It's tender… where the arrow hit. But, it's more… manageable now." Nigel said.

"Hope you don't get nightmares from that whole ordeal, mate." Mordrid frowned.

"Probably not, Mordrid, because… I don't remember it. At all." Nigel said.

Except for Richard, the other three men were incredulous at his statement and responded in unison:

"WHAT?" they asked.

"The last thing… I remember is… that bloke with the… bad beard… pointing his blade… at me." Nigel shrugged.

"Damn! That was before we entered the warehouse! Really, Nigel?" Mordrid exclaimed.

"Yes. Don't remember… anything after that. It's a… blank. Except, I'm starting to recall… the strange flashes that… went through my mind. I'm guessing when… the arrow hit?" Nigel commented with a shrug.

"Maybe it's just as well, Nigel." Mordrid pointed out.

"It's a shame you can't recall the parts leading up to it, because… you were so… fucking brave." Luke said, softly. He looked down for a moment.

"Damn, kid. Are you… alright?" Nigel asked.

"Never saw anyone fight like you did. It was… breathtaking, and… I'm not being funny about it." Luke said.

"Luke? That funny looking… bloke you just… brought back here — he didn't… have anything… catchy going on… did he? You just… complimented me." Nigel scoffed.

"I give credit where it's due. It's true. I couldn't help but… notice your actions." Luke nodded.

"He's right. I think everyone present was quite stunned, Nigel. Whatever the hell you were doing with that obstacle course you used to train with, it obviously worked." Mordrid added.

"Agreed." Ancel said.

"Oh. Well, cheers, men. I… appreciate you… saying so. Don't worry. I'll get you all… sorted with that… when we bring it… back here." Nigel smirked.

"There's been no mention of that since you were injured, mate." Richard said.

"Really?" Nigel asked.

"He's right. Don't think that's a priority for Milord, right now." Mordrid added.

"I see. That might change… once I'm… moving around again. I'm going to… start that on… the morrow." Nigel nodded.

"Don't rush it, Nigel." Richard advised, firmly.

"If I don't start… moving… I'll lose my… strength. Gotta keep… this body… finely tuned. Like the… kid's gittern." Nigel said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Cheers for knowing the correct name for it." Luke scoffed.

"Just take it easy, Nigel. Give it time." Mordrid suggested.

"Fuck that. Time was… nearly taken from me. Gotta make… every moment count." Nigel said, firmly.

"Does your father know this plan of yours?" Ancel asked.

"He does. I think he… might be coming… around to it. We shall see." Nigel said. "What else… did I miss?"

"Well, Robert and his team got us sorted with a bunch of new shields." Richard said.

"Not sure we were supposed to tell him that, Richard." Mordrid said, looking directly across the bed at him. Then, he looked to Nigel. "Milord plans to bring one to show to you, so, act surprised."

"Noted." Nigel smirked. "That's good news. We can… always make use… of those."

"Speaking of which… I've a question about a comment the Sheriff made during that part of the meeting." Richard began.

"What is that, Richard?" Mordrid asked.

"Right when Robert mentioned that the supplier will be returning on January seventh, the Sheriff said something peculiar." Richard said, then looked to Luke. "To you, Luke. Something about… not getting any ideas?"

"Oh, boy." Ancel sighed.

"Indeed." Mordrid nodded. Then, he scoffed.

"Obviously, you two are… in the know." Nigel remarked. His eyebrow raised, suspiciously.

"Damn it." Luke muttered.

"Now, I'm curious. What's that… about, kid?" Nigel asked.

"The supplier from Spain. Diego. I had talked to him a few times. I remarked to him in October that he always seems… full of energy." Luke began. He looked to his lap, and softly sighed

"I see. And?" Nigel asked.

"Last time he came he brought me a plant. Left a note with it. Said in the note that the plant was his secret for energy, and… he jotted down instructions… for it." Luke said, softly. He looked downcast and began to fidget in discomfiture.

"Fuck! He brought you… a poison. Didn't he?" Nigel asked.

"He certainly did." Mordrid huffed.

"Yes. I guess you could… say that." Luke muttered.

"I need details… men." Nigel said.

"He arrived on November fifth. Left it for me with the Scribe. I started with it that night. It did give energy. Soon, it… gave me too much energy. Couldn't sleep." Luke admitted.

"He was acting like he had ants in his breeches." Mordrid added.

"And, let's not forget how irritable he was." Ancel pointed out.

"Yes. I… guess I was." Luke said, softly.

"You guess? You were mouthy as hell with Milord at the meeting we had with him three nights after that." Mordrid pointed out.

Nigel and Richard looked to one another curiously, then back to the men.

"Hmm. I suppose." Luke sighed.

"And then, things became real when… he brandished his sword at the Sheriff, out in the courtyard after the meeting." Ancel said.

"You must be jesting!" Richard exclaimed.

"What the… fuck, kid?" Nigel asked, completely astonished.

"I wasn't… myself." Luke sighed.

"To put it mildly, Luke." Mordrid scoffed.

"What? So, you… duelled with… the Sheriff?" Nigel asked, pointedly.

"Yes." Luke muttered, then looked downcast.

"Holy hell." Richard said.

"How the… hell are you… still employed?" Nigel asked. He slowly shook his head, as his green eyes narrowed, suspiciously. Next, he raised an eyebrow and folded his arms.

"Indeed, mate. If that happened a few years ago, Luke wouldn't be here to tell the tale." Richard pointed out.

"Ha! That's because Luke is the — " Mordrid began, but was promptly cut off.

"It was because he recognized something deeper than just… my actions. He knew that was out of character for me. I'm confident he would have reacted the same with any of you." Luke said, firmly.

"Come on, Luke. Stop acting so blind to it." Mordrid sighed.

"Really? We're doing this now, Mordrid?" Luke asked, curtly.

"Damn. Think you blokes… might have just… awakened a beast!" Nigel chortled.

"See? This is why I'm trying to steer you away from… that." Luke huffed. He looked to Mordrid while side eyeing Nigel.

"I wouldn't laugh, Nigel. This is how it started." Ancel said, nodding to Luke.

"Damn, kid. You took… a poison and… tried to kill… the Sheriff? Did I… get that right?" Nigel asked again, still quite stunned.

"I was trying to provoke him to… do that… to me." Luke admitted, softly. He looked downcast.

"What?" Richard asked, astonished.

"What the… fuck, kid!" Nigel exclaimed, incredulously.

"I was hopped up on that cursed plant, Nigel. I couldn't think straight. I was imagining myriad insane scenarios that weren't based in reality. I'm still needing… batwing tea to help take the edge off." Luke sighed.

"I'm actually… shocked, kid. Didn't think you… were such a… rebel. Ha! Quality!" Nigel began to chuckle.

"I thought it would improve my performance." Luke said. "Anyway, I won't make excuses for it. It made me sick as hell, to the point I needed to be bled a couple of times. I'm done with it… but… " Luke let the words trail off. He looked down and sighed.

"What is it, Luke?" Mordrid asked.

"I still crave it!" Luke huffed.

"Damn. Maybe Thomas could… help you out… with that, kid? Since he's here… you should talk… to him." Nigel suggested.

"He looked after me for a time when this happened. Gave me opium and belladonna to get me through it. The tea I'm taking helps." Luke said.

"Where in the devil do you get batwing tea from? Never heard of it. Sounds vile!" Richard frowned.

"Think about it… mate. Mortianna. It has to… be her bringing that… to him." Nigel pointed out.

"That is correct. She's bringing me another pot tonight." Luke nodded.

"You're sure it helps you, Luke?" Ancel asked. He narrowed his grey eyes, suspiciously.

"I think it does." Luke said.

"That's good to hear, Luke. I'm sorry you went through that." Richard said. "I have another question… unrelated to that. At least, I think it's unrelated… " he shrugged.

"For me? What is it?" Luke asked, his blue green eyes narrowed, curiously.

"Who are the Rothwells?" Richard asked. "I was completely lost when they were mentioned at the meeting."

"Rothwells?" Nigel asked. "Never… heard of them.

Luke and Ancel quickly explained their tavern assignment with Drake, and what transpired with Floria, and Thurstan Rothwell; who killed Rothwell; and why a witness was confused when they saw Luke run into the shed and reported this to Tylan and Tobias Rothwell.

"Turns out, all of them are with those Brotherhood blokes." Mordrid added.

"I never heard of… a Lord Rothwell." Nigel shrugged.

"Good thing Nic stopped him from violating Flower." Mordrid said.

"Indeed. Luke would have got him if Nichol wasn't there, though." Ancel pointed out.

"Wait. Who the… hell is Flower?" Nigel asked.

"Her name is Floria. She is a Seamstress. She is Madam Oberon's assistant." Luke explained.

"Isn't Madam Oberon… the famous… dressmaker lady… in Nottingham? I'm sure… Leanna has… obtained gowns from… her." Nigel asked.

"She was, but now she serves Lady Rhiannon, and Lady Gisborne. She has rooms here in the castle." Luke explained.

"Oh. Right. I see." Nigel nodded. He suddenly recalled Madam Birghiva had mentioned a friend of hers who worked at the castle — as a Seamstress. Interesting.

"Let's go back a bit. So, you're telling us that Mortianna is bringing you… batwing tea. To your rooms?" Mordrid asked Luke.

"Yes." Luke nodded.

"What's that like?" Mordrid chuckled.

"Yes. Is it… weird?" Nigel asked.

"No. She… kind of reminds me of my late great granny. She usually delivers it, then leaves. She came in last night. I… entertained her. Briefly." Luke said.

"You… what?" Nigel chuckled.

"Classic!" Mordrid laughed.

"Did you sing a song to her, or something?" Richard asked.

"Yes. She wanted to hear one of them, so I grabbed the gittern and played the third verse and chorus of the one about the Night Mage." Luke said with a shrug.

"Ha! How did that go over?" Ancel asked with a chuckle.

"She wanted to know how I heard of the Night Mage. It was a story my father told my mother many years ago, before he died. Mother told me about it. Turns out, the Night Mage was a real person." a beat. "It was Mortianna's sister, Sanguinella." Luke explained with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"No… bleeding way!" Nigel chortled.

"You're jesting, right?" Mordrid asked.

"No. She wasn't, either." Luke said.

"Ha! You're killing me… kid!" Nigel laughed. He raised his knees under his blankets and held his lower abdomen. "Damn! Who the… fuck was in… charge of naming the… babies in that family?"

"You do have a point!" Mordrid chuckled.

"Was she… offended by it?" Richard asked Luke.

"No. She said she was pleased I was keeping her sister's memory alive, and then she called me… " Luke started to say, then he sighed.

"What, Luke? What did she call you?" Ancel asked, curiously.

"Uhh… " Luke parried.

"Tell us, kid." Nigel goaded him.

"She called me… a good boy." Luke sighed.

"Ah, ha, ha, ha! Damn, kid! Can't believe… I'm only finding… this out now, but… you're a… damn gem!" Nigel laughed.

The other three men could not suppress their laughter.

Luke looked to Nigel and frowned. He folded his arms, and exhaled sharply.

"I may need a… drop of opium… after this, but… I appreciate the laughs." Nigel smirked.

"Right." Luke sighed.

"Remind me… kid. How does the… Night Mage… tune go, again?" Nigel asked.

"It's a ballad." Luke said, simply.

At this juncture, unbeknownst to the men, Leofwin quietly opened one of the doors to the bedchamber a little, after hearing a bit too much jocularity for his liking only moments ago. He stood and observed, to be certain the men wouldn't excite his son further.

"Remember, I was… working when you… performed it." Nigel pointed out.

Leofwin raised an eyebrow, wondering what Nigel was referring to. He seemed to be speaking to Luke. What exactly had Officer Luke performed?

"Right. The slow song about the Night Mage." Luke said.

"Yeah. I got that… kid." Nigel sighed. "That means… nothing. Sing a… bit of it." Nigel said.

"What? Is this your way of mocking me, Nigel?" Luke asked, pointedly.

"Man, I already… told you I… liked your… songs. Ease up!" Nigel admonished him. Then, he sighed. "Look… I think I'm… starting to get what… the fuss was about. You're smart… and also… amusing as fuck. You already made me… laugh so hard I will… need a drop of… cursed opium poison. Put me at… ease now, kid. Sing."

"It's not so soundproof in here!" Luke exclaimed in a soft voice.

"For fuck's sake… kid! Just do the… damn chorus!" Nigel huffed. "I'm the… injured one. For my… get well gift, I… want to hear… it." Nigel sighed.

"It feels really… weird, and… I'm not being funny about it." Luke argued.

"Kid, I'm only going to… say this once. I have you… in mind for… something in… future. Fucking sing!" Nigel said, sharply. He huffed in exasperation.

Richard looked to Nigel, eyeing him suspiciously. What did Nigel mean by that?

"Fine. Give me a moment." Luke relented.

Leofwin turned toward Aeleanna and waved in her direction. She looked to him, curiously. He motioned for her to come quickly. She stood from her chair and hurried to join him.

"What's going on?" Aeleanna whispered.

"Not sure, but… it seems Officer Luke is about to… sing." Leofwin shrugged.

"What?" Aeleanna exclaimed in a whisper.

Luke closed his eyes as he repositioned in the chair, sitting more straight. He started by humming a few notes, then he began:

"And I cant begin to explain,

I find it hard to say,

Those deep blue eyes, they found me,

And they seized me in their gaze…"

Both Leofwin and Lady Aeleanna widened their eyes, completely surprised by what they were witnessing. They looked to each other briefly, then back at Luke.

"I can't begin to tell you,

But should you ever need,

Those sapphire eyes you'll only see

If you should meet the

Night Mage,

Beautiful sage." Luke sang softly, completing the chorus.

"It's such a pretty tune." Mordrid smiled.

"I think it's my favourite, but I need to hear more of it." Richard agreed.

"Indeed." Ancel nodded.

"I like that one… kid. I'd like to hear the… whole song sometime." Nigel smiled.

"Really?" Luke asked. He made a mental note to perform it on Friday evening — if Nigel was well enough to attend.

Suddenly, there was applause coming from behind them.

The men turned toward the doors, surprised to see they had company.

Luke sighed and looked downcast.

"Fuck." he muttered.

"Father!" Nigel exclaimed, sharply. Then, he noticed his lady beside him. "Aeleanna! How long have… you two been… spying on us?" he demanded.

"We only came to watch Officer Luke, Nigel. You mustn't excite yourself, my love." Aeleanna sighed.

"Oh. Right. We are fine here. Give us a… moment to say goodnight." Nigel said, firmly.

"You need your rest, Son. Keep it brief." Leofwin instructed. Then, he looked to Luke. "By the way, bravo, Officer Luke. Very nice." Leofwin smiled.

"Thank you, Master Rainecourt." Luke nodded.

"It's a lovely melody. Where did you hear it?" Aeleanna asked him.

"In my mind, Milady. I… wrote it." Luke said.

"Oh… my!" Aeleanna exclaimed, softly.

"Really?" Leofwin asked.

"Yes." Luke nodded.

"My! Such talent amongst you." Leofwin smiled.

"That's not all, Master Rainecourt. Don't know if you're aware, but, Richard is an artist." Mordrid said.

"No. I didn't know." Leofwin said, shaking his head. He looked to Richard, curiously. "Really, lad?"

"Yes. I suppose you could say I… am." Richard shrugged.

"He's being modest… Father. Richard is… very good." Nigel said.

"And then, we have your son." Luke suddenly blurted to Leofwin.

Nigel swung his head in Luke's direction, narrowing his green eyes suspiciously at him.

"Yes, lad." a beat. "What about him?" Leofwin asked, a bit bewildered.

"He can perform… super human feats no one else can. It's… insane. If there were some kind of strong man competition, he would win." Luke said.

Lady Aeleanna looked down, smiling proudly.

"Ha! Cheers, kid. Think I'm… starting to… like you now." Nigel smirked.

"That's either fever, or the opium talking. We shall see." Luke scoffed.

"Speaking of medicaments. Nigel, your next dose of special wine is due soon." Leofwin reminded him.

"I've a request first." Nigel said.

"What is it now?"

"Before you make… me drink that liquid… version of human waste, I want… a tray brought in. I'm starving. They don't need to… be fancy in the kitchen. I was thinking… ham strips coated… in brown sugar, fluffy scrambled eggs… like how Mother… used to make them… a slice of bread, cheese, and maybe… some grapes?" Nigel asked.

"No." Leofwin said, simply.

"What? Why won't you… feed me?"

"You may have broth tonight, Son."

"Are you… trying to make… me as… scrawny as Noah? For fu — damn it… Father!" Nigel huffed.

"It's not punishment, Son. It's what I believe is best. Tom would agree. If you at least remain the way you are now come the morning, then I will concede to scrambled eggs, bread, possibly a slice of cheese. We shall see. In the meantime, I will summon for broth for you. You can take the wine afterward. While I do that, bid your goodnights. You're still recovering. Rest is needed." Leofwin said, firmly.

Nigel sighed, shaking his head.

"He's right, Nigel." Mordrid said, softly. He nodded toward Leofwin.

"Very well. I'll agree. But… there had better be… at least two strips… of ham added… on the plate… in the morning!" Nigel demanded.

"We shall see." Leofwin remarked, noncommittally.

"And, no… butter on the bread. I swear it… makes people stout." Nigel added.

"Name one stout person in our family, Son." Leofwin sighed.

"Well, I can't… think of any. But, people need to… mind their intake. I swear it." Nigel said, firmly.

"Yes, Son." he nodded.

Leofwin sighed and closed the door. He proceeded to the outer door to speak to a sentry to get word to the kitchen. Lady Aeleanna resumed her place in her chair in the den.

"I think your father is right. You really are a health fanatic." Richard chuckled.

"He said that?" Nigel asked.

"He did. It was when he summoned Richard to come in last night near the end of it. He wanted to know what you'd been ingesting. Richard thought he meant poison, and quickly shot down that theory." Luke explained.

"Yes. And, that's when Master Rainecourt remarked, "My son? The health fanatic?" and explained that's not what he meant." Richard added.

"Right. Milord explained this… to me. The ginger and cinnamon… in my tea. Fuck! I really… liked that, too." Nigel sighed. "But, it's true. One must be… mindful of what… they ingest. I swear by it."

"Guess we could all take some lessons from you." Ancel said.

"It's what… works for me." Nigel nodded.

"Mate? What did you mean earlier when you told Luke you had something in mind for him in future? What was that about?" Richard asked, curiously.

"Yes. I'd like to know what you were meaning, too. Since… it involves me." Luke smirked.

"Just an… upcoming event." Nigel shrugged.

"Ah! You must mean your birthday." Mordrid chuckled.

"No. How do you… know anything about… my birthday?" Nigel asked.

"Your father initially thought I was coming to see him about that last night, until he noticed Milord Sheriff with me." Richard explained.

"Figures. For fuck's sake!" Nigel sighed.

"So, what other event is coming up?" Richard pressed him.

"Uh… " Nigel parried, trying to think of something. "Well, there's… another one coming… up. Yes." he smiled, pleased to have remembered it. "Leanna's birthday. Yes."

"Right. When is that?" Luke asked.

"February. I think it's… the fifteenth." Nigel smiled.

Early the following morning, just past dawn, Nichol was making his way south on the snow covered path toward Nottingham Castle, with only a mile to go. He was pleased the snow had stopped falling for the time being, but the peculiar white sky and chill air portended more snow yet to come.

He smiled as he thought of the lovely evening he shared with his lady. They spent much of their time talking. Both were quite fatigued at the end of the night, and fell asleep beside one another as soon as they sat on the bed. They were both still fully dressed. There was no intimacy shared with her, but Nichol felt even closer to Lady Kaeliss as a result.

Soon, he was fast approaching the portcullis. He saw Emory and Beric just ahead, speaking to an unfamiliar lean man with long light brown hair. He slowed his horse, then dismounted, leading his horse by the reins for the last few paces toward the portcullis.

"Good morrow, Nichol." Beric nodded.

"Yes. Good day, Nichol." Emory smiled.

"Look, men. I don't know who the hell he is, but kindly let me pass. I'm expected at the stables." the lean man said, curtly.

Nichol immediately surmised that the man must be Faramond, the traitorous mole working at the castle, and member of the Brotherhood.

"Nichol Burgess. The Sheriff's Advisor, and Chief Weapon's Trainer. Also known as the Weapon's Specialist. Let me guess. You must be… Faramond Draper. Correct?" Nichol asked with a smirk spread across his face.

"How do you know my name? Did Gervase complain about me?" Faramond asked, suspiciously.

"No. Why don't you come with me?" Nichol suggested. He decided then that it would be best to handle the man using an alternate method, rather than a typical strong armed approach.

"I'm expected at the stables." Faramond shrugged.

"I'm sure. This will only take a moment. The Sheriff wanted to speak to you about one of the horses." Nichol said, smoothly.

Emory and Beric looked to each other while side eyeing Nichol, then they both regarded him, curiously.

"Oh. I see. Well, if that's the case, I'm sure Gervase will understand." Faramond nodded.

"Of course, he will. Come. I'll take you to him." Nichol smiled.

"Very well." the man nodded.

"Emory, would you take my horse to the stables and hand the reins over to Gervase?" Nichol asked.

"Of course, Nichol." Emory nodded.

Emory looked to Beric, and unobtrusively to Nichol and Faramond, gave a quick shrug before taking over the reins from Nichol.

Beric nodded to Emory, then moved the winch lever on the portcullis to raise it. Nichol headed past it with Faramond, as Emory followed behind, leading Nichol's horse.

A short time later, they entered the front doors of the castle. Nichol led Faramond as they walked a little way to the large corridor of the main level. Nichol noticed the Sheriff speaking with Guy just outside of the Council Quarters. The Sheriff had something in his hand. It looked to be a scroll, which he shoved deep into the inside pocket of his doublet.

The Sheriff turned when he heard their footsteps approaching.

"Ah! Who have we here, Nichol?" the Sheriff said as he walked toward them. He gestured for Guy to follow.

"Thought you said he wanted to see me?" Faramond muttered to Nichol.

"You recall, Milord?" Nichol smirked, and gave a wink. "Faramond Draper is here to see you. You know. About that horse."

"Right! I know the one you mean." Nottingham chuckled, nodding for Gisborne to begin.

Guy swiftly approached the groomer/horse trainer guy and grabbed him in a restraint hold.

"What is happening? What's this about a horse? Bollocks!" Faramond spat.

"Yes. He meant the horse that's going to drag your headless corpse out into a remote part of Sherwood for the forest creatures to feed upon." Nottingham sneered, nodding to Nichol.

"What? What's this about, Milord?"

"Save it!" Gisborne hissed in his ear from behind him, firmly holding both of his arms.

"Does the Brotherhood for Jesus cult ring a bell? I think you lot of brainwashed fools know it as the Christian Brotherhood." the Sheriff said, evenly.

"Milord?"

"You are under arrest and belong to me now… Faranone. Enjoy your stay in the dungeon." he hissed through his teeth and grabbed him by the collar.

"What? I don't understa — "

"Are all of you complete imbeciles, or just really bad liars? Do not pretend to not know anything about those Jesus blokes you've been consorting and machinatng with! You cannot lie your way out of this. Besides the fact you're dealing with me — the best fucking lie detector in the county… if I do say so myself — we have all the evidence we need to prove you're one of them. So, spare yourself from rehearsing any tales you plan to regale us with, because it won't matter. Got it?" Nottingham said, sharply.

"Yes, Milord." Faramond sighed.

Nottingham released his grasp of the man's collar.

"Take him away, Gis. We shall meet you down there shortly, so wait for us." the Sheriff directed him.

Guy nodded and led the man away.

"Finn's interrogation, George?" Nichol asked.

"Yes." he nodded.

"Who's going with you? Robert?"

"No. The Scribe. As is usual, Nic. So, how was your evening with Lady Kaeliss? You look rather rested for a change." the Sheriff scoffed.

"It was productive." Nichol said, simply.

"Interesting way of describing it." he remarked.

"We spent a long time talking. Then, we were both feeling quite tired, so we fell asleep." Nichol said.

"I see. So, how was that? You mentioned a few days ago that there's been very little conversation." the Sheriff scoffed.

"It was good. I feel… closer to her now, oddly. More bonded somehow." Nichol smiled. His bright green eyes twinkled, merrily.

"Good for you, Nic. I'm pleased to hear it." Nottingham grinned.

"Anything exciting happen while I was out?" Nichol asked.

"We got the fugitive the Duke's team has been searching the forest for."

"Ah. The one you refer to as either stumpy, or a potato. Good news, George." Nichol smiled.

"Indeed. Slayer discovered this when searching for Thorne. He had just checked in at the Inn. Slayer came and reported it to me. I brought Luke with us and we headed to the Inn. I put Slayer in charge. The stumpy bloke took off to Gilda's cottage, but we got the putrid fuck." Nottingham sneered in disdain.

"Putrid?" Nichol asked.

"The bloke is rank as hell, Nic. Smells like pure rot." the Sheriff grimaced.

"Guess they were right about him being wounded." Nichol smirked.

"Yes, and it's festering. Splendid, I say!" he scoffed.

"How did Slayer fare with leading the arrest?"

"Quite well, Nic. Nine out of ten." the Sheriff smiled.

"Very good." Nichol nodded.

"Indeed." he agreed. "Now, as you know, Gis is tasked with covering Joseph's duties when you're conducting your training session."

"Yes?" Nichol shrugged.

"Considering this new development that the prisoner literally smells like death, and Gis has a very weak stom — "

"Got it. I'll get Joseph through training first, George." Nichol smirked.

"Perfect. Cheers, Nic. The last thing anyone needs down there is the added stench of vomit. The guards have enough to deal with, and the prisoners might get out of hand." Nottingham said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Fine. I'll get Aldred through it right after Joseph. Tell Gizzie I have it sorted." Nichol nodded.

"I will." the Sheriff said. "Also, we will be meeting three candidates at the midday meeting."

"Very well. That's good to hear, George. Fingers crossed that goes well." Nichol smiled.

Just then, the Scribe met with the Sheriff. They excused themselves from Nichol and headed to the staircase that led down to the sub level.

A short time later, the Sheriff entered into the dungeon with his Scribe. He noticed his Lieutenant speaking with Joseph and Aldred just ahead. He nodded for the Scribe to follow him and he proceeded to where they were gathered.

"Good morrow, Milord." Joseph nodded.

"Good day, Joseph. Did Gisborne tell you we're here to speak to Finn?"

"Yes, Milord. A bit funny to see Finn down here. He always seemed like a solid bloke." Joseph frowned.

"Right. Well, his stay may only be temporary. We're about to find out." the Sheriff said.

"Indeed." Guy nodded.

"Bah! I'll tell you what's funny down here. That bleeding stench dragged in with the fire starter bloke last night!" Aldred spat.

"Yes. The one that looks like he's part of a travelling side show troupe." Joseph smirked.

"When can we get rid of that rubbish, Milord? He's stinking up the entire place." Aldred asked. He shook his head and frowned.

"You do have a point, Aldred." Guy sighed, covering his nose and mouth with his palm.

"Indeed." the Scribe muttered.

"All in due time, Aldred." the Sheriff said. Then, he looked to his Jailer. "Now, lead us to Finn's cell. He's the only one we will be seeing today."

"Very well, Milord. Right this way." Joseph nodded, gesturing for the trio to follow him.

They walked past some prisoners that were chained beside one another. Normally, the prisoners didn't interact with the Sheriff, or Gisborne when they came by. This time, some of them were vocal.

"Hey! If you won't let me out of here, can you at least have them take out the rubbish? Or, whatever it was that died in here?" one man asked.

"Some stupid fuck must have shat himself. They do that out of fear. You'll get used to it!" another prisoner scoffed at the first one.

"Bollocks!" a third man spat. "That fat one they brought in last night smells like he has the flux. I'm sure of it!"

"Then, that would explain why he soiled himself. Except, I think something died." the first one added.

"He better not be spreading that around in here!" the second one exclaimed.

"I think the bloke must have died. Something fucking died! Milord! Couldn't you ask your Jailer to take care of it? Maybe summon a servant to clean — " the first prisoner started to implore him, but was abruptly cut off.

"The fuck do you think this is? A guest cottage? You get what you get in here. It will be taken care of in consideration to my hardworking staff down here — not any of you!" the Sheriff hissed at him.

As they walked further past the trio of complainers, Joseph looked to the Sheriff and frowned.

"Apologies for that, Milord. They've been steadily complaining ever since Luke and Slayer brought that funny looking escapee bloke back to us last night." Joseph explained.

"I'm sure. He will be dealt with, Joseph. You can count on that." the Sheriff said.

"Of course, Milord. Here it is. This is the cell we have him in." Joseph said nodding to the door to his left. He looked to the Scribe. "As you can see, your tablet and chalk await you on this table beside the door."

"Thank you, Joseph." the Scribe nodded. He took the tablet and chalk, and waited.

"Good. We're ready, Joseph. Unlock the door." the Sheriff instructed.

Joseph followed his command, then he stepped aside.

The Sheriff nodded to him, then pushed the door open forcefully so that it banged against the wall when it opened, startling Finn.

Young Finn was seated on the floor against the wall that he was chained to, directly across from the door. He stood when the Sheriff and Guy walked in with the Scribe.

The Scribe sat on a chair in a corner of the small cell. The tablet was on his lap, and the chalk held in his hand, poised and ready to begin.

"My. Such formality! That's something we never see down here, Gis." Nottingham scoffed, nodding to Finn.

"Indeed, Cousin." Guy sniggered.

"Write this down, Scribe. His name is Finn Glanville. We got that last night when we started the questioning then." the Sheriff directed him.

"Of course, Milord." the Scribe nodded and began to write on his tablet. The chalk tapped against it as he did so.

"Alright… Finn. You've had some time in here to test out your new housing arrangement if you don't demonstrate candor. What's it going to be, Finn?"

"I'm ready, Milord Sheriff." Finn nodded.

"Really? Good. So, what else have you to share with us?" he asked as he slowly moved closer toward him.

"I'm not sure about names. If I saw them in writing or heard them spoken, I would know… I think."

"How convenient!" the Sheriff smirked. He reached into the inside pocket of his doublet and extracted a scroll he brought from the Council Quarters. It was the members list.

"What is that, Milord?" Finn asked.

"It's the shit list… Finn. The one that you are omitted from… curiously."

"I was never truly a part of — "

"Bollocks! What are you hiding? You tell us, and maybe I'll permit you to take a gander at the shit list to refresh your memory." Nottingham demanded.

"Just… one thing, Milord." Finn said. He looked down and sighed.

"Tell us!" Guy said, sharply.

"I… was present at… I… attended one meeting." Finn admitted, exhaling sharply.

"When?"

"A few weeks ago. On October thirtieth. It was the only one." Finn said.

"I see. Then, why is your name not added to the members list, Finn?" the Sheriff pointed out, suspiciously.

"Because, I was adamant about that, Milord."

"Adamant that you wanted to remain anonymous!" Guy sneered.

"No, Sir Gisborne. Not at all. Father Tuttle was going to add my name, but I told him I was not interested in further meetings, or anything they were talking about. I was emphatic about that." Finn explained.

"Why is that, Finn?" the Sheriff asked, curiously.

"It was basically a whole hour or two of all of them voicing complaints — about you. Regarding silly things, like taxes being high, about criminality being rampant — "

"Ha! Now, that's a good one, since the Jesus blokes represent the majority of outlaws in this town!" the Sheriff scoffed. "What else?"

"And, Father Tuttle expressed dismay about you and… your wife. You weren't married at that time. Somehow, he found out she was staying with you, and said it went against God's holy ordinance, or some such thing." he paused to exhale a sigh before continuing. "The whole thing was about you. I didn't want anything to do with it." Finn said.

"Why?" the Sheriff asked, pointedly.

"Because, I disagreed with it. I liked my position here, and I didn't understand what they were going on about, but… "

"But… what?" he demanded. He narrowed his amber hazel eyes, suspiciously.

"I don't know if I should… say." Finn parried. He looked downcast.

"This is your chance, Finn. The last one. Tell us!" the Sheriff exclaimed.

"Osworth and Faramond. They made me… promise not to say anything. They tried to encourage me to rethink my decision. I wouldn't budge. I wanted nothing to do with it, Milord! I thought it might just… blow over, or something. I didn't want to hear anything more about it. And, I didn't know what to do about it. I was just… the portcullis guard." Finn said. He sighed and looked downcast.

"Hmm." the Sheriff muttered as he began to pace in front of him.

Guy leaned against the wall across from Finn and beside the door, with his arms folded. He narrowed his steel blue eyes, wondering what his cousin was thinking.

"Did you get all of that Scribe?" the Sheriff asked.

"Yes, Milord. Everything he has told us so far. The date of the meeting he attended; that the Priest tried to add him to the members list; the topics of discussion; and that two men by the names of Osworth and Faramond tried to encourage him to change his mind, and made him promise not to talk." the Scribe said, reading from his tablet.

"I see." he said softly. He paced a little more, then stopped, looking to Finn.

"How old are you, Finn?" he asked.

"I am nineteen years, Milord." Finn said, a little bewildered by the question.

"Hmm. I think he's younger than Luke." the Sheriff remarked to Guy.

"I think you might be right." Guy nodded.

"I'm pretty sure he must be older. By two or three years, Milord." Finn shrugged.

"So, you're telling me you were seventeen when you started with the Black Knights?" the Sheriff asked him.

"Yes, Milord. That is correct." Finn nodded.

"How the hell did that happen? I'm sure I must have inquired about your age then." the Sheriff demanded.

"I… uhh… told you I was eighteen… Milord." Finn stammered.

"Right." he sighed. "And, you only attended one meeting, you're saying."

"Yes, Milord." Finn said.

"We can easily fact check that. We have notes from their cursed meetings. A search was conducted of the church, and the warehouse, you see." the Sheriff said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Of course, Milord." Finn nodded.

"And, you're not at all concerned of what we'll find when we check those documents?" he pointed out.

"No, Milord. I was at one meeting. Only one. It was stupid, and boring, and I pretty much looked down and rolled my eyes for most of it."

"What did you do for the rest of it?" Guy asked, pointedly.

"I nodded off, truthfully." Finn said.

"Really, Finn?" the Sheriff scoffed.

"Yes. I was bored. I just wanted out of there."

"We shall see." Nottingham said softly, yet firmly. Next, he looked to the Scribe. "Scribe. Set that tablet and chalk down on your chair. You will go and look for Robert. He knows where the church evidence documents are kept. He is to bring them down here, immediately. You shall do this quickly. Are we clear?" the Sheriff ordered him.

"Yes, Milord Sheriff." the Scribe nodded. He stood from the chair, then placed the writing supplies on the seat, as instructed.

"Good. Make it so."

The Scribe nodded, then swiftly left the cell.

"I… don't know what to say, Milord. I should have… handled this differently." Finn spoke softly, suddenly. He was breaking the silence that lasted a few minutes after the Scribe took leave.

"Understatement of the year!" Guy scoffed.

"Indeed, Gis." the Sheriff sneered, while side eyeing Finn. Then, he looked to his prisoner. "Right. We will see. We shall know very soon. In the meantime, you should keep your mouth shut." he said, firmly.

"Didn't you want to know… the truth?" Finn asked. His light blue eyes never broke contact with his.

"I do." he nodded.

"That was also the truth, Milord."

"If that is true, and what you told us is proven to be true, then… we will work on that. Understood?" the Sheriff remarked, firmly, and evasively.

"Uh… yes, Milord. Very well." Finn nodded.

Finn looked down and crouched down against the wall.

Nottingham paced for a bit, then edged in closer to his cousin who was still leaning against the stone wall beside the cell door.

"What are you doing?" Guy whispered, suspiciously.

"Checking everything before making a decision. I'm listening to my gut, Gis. With him… " the Sheriff whispered nodding behind him to Finn. "The answer isn't as obvious as it is with the dubious duo he's been chumming with." a beat. "Trust me." he whispered, firmly. He turned from him and resumed pacing.

Lady Rhiannon was glad that Hildith had come by recently to bring fresh linens for the bed, and towels and cloths for the bath chamber. She had prepared a basket of necessities to take to Lady Aeleanna, and thought she would need to wait for the midwife to come by later in the day before she could deliver it.

"I won't be long, Hildith. I'm only delivering this to Lady Aeleanna. She's in Officer Nigel's chambers, tending to him." Rhiannon said, nodding to the basket she held in her right hand.

"Of course, Milady. How very kind of you to think of her. I'm sure she shall appreciate it." Hildith said.

"Speaking of kind, I hadn't been given the chance to properly thank you." Rhiannon said, softly.

"For what? Minding your son in Lady Gisborne's chambers yesterday?"

"For using a pink blanket to wrap my daughter in. It meant the world to me that you took such care with her. Thank you, Hildith." Rhiannon smiled. Her aqua green eyes glistened as she controlled her tears from falling.

"You are welcome, Milady Rhiannon. You have my condolences." Hildith nodded.

"Thank you." she sniffed, then cleared her throat. "He is asleep now, but you have your instructions should he waken in the brief time I'll be out — "

"Yes, Milady. Check his wee pants and change them if needs be. After that, two drops of his wormwood and mint elixir; then, flip the hour glass." Hildith smiled.

"Perfect. Thank you, Hildith. I won't be very long." Rhiannon said, then she left the chambers.

A few minutes later, she was awaiting an answer to her knock at Nigel's chambers.

The door opened softly. She was pleased to see Lady Aeleanna responded, though the lady looked quite surprised.

"Lady Rhiannon?" Aeleanna asked. "What can I do for you? Do you need your garments back?"

"No. Don't be silly! I brought you more." Rhiannon smiled, nodding to the basket in her hand.

A velvety looking rust coloured gown was folded and placed neatly within it, along with a curious bottle of something white and viscous, as well as a tiny vial, and a hairbrush.

"What?" Aeleanna gasped as she looked down at it. Then, she looked up at her. "My goodness — "

"I'd wager Officer Nigel is not in possession of a lovely fragrant liquid soap that not only works to create bubbles in your bath, but it can also be used on your skin, as well as your hair. Is he?" Rhiannon smirked.

"Really? Where'd you get it?" Aeleanna asked.

"Mortianna. She was part of your paramour's healer team. She is my husband's counsel, and she… brews things. She made it, right here in this castle. It's rose scented and smells and feels like heaven, I swear!" Rhiannon giggled softly, pointing to the bottle.

"Oh, my!" Aeleanna remarked, excitedly.

"And, this… " Rhiannon said, pointing to the vial. "Is lovely rose scented oil to use on your hair. Beside that is an extra hair brush I discovered, which I honestly didn't know I had. And, underneath all of that is a fresh clean gown."

"This is very thoughtful of you, Milady. I can't begin to thank you. Now, I must find the time to fit in a bath."

"Why wouldn't there be time, Lady Aela? Couldn't you just do it when he rests?" Rhiannon pointed out.

"He says he's done with that. Sounding like his usual Nigel self, saying things like, "sleep is for the weak"." Aeleanna said softly with a sigh. She hooked the first two fingers of each of her hands in the air at the mention of Nigel's phrasing. "Today, he's acting like he has ants in his breeches. Says he wants me to take a walk with him later. What? I've a mind to ask his father to slip some dwale into his juice this morning." she sighed.

"Hmm. I suppose that's a good sign, however." Rhiannon mused.

"Until he rips those cursed stitches open!" Aeleanna exclaimed in a whisper.

"Well, look… if you're not given time to enjoy a lovely hot soak in there, you can use my bath chamber. Alright? You must look after yourself, too, Lady Aela. There's no reason he shouldn't permit you such a minor interruption to his beck and call." Rhiannon sighed.

"It's not that he wouldn't permit it, Milady. He needs reining in today!" Aeleanna exclaimed, softly.

"I see. Shall I send for Thomas to come and assist you two? What about Lady Margaret? She should be here by now! Where is Master Rainecourt?" Rhiannon asked.

"He's with Nigel now, in the bedchamber. Don't worry about the other medicus. I'll leave that decision to Nigel's father. Lady Margaret shall be here shortly, I'm sure. I'll let she and Master Rainecourt work that out." Aeleanna said, softly.

"Very well. If you need to, you come on down the corridor and knock anytime. Alright?" Rhiannon pointed out as she passed her the basket.

"Understood, Milady. Thank you, most graciously." Aeleanna smiled as she took the basket from her.

The men were growing impatient while waiting in Finn's cell in the dungeon. The Sheriff stopped his incessant pacing for a time, but was now back at it. It was already past a quarter of an hour since the Scribe left to carry out his task.

"Curses! What's taking them so bleeding long!" the Sheriff huffed.

"I'm sure they'll be here momentarily, Milord." Guy said, attempting to assuage him.

"I suppose that depends where the Scribe had to go to find… this Robert person." Finn said, softly. Then, he looked downcast, realizing he probably shouldn't have spoken.

"You don't know Robert?" the Sheriff asked, suspiciously.

"No." Finn shrugged. "I'm — I was only a… low level Knight… Milord."

"He was present at last night's meeting." the Sheriff sighed.

"Oh. Right. The bloke who was taking notes. The bloke with the banged up face?" Finn asked, surprising even himself as the words tumbled past his lips, seemingly out of his control.

"That would be the one." he sighed, shaking his head.

"Did you do that to him, Milord?" Finn blurted.

"What? No!" the Sheriff exclaimed, harshly. He took in a breath, folding his arms as he he stood and faced him. "You need to keep your mouth shut, Finn. Once Robert arrives with the requested documents, we will know definitively what the next steps shall be. Until then, stop talking."

"Yes, Milord." Finn nodded.

"And, you will also tell me whatever it is you are still withholding. Understood… Finn?"

"Yes, Milord." Finn agreed.

Finally, nearly a half hour later, the Scribe and Robert entered into the cell.

"The documents you requested, Milord. They are all here." Robert nodded, passing them to the Sheriff.

The Sheriff took them and began to unfurl them.

"What are we looking for, Milord?" Robert whispered, nodding to Finn.

The Scribe took his writing supplies from the chair in the corner and resumed his position.

"Notes from meetings and attendance lists of those meetings." the Sheriff said. Next he looked to Guy. "Gis, when did we hire Ancel?"

"Why? What does that have to do with anything?" Guy asked. He squinted his steel blue eyes, curiously.

"You said Faramond was brought on board sometime between Ancel joining us, and when Nic returned. Nic came to us on November ninth. We're checking any meeting that occurred after the time Ancel was hired." the Sheriff said, flatly. "Try and keep up." he added, facetiously.

"Right. It was October twenty third, Milord." Guy said.

"Cheers, Gis." he nodded, then looked to the meeting notes. "So, that narrows it down to two meetings: October thirtieth, and November thirteenth." he quietly said to Robert. Next, he looked to Finn. "Was that Faramond character with the flowy hair with you at the meeting you say you attended on October thirtieth?"

"Yes, Milord. I think he was hired for the stables a day or two before that. I'm sure he mentioned it." Finn nodded.

"Hmm. You and that Ozzy bloke got quite chummy with him expediently, didn't you?" he scoffed.

"I thought he was a… friendly bloke, Milord." Finn shrugged.

"Ha! Right." Nottingham sighed. Then, he looked through the notes for the October meeting.

"There he is, Milord. Listed amongst the attendees. Finn Glanville." Robert pointed to the name on the parchment.

"Yes." the Sheriff said softly, while scanning through the notes of topics discussed.

It was exactly as Finn had described it. The topics that were covered were the same ones Finn had listed.

"Right. Let's see if he turned up at the meeting a sennight ago, in case he's lying to us." the Sheriff said, nodding in Finn's direction.

He quickly scanned through the notes from the Brotherhood fellows' November thirteenth meeting. Finn was not listed in attendance. Osworth and Faramond were listed, however.

The Sheriff looked up, above the documents held in his hands, toward Finn. He passed the documents to Robert while keeping his gaze upon Finn.

Robert took the documents from the Sheriff.

"Alright. Well, surprisingly, everything you just said checks out. That's starting to bode nicely for you, but… we're still not done. Are we… Finn?" the Sheriff said sternly as he walked closer toward him.

"No, Milord. We are… not." Finn sighed. He shook out his soft brown hair and looked downcast a moment.

"What else have you to tell me?"

"I met them at the tavern last Thursday after they were done with their meeting. Osworth was talking to Everard, and another man I'd never seen before, nor since." Finn said.

"His name?" the Sheriff pressed.

"That's the thing. I can't think of his name. If I saw it written, perhaps on that members list — I would know."

"So that you can just pick any old name from it? Ha! A clue: No. Which letter does the name start with? We'll go from there."

"M… I think." Finn shrugged.

"Right." the Sheriff nodded.

Robert passed him the document of the Brotherhood members list. The Sheriff took it from him and looked for given names beginning with that letter.

"Stop me when it comes to you." he said, then looked to the document in his hands. "We have a Mark, a Martinus, Mortimer, Maynard, Milton, Miles, Manfred — "

"That's it, I think. Yes. Manfred. Everard and Osworth also called him 'Manny'." Finn nodded.

The Sheriff went back and passed the document to Robert.

"Take this to the Scribe. I need a check mark beside the names Faramond Draper, and Osworth Orphelin, since we have them now. Then, I need an asterisk beside this name." the Sheriff said, pointing to it on the page. "Manfred Durville."

"Got it." Robert said, taking the document from him. He looked to the Scribe as he walked toward his chair. "I trust you heard that, Percival?"

"Indeed, Robert." the Scribe said, "Except, I'll have to make a note on my tablet. I don't have my quill and ink jar with me. I transcribe the notes on my tablet to parchment when I take the tablet to my office." the Scribe shrugged.

Robert looked to the Sheriff, still holding the document.

"Never mind. You will do it in the Council Quarters when we are done here, Robert." the Sheriff instructed.

"Very well." Robert nodded.

"Can you describe this bloke named Manfred, Finn?" the Sheriff asked.

"Yes. He's quite a bit older than the rest of them. He might even be older than the Priest." Finn opined.

The Sheriff suddenly recalled Slayer speaking about Osworth meeting with Everard and a man he described as looking to be old enough to be Finn's grandsire. Manfred had to be the one Slayer referred to.

"I see. Very well." the Sheriff nodded, then turned and headed toward the door.

He opened it and called out for Joseph.

Joseph arrived within moments.

"Yes, Milord?" Joseph asked.

The Sheriff nodded behind him to Finn.

"Unchain him, Joseph." he said, simply.

"What… will you do with him, Milord?" Joseph asked, trepidatiously.

"He's going to train his ass off today. Even more than you and Aldred. He will be present at your training session, but he and Albert will remain for further training after you two are finished learning the crossbow." the Sheriff said, softly, yet firmly.

"I see." Joseph smiled. He walked into the cell and looked for the appropriate key on his large key ring.

"What's happening?" Finn nervously asked, as Joseph began to unlock the chains.

"Surprise, surprise, Finn. You passed." the Sheriff said. "Don't be too excited by that, however. You've a busy day ahead of you. First, I'm sending you to your rooms to get a good thorough scrub done before your training this afternoon. You need to wash off the stench from the putrid fire starter escapee bloke we brought back here last night." the Sheriff said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Of course. I shall be glad to do so, Milord." Finn nodded.

"You will probably need another bath later in the day because you're going to be perspiring. A lot." he smirked.

"I am?" Finn asked. He stepped away from the wall, rubbing his wrists. He was glad to be free of the chains.

"Yes. Nichol is conducting a training session early this afternoon. Luke and Richard will be assisting him. You will be learning the crossbow with Joseph, Aldred, and Borin, and possibly some new City Watch members. After that is over, you and Albert will stay and learn longbow and blade techniques." the Sheriff said.

"Oh, good. Very well. But… who is Albert, Milord? Don't think I've met an Albert?" Finn asked.

"He means Alfred." Guy smirked.

"Oh. I see." Finn nodded. Then, he looked to Robert. "Don't think I ever met you before the questioning last night?"

"Robert Wordsworth. One of the Sheriff's Advisors, and the Chief Blacksmith." Robert nodded.

"Oh! You're the new Blacksmith!"

"Yes. Since October." Robert said.

"You're the reason we have hauberks, poleyns, couters, and helms that fit us properly now! Grand! I'd shake your hand, but I'd rather wash first." Finn smiled.

"Of course." Robert chuckled.

"Good. Come, Finn. Let's get you out of here. There's much work to do to bring you up above a… "low level Knight"." the Sheriff said, using air quotes with the first two fingers of each of his hands at the mention of Finn's description of his role. He smirked, knowingly.

"Of course, Milord. Thank you." Finn nodded.

"No thanks are needed. This is all you, lad. We're going to work on your skills, and your confidence level, so that next time you find yourself in a… bit of a bind, you will know to approach either myself, my Lieutenant, the Captain, or any of the top men with a problem. Alright? No more of this wondering what you should do about it bollocks. You could even mention it to one of my Advisors. No one should ever wonder what to do around here. Understood?" Nottingham said, firmly.

"Yes, Milord." Finn nodded, grateful to be given a second chance.

They all headed up the stairs and saw both the Captain and his team, as well as Mordrid and his team waiting outside the Council Quarters. The men noticed Finn with them. Some were surprised by that. A few of them nodded to him.

"Good news, men. Finn passed interrogation. He is still employed. We have much work to do with him which will start in a few hours." the Sheriff announced.

"I'm pleased to hear that, Finn." Duke Farnsworth smiled.

"Thank you, Captain." Finn nodded.

"Good job, Finn. Don't get mixed up with any more nefarious people." Mordrid said, with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Never again. You can bet on it." Finn said, firmly.

"Right. You go on up to your rooms, lad. You will come down here shortly after midday, and from there you will be reporting to the training area. Get yourself washed, and fortified. You're going to need all of the strength you can muster. Understood?" the Sheriff said, firmly.

"Yes, Milord." Finn nodded. Then, he turned and headed to the staircase.

"Come, men. You too, Robert. I need you to take care of those notations on the Jesus blokes members list."

"Of course, Milord." Robert nodded.

The Scribe went on his way, taking the tablet with him toward his office, as the rest of them filed into the Council Quarters and took their places at the large table.

"Are you satisfied you made the right choice regarding Finn, my Lord?" Duke Farnsworth opened the discussion, looking to the Sheriff, concernedly.

"No, Duke." the Sheriff scoffed. "I just decided to release him because there's nothing like a loose trebuchet ball to shake things up and complete our team around here." he remarked facetiously, with a sharp exhale. "He passed, Duke. Need I say more?" a beat. "He gave us the truth, and he gave us another name. Those documents Robert is working on in front of him contain the proof to back up his story. Finn is going to be one of us. That is final."

"Of course, my Lord." Duke Farnsworth nodded. "I'm truly pleased to hear it."

"Are we trusting him completely right now, though, Cousin? How are we to keep an eye on him?" Guy asked.

"I've got that covered, Gis. One of the men are going to partner up with him. Shadow him. They shall keep a watchful eye, and they will also teach just by demonstrating their normal actions — what it means to be one of us. He was clearly lacking in that area up until now. As of now, we're going to start moulding him. He's young enough we can do it. He shall work with the best. I've got it all sorted already, Cousin." Nottingham smirked. Then, he straightened his expression and addressed both Guy and the Captain. "Both of you need to calm down. Everything has been carefully considered." he said, firmly.

"Yes, my Lord." the Captain nodded.

"Understood. But… whom do you have in mind to partner with Finn, Milord?" Guy asked, narrowing his deep blue eyes, curiously.

"Good question, Sir Guy." Ancel nodded.

"Damn. I'll say!" Gerad muttered.

"I've someone in mind whom will be perfectly suited for it. It's none of you seated at this table, so… relax. You shall all know soon enough, because someone you well know will be damn near attached at the hip to Finn for a time." the Sheriff smirked. His eyebrow shot north in a knowing gaze.

"Damn! Wonder whom that could be?" Mordrid asked.

"Castor?" Alex suggested.

Nottingham sighed.

"No. He'd probably intimidate Finn." Drake opined. "Maybe… Richard?"

"Good call, mate." Adam grinned.

"Satan's teeth, men! It matters not! Let's get back to the important points of this meeting, shall we?" the Sheriff said, sternly.

Just then, the door opened. The sentry announced that Gregor was here to see him.

"What? Did you not tell him I'm meeting with my men? What is wrong with — "

"He insists you'll want to see him, no matter who you're meeting in here, Milord." the sentry said.

"Does he now? Ha! Send him in, then. This ought to be good!" Nottingham scoffed.

A moment later, Gregor stepped inside.

The Sheriff stood from his chair at the head of the table, folded his arms and looked to the Tax Collector.

"Gregor, what the fuck? I'm in the middle of an important meeting with my men!" he spat.

"My brother has agreed to meet with you regarding City Watch, Milord." Gregor announced.

"Grand. Give his name to the Scribe and arrange an appointment." a beat. "Bye, Gregor." the Sheriff said dismissively with a wave of his hand.

"His name is Godric. He's out in the corridor, Milord." Gregor said.

"What?"

"Perhaps he could meet with you when you're finished here?"

"I've a full schedule ahead of me, Gregor." he sighed. "Fine. Send him in. We'll make this a group interview. I need to get those City Watch numbers up. And, if it doesn't work out… we could use a bit of amusement around here." the Sheriff scoffed, then he took his seat.

A few moments later, Gregor showed Godric into the room. He looked similar to Gregor but was taller, and more muscled, with the addition of a beard.

"Alright. Step outside, Gregor." the Sheriff instructed.

"But, Milord? You've already got a room full of your men with you? Surely you won't mind one more? He is my broth — "

"Exactly, Gregor. He is your brother. You are biased. Also, every man here understands what the work entails. Their opinions matter in this case. Step outside. This won't take long."

"Very well, Milord." Gregor sighed. He nodded to his brother, then took his leave.

After the door closed, Godric spoke.

"Good morrow, Milord. Gentlemen. I'm Godric Ceville. Gregor told me a little about a role you have in mind?"

"Yes. First, let's start with you. What is your background? What are your skills?" the Sheriff asked.

"Right. Well, I fought in the Crusade under the King's banner. Got a lot of experience over there, but I was glad to return to English soil, Milord. I'm good with weapons — a bow, sword, crossbow. I can run, but I'm not keen on it — "

"We hear that one a lot, about the running part. The two I have on City Watch now both commented the same thing. Continue." the Sheriff nodded.

"I can climb, jump. I'm good with using rope. I'm good with language skills, spoken and written. Also, I led a small regiment over there in Jerusalem. Our missions were successful."

"I see. And, you say you're good with handling a crossbow?" he asked.

"I was. Haven't handled one in three years, however. That was when I returned home." Godric pointed out.

"How many… bolts could you fire off in a minute?" Ancel asked, curiously.

"Good question, Ancel." the Sheriff nodded.

"Four." Godric said.

"Very good. Any run ins with lawmen in recent years? Say… ever?" the Sheriff asked, curiously.

"No, Milord."

"What have you been doing since you returned home three years ago?" Guy asked.

"Helping our father with his business while also studying." Godric said.

"What were you studying?" the Captain asked him, curiously.

"I was studying to be a Barrister. I did well with my studies and recently completed them. I was ready to set up practice, but I realized that I think that line of work will bore me. I was at a crossroads, deciding what to do next, when Gregor told me about this." Godric admitted. He sighed, then looked downcast for a moment.

"Hmm. One needs to be quite astute to get through those kind of studies, Milord." Mordrid pointed out.

"Yet, he's built like a Knight. A similar build to… Nigel comes to mind." Gerad added.

"Yes, men. Both points well taken." the Sheriff nodded.

"Do I meet the criteria of what… ever this role is you have in mind, Milord Sheriff?" Godric asked.

"The role is for City Watch, Godric." the Sheriff said. He stood from his chair and walked toward him. "It's a new initiative that is backed by the King. Those on City Watch are officially an extension of the Black Knights. My men cannot be everywhere, so we currently have two on City Watch and are endeavouring to expand it. The role involves enforcing the law. City Watch members are given rights to detain and arrest anyone found to be behaving criminally. Thievery, property destruction, any violent crime involving murder, rape, assault on women, or children. You get the gist, I'm sure." Nottingham said.

"Yes, Milord." Godric nodded.

"What say you? Do you think you can handle it?"

"I know I can, Milord Sheriff." Godric replied, confidently.

"Good. You are officially our third member of City Watch. Training begins today. Return to us after midday. Wait outside these chambers. First, you will be called in for a City Watch meeting. After that, Nichol Burgess, my Advisor and Weapons Specialist, will be conducting a crossbow training session. There will be a group of you going through it." the Sheriff explained.

"Very well."

The Sheriff took a moment to quickly introduce Godric to all of those who were present. Godric started to lose track after about the fifth one.

"We're glad to have you, Godric." the Captain said.

"Indeed. Welcome." Guy smiled.

"We look forward to working with you." Mordrid nodded.

"I agree. Congratulations, Godric." Ancel smiled.

"Thank you, Gentlemen. I look forward to it." Godric nodded to them; though, he did have reservations about only one thing in regards to his new role.

"Good. We are pleased to have you on board with this, Godric. After training, we'll get you sorted with your wages." the Sheriff said.

"Thank you, Milord." Godric nodded, then he took his leave of them.

"Well, that was a surprisingly good start to the day." Duke Farnsworth smiled.

"Indeed, Duke. Was hoping to hear from Gregor, but wasn't expecting to meet with Godric so soon. Perfect. Perhaps… things are beginning to fall into place." the Sheriff said.

"Would that have anything to do with the curious object that's covered by white linen on the table, Milord?" Alex asked, nodding to it.

"We will get to that, Alex. First, I have news. You and Gerad already know this, as well as the Lieutenant and the Captain. Don't think anyone else here knows of this news, though." the Sheriff said.

"What is that, Milord?" Adam asked.

"We got the stumpy bloke last night." he said, matter of factly.

"And, damn. Not only did he smell bad, he seemed like a real live one, too." Gerad scoffed.

"Indeed, Gerad." the Sheriff nodded.

"Oh, right. Ancel and I knew. We visited Nigel last night with Luke and Richard." Mordrid said.

"Yes, Milord. Luke told us about it." Ancel added.

"Good. Yes, I was with Luke and Slayer last night. I put Slayer in charge of it. We had success. The bloke is currently down in the dungeon, in a very bad way. He's stinking up the entire place down there." the Sheriff sneered. He quirked his eyebrow in a knowing glance.

"Damn!" Mordrid frowned.

"I knew it." Ancel scoffed.

"Indeed. The other news is we are meeting with three candidates regarding City Watch later, rather than only two. So, if those interviews go as smoothly as the latest one, we will have increased those numbers considerably in one day." the Sheriff added.

"That is good news, indeed, Milord." Robert smiled.

"Yes. I am hopeful." the Sheriff said. Then, he looked to the Captain's team. "So, Drake, Adam, and Alex, you obviously won't be needed to search in Sherwood for the stumpy bloke, since he's currently literally festering down in the dungeon. Lucky for you — because you would have been sent to the damn Curve." the Sheriff said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"I'm certainly glad to hear that." Drake smiled.

"Indeed. You got that right, mate. Alex damn near fell off the path yesterday!" Adam said.

"It wasn't quite that bad. Is that what he told you?" the Captain chuckled.

"I could have easily went flying, Captain… if not for you and Richard." Alex said, firmly.

"Regardless, your team will still be needed this morning. You will be sent to Nottingham Inn to conduct a search of room four. It's the fourth door on the left of the building, with a siren painted on the door." Nottingham said. He reached into a front pocket of his doublet and produced a key, handing it to Duke Farnsworth. "Here is the key to the room, Duke."

"Of course, my Lord." the Captain nodded, and took the key from him.

"He wasn't occupying the room for very long, but he may have left some things behind. Search those rooms top to bottom." the Sheriff instructed them.

"Will I hand off the key to Erasmus afterward?" the Captain asked.

"When you're satisfied you've cleared the entirety of room four, and have collected whatever evidence he left in there, then you can give the key back to Erasmus." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"It will be done, my Lord." Duke Farnsworth nodded.

"Good." he nodded, then looked to Mordrid. "Now, Mordrid, you and your team will once again head to Thorne's residence near Nettlestone. You will keep your eyes peeled there, and if Brida Thorne leaves, you will follow her. She may have heard from her dearest darling by now. If she leaves, she may lead you to him." the Sheriff instructed.

"Yes, Milord." Mordrid nodded.

"If she heads out of there, should one of us remain outside of their home, in case he shows?" Gerad asked.

"Good question." Ancel nodded.

"I'll leave that to you three to decide."

"Very well, Milord." Ancel said.

"Good. We're almost done. Robert? Did you take care of those notations on the Jesus blokes members list?"

"Yes, Milord. I've put a check beside Faramond's and Osworth's names. Then, I asterisked Manfred Durville, and wrote his shortened name in brackets beside that." Robert nodded.

"Very good. Place those documents in the drawer of the desk in here." the Sheriff directed him, nodding to the desk.

Robert nodded and took the documents over to the desk.

"Hmm. What is the shortened name for Manfred?" Mordrid asked, curiously.

"In this case, it's 'Manny'… rather than 'Fred'." Robert said. He put the documents inside the drawer of the desk, closed it, then returned to the table.

"Interesting. You don't think — " Gerad started to ask Mordrid, but was interrupted.

"It's possible." Mordrid nodded. "It's not the most common of names.

"Oh. I think I know who you mean!" Alex exclaimed.

"Indeed." Drake frowned.

"Do you men know this Manfred person?" the Sheriff asked, pointedly.

"I don't know whom they refer to, Milord." Adam shrugged.

"You would if you saw him, mate." Drake said.

"I'm… not exactly sure, either." Ancel shrugged.

"Because you were busy parlaying with the Brotherhood blokes, Ancel." Mordrid pointed out.

"Oh. I see." Ancel nodded.

"Will one of you fill me in?" the Sheriff demanded.

"On Tuesday night at the tavern, when Luke was called to the stage, he asked for two volunteers to come up and help deliver beats. Percussion, I guess you would call it; before he started playing the first song." Mordrid began.

"He introduced them to the audience as Rowan and Manny." Gerad nodded.

"Seriously?" Guy asked.

"Guess that explains the drumming sound I was hearing with his first tune?" Duke Farnsworth shrugged.

"We couldn't make out the words very well, but we heard it." Guy added.

"You're sure of the names?" the Sheriff asked.

"Yes, Milord. Very sure. He introduced them as he began to play, then he asked everyone to applaud Rowan and Manny at the end of the song." Gerad said.

"Indeed. He did." Drake nodded.

"Hmm. And… another name. Robert?"

"I'm on it, Milord." Robert nodded. He stood from his chair and went back to the desk.

"Describe this Manny bloke to me." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"Older bloke. Kind of short. Wavy, silvery white hair." Gerad said.

"A little on the pudgy side, Milord." Drake added.

"Yes. That's him." Mordrid nodded.

"That's… kind of how Finn described him. A little." Guy scoffed.

"He didn't go into as much detail, but he did say the man might be older than Father Titlittle." the Sheriff smirked.

"I think the lad was nervous, Milord. Understandable." Robert added as he stood at the desk looking through the members list document.

"Is Rowan listed there, Robert?" the Sheriff asked.

"No, Milord. I don't see anyone listed with that given name." Robert said. He placed the document back in the drawer, then returned to his seat.

"Makes sense. Rowan looked to be quite young. Probably a few years younger than even Finn." Mordrid shrugged.

"True. I doubt that would interest him." Gerad added.

"Good. At least a few of you might know this Manfred bloke Finn told us about. Now, one more thing before you men head out." the Sheriff said, then he looked to his brother in law. "You're up, Robert." he smirked.

"Indeed." Robert nodded.

He stood from his chair and walked to the part of the table where the object was placed, covered by a large white linen fabric.

"We have several more of these ready in the armoury. This is one of the new shields, men." Robert said as he removed the cloth. "Come. Take a look at it." he smiled.

Nichol stepped out of his chambers for a much needed stretch of his legs. He had just finished getting the crossbows in order, along with the bolts, his writing supplies, and minute glass, in preparation for the afternoon training session.

He was thinking about his tasks ahead, and also about his lady, when he looked up and noticed Lady Rhiannon, wearing her black velvet cape, heading to the hallway that led to the balcony. Her hood was up, and she wore black leather gloves. She moved swiftly, the cape billowing behind her. Curiously, she was holding a child in her arms. The child was wrapped in a thick black blanket which nicely matched her cape.

Nichol squinted his vivid green eyes, and decided to follow her to the balcony.

She was standing near the parapet pointing out objects in the distance to the child when Nichol walked out on the balcony.

Rhiannon heard his boots clicking on the thick stone floor. She startled, then turned to see who was behind her. She knew it was not her husband.

"Nichol?" Rhiannon asked, visibly taken by surprise.

"Who have you here?" Nichol smiled, nodding to the baby.

"Uh… how much has… he told you?" Rhiannon asked, suddenly.

"Excuse me, Milady Rhiannon?"

"Has he said nothing to you?"

"Yesterday he mentioned you being kidnapped for nine months. That came up when I asked for a wagon, and for the Page to accompany me while I delivered wood to my lady. I pointed out he must have been concerned about you staying warm when you lived at your manor last winter, when he hesitated to grant my request." Nichol explained.

"Is that it?" Rhiannon pressed.

"Wait. There's more?" Nichol asked. Then, he frowned and exhaled a sigh. "He did hint that there was more to say about it, but things have been a bit hectic the last few… days.… " he nodded to the child. "He is not a… consequence of… something your cursed captor did to you… is he?" Nichol asked, softly.

"No. Look at him, Nichol. He is all George. Through and through." Rhiannon nodded.

"Pardon me, but… were you… with child throughout your entire captivity?"

Rhiannon gave him a knowing look.

"One night of passion. That's all it took." Rhiannon said as her eyebrow quirked. "This is what happens, so I would keep that in mind if I were you." she sighed. "I was gone before George awakened after that first night together. Anyway, I wanted you and Luke to know. He was going to handle it." a beat. "Oh. What the hell. It's my story, and you're here now. You may as well know it. I shall be brief — because I'm tired of explaining it, truthfully." Rhiannon said, matter of factly.

Nichol listened intently as Lady Rhiannon began to explain the pertinent points to him regarding the child.

It was approaching mid morning when the Sheriff arrived to the second floor. He was carrying the shield which was still covered by the white linen sheet. He saw Luke up ahead, speaking with a sentry. Luke noticed him, when he caught something in his peripheral vision. The Sheriff nodded for Luke to approach him. Luke nodded, then quickly finished his conversation with the guard.

Soon, he was making his way over to the Sheriff.

"Am I needed after all, Milord?" Luke asked.

The sentry Luke had just talked to walked past them in the direction of the stairs.

"What were you working out with him?" the Sheriff asked, nodding behind him to the guard who just passed them.

"He's sending word to the kitchen for a tray request. He's probably looking for a servant so he can return to his post." Luke said. "So, am I needed?"

"Not yet, but you will be. That's what we need to discuss." he said, quietly.

"Yes. Training, Milord. I haven't forgotten." Luke nodded.

"There will be more than just that, Luke." Nottingham hinted, softly.

Luke narrowed his blue green eyes, curiously.

"What is it Milord?"

"You are going to… shadow Finn."

"What?" Luke asked, shaking his head.

"You shall be partnered with him for a time." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"I see. He passed interrogation." Luke sighed and looked downcast.

"He did. He has had no one to properly teach him. He's been partnered with that completely useless Ozzy bloke! He will relate better to you, Luke."

"Really, Milord?" Luke asked, exhaling sharply.

"Luke, what is your age?" he suddenly asked, surprising Luke.

"What?"

"Just tell me." Nottingham huffed.

"I am twenty one, Milord. Why?" Luke asked, bewildered by the question.

"Finn is only nineteen. He was seventeen when I hired him, and I had no idea. He admitted lying to me about his age when I first met with him." the Sheriff frowned.

"Milord, I was sixteen when my family were killed. That's younger than he was when you hired him. What does it matter?" Luke pointed out.

"You were forced to mature quickly, Luke. Probably raised better than he was, too. Zeus knows, he's clearly not as educated and prepared as you are. Some of the other men won't put him at ease. They'll intimidate him. Do you know he told me this morning that when things got out of hand, and those two treacherous fucks threatened him — he didn't know what to do? Who to tell?" Nottingham pointed out in a whisper. "We must train that bollocks out of him, lad! You're closest to his age. He will better learn from you."

"Curses!" Luke muttered. "How long must I be partnered with him?"

"We shall review this frequently to assess his progress, of course, but… I imagine a fortnight should do — "

"What? You cannot be serious, Milord Sheriff?" Luke sighed.

"You will do this, Luke. You are the best man for the job. Got it?" he said, sternly.

"Yes, Milord." Luke nodded. "Where is he now?"

"He's in his rooms. He was taking a bath, sending for food, and I imagine he's resting now. Your work begins at the training session. Follow Nichol's instruction, but closely observe Finn."

"Alright. Does this mean he's coming with us tonight?"

"Yes. He needs to see how true Black Knights conduct themselves, Luke."

"But, I don't think he's prepared for that, Milord. Sounds like he's been manning the portcullis a long time." Luke pointed out.

"Which is a fairly important role, as you well know, lad. He is joining us tonight. He'll be partnered with you."

"I won't be able to accomplish anything for you with him in tow, Milord." Luke argued.

"You will delegate him to take care of the minor things for you, so that you can do your work." the Sheriff sighed.

"But, I'm meant to be inside the church with Castor for that cursed Brotherhood blokes' meeting. We can't have Finn with us. He'll blow the whole damn thing apart!" Luke exclaimed in a whisper.

"It will work. He is known to some of those Jesus blokes because they tried to rope him in to their cursed cult. He won't even need an alias." the Sheriff reminded him.

"I hope this works. I wasn't nervous about it, but I am now." Luke sighed.

"It will. Be at ease, Luke. I need to visit with Nigel now."

"Are you going to tell him about the plans for tomorrow night?"

"Yes, among other things." the Sheriff said, nodding to the shield he was carrying.

"Good. I will talk to him after you see him." Luke said.

"About plans for your music?" the Sheriff asked.

"No. I'm going to surprise him with that — if he can come. If he decides he's fit for it, I'll arrange for Lady Aeleanna to meet with Floria today about a new gown for it." Luke said, softly.

"Good idea, lad. I'm sure they will both appreciate it. I'm hoping he's feeling better today." a beat. "So, are we clear? About Finn?"

"Yes, Milord." Luke nodded.

"Good. I'll see you later. I will stop by the training session this afternoon to see how things are faring there."

"I figured you would, Milord. I'm going to speak to Floria about that now." Luke nodded, then went on his way.

The Sheriff turned and headed toward Nigel's door. Before he could get to it, Leofwin opened it and stepped out, dressed as if he were leaving.

"Oh. Good morrow, Milord Sheriff. Were you coming here?" Leofwin asked. He looked to the covered object the Sheriff was holding, curiously.

"Yes, Leofwin. I thought I'd check in on Nigel. If he's not too tired, I have some things to tell him, and something to show him, as well." he said, nodding to his hands.

"I see. He doesn't seem to be tired. He's acting like he has ants in his breeches today, quite frankly." Leofwin sighed.

"Are you… leaving? Already? Is that wise?" the Sheriff asked.

"I'm heading to my manor to get something for Nigel that he has asked for. Don't be concerned that it will take up space here. It's quite small." Leofwin smiled. "It's much faster for me to do it than send a message to Noah to take care of it." he added.

"I see. Is Thomas in there, then?"

"No. He's not needed for a time. Lady Margaret is in the den, studying from several books. Aela is currently occupied in the bath chamber, thanks to Lady Rhiannon. Aela was quite pleased about it." Leofwin smiled.

"Really? What did my wife do now?" the Sheriff smirked.

"She brought Aela a basket of necessities this morning. Another gown, a bottle of liquid soap, a hairbrush, and some special oil, or some damn thing for her hair. Not sure how that works, but Aela was quite thrilled about it." Leofwin chuckled.

"Good. You sure now is a good time to visit Nigel?"

"Yes. Maybe you can encourage him to try to… take opportunities to rest, Milord. He's itching to push himself. I can see it. I don't want him overdoing it. But, you know him." Leofwin frowned.

"Indeed. He never needs encouragement from anyone else. He has his own standards he aims to exceed on a regular basis." the Sheriff said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Indeed. I'll leave you to it. I must be off. I must aim to get this done as expediently as possible — so I can return and help to… rein him in." Leofwin said.

Leofwin opened the door again and poked his head inside to speak to the midwife.

"Lady Margaret? Milord Sheriff is coming in to see Nigel now. You can remain out here until you're needed." Leofwin instructed her.

"Very well, Master Rainecourt." the Sheriff heard her respond.

The Sheriff bid him a safe journey then proceeded inside Nigel's chambers.

Moments later, he knocked on the bedchamber doors.

"I'm busy just now, Lady Margaret. I just need a few moments." Nigel called out.

The Sheriff quietly opened the door, and was a bit stunned to see what his Knight was up to.

Nigel was crouched in front of a chair on the far side of the bed. His knees were bent, feet flat on the floor, his back against the edge of the seat of the chair. He was firmly holding the seat of it with his hands, and using his arms to push his body up and down repeatedly against the seat of the chair.

The Sheriff smirked, shaking his head, thinking the man clearly exercises a little too much.

"It's not Lady Margaret, lad." Nottingham chuckled and stepped inside.

Nigel paused a moment, still in position, and looked to the Sheriff.

"Come in, Milord. Don't tell the midwife what I'm doing. I just need to do a few more of these, if you don't mind. I'm way behind in my training, Milord." Nigel said. "That… doesn't bode well for either of us if I don't get back in the game." he added.

"I see. Carry on, then. Does this mean you're feeling better?"

"It's still quite tender, but I don't personally give a fuck… if you'll pardon my language, Milord. If I don't keep up with this… very mild form of training, I won't be any use to you." Nigel said with a knowing quirk of his brow, as he continued his arm exercises.

"I see. Right. Well, since it appears your working your arms, I'll permit it." he scoffed. He walked closer toward him and sat in a chair close by.

"What's that you're holding in your lap, Milord?"

"It's a new shield, Nigel. Robert and his team forged this one, and twenty nine more of them are in the armoury, ready when we need them." the Sheriff said. He uncovered the shield and held it up to show to him.

"Sweet! Looks great, Milord. I just need to do about twenty more of these babies, then I'd like to hold it and test the way it feels, if that's agreeable?" Nigel asked while he continued.

"That is fine, lad." Nottingham smirked, quite captivated to watch Nigel in action. He'd never witnessed him training before now.

"Thirty." Nigel muttered under his breath as he pushed with his arms bringing his body up.

"Yes, lad. There's thirty altogether." the Sheriff said, nodding to the shield in his lap.

"Of course, Milord. But, I was counting my movements." Nigel explained.".

"Right. Of course, you were." the Sheriff muttered.

"How did that thing go at the portcullis?" Nigel asked.

"Richard tells me you know Finn and Osworth?"

"Yes, Milord. Not well, but I know them." Nigel nodded. "Thirty six." he muttered, under his breath.

"Well, it turns out, a new hire in the stables was one of the Jesus blokes. He managed to convince that Ozzy bloke to join in, and the two of them, plus Father Titlittle did their damndest to rope Finn into the cursed cult of cretins, too." the Sheriff explained.

"Forty one." Nigel said, softly. "Damn! That's not good! But, you say they almost convinced Finn. Does that mean Finn isn't a part of it?"

"Yes. We questioned him twice. Everything checked out. The documents Mordrid, Luke, Castor, and Nichol brought back from the church search confirmed everything Finn told us."

"Oh, good. So, Finn is still employed?"

"Yes. He's going to be training his ass off beginning today, and he will be partnered with Luke for a fortnight." the Sheriff said.

"Damn! Now I'm kind of glad I was injured — so I can skip out on that bunch of bollocks!" Nigel chuckled. "Forty eight." he muttered softly as he raised himself up using his arms.

"I wouldn't have chosen you to do it, Nigel. Finn isn't ready for… you, yet." the Sheriff smirked.

"I see. Point taken." Nigel nodded. "Aaand, fifty. Good!" he said, pulling himself to stand. "Alright. let me see that shield, Milord." he said as he moved closer to the Sheriff.

The Sheriff noticed that Nigel held his belly where the wound was located. He handed the shield off to him. Nigel held it in his left hand, then switched it to his right.

"It's much lighter in weight than I thought it would be, Milord." Nigel remarked, as he kept switching from one hand to the other.

"Yes. They were tested by Robert's team, and then two of the men tested them again last night when Robert and his men presented them to us at last night's meeting. Those who were present questioned the durability since they are light in weight." the Sheriff explained.

"I see. Nice touch with the Nottingham crest, too, Milord. I like it! These are going to be most helpful." Nigel said as he passed it back to the Sheriff.

The Sheriff took it from him. Then, he was stunned when Nigel knelt on the floor, and positioned himself prone with his palms planted firmly on the floor. He also noticed a pair of small leather straps wound in perfect rings, as well as a couple of tiny looking pillows that were neatly placed under the chair. He had no idea what those were doing there, but he decided to address the obvious.

"Lad? What the hell are you doing?" he asked, quite incredulous how Nigel went from return of the dead the day before — to this.

Nigel used his arms to lift his body up from the floor.

"It's time for push ups, Milord." Nigel said, matter of factly.

"What? You really need to take it easy, lad." the Sheriff advised.

"Six." Nigel muttered softly, pushing himself up. "Can't stop, Milord. It's important I get these completed."

"Satan's teeth! It's like watching that trio of cursed pendulums swinging on that obstacle course you built — watching you." Nottingham sighed.

"Perhaps you should think about joining us for… thirteen… " he said softly, raising his body upward once more. "Training, Milord? Your body might be sore for a day or two, but… seventeen… I swear, you get accustomed to it! Then, soon… you'll look forward to it. It's great! Can't quite describe it, but, I love it!" Nigel explained, excitedly.

"Right. Not sure I'm ready for your brand of training, Nigel."

"You must try. Work with me when the smothering healer posse spring me from these cursed rooms. It shall be… twenty five… fun, Milord. I swear!" Nigel grinned.

"We shall see." the Sheriff sighed. "Now, let's talk about… your birthday."

"Thirty." Nigel muttered under his breath with his push up. "Wait. How the fuck does everyone seem to know about my birthday around here? Did my father announce it to the whole damn town?"

"We're having a get together tomorrow evening in the Dining Hall. You will be the honoured guest. Lady Aeleanna and your father are welcome. Some of your mates will be there. The Captain. As well as — "

"Are you serious?" Nigel asked, incredulously. "Thirty seven." he muttered as his pushed his body up from the floor.

" I am." the Sheriff said, simply.

"Forty." Nigel counted, softly.

"Nigel, would you stop this nonsense for a moment? I swear, you're starting to make me dizzy!" he huffed.

"I'm only doing fifty, Milord. I'll be done in a moment. I usually do two hundred of them. Even that needs improvement." Nigel frowned.

"Of course, it does." the Sheriff sighed.

"Who else will be there, Milord?" Nigel asked.

"Myself and Lady Rhiannon, of course; Gis and his wife, Lady Meridwyn; Robert and his wife, Lady Isabelle; Nichol and his new lady friend, Lady Kaeliss. I'm thinking of inviting Slayer and Safforus; plus… Prince John, and his wife, Isabella, the Countess of Gloucester." the Sheriff announced, casually.

"Fifty." Nigel said softly, then stood before him. "Wait… what now?" he asked, incredulously.

"You heard me." the Sheriff grinned.

"Why would I be the honoured guest when there will be royalty amongst us, Milord? That's… going to be… weird." Nigel said.

He sat on the chair and bent down, then he reached under the chair and grabbed the tiny pillows and the leather straps. He began fastening the small pillows to his ankles using the leather straps.

"The hell are you doing now?" the Sheriff asked, curiously.

"Time for leg raises, Milord. These sacks are filled with sand. They're only a couple of pounds each. A child could use them." Nigel sighed.

"What? Can you not just… sit still? Satan's teeth, Nigel! If I give you an order to stop this pure and absolute bollocks you're up to… will you do it then?" Nottingham huffed.

"With all due respect… no, Milord. I refuse to just waste the fuck away in this cursed room — while I "heal" and follow the strict rules and regulations of the cursed smothering healer posse!" Nigel exclaimed in a whisper. He made air quotes using the first two fingers of each of his hands as he referred to wording the physicians and midwife used regarding his recovery.

The Sheriff shook his head slowly as he observed Nigel rapidly raising and lowering his calves.

"Twenty five." Nigel said, softly.

"That's what you need to do, Nigel. Heal. You keep carrying on this way, you may cause damage to yourself. Your father is right to be concerned about you opening your wound. I'm sure he would advise you to resume your normal routine… in moderation." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"Moderation? This is moderation. It's actually less than moderation. It's pitiful compared to my usual routine, but it's a start, so I'm going with it. It's good for the body, and I like to do it. It makes me happy." Nigel explained. "Thirty six." he muttered, softly.

"Curses, lad! You're not well!" the Sheriff exclaimed.

"It's fine, Milord. You don't understand. Sometimes, the feeling I get during and after training is better than even… well, you know. Don't know if it would be the same for you. Suppose that might depend on how good the other thing generally is for you?" Nigel mused. He squinted his green eyes, frowning as he pondered that, while repeatedly raising and lowering his legs.

"Right. Well, do you think you will be fit for that? Perhaps we should revisit that idea on the morrow. After all of this codswallop I just watched you perform, I'm quite certain that you're going to feel like you were run over by a wagon by then." Nottingham pointed out with a sigh.

"I'll be good for it, Milord. I'll be ready for you in no time, too. Especially, once they start feeding me around here." Nigel frowned, shaking his head. "Fifty." he muttered softly.

He bent forward and began to unfasten the straps from his ankles.

"Very well. I will still double check this with you on the morrow." the Sheriff said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Understood. Did you have anything else you wanted to tell me, Milord? I feel so damn detached from everything." Nigel said. He set the straps and sacks of sand aside, then held his belly, above the location of the dressing.

The Sheriff observed Nigel close his eyes briefly and grimace. He bent his head forward in an effort to conceal it, but the Sheriff noticed it, notwithstanding.

Nigel took in a breath and looked up at the Sheriff.

"If I say much else you're liable to bounce off the walls, upping that cursed training of yours even more." the Sheriff frowned.

"Ooh… that doesn't feel good. Not sure if that was the push ups, or leg lifts that did that? Curses! I still need to do the damn chin ups, and sit ups." Nigel muttered, softly. He grabbed his belly again.

"The hell do you mean by chin ups?" the Sheriff asked, incredulously.

"See that beam going across the ceiling? All I need to do is jump, grab it, then pull myself up and down to it about fifty times. Which is still… a poor effort. But, damn. It hurts… " Nigel said, exhaling sharply as he held his belly.

The Sheriff stood from his chair. He set the shield on a table beside the chair and walked toward his Knight.

"Nigel. Come. You must recline on the bed now." he said, firmly. He placed a hand on Nigel's shoulder.

"I hate to say it, but… I won't argue with that." Nigel frowned.

Nigel stood and walked over to the bed. He gently sat down and slowly lifted his legs to the mattress.

"Damn it! When does this bollocks end?" Nigel huffed.

"When you're ready, Nigel. You're not quite there… yet." the Sheriff said. "Now, when I saw you last night, you said you wanted to discuss something with me. Do you still need to? Or, should we put that on hold until we get a drop of opium into you?" he asked.

"I don't need poison to talk to you about this, Milord. I'm clear minded regarding the matter." Nigel nodded.

"I see. What is on your mind, lad?" the Sheriff asked him. He seated himself on a chair beside the bed, as Nigel took in a breath and reclined against his pillows.

"I need to make this quick, Milord. It's something I'm now firm on, and I'm hoping you will be agreeable to it… " Nigel began.

A short time later, the Sheriff took the shield to his office to keep it safe. He took a moment to look at the wagon that Guy had left in there for the child, admiring the craftsmanship. He put the shield away, placing it in a locked cupboard in there, then stepped out of the room, locking the door. Almost immediately, the Scribe was there to see him. He held a scroll in his hand.

"I thought you were transcribing notes onto parchment from Finn's interrogation?" the Sheriff pointed out, wondering how the man always seemed to be able to find him no matter where he might be.

"It is done, Milord. Those notes await you in the Council Quarters. A missive just arrived for you, it's from the — "

"Let me guess. Geoffrey Fitz Peter, the Justiciar of England." he said.

"Indeed, Milord. It seems you were expecting it." the Scribe said, passing the scroll to him.

"Yes. Prince John got word to me first. That's fine. And, see me later. I need to arrange something with you for dusk." he said, evasively. He took the scroll from him and dismissed him.

The Scribe nodded, then took his leave.

The Sheriff broke the wax seal and unfurled the document. He quickly glanced through it. Everything the Prince had told him was covered in the letter.

He rolled it and placed it in a pocket of his doublet. He hoped his men would be prepared for what was headed their way. He also hoped the meeting with the three candidates for City Watch would go as smoothly as the unexpected meeting with Godric; and he also hoped that Nigel would be able to return to his duties within a sennight.

Lady Margaret was annoyed when a knock on the door of Officer Nigel's chambers startled her. She had just entered the den to grab her bag. She'd had her hands full for the last half hour or so, ever since the Sheriff took his leave, carrying that curiously large unknown object out with him. Before he left, he told her that Nigel was having some pain. Then, it was revealed Nigel had been exercising through most of Milord's visit.

"Good day, Lady Margaret." Luke nodded. "I'm here to see Nig — "

"It's not a good time, Officer Luke. He's in a right state!" Lady Margaret huffed, folding her arms.

She somehow extended out her bottom lip and managed to blow some stray tendrils from her eyes. Luke concealed a grin.

"Shall I summon Thomas? What's going on?" Luke asked.

"He's having some pain. That's not the problem. The problem is his mood. He's fit to be tied in there, Officer Luke, and I do not jest!" she sighed, nodding behind her, indicating the bedchamber.

"Is it that bad? Where's Master Rainecourt? Is he with him?" Luke pressed her.

"He stepped out for a time. He will return later." she said.

"Then, you need Thomas!"

"It's a normal response to his reckless disregard of his post operative instructions. And… I mean reckless! He's angry about it, and itching to get out of that bed. It's like he has ants in his breeches. I'm about to force feed him a drop of opium, just to calm him down." she said with a knowing quirk of her brow.

"Sounds like you might need a hand, Lady Margaret. I need to see Nigel and Lady Aeleanna about something. I'll be quite brief. In the meantime, I'll help by convincing him to take a drop of it. Fair?" Luke suggested.

"Alright. Come in, then." the midwife nodded as she held the door for him. "Be prepared, however. He's in a… bad mood."

"I can imagine." Luke nodded, resisting the urge to smirk.

Luke followed behind her as she approached the bedchamber doors.

"If that's, Noah, Lady Margaret, tell him I'm not in." Nigel called out.

She opened the door and announced Luke's arrival.

"Oh. Alright then. Send him in." Nigel nodded.

Lady Margaret gestured for Luke to go ahead of her, then she followed him inside.

"Wait. What are you doing, Lady Margaret?" Nigel frowned. He was reclined against pillows, on top of his bed. Both of his knees were raised, Luke observed.

Lady Aeleanna sat on a chair beside the bed, She was dressed in a rust coloured velvet gown. Her normally blonde wavy hair was wet, but was fashioned into a chignon.

"I'm going to administer a drop of opium." Lady Margaret said, flatly. She proceeded closer to the bedside.

"If you want to administer anything, here's an idea: how about administering some bleeding nourishment around here?" Nigel demanded.

"It's been many hours since you took a drop. You overdid it earlier, and now you need it. We shall get you settled first, then we can talk about food." Lady Margaret said, firmly.

"Look, if I'm going to die of anything, it will be starvation. A body cannot heal in a starved state. How the hell do you not know this?" Nigel huffed, exasperated by the number of times he tried to explain this point.

"You are not starving. Goodness! Just last night, you ate broth — "

"Bollocks! Broth. Bah! You must be jesting. One cannot eat something which cannot be chewed. It's liquid! I was supposed to dine with Leanna two nights ago. Those plans were rudely interrupted. Send for a tray." Nigel instructed.

"Nigel, you should probably listen to her." Aeleanna said, softly.

"Damn it! Not you, too, Aeleanna!" Nigel admonished.

"You'll probably feel more like eating if you get that pain settled." Luke said.

"Figures you'd advocate for me to take poison, kid. Don't need it." Nigel said, shaking his head. He bent his head forward as he held his belly, his knees still raised.

"Your lips are saying one thing. The rest of you reads completely differently, Nigel." Luke said. He raised his eyebrow at him, knowingly.

"I don't want to take it. I… shouldn't need it!"

"By rights, you shouldn't be here. But, you are. And, because of that, you need it right now. You'll be more fit to take nourishment. One drop won't harm you." Luke advised.

Nigel paused a moment, then looked to the midwife.

"If I agree to one drop, will you send for a tray?"

Lady Margaret sighed.

"Very well." she nodded.

After she passed him the vial, he took a drop then gave it back to her. She put the vial in her bag, then turned to head toward the doors.

"I want fluffy scrambled eggs. Not dry bits. Two strips of ham with a thin coating of brown sugar, a slice of cheese, a slice of bread. No butter. No butter on anything. Tea. Juice. That should just about do — "

"Nice try, Officer Nigel." Lady Margaret said, whirling around to face him.

"This is a bunch of pure bollocks!" Nigel exclaimed.

"I'm sending for scrambled eggs, bread, juice, and I'm still deciding on cheese. We shall see." she said, firmly.

"Fu — damn it!" Nigel spat.

Lady Margaret looked to Luke and Aeleanna.

"In my line of work, I'm often in charge of soothing very fussy, screaming babies. Take a guess which is easier to handle — an upset, screaming infant? Or… him?" she said with a knowing quirk of her brow, nodding to Nigel.

"Point taken." Luke chuckled.

Lady Aeleanna looked down and stifled a giggle.

"I'm quite certain you'd be irate, too, Lady Margaret — if food was being withheld from you." Nigel huffed.

"I'll send for your tray." Lady Margaret said, flatly.

Then, she turned and headed out of the bedchamber.

"Damn it! This is absolutely ridiculous!" Nigel huffed. He grabbed his goblet from the table beside him and took some generous swills from it. "Cursed poison tastes almost as bad as that liquid human waste they keep forcing on me!"

"Yes. It's not pleasant." Luke agreed.

Nigel set the goblet on the table. He began to relax, resting his arms at his sides.

"It will be fine, Nigel. Try not to excite yourself. I should leave you two for a time." Aeleanna said, nodding to Luke. She began to get up from her chair.

"No. Be seated, Milady." Luke said.

Nigel looked at him, curiously.

"Oh. Very well." Aeleanna nodded, then settled herself back on the chair.

"What's this about, kid?" Nigel asked. He narrowed his green eyes, suspiciously.

"I take it you know about the party?" Luke asked him.

"Indeed." Nigel sighed.

"What's this about a party?" Aeleanna asked, curiously. She looked to each of the men.

"Oh, right. We're invited to one. Tomorrow night. The guest list is insane, frankly." Nigel scoffed.

"We are? Whose ludicrous idea was that? For God's sake, Nigel! You need your rest!" she pointed out.

"It's for his birthday. The Sheriff wished to honour him." Luke nodded.

"I'm well aware it's Nigel's birthday. And, it's highly important to me that he shall enjoy many, many more of them. He nearly left us permanently only two days ago!" Aeleanna exclaimed.

"I'm fine, Leanna. Be at ease now." Nigel said, softly.

"He understands that, Milady. It's going to be sort of… subdued. It's basically just dining, then… light entertainment." Luke explained.

"Subdued? My ass, it will be!" a beat. "Let's get back to the guest list." Nigel pointed out with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"What do you mean, my love?" Aeleanna asked, curiously.

"Good thing you're seated. Prince John, and his wife, Isabella, the Countess of Gloucester will be there." Nigel said. He shook his head and scoffed.

"Excuse me?" Aeleanna asked, incredulously. She looked to both of the men.

"It's true." Luke sighed.

"Oh." Aeleanna muttered.

"How the fuck did this transpire, kid? I know he didn't invite a royal couple for my sake." Nigel pressed.

"Milord already had plans with them. But, when he found out it was your birthday he was insistent on having a party — " Luke started to say, but was cut off.

"Can't remember being present for a birthday celebration for any of the other men." Nigel shrugged.

"When he was reminded of the plans he had made with Prince John, he said something to the effect of… one had shot him with an arrow, the other took an arrow for him, and that it wasn't hard to prioritize whom should come first." Luke said. "I can't recall anyone else throwing themselves in front of him to act as his shield in recent memory." he pointed out with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"I see. Still a bit weird, but… here we are." Nigel shrugged.

"Nigel, I don't think you'll be fit for it." Aeleanna frowned.

"We'll keep it brief. I have to, anyway. Those cursed leeches only last so long, and I don't feel like carrying around a flask of that vile liquid human waste, which they've been pushing on me far too frequently." Nigel pointed out.

"Are you certain?" she asked.

"Are you bleeding arguing with me?" Nigel admonished. Then, he took a breath and sighed. "Yes, I'm certain. It's an excuse to escape these rooms."

"Very well. Hmm. Now, I must decide what to wear. But, I don't think I have anything grand enough for such an occasion?" Aeleanna remarked, anxiously.

"Figures that would concern you more than, oh, I don't know… speaking to them?" Nigel sighed.

"And, that's why I'm here." Luke hinted.

"What the hell are you on about, kid?" Nigel asked, curiously.

"I know the Sheriff's new hire. The one I told you about, Nigel." Luke said, then looked to Lady Aeleanna. "Her name is Floria. She is Madam Oberon's assistant. She is a Seamstress, too. Designs and creates all of her own garments. She's very talented. She will be pleased to assist you with that, Milady. I already mentioned it to her." Luke smiled.

"Really?" Aeleanna asked. My! People are so thoughtful around here!

"Yes. She can have a new gown made for you for the event… as long as your requests for it aren't too fussy, she said." Luke explained.

"I would be most grateful. Thank you." Aeleanna smiled. "I shall wait for Master Rainecourt's return. I don't want to leave Nigel until he is here."

"I'll be fine, Leanna." Nigel said.

"I'm not leaving you." she said, firmly.

"Very well." he smiled.

"In case Master Rainecourt arrives when I'll be occupied, I'll direct you to her rooms, Milady. Floria is expecting you. If he arrives back before midday, summon me. I will take you to her." Luke said.

"Very well. I truly appreciate this, Officer Luke." Aeleanna smiled.

"Cheers, kid." Nigel nodded.

"You're both welcome." Luke smiled. "Quick question before I leave you." he said, addressing Nigel.

"What is it?" Nigel asked, curiously.

"What did Lady Margaret mean when she said you overdid it earlier?"

"Milord must have told her." Nigel huffed.

"Told her what, Nigel?" Aeleanna asked.

"I was… exercising. Nothing major. Just some push ups, leg raises, working my arms… " Nigel muttered and looked downcast. He finally lowered his knees and relaxed his legs.

"WHAT?" Aeleanna demanded.

"You can't be serious?" Luke asked, a bit astonished by Nigel's admission.

"Of course, I am serious. I'm two days behind in my training." Nigel said.

"Try and take it easy, Nigel. It might be too soon for that." Luke advised.

"I'll aim for a more modified plan for it on the morrow. Which is ridiculous, because I already modified it. A lot. But, I know my body better than anyone. So, I listened to it, even though I wanted to fight it. It's fine. Don't concern yourselves with it." Nigel said, dismissively.

"I see. Very well." Luke nodded.

"And, not a word to Father about this, Aeleanna!" he warned her.

"Don't think it's me you need to worry about, Nigel." Aeleanna smirked, nodding to the bedchamber doors, indicating the midwife on the other side of them.

"Fuck. You're right. She's going to spill everything! Curses!" Nigel huffed.

Outside was cold, this day. Not too cold, but cold enough for snow to fall, which was portended by the appearance of the sky. Still a whitish grey colour, It was giving a grand introduction to the people of Nottingham that perhaps they should brace themselves for winter.

Lady Rhiannon was on her way back to the castle, walking through the clearing between the wooded area and the labyrinth of hedges at the rear of the castle, having just finished practicing with her longbow. She wasn't even minding trudging through the deep snow, and inhaled the crisp clean air, pleased to be afforded some time to herself. It was all due to Hildith, who kindly offered to return after the child's feeding to give her "a break", as Hildith put it. Rhiannon was growing increasingly grateful that she swallowed her pride the day before, and told Hildith the truth of the matter. The woman was more attentive to Rhiannon than ever before as a result.

Soon after she entered into the castle and was about to head to the staircase, she noticed Sir Guy speaking with Robert and Nichol in the corridor outside of the Council Quarters. She needed a word with Gisborne, so she took the hood of her cape from her hair, and proceeded toward them. Robert's left side was facing her. She suddenly noticed the bruising and small cuts on his face. She took a deep inhale and sighed.

"Good day, Gentlemen." Rhiannon said as she approached them.

"Good morrow, Milady." Guy smiled.

"Milady." Nichol nodded, with a knowing gaze, unobtrusive to the other two men.

"Good day." Robert said, softly. He looked downcast and sighed.

"Robert, what in God's holy hell happened to your face?" Rhiannon demanded.

"Language, Sis!" Robert admonished, quietly.

Guy and Nichol regarded each other with amused expressions on their faces, then both began to quietly chuckle.

"My God, Brother. Look at me!"

Robert sighed, then raised his head and looked into her eyes.

"What the hell?" Rhiannon exclaimed.

"Mind your language… Sister." Robert said, with a scornful gaze.

"What on earth happened? Why won't you speak of it?" a beat. "Did my husband have anything to do with it?" Rhiannon asked, narrowing her eyes, suspiciously.

"No, Rhiannon." Robert sighed.

"Wait. Did… Isabelle do that?"

"What? No!" Robert said, sternly.

"It's not completely inconceivable, Robert. She has been behaving rather queerly of late." Rhiannon pointed out.

Robert exhaled sharply. He closed his eyes briefly as he shook his head.

"He took a… wee spill." Nichol chimed in. He looked to Robert. "Isn't that what you told us, Robert?"

"I think he described as a wee fall, Nic." Guy pointed out.

"Really? From what?" she pressed, then looked to her brother. "A fall down the stairs? Into a door? A stone wall? Has Thomas seen this?" Rhiannon demanded as she pointed to the injured area.

"I just tripped… and fell. It's fine, Rhiannon. You mustn't worry yourself. I am just fine." Robert said, firmly.

"It looks like hell, Robert! Looks like you were involved in a cursed tavern brawl! Why on earth would you not use your arms to brace yourself for the fall — like any normal person would?" she asked, incredulously.

"Again. Language." Robert sighed.

"Man up, Brother. For God's sake! There's more to be offended by these days then a person's vocabulary." Rhiannon sighed.

"Hmm. I think if I had a sister like that, she probably wouldn't be here by now." Nichol whispered to Guy. He raised an eyebrow in a knowing glance, while side eyeing Lady Rhiannon.

"Understood." Guy said, softly. He scoffed.

"Sure, Sis. Perhaps you should woman up and be the lady you were raised to be." Robert said, flatly.

"Go, Robert!" Nichol whispered to Guy. He looked down and softly chuckled.

"You're bad, Nic." Guy said, softly. He attempted to stifle a chuckle.

"What did you just say?" Rhiannon asked, quite surprised her brother had openly admonished her.

"Look, we will discuss this another time. I need to get back to the armoury, then return here for midday. That doesn't give me much time." Robert said. Then, he looked to the men. "I will see you both in an hour."

The men nodded, then Robert went on his way.

"I'm going to go up and gather my supplies. I prefer to have them with me for the meeting, to avoid heading up there afterward. This way, I'm prepared for the training session." Nichol said to Guy.

"Very well. I'll see you at the meeting. Oh. Cheers for the adjustment to the training order for this afternoon's session." Guy smiled.

"I got you, Gizzie." Nichol grinned at him, with a wink of an eye.

Nichol nodded to them both, then took his leave of them.

"Shall I walk you up, Milady? I'm going to see Meridwyn." Guy explained.

"Very well. I wished to speak to you, anyway." Rhiannon said.

"I see. What about, Milady?" Guy asked as they began to walk toward the staircase.

"Would you be agreeable to lending your palfrey for Isabelle's riding lesson this afternoon, since Meridwyn cannot be there to supervise?" Rhiannon asked.

They began to make their way up the stairs.

"It's fine, Lady Rhiannon. I know you'll take good care of her. I do believe my wife was there in case you needed assistance with Lady Isabelle. Not because there was concern about the horse." Guy pointed out.

"Yes, Sir Guy. That is true, but it feels a bit strange since it's your horse. I'd use mine, but Isabelle isn't ready for Sugarstar. Hmm… actually, Sugarstar isn't ready for Isabelle, I would reckon."

"You may have a point." Guy chuckled.

"It might be good experience to get Isabelle accustomed to riding through snow. Not that she'll be going faster than a trot, I assure you." Rhiannon explained.

"Understood. You have my blessing, Lady Rhiannon. It will be good for the horse to get some exercise. Especially, since we don't have a trainer anymore. I know you're good with horses." Guy smiled.

They reached the top of the staircase and began to walk the corridor of the second floor.

"What do you mean… we don't have a trainer anymore?" Rhiannon asked.

"We're… looking for a replacement." Guy said, smoothly. "Something came up with the new guy in the stables."

"Oh. I see." she muttered.

Rhiannon nodded, but she didn't quite understand what he was getting at. She didn't know what Sir Guy meant about that, and even more importantly, she knew there was more to the story of how her brother injured his face. He was too smart to not brace himself when he knew he was falling. It was a natural instinct for anyone to protect their head during a fall. What really happened? Did someone hit him? Punch him? Or, did Robert pass out? Is he… unwell? She wondered if he caught something from Isabelle?

Duke Farnsworth's team had arrived at Nottingham Inn. They stood at the door as the Duke fished the key out of his pocket.

"Kind of strange he sent four of us to inspect this room. Or, I guess it's technically more than just one room in there, but still… " Alex pondered.

"I thought he might just send two here, and the other two would go with Mordrid." Adam shrugged.

"We're here now, men. Let's just get this done." the Captain said as he slipped the key into the lock.

"Nice artwork on these doors, though. Can't tell if I like the siren better, or the archer?" Drake said.

"I like the lion." Alex smiled.

"I can't decide between the stag's head, or the mermaid." Adam added.

Duke Farnsworth opened the door and led the men inside.

"Oh! Sweet Christ on a wagon! How would it still reek in here when the bloke was here last night?" Adam pointed out. He covered his nose and mouth with his palm.

"And, Milord mentioned he wasn't in here very long. What the hell?" Alex asked.

"Curses! I hope that bloke doesn't have anything catchy!" Drake exclaimed.

"You mean… like, the flux? Because it kind of smells like he's suffering with it." Adam sneered.

"Look, men, I know this is a bit unpleasant, but we have work to do. I doubt we will find much, but, Alex, you look in the bath chamber. Drake, you will look in the bedchamber. Adam and I will search this sitting room. Let's go. The sooner we accomplish this, the quicker we can leave." Duke Farnsworth directed them.

The men nodded and immediately began their tasks.

Mordrid's team we're in stealth position within the tree line at Gunter Thorne's property. They had arrived fifteen minutes prior. This time, Gerad was tasked to look through windows to see if he could tell who was present inside.

After a time, he returned to them.

"Well? Any luck in there?" Mordrid asked.

"No. Thorne's wife is alone in there. It looked like she had fallen asleep. She's in the sitting room, reclined on a sofa." Gerad shrugged.

"Great. This might be a long one." Ancel sighed.

"Milord was clear with his instructions. All we can do is wait." Mordrid said.

"Hopefully, he shows." Gerad added. "You'd think he would be concerned about her, wouldn't he?"

"Most men would be. Guess he's not the doting variety of husband." Ancel said, shaking his head.

"We wait, men. It's all we can do for now." Mordrid said.

"Good thing Castor isn't here. He might have actually taken a nap for this assignment." Gerad chuckled.

"In the snow, Gerad? Castor likes to joke, but I doubt that would have been a problem." a beat. "No one nods off. We need to keep our eyes on the door in case that Brida woman leaves." Mordrid said, firmly.

Ancel and Gerad nodded in agreement. They leaned against trees and sipped water from their calfskin flasks. All three men came to the realization that it was likely going to be a long day.

At about a half hour before midday, Leofwin returned to the portcullis. Another gentleman was riding alongside him when they slowed their horses and approached the portcullis.

"Greetings once more, Master Rainecourt. Whom is with you?" Emory asked.

"This is Tristan Arundel, Gentlemen. He is Lady Aeleanna's father." Leofwin smiled. "Tristan, that is Beric on the left, and this is Emory." he said, gesturing to both of the men.

"It's nice to make your acquaintance, men." Tristan nodded.

"Likewise." Beric nodded. He looked to Leofwin. "I thought you were going to retrieve something for Nigel, Master Rainecourt?"

"I did do that, Beric. I have it with me. How fortuitous that as I arrived to my manor, so had Tristan." Leofwin smiled.

"Indeed. I was checking in with Leofwin to see if he knew where my daughter might be. She was supposed to come by yesterday. Leofwin told me she was here, and that Nigel had been nearly mortally wounded." Tristan explained. He frowned at the mention of Nigel's injury.

"Are you a medicus, too?" Beric asked, curiously. He moved the winch lever to raise the portcullis.

"Beric! For God's sa — " Emory began to admonish, but was interrupted.

"No. I'm a Barrister." Tristan nodded.

"Go on through, Gentlemen. I'm sure Nigel will be glad to see you both. Shall I take your horses to the stables?" Emory asked.

"No. That's fine, lad. Thank you, though. We'll hand them over to the stable master, then make our way inside." Leofwin said.

Emory and Beric nodded, and the two men guided their horses beyond the gate.

Just as Beric lowered the gate, they heard more horses approaching them.

"It never just rains. It pours around here." Beric scoffed.

"That might be Slayer coming with the City Watch candidates." Emory said.

"Right. I almost forgot about that." a beat. "Kind of strange how we've ended up meeting nearly all of Nigel's family." Beric shrugged.

"I don't think it's strange, Beric. He nearly died. It's understandable his lady's father would wonder where she's been. Now, I'm sure he'd like to check in on Nigel." Emory pointed out.

"I suppose." Beric said.

Just then, four men on horses were approaching the portcullis. They were led by Slayer. The men slowed their horses to a halt.

"Good day, men. I'm back. These are the men who are scheduled to meet with the Sheriff shortly, for the City Watch interview, right?" Slayer said, nodding to the others with him.

"Oh, good. Yes, he is expecting you." Emory nodded.

Beric went over to the winch lever and manoeuvred it to open the gate.

"I'll make the introductions later, right. We must make haste." Slayer said. He nodded for the men to follow him and they all headed past the portcullis.

A short time later, in Nigel's chambers, Nigel was finishing eating his scrambled eggs, grumbling about the lack of ham and cheese. Aeleanna was sat on a chair beside the bed, sipping tea. There was a knock on the bedchamber doors which startled them both.

"We're fine in here, Lady Margaret." Nigel called out. "Come back later."

The door opened and Leofwin stepped inside.

"Oh. You're back. Very good, Father." Nigel nodded.

Aeleanna looked to Nigel, curiously.

"I brought someone with me." Leofwin said.

"God, not Noah again. Or, is it… Sera? Fuck." Nigel muttered, softly.

"We shall see, my love. Be at ease." Aeleanna whispered.

Leofwin turned around and nodded to someone who couldn't be seen from Nigel's and Aeleanna's vantage point. Then, the visitor came into view and stepped inside the bedchamber, standing beside Leofwin.

"Father? What are you doing here?" Aeleanna asked. She set her cup on a table beside her and stood from her chair.

"When you didn't turn up to dine with us last evening, I became concerned. I rode to Leofwin's home to ask if he might have perchance heard from you. We arrived there at the same time." Tristan said.

He walked to Aeleanna and kissed her cheek. Then, he looked to Nigel.

"Don't think I've ever seen you looking so… pale, lad." he frowned. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, Master Arundel. I'll be even better when they let me partake of normal food, I'm sure." Nigel said. Then, he turned his head toward his father, giving him a knowing look.

"He lost a lot of blood, Tristan. I'm taking steps to improve upon that for his healing. It will take a little time." Leofwin explained.

"No doubt. It's a miracle he survived. Well done, Leofwin." Tristan smiled.

"There were a number of us helping Nigel. Tom was already here. After I received notification, I came to assist him." Leofwin nodded. He walked to the bed and reached down, placing his palm on Nigel's forehead.

"I'm fine, Father." Nigel sighed.

"Hmm. Still a trifle on the warm side, but there's considerable improvement, Son." Leofwin nodded.

"Maybe because Lady Margaret finally brought me something I could actually chew, Father." Nigel sighed.

"You mentioned a 'Tom', Leofwin. Do you mean… Thomas Crumwell?" Tristan asked.

"Yes. He is the Sheriff's personal physician, and basically sees to everyone within this castle when the need arises." Leofwin explained.

"His timing must have been quite impeccable for Nigel to have survived that."

"Indeed. He was already here, seeing to a couple of his charges." Leofwin said.

"Splendid how that turned out!" Tristan smiled.

"Indeed, Father. I am most grateful to all of the members of the healer team." a beat. "I hate to do this, Father, when you've only just arrived, but… I've a meeting to get to." Aeleanna announced.

"A meeting? With whom, Daughter?" Tristan asked, narrowing his brown eyes, suspiciously.

"I'm meeting Floria. She's a Seamstress. She's just down the hall."

"I beg your pardon? Why would you have need to meet with a Seamstress, Aela? I can bring you some of your gowns from your manor if you wish." Tristan suggested.

"There's a… celebration tomorrow evening that Milord Sheriff invited us to." Nigel explained. He looked to his father. "Father, it won't be long. It's taking place in the Dining Hall downstairs. I'll only stay a couple of hours. I'll need to return here for the leech changeout and a vile dose of that… special wine you want me to drink." Nigel said, with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"I see. You sure you'll be fit for that, Son?"

"I think I can manage. You're invited, too. So, you can be there to observe me… as long as you don't smother me in the process." Nigel scoffed.

"I see. Well, I guess we'll see how you fare on the morrow."

"Excuse me, but… what's this about a… leech changeout? Did I hear that correctly? You mean… the insects?" Tristan asked both of the men. He looked to Nigel. "You don't keep leeches as… pets, do you, lad?"

"Ha! No, Master Arundel." Nigel chuckled.

"It's a method used for bleeding, Tristan. Nigel developed a raging fever a few hours after we closed him. The more traditional bleeding method wouldn't have been suitable for him considering the amount of blood he had already lost." Leofwin explained.

"Oh. I see." Tristan remarked with a shudder. He looked down and frowned.

"So, Mother didn't come with you, I take it?" Aeleanna asked.

"She's handling the rescheduling of my appointments, my dear." Tristan said.

"Oh. Of course, Father. If you'll excuse me, I must go now. I won't be long." Aeleanna said.

"That's fine, my dear. I shall visit with Nigel. I'll be here when you return. Then, I will take my leave." Tristan nodded.

"Very well." Aeleanna said. She smiled at Nigel, then took her leave.

"Did you… get it, Father?" Nigel asked, quietly.

"I did, Son." Leofwin smiled.

"Good. Why don't you ask Lady Margaret to bring some tea in, and we'll have a proper chat until Leanna returns." a beat. "I'd suggest something a bit stronger for an occasion such as this, but my physician would not like that." Nigel smirked.

"That sounds delightful." Tristan added with a smile.

"Good idea, Son. Plain tea, however. There shall be no cinnamon or ginger added." Leofwin said, firmly.

"Must you keep reminding me, Father? I really enjoyed that concoction." Nigel sighed.

"I'm sure you did, Nigel. Not a healthy choice, however." Leofwin frowned, then headed out into the den.

The Sheriff had only been in the Council Quarters ahead of the others for a couple of minutes when Nichol arrived, carrying his large leather bag. The Sheriff headed to the door to greet him.

"Let me take that bag from you, Nic." he said.

"It's fine, mate. I've only a few more steps." Nichol smiled.

"Seems you're quite prepared." the Sheriff said.

"Of course. Didn't want the added bother of having to head upstairs to get it after this meeting." Nichol said. He headed over to the table and set the bag on the floor beside his chair.

"I need to meet with you and Luke sometime in the coming — " the Sheriff started to say, but was interrupted.

"I think I know what that's about. No need, mate. You only need to meet with Luke." Nichol nodded.

"That's quite presumptive, when you've no idea the reason for the meeting." he pointed out.

"I know about your son, George. I saw him. He looks just like you. It's wild, mate!" Nichol chuckled.

"Wait. What?"

"I saw Lady Rhiannon this morning. She took the child to the balcony. We spoke. She filled in the blanks that you were going to cover when next you planned to continue that conversation of ours. She beat you to it."

"I see. That's… surprising." the Sheriff frowned.

"Yes. She said she asked you to do it; but, I saw her with the baby, and… the story unfolded. She filled in the important points, but kept it brief." Nichol explained.

"I'm glad you know, Nic." he nodded.

"I understand the hesitation. It's an unusual story. Anyway, I'm happy for you, mate. It's astonishing how much he looks like you. I feel like… I got a glimpse of what you would have looked like as a baby. It's wild, mate!" Nichol chuckled.

"Hmm. I'm sure it is." he nodded.

Just then, Guy and Robert entered the meeting chamber.

"Oh, good. Be seated, men." the Sheriff nodded.

"They're here, Cousin. Slayer is with them in the corridor. Are we ready? I will ask Slayer to bring them in." Guy suggested.

"Yes, Gis. We're ready. Are you?"

"I am. I'm even prepared for my assignment that follows the subsidiary meeting." Guy smirked as he extracted another of his wife's wimples from a pocket of his doublet. He held it up to show him and raised his eyebrow, knowingly.

"Good. You're going to need that damn thing, Gis." he scoffed. "Send them in."

Guy nodded, stuffing the wimple back into his pocket, and went back to the door, as Robert took his place at the table.

Within moments, Guy ushered in Slayer along with three other men. One was tall and broad like Slayer, with thick dark hair and a neat beard. Another was tall and lean, with sandy brown wavy hair, and brown eyes. The third fellow was slightly shorter than the other three men. He was of lean build, with thick chestnut coloured hair, and blue eyes. All of them nodded to the Sheriff. The candidates stood beside one another as Slayer moved forward, closer to the table.

"Good day, Milord. Gentlemen. I'll make the introductions, then I'll wait in the corridor for the subsidiary meeting to begin." Slayer said.

"That would be just fine, Slayer." the Sheriff nodded.

"This is Syrtrick Benwicke on the left." Slayer nodded to the tall, husky dark haired man.

"It's good to meet you, Milord." Syrtrick nodded.

"In the centre is Jasper Parry." Slayer said, nodding to the lean fellow with the wavy, sandy coloured hair.

"Milord." Jasper nodded.

"And, on the right is Rykorus Wells, Milord." Slayer said, indicating the shorter fellow with the chestnut coloured hair and blue eyes.

"A pleasure to meet you, Milord." Rykorus said.

"Very good. Thank you for coming men." he nodded to each of them. Next, he addressed Slayer. "Alright, Slayer. You may step out now. This won't be long." the Sheriff said.

Slayer nodded, then took his leave.

After the door was closed the Sheriff introduced the candidates to Guy, Robert, and Nichol. Then, the interview began.

"Right. Let's start with you, Syrtrick. Slayer mentioned you also work security at the tavern?" the Sheriff asked.

"Yes, Milord. That is true. I often cover for him during his off hours. Sometimes we work together, but not so much partnered. One of us would be at the door, and the other inside." Syrtick explained.

"Good. So, like Slayer, you'd be well versed in dealing with difficult people."

"Yes, Milord. That's precisely why Slayer, Blaise, and myself are there. We get rid of the riff raff so that the patrons can enjoy their time at the tavern, and so the rest of the staff can work in peace."

"Perfect. Because, City Watch is going to help to rid the town of some… riff raff, too." the Sheriff scoffed.

"Indeed." Nichol nodded.

"I shall be pleased to help with that endeavour, Milord Sheriff." Jasper added.

"As would I." Rykorus agreed.

"I do appreciate the alacrity, men. We're already off to a good start. Now, let's get a rundown of your skill sets. Then, you must assure me you have no criminal backgrounds, and then, I shall explain precisely what your role entails. As a side note, do not presume this is a competition amongst you. You're not competing for one role. If all goes well, you shall be our newest City Watch members, joinng Slayer, Safforus, and Godric. Understood?"

The three men nodded in agreement.

"Wait… Godric?" Nichol quietly asked the Sheriff.

"Gregor's brother. We met with him this morning. He was offered a position on City Watch." the Sheriff said, softly.

"Very good." Nichol nodded.

"He'll be at your training session, Nic. You'll meet him at the subsidiary meeting."

"Of course." Nichol nodded.

Outside the meeting chamber, Slayer noticed Safforus walking toward the Council Quarters, with an unfamiliar dark haired man. He stood from the bench he was seated upon and headed toward them.

"There you are, Saffy. All set for the City Watch meeting?"

"Yes. That should be interesting. Have you met Godric?" Safforus asked, nodding to the man beside him.

"No." Slayer said. He looked to Godric. "You must be a Black Knight. Nice to meet you, Godric. Slayer Martel." Slayer nodded.

"No. I'm the newest City Watch member. I met with Milord and some of the men this morning. I'm Godric Ceville. It's good to meet you, as well." Godric smiled and shook his hand.

"Great! Saffy and me can use all the help we can get, right? They're meeting with three other City Watch hopefuls right now. I brought them in. They're meeting with the Sheriff, Sir Gisborne, and the Sheriff's Advisors." Slayer said.

"That's good to hear, Slayer. You made good on your promise at the Town Council meeting. I'm sure Milord is pleased about that." Safforus smiled.

"No doubt. What's this about a Town Council meeting? You two were present for one of those?" Godric asked, quite surprised by that.

"Yes. We were here on Monday for it. Milord might talk to you about that. Don't know how he'll handle that now that there's three of us; and if all goes well during the interview in progress, our numbers will be up to six, right. Maybe he'll rotate us? Have different pairs come to the Town Council meetings?" Slayer mused.

"That might be awkward. My brother is a member of the Town Council." Godric frowned.

"Oh, yes. You must be Gregor's brother. He mentioned he would speak to his brother about a role on City Watch at the meeting Slayer and I attended." Safforus added.

"Yes. My brother is probably one of the most hated men in the whole damn shire. Hope people don't assume that I'm just like him." Godric said.

"You shouldn't worry yourself about that, Godric, right? The Tax Collector is basically doing the work mandated by the King. Someone has to do the job. There's one for every shire. I imagine it's not pleasant for your brother, either. It will be fine, Godric." Slayer assured him.

"I hope you're right." Godric sighed.

"Your role is an important one. I think you'll like it." Safforus nodded.

"Cheers, men. I do look forward to it. Will you be at the training session after our City Watch meeting?" Godric asked, addressing them both.

"Saffy and I already completed that on Sunday. Crossbow training, right? We had a good afternoon that day." Slayer smiled, then looked to Safforus. "Didn't we, Saffy, right?"

"Yes. It was quite good." Safforus agreed. He looked down and chuckled.

"Cheers, men. I've only just met you and you've already put me at ease regarding the 'brother, the Tax Collector' issue. It's the only part of this I'm concerned about. Just being related to him puts a target on my back." Godric said, raising his brow in a knowing gaze.

"At ease, Godric. That's what training is for, right. You'll be properly prepared to handle it regardless if others lump you in with your brother. It's going to be fine. You… look as though you're able for the role, right?" Slayer said as he gave him a quick appraising glance over. "Don't let that get into your head. It will distract you when you need to be alert." he firmly advised him.

"I agree." Safforus added.

"I will try." Godric nodded.

"You can do better than that. You're Godric Ceville, member of City Watch. Employed by the Sheriff, with the backing of the King. You're not the bleeding Tax Collector, right. Keep reminding yourself of that point. So, don't just try." Slayer said.

"I will." Godric nodded.

"Our role is basically one step below a Black Knight." Safforus said, his eyebrow raised, knowingly.

"You're quite right, Saffy." Slayer smiled, nodding to him. Then, he regarded Godric. "It's an important role, right. He trusts you enough to employ you. Do not let thoughts involving insecurity, right, invade your head, mate. Alright? Bollocks like that will get you killed. Because you won't be sharp. Sometimes… we need to be sharp, right?" Slayer explained.

"Understood. Sage advice. Cheers, Slayer." Godric smiled.

Slayer nodded to him, then he noticed movement in his peripheral vision. He turned his head and noticed Finn heading in their direction.

Finn squinted his eyes as he moved, looking to Slayer. It took a moment to register, but he soon recognized him. The security man at the tavern. The one known as 'Slayer', whom the Sheriff said is on City Watch, and whom, reportedly, was best mates with Edeva — of all people. Finn sighed and approached the men, thinking he should just get this over with.

"Ah, Finn, right?" Slayer asked while nodding a greeting.

"Yes." Finn nodded.

"Slayer Martel. Don't think I ever properly introduced myself to you. I'm on City Watch, and so are these men, too. This is Safforus, and this is the newest member, Godric." Slayer smiled as he gestured to each of the men.

"It's good to meet you. I'm Finn. One of the Sheriff's Black Knights." he nodded.

"Not sure I've seen you before?" Safforus said, his eyes narrowed, curiously.

"I usually work the portcullis — in the dark." Finn shrugged. "Are any of you scheduled in for the training session after the City Watch meeting, by any chance?"

"I am." Godric nodded.

"Saffy and I already completed our session., right" Slayer said.

"That's too bad." Finn said, smoothly.

"Right." Slayer said. He looked to him, curiously, narrowing his blue eyes.

"Finn Glanville!" a familiar voice rang out, except to Godric.

The men turned in the direction of the voice. He was approaching, from the direction of the stairs leading to the second floor.

It was Luke. He swiftly approached the men.

Luke nodded a quick greeting to the men, then looked to Finn.

"We've never been properly introduced. Luke Langdon. I… dont think he told you, but… we will be partnered for… a time." Luke said, then he saw the curious looks from Slayer, Safforus, and a dark haired, unfamiliar man. He began to rephrase, to soften it for Finn. "You know… since your normal partner is indisposed. In the dungeon?"

"Yes. Quite right." Finn smiled. He figured if this was a hoop he needed to jump through to secure his position, he was glad to be partnered with Luke. In Finn's mind, Luke was the kindest of the men. "You're right. I wasn't aware of that. He might not have intended to tell me — as part of the test."

"Test? Wait a minute now. Were you mixed up in the Jesus cult thing, Finn, right?" Slayer asked.

"No. I was foolishly associated with two who were, though. They both worked here. Employed by the Sheriff. Luke is right. One of those men was my partner. He's in the dungeon." Finn explained.

"He's going to be assigned new tasks now. I'm going to help him make the transition." Luke explained to Slayer, nodding to Finn.

"Good for you, Finn, I say! Luke is a right solid bloke, I can tell you that. He can handle everything, and he does so cheerfully." Slayer smiled.

"Cheers, Slayer." Luke grinned. He looked to Finn. "Slayer is damn good, too. So is Safforus. So, don't ever let me hear you disparage the City Watch men. They were handpicked by Milord, with the support of the King to perform their duties."

"Understood, Luke." Finn nodded.

"Speaking of us City Watch men, we have a new one, Luke, right?" Slayer smiled. "Have you met Godric?" he asked, gesturing to the newest recruit to City Watch.

"No." Luke replied, then looked to Godric. "It's good to meet you, Godric. Are you one of the ones Slayer brought for the group interview?" a beat. "Hmm. I don't recall a mention of a Godric. Are you one of Slayer's add-ons?"

"What?" Godric chuckled.

"He… seems to know a lot of people." Luke said, nodding to Slayer.

"You're a laugh, mate. Swear to Christ, right?" Slayer chortled.

Safforus looked down and chuckled.

"I'm… Gregor's brother. I'm Godric Ceville. Nice to make your acquaintance. Also, I'd prefer to keep the Gregor's brother part under wraps beyond these castle walls, if you get what I infer." Godric said.

"Understood. When did you meet with Milord?"

"This morning. He was meeting with several of his men. Gregor accompanied me… needlessly, I might add. He interrupted the meeting and next thing I knew, I was ushered inside. Met a whole bunch of them, although, I'm not that clear on names now." Godric sighed.

"Good to have you on board, Godric." Luke smiled. "Regardless of how your meeting came about, you must have impressed Milord Sheriff. That was all you, because I'm certain Milord would send Gregor out of the room during your interview." Luke said, confidently.

"That's… incredibly perceptive. You must know him well?" Godric asked.

"He's one of the Sheriff's top men, right." Slayer said, nodding to Luke.

"I just… understand him. Sort of." Luke said, softly.

"That may be, but you are one of the Sheriff's top men, Luke." Safforus pointed out.

"True. But, not sure how that will work while I'm partnered with Finn." Luke said.

"Your position won't change, I'm sure. You're just… a top bloke who will be partnered with Finn for a time, right? Slayer added.

"Yes. So, it would seem." Luke nodded.

A short time later, the door to the meeting chamber opened and the Sheriff stepped out. He motioned for the City Watch men to approach.

The men headed to the door to meet with him.

"Come in, men. Two of you will meet our three newest recruits to City Watch." he nodded, then looked to Slayer. "Well done, Slayer. You were only hired on Saturday, and you've already helped increase our numbers considerably." the Sheriff smiled.

"I'm pleased to hear that their interview went well, Milord." Slayer nodded.

"Go and seat yourselves at the table, men. I'll be right behind you." the Sheriff directed them.

The men nodded in obeisance to him and proceeded inside the Council Quarters.

Nottingham walked toward Luke and Finn.

"Ah! Good. I see you've properly met. Did Luke tell you about the plan, Finn?"

"If you refer to the plan to be partnered with Luke for a time, then yes, Milord Sheriff. I… don't want to keep him from his important duties, however, Milord." Finn explained.

"Sounds like a complaint to me." the Sheriff frowned.

"No, Milord. He is one of your top men. You sure you wish to spare him to do this?"

"Yes. I'm very sure. I put considerable thought into this decision, as I do with everything. This is not an option, Finn. It's an order. Am I clear?" he said, firmly.

"Yes, Milord."

"Good. There's one more brief meeting to get through, then Nichol will come out, and those of you scheduled for training will proceed to the training area. You'll be joined by four City Watch members, three of our men from the dungeon, and another stationed at the armoury. Luke and Richard will be assisting Nichol."

"Very well, Milord. I look forward to it." Finn nodded.

"Hope you fortified yourself and took some rest, lad. It's highly doubtful you'll think it's at all amusing by the end of it." the Sheriff said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"I did, Milord. I don't expect it to be easy. I'm eager to learn some things is what I meant." Finn explained.

"Good." he nodded, then looked to Luke.

"I probably only need about another half hour in there, Luke." he said, nodding behind him, indicating the meeting chamber. "If the others who are expected haven't turned up in a quarter of an hour, round them up."

"It will be done, Milord." Luke said.

The Sheriff nodded. Then he turned and headed back into the Council Quarters. He walked toward the large table to take his place.

"Alright, men. You're all acquainted now?" he asked, then seated himself on his chair.

"Yes, Milord." Nichol nodded.

The four newest recruits, plus Safforus verbalized the same.

"Good. We'll keep this brief, since there's a training session scheduled directly afterward, which half of you here need to attend." the Sheriff said, then looked to his mate. "Isn't that right, Nic?"

"Indeed, Milord." Nichol smiled. He looked to the four newest recruits to City Watch. "Today, we shall learn the use of the crossbow. The other two groups who have completed their sessions enjoyed the experience, but they didn't have the added bother of deep snow and arctic bleeding cold, so… welcome to your first lesson in being a decent soldier: No point complaining about it. Nobody cares." Nichol smirked with a knowing quirk of his brow.

Nottingham scoffed.

"That's fine, Nichol. We trudged through snow to get here today. I've never handled a crossbow. I'm eager to begin." Jasper said.

"I'm hoping it won't take me long to get to the level I was at during my time in the Holy Land." Godric said.

"Safforus had a similar concern. He managed it easily. It will take no time." Nichol assured him.

"It's like riding a horse. You don't forget." Safforus smiled.

"That's very good to know." Godric nodded.

"I'm glad for you two, but they look like an absolute bitch to load." Rykorus frowned, addressing Godric and Jasper.

"They seem very fiddly to me." Syrtrick agreed.

"Whatever your thoughts on it, you're learning how to use it. Five of my men will be joining you." the Sheriff said, firmly.

The four men nodded in agreement.

"There's just a couple of points to cover to bring you up to speed. Slayer and Safforus are aware of some of this, but there's two groups of dissidents we are facing around here. One is the Christian Brotherhood band of rebels, who were seventy six members strong before we took care of damn near twenty of them. They're armed to the teeth, and they're well financed by someone. We don't know whom, but we're damn well endeavouring to find out, I assure you.

"Their issue is basically with all of us. They're plotting an incursion in a fortnight. Now, we're taking steps tonight to bring those numbers down considerably more, but these cretins are only one of our problems." Nottingham sighed.

"Indeed, Milord." Robert nodded. He looked down and frowned, concerned for his wife.

"Wait. What's the other problem, Milord, right?" Slayer asked, curiously.

"Right? I only knew of the one problem." Safforus shrugged.

"I received word from Prince John, as well as Geoffrey Fitz Peter, the Justiciar of England, that a band of marauders are making their way down here on their way to London, coming from the County of York. As you know, there's only one route to London and it goes through Sherwood." he said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Yep. Right through the area I'm stationed at most of the time." Safforus frowned.

"Not good for Lady Hayward, Saffy, right?" a beat. "It's also a bit too close for comfort to Charlie's tavern." Slayer pointed out.

"Indeed, mate." Syrtrick sighed.

"Should we be informing Charlie of this, Milord?" Slayer asked.

"Right? What about Lady Hayward? This is concerning." Safforus added.

"I appreciate your concern, men; but, if anyone will be notifying Charlie, and Lady Hayward, it will be me." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"Hope you're planning to do that soon." Syrtrick said.

"I agree, Rick, right? Charlie will be quite worried, I'm sure." Slayer nodded.

"Yes, men. They will be notified soon." Nottingham said.

"What should we be looking out for?" Jasper asked.

"Well, Jasper. I doubt these men come from money, so they're going to need it. Pillaging every town they hit will be a good indicator. Not to mention burning things. They're trying to get the attention of the King. I've no idea how many of them there are, since Fitz Peter didn't specify, but our motto around here is: Expect anything." Nottingham said. His eyebrow shot north in a knowing look.

"Understood." Jasper nodded.

"I haven't heard of anything like that happening, even in the neighbouring Villages." Saffforus said.

"From the sounds of it, you will soon, Saffy, right?" Slayer pointed out.

"Indeed." Guy muttered.

"That's correct, Slayer. The Justiciar wouldn't have alerted every Sheriff of every county affected south of York if these men were the peaceful variety of protesters." the Sheriff said. He then addressed all on City Watch. "Now, just so we're clear — in case any of you were of the few who didn't bother to do so before now — you shall always be armed. Slayer and Safforus already know this. You never know what you might be facing. So, you live by the same motto as we — "

"Expect anything." the four new City Watch men said, in unison.

"Very good. When you expect anything, you are always prepared." he nodded. "It will be one of you, most likely, who will first be alerted to these marauders, of anyone I employ. Get word to us immediately. As with anything, you alert myself, my Lieutenant, or the Captain, Duke Farnsworth — for those of you who have yet to meet him. If none of us are available, then either of my Advisors, Robert Wordsworth, and Nichol Burgess. Or, barring that, you must alert one of my three top men, Mordrid Gael, Ancel Ward, or Luke Langdon. Am I clear?"

"As day, Milord." Jasper nodded.

"Understood, Milord." Godric said.

Both Syrtrick and Rykorus nodded in agreement.

"Perfect. That pretty much wraps it up, then. Do any of you have questions?"

"Just… I hate to keep mentioning it, but… " Syrtrick began, tentatively.

"Out with it, Syrtrick. Do not be afraid to speak. That got one of my men into a recent spot of trouble, and he's currently getting that bollocks trained out of him." Nottingham said, firmly.

"It's just… will you be informing Charlie soon about this incoming heap of trouble that's coming? I feel like I'm going to be lying to him by not saying anything, and Charlie's quite a decent bloke, Milord, if I may say." Syrtrick said.

"You do have a point, Rick, right?" Slayer nodded.

"That's how I'm feeling about Lady Hayward. She's a nice lady, and she's been quite good to me." Safforus added.

"Yes, men. It will be done. Soon. Most likely, on the morrow. There's a couple of things I'm working out." Nottingham said.

"Should I be speaking to Gregor about the marauders, Milord? He travels all over the shire. Does he know anything about this?" Godric asked.

"He doesn't know, Godric. I'll be going over this at the next Town Council meeting. He'll know on Monday. In the meantime, let's keep him out of this. Tell him to alert you if he notices anything suspicious. That should suffice, since you're on City Watch now."

"Very well, Milord." Godric nodded.

"And, that's brings me to one last point before we adjourn. Currently, Safforus and Slayer have participated in the Town Council meeting. It's important to have representation from City Watch at every meeting, but I can't have all of you there at once; and Slayer will miss the odd one due to his schedule. So, I'll look at rotating you in pairs for the meetings. I'll work that out later." the Sheriff said.

"Milord? Perhaps… I could skip out on that part of it, since Gregor is on the Council? That… might be awkward." Godric explained.

"Why would it be awkward, Godric? He knows you're on City Watch. He recommended you!"

"Everyone hates him. I'd rather… remain sort of an enigma. It's better if people don't know I'm closely related to him." Godric explained.

"You're on City Watch, Godric. You won't be using an alias unless it's needed for a specific assignment. At the same time, unless you're wearing a sign indicating you're his brother, no one will know." a beat. "Both of you have important roles. Is this going to be a problem?" the Sheriff asked, pointedly.

"No, Milord." Godric said.

"Good. Then gracing us with your presence at the occasional Town Council meeting is an expectation. Understood?"

"Yes, Milord." Godric nodded. He looked down and softly sighed.

"Good. Meeting adjourned. Those of you scheduled for the training session will follow Nichol." the Sheriff nodded to them.

Nichol stood from his chair. He grabbed his bag and his walking stick, nodding for the four new recruits to join him.

The men stood and prepared to follow him out.

"What about a chair, Nic? You generally take one with you." the Sheriff asked.

"I have a lighter weight one waiting outside of the chamber." Nichol said. "I had it brought from my rooms. The sentry is minding it for me."

"I see." he nodded.

"I'll take the chair out for you, Nichol." Jasper volunteered.

"Cheers, Jasper. Normally, I'd firmly reject the offer, but… it's been a nuisance today." Nichol said, nodding to his left leg.

"Of course, Nichol." Jasper said.

"Are you able for this, Nic? Perhaps we should have Leofwin take a look at it? Or, Thomas, if you would prefer." the Sheriff suggested to him.

"It's fine, Milord. This happens from time to time. Weather is often a factor, for some reason. It's not terrible. Just a nuisance." Nichol said.

"Very well. I'll leave you to it, then. Good thing you have a pair of assistants this day." the Sheriff scoffed.

"Indeed." Nichol smirked.

Nichol headed to the door with the four new recruits.

Slayer and Safforus both began to rise from their chairs.

"We're not done, men. Sit." the Sheriff said.

Both men followed his directive, each regarding him, curiously.

"Is there more that you need to tell us, Milord? Are there other problems we need to know about?" Safforus asked.

"No. Nothing like that. Tomorrow evening you are both invited to a celebration we're having in Nigel's honour. You may bring a guest." the Sheriff said with a smirk.

"That sounds just fine, I say! I know exactly whom I'm bringing. She's solid, Milord, right?" Slayer smiled. His blue eyes twinkled, merrily.

"Bet I can guess." Safforus smirked.

"Of course, Saffy. Whom else? Of course, I'm bringing Edeva." Slayer said, firmly. Next, he looked to the Sheriff. "She's my best mate, Milord. She will fit right in, I'm sure. She's very good with people, right?"

"I'm sure, Slayer. As long as neither of you bring in a hired courtesan, or some lowborn waif, you can bring whomever you choose." a beat. "There is… one thing to keep in mind, however." Nottingham hinted.

"What's that, Milord?" Safforus asked, curiously.

"The guest list."

"What about it, Milord, right?" Slayer asked.

"Oh, boy." Guy chuckled.

"Indeed." Robert smirked.

"All of us before you now will be present with our wives, Ladies Rhiannon, Meridwyn, and Isabelle. Nichol will be there with his lady friend, Lady Kaeliss. The Captain, and several of the men. Notably, my top men, as well as Gerad, Alex, Drake, Adam, Richard, and of course, Nigel will be there with his be — beloved, Lady Aeleanna. His father, Leofwin Rainecourt will also be — "

"Well, that sounds like a damn fine round up of good, solid people, Milord, right? Edeva is going to love it." Slayer smiled.

"I wasn't done, Slayer." the Sheriff said.

"Oh. Forgive me." Slayer nodded.

"Wait for it." Guy quipped.

"I'm deciding on a few other of the men, but… we will also be joined by Prince John, and his wife, Isabella, the Countess of Gloucester." the Sheriff said.

"Really?" Safforus asked, incredulously.

"I see. Well, I've met the Prince. A couple of times, Milord. He seems friendly. Surprising for a royalty type, right? Hmm. Hope his wife is just as jolly good natured as he is." Slayer mused.

"I've never met her, Slayer. We shall find out." the Sheriff grinned.

"Hmm. Well, that solidifies my decision on whom to bring as my guest." Safforus muttered.

"Whom would that be, Safforus? Would we know her?" the Sheriff asked, curiously.

"I think you all know her. Not sure on that, but, I was thinking of Lady Hayward. I'm sure she'd enjoy a night out. I'm not… courting anyone at the moment. Don't really have time for that, frankly. She's a nice lady. I think she'd be delighted." Safforus said.

"She will be positively blithe about it." Nottingham muttered. He looked down and scoffed.

"What's that, Milord?" Safforus asked.

"I am sure she will be delighted about it." the Sheriff said, smoothly.

She will be blithe about it, alright. The moment she sees Drake, she'll be damn near over the moon. Curses!

Lady Rhiannon was awaiting an answer to her knock at the Wordsworths' chambers. She was dressed warmly, wearing her leather under her black velvet cape. She carried a pair of black leather gloves in her hand, hoping that would be enough to shield her from the frigid air.

Soon, the door opened. Isabelle was there to greet her.

"Good day, Sister." Isabelle nodded. "I… take it we're doing a riding lesson? In the snow."

"Are you fit for that today, Isabelle?" Rhiannon asked.

"It will be fine. What about Sir Guy and Meridwyn, though? Are they agreeable?"

"I spoke to Sir Guy about it. He gave his blessing." Rhiannon said.

"Oh, grand!" Isabelle smiled. She motioned for Rhiannon to enter.

After the door was closed, Rhiannon had some advice for her.

"Good. You should put on a pair of Robert's breeches, Isabelle. You can wear them under your skirt. You might need them anyway because it's cold outside. Then, grab your cape, and we can be — "

"I'll just grab my cape." Isabelle said.

"I told you the breeches will prevent chafing, Isabelle. They will protect your thighs. It's very cold out there, too." Rhiannon added.

"I won't be needing them, Rhiannon. They're not going to fit. There's no use in my even trying. I'll just grab my — "

"Why wouldn't they fit? Just roll up the hems, or tuck them into your boots, Sister. For goodness sake!"

"They will be… too small. They won't fit around my… waist."

"Why on earth not?" Rhiannon asked, incredulously.

"I think I… gained some weight." Isabelle muttered. She looked downcast and sighed.

"Nonsense, Isabelle! You look fine. Of course… it's hard to tell with all of those clothes you're wearing, but you don't look different to me." a beat. "Except for the perpetual pale caste to your complexion, of course." Rhiannon frowned.

"I'm fine, Sister. Do not fret. I'm going to skip the added bother of my husband's breeches, if you don't mind."

"If you insist." Rhiannon nodded. "Can you tell me… what exactly happened to my brother?"

"Oh. You mean, the bruising and minor cuts on his face, I suppose." Isabelle muttered and looked downcast.

"Of course. Did… someone hurt him, Isabelle?" Rhiannon asked, pointedly.

"No. It was nothing like that. He… fell." Isabelle said.

"Right on his face. Hmm. That's not my brother." Rhiannon frowned.

"He just… tripped. It happened so fast."

"Rather strange that he didn't try to protect his head using his arms, don't you think?" Rhiannon remarked with a suspicious quirk of her brow.

"As I said, dearest. It happened quickly." Isabelle said.

"Is he… alright? He's not sick, is he?"

"Oh, no, dearest. Nothing like that at all. He is perfectly hale… except for his face." Isabelle sighed, softly.

"Well, that's quite a relief to hear." Rhiannon nodded.

"Good. Now, who is looking after the boy?" Isabelle asked.

"Hildith is taking care of it. I've a couple of hours before I begin preparation for his feeding. Now, grab you cape, dearest. We must begin." Rhiannon encouraged her.

"Of course, Sister." Isabelle nodded. She headed to the bedchamber to retrieve her cape.

Nichol was pleased to see that everyone scheduled to work with him for the training session were gathered outside the meeting chamber. All except for one, curiously.

Jasper noticed the chair against the wall, waiting beside the sentry. He walked over to him to quietly mention he'd be taking the chair for the Weapon's Specialist, as Nichol addressed the men. They started to gather closer toward him.

"Ah, Good! I see everyone is assembled. Except for one man, strangely." Nichol frowned.

"He's already waiting for us in the training area, Nichol." Joseph said.

"Yes. Richard wanted to fix up the stuffed target. He said it might need some tweaking because of the snow storm, Nichol." Luke added with a nod.

"I see. Good call. I'm glad the rest of you waited here, however. No sense waiting outside in the cold. Even though… " Nichol said, then swung his head toward the four new City Watch recruits, who were gathered to his right. "Nobody cares." a beat. "Isn't that right, men?"

"Huh?" Borin asked the men, quietly.

"Must be a training tactic, or some damn thing." Aldred shrugged.

"When did he get so… hardened? He was always the reasonable one!" Joseph exclaimed in a whisper.

"Beats me, Joseph. I didn't know him back then. I'm only two years in with my service. He's been quite kind and helpful with me, though." Alfred shrugged.

"I was hired when Alfred was. I don't know the man that well at all." Finn added, softly.

"I'd say that cursed near fatal injury might have something to do with it. I think Aldred is right, though. He doesn't usually speak to the men that way." Luke said, softly.

"I'm telling you. It's gotta be a training tactic!" Aldred whispered, firmly.

"Yes, Nichol." Godric nodded. He looked down and softly sighed.

"Of course, Nichol." Jasper said. He held the chair in his right hand.

Both Syrtrick and Rykorus nodded in agreement.

Nichol quickly introduced the four newest City Watch recruits to the men who were present, then they proceeded toward the doors.

The Sheriff, Guy, and Robert had stood from the table in the meeting chamber and were preparing to leave the room.

"Do you have plans on Saturday and Sunday, Robert?" the Sheriff asked his brother in law.

"Not really. Just helping with the assembly of the chain mail hauberk, and… you know. Mass on Sunday." Robert said, looking to him curiously.

"Right. Well, someone else will have to work on the chain mail, and you can skip mass for once, Robert."

"Why? What will I be doing instead?" Robert asked, curiously. He sighed.

"We're heading to Guy's manor in Nettlestone to tear down Nigel's obstacle course. Then, we're loading the materials onto wagons, and then we bring everything back here." the Sheriff said.

"Oh. That's… too bad." Robert muttered.

"No. It's grand, Robert. This is going to be a good thing for the men. For all of us. How do you not see this?"

"It sounds like… a lot of work. Heavy work." Robert frowned.

"Yes. And, there will be several of us dealing with it. Unfortunately, the strongest of us is laid up right now, but by the time we bring it back and assemble it, Nigel will be fit to teach the men how to use it."

"You're right. I'm just not as strong as any of you are." Robert said.

"What a bunch of bollocks, Robert! You'll be fine. Now, we'll be gone for most of those days. We'll get the materials back here by dusk each day, but it's going to be several hours each time." the Sheriff warned him.

"Yes, I figured that… from the sounds of it."

"Indeed. It's going to be a bitch. Then, I'm going be dealing with the aftermath for who knows how long." Guy sighed.

"Man up, you two. We're doing this starting Saturday. We leave in the morning." Nottingham said, firmly.

"Of course." Robert nodded.

"It will be done." Guy said.

When The Sheriff left the meeting chamber after Guy and Robert, he noticed Leofwin stepping off the bottom riser of the staircase with a tall unfamiliar man. He had brown hair tinged in grey, and was a similar build to Leofwin. He wondered if they might be related somehow?

The men started to head in the direction of the front doors. The Sheriff walked toward them to greet them.

"Good afternoon, Milord Sheriff." Leofwin smiled.

"Yes, Leofwin. How is Nigel doing now?"

"He's actually resting, which is a nice change."

"Indeed." he nodded, then looked to the stranger beside Leofwin. "I don't believe we've met. Are you another medicus?"

"No. Actually, I'm a Barrister. Tristan Arundel, Milord Sheriff. It's good to meet you." he said, shaking his hand. "I am Aeleanna's father. I hadn't heard from her yesterday. She was due to come by to dine with us. I became concerned, so I rode out to Leofwin's manor this morning, to see if he might have heard from her. We arrived there at the same time." Tristan explained.

"Oh, I see." Nottingham nodded.

"I came by to have a quick visit with Nigel and my daughter." Tristan smiled, his soft brown eyes twinkling.

"I see." the Sheriff grinned. "Very good timing."

"Indeed, it was." Leofwin smiled.

"Yes. We've everything all sorted now." Tristan nodded.

"About bloody time, Tristan." Leofwin said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Agreed, Leofwin. I'm quite pleased." Tristan smiled.

"Very good. Must you leave so soon?" the Sheriff asked.

"I do. My wife was rescheduling some of my clients this morning. They're most likely coming to see me shortly." Tristan nodded.

"I see. I mustn't keep you, then." the Sheriff said.

Leofwin and Tristan nodded to him, then continued walking together toward the front doors of the castle.

Things were progressing slowly at the Thorne residence outside of Nettlestone. At this point, Mordrid and Gerad were waiting for an update, as Ancel had left them to do window patrol, and to take a look at the property in back of it, looking for signs of someone entering through the rear door.

Finally, he returned to them at the tree line after a fifteen minute scouting mission.

"Well? Anything?" Gerad asked. Although, he wasn't expecting a positive response.

"It's like… time is standing still inside there." Ancel frowned, nodding behind him to the small manor.

"The hell does that mean, Ancel?" Mordrid asked, pointedly.

"The woman is still sleeping in the same position on that sofa. It's like she hasn't moved an inch." Ancel said. He pushed his dark hair from his eyes.

"Damn. Is she breathing?" Gerad asked.

"Yes. She's obviously very tired. No sign of anyone else inside there. I left the back property basically untouched, though. Didn't want to leave boot prints in the snow. And, before you ask, there are no tracks back there. No one has entered that manor from the back." Ancel said.

"Curses! This is bloody interminable." Mordrid spat.

"You got that right." Gerad sighed. He folded his arms in an attempt to keep warm.

"As you said, Mordrid, all we can do is wait." Ancel reminded him.

"Wait… and freeze." Gerad said with his eyebrow raised, knowingly.

"Normally, I'd tell you to man up, but, you might be right, Gerad. Can't believe the elusive bastard has not been in contact with her. Of all people!" Mordrid huffed.

"It is rather odd. I agree." Ancel nodded.

"Right. We'll just keep checking every half hour or so, and be vigilant for any activity around here. Milord might need to change things up with this assignment." Mordrid said.

"I thought he might have Richard do a sketch of the man. That has worked well in the past?" Ancel mused.

"I thought so, too. I'm sure it occurred to him, but there must be a reason he's holding off on doing that." Mordrid said.

"Maybe he wants the bloke to think he's been forgotten about? So that the bloke will slip up." Gerad pointed out.

"Perhaps. If nothing comes of this cursed assignment today, perhaps we should suggest that to Milord. Keeping watch over the Thorne home is not working the way we thought it might." Mordrid said.

They resumed their positions within the tree line, keeping watch over the Thorne residence.

Not long after the City Watch meeting, the Sheriff was summoned to the Council Quarters by the Scribe as he was on his way out to observe the training session. He took a moment to give the Scribe instructions for something that was planned for dusk. The Scribe agreed, then left to carry out his tasks. Then, the Sheriff headed back to the meeting chamber.

He was greeted by Duke Farnsworth and his team when he stepped inside the room. The Captain was holding a large tan calfskin leather bag.

"Good. You're back. What news from room four?" the Sheriff asked as he walked toward them.

"Place was still rank as hell." Alex sneered.

"No doubt." the Sheriff scoffed.

"We did a thorough sweep, my Lord — " the Captain started to say, but was interrupted.

"We didn't find much." Adam said.

"But, we did find a few things that will be of interest." Drake added.

"I see. Show me."

Duke Farnsworth opened the large sack he was carrying. He produced a couple of scrolls, a dagger, rags and gauze wrappings, a flint rock and fire striker, and rope. He set the objects on the large table for the Sheriff to get a better look.

"Drake found them in the bedchamber." the Captain said.

"The other rooms were clear, Milord." Adam nodded.

"Hmm. Interesting. It… kind of looks like a murder kit to me. Wouldn't you agree?" the Sheriff sneered, nodding to the objects on the table.

"Precisely." Duke Farnsworth nodded, with a knowing glance.

"Flint rock and fire striker look oddly like the ones Mordrid said he lost, too." Drake added.

"Really? They generally all look the same, though. How can you tell they're his?" Alex asked, curiously.

"Mordrid lost those only a few days before potato bloke started the dungeon fire. It was soon after he and Ancel brought him in. Mordrid used paint on one end of the fire striker. See the red paint?" Drake pointed to it on the table.

"Good catch, Drake." the Sheriff said. Then, he addressed them all.

"Let's take a look at these scrolls." he said as he reached for them.

"They're… not good, Milord." Drake warned him, softly.

Nottingham looked to him curiously, then he glanced down to the documents in his hands and began to unfurl them. He needed to turn them, since on first glance it was obvious they were rolled the wrong way. Then, he frowned. He glanced at the first document, then moved it behind the second one. His eyes widened in astonishment as he read the second scroll. He exhaled sharply, and a snarl began to form as he looked to the men.

"Well, looks like I've all the evidence I need to prove that putrid, rotting stumpy fuck deserves justice. Well done, men." he nodded to them.

"It was all Drake, to be honest." Alex said.

"I just got lucky with my assignment." Drake shrugged.

"No. You pulled everything apart in that room. You didn't just give it a cursory glance over. If you had, much of that wouldn't have been found." Duke Farnsworth said, nodding the items on the table.

"Indeed. Those scrolls were found under the mattress on the bed." Adam nodded.

"Well done, Drake." the Sheriff nodded to him.

"Cheers, Milord. What will you… do with him?" Drake asked.

"Really, mate? You need to ask?" Adam scoffed.

"I'm actually undecided. I'm giving it considerable thought, I assure you." he said, firmly. He held up the documents, waving them and tapping them with the index finger of his opposite hand as he addressed them collectively. "He's a joke! Forget about the map. That doesn't surprise me. But, how imbecilic does one need to be to… he actually wrote an instructional list — each step outlined for the day he was going to carry out the damn deed! This is better than a full verbal confession!" a beat. "That means if he acts up — I won't need to hesitate using the tongue snippers." Nottingham smirked.

Ladies Rhiannon and Isabelle were in the horse exercise area, next to to the training area. It looked to be quite busy over there as Nichol had assembled eleven men, five of whom neither of the ladies recognized. Rhiannon noticed that Luke and Richard appeared to be assisting him, however.

They had just walked the Gisbornes' palfrey over from the stables. This time Rhiannon encouraged Isabelle to lead the horse by the reins, as she walked beside them carrying the mounting block. They walked the horse close to the fencing, and Rhiannon set the mounting block down on the ground, making sure it was stable after she cleared a space in the snow using her boot.

"My! A lot of training has been going on over there recently." Isabelle commented, nodding to the men in the training area.

"I'm quite sure those men must train regularly. They would need to be in good shape to perform effectively." Rhiannon said. "Now, are you ready to mount her?"

"Yes. I'm quite sure I can do this now with little encouragement." Isabelle nodded.

"Perfect. Alright. Give it a go, dearest. I'll be right here." Rhiannon smiled.

Isabelle nodded, then stepped up on the mounting block while taking the reins. She patted the horse's neck and stroked her mane. Then, she placed her left boot in the stirrup, and successfully managed to pull herself up holding the pommel of the saddle, and swung her right leg over the horse. She gently seated herself in the saddle.

"I hope I didn't give those men a show." Isabelle frowned.

"Doubtful, Isabelle. They're too focused on other things over there. Well done, by the way. You mounted her perfectly." Rhiannon smiled.

"Thank you. It does get easier each time." a beat. "Is… it going to be… unstable, guiding her through this nasty deep snow, Rhiannon?" Isabelle asked, fretfully.

"No. It will be fine, Isabelle. You won't be going any faster than a trot. Now, let's see what you can do." Rhiannon smiled.

"Very well." Isabelle sighed. Then, she gently kicked the horse into motion.

The training session was progressing well. Joseph and Aldred had just finished their turns with the crossbow. As Finn was gathering the bolts from the target, the two were conferring with Nichol.

"Maybe we should go again, Nichol?" Joseph suggested.

"Agreed. We can definitely do better than that." Aldred nodded.

"You did well, men. You can always practice again at a later time, but that was good. Both of you just need to work a bit on your aim." Nichol said. He was seated on his chair making a few notes on the parchment, which was supported by the small wooden tray upon his lap.

"How can that be good? I'm so much better with a longbow." Joseph said.

"We all are, frankly, Joseph. But, I agree. Two bolts in a minute seems poor as hell to me." Aldred agreed.

"That's what I'm saying! We both only got two shots, but we both know we're good with longbows." Joseph pointed out.

"You can't compare these to longbows. They are two different weapons, men. Two bolts in a minute is actually quite good." Nichol said.

"Ha! Really? If this were real battle we wouldn't be talking to you, because we'd probably be dead by now." Joseph sighed.

"This is training, Joseph. It was your first time handling the crossbow. You weren't expected to be proficient with it on your first try." Nichol pointed out.

"Right. So, you admit that two bolts per minute isn't good, after all." Aldred frowned.

"Men, two bolts per minute with a crossbow is actually good. Especially, with your first time handling it. You are both finished for today. You can head back to your post now. I'm sure Sir Guy will appreciate that. If, at some point, you want to practice, inform me and I will arrange it. Understood?" Nichol said, firmly.

"Very well, Nichol." Joseph nodded.

"Understood. I'm letting you know now to slot me in for more practice with that thing, because I personally think my effort was pitiful." Aldred said. He looked down and sighed.

"That's fine. Thanks for coming, men. You are both dismissed."

Joseph and Aldred nodded, then walked together out of the training area.

Finn brought the bolts back and handed them to Nichol.

"Thank you, Finn." Nichol nodded. "Alright, men. Let's have Syrtrick and Rykorus give it a go next."

"Thanks for not putting me up against Godric, Nichol. Since, he already has experience with these." Rykorus nodded. He walked toward Nichol and took a crossbow and bolts from him.

"No doubt, Rykorus. That would be a bit embarrassing." Syrtrick sighed.

"You forget its been three years since I touched one of those." Godric reminded them, nodding to the crossbow held in Rykorus' hand.

"Men, this is not a competition amongst you. Every man among the Black Knights and City Watch are participating in these training sessions. Some are going to be better than others initially. That's not really the point. The purpose is to get you all familiar with the weapon, and somewhat comfortable using one. Right now, that's all that matters. And, you must stop comparing these to longbows." Nichol said firmly, then sighed. He passed the second crossbow and a handful of bolts to Syrtrick.

"Very well." Syrtrick nodded.

"Understood." Rykorus said.

"Good. You will take aim first, Rykorus." Nichol directed him.

Rykorus nodded, then went to take position.

"I think the men do have a point." Finn quietly remarked to Luke. "The crossbow seems fiddly as hell. If they're better with longbows, shouldn't they use the weapon they're most proficient at?"

"If the time comes, I'm sure that's what will happen. In the meantime, Milord wants us all to learn how to use them." Luke said.

"We don't question his motives. We just follow his directives." Richard added.

"I'm kind of nervous about this. Never touched one of those things before." Finn said.

"Me too, Finn. I think I'm going to have a bitch of a time loading the damn thing." Borin sighed.

"It's really not as difficult as you might think." Alfred chimed in.

"Ha! We shall see." Borin scoffed.

"How many bolts did you two manage to fire off in a minute at your training session?" Finn asked Luke and Richard.

"It wasn't… spectacular like Alfred and Safforus. But, I guess it was alright. Nichol said we did well." Richard shrugged.

"I see. How many?" Borin pressed.

"Two shots for me." Richard nodded.

"I got three." Luke said.

"Had you used one before, Luke?" Borin asked.

"Not really. Samson had me and the others try it out when we met with him last Wednesday." Luke shrugged.

"Oh. So, there's hope for some of us?" Finn scoffed.

"Samson says they're actually easier to use than longbows." Luke explained.

"Yes. Nichol told us that on Sunday." Richard added.

"Indeed. I did, Richard. Care to join us? Rykorus is about to start. Those of you yet to take a turn might learn something. And, two of you here are meant to be assisting." Nichol sighed, surprising the men. None of them had heard him approach.

"Very well." Finn nodded.

The rest of them agreed and joined Jasper, Godric, and Syrtrick who was awaiting his turn.

"Richard? You will go and retrieve the bolts from the target on the tree." Nichol said.

"Really?" Richard sighed.

"Yes, Richard. Finn took care of it the last two times. Off you go." Nichol said, firmly. He pointed in the direction of the tree.

Richard nodded, then headed toward the area where the tree was located that had the life sized rag doll target attached to it. He positioned himself well out of the way of it.

"Alright, Rykorus. How does that crossbow feel in your hand?" Nichol asked.

"I suppose it feels alright." Rykorus shrugged.

"Right." Nichol sighed. "Get yourself in position. Visualize that target. Get ready, load your bolt, take aim, and hit the trigger mechanism. It's really that easy."

Rykorus nodded, then took position. He loaded the bolt as he had been taught. He stood a moment, squinting his blue eyes to study the target, then he took a breath. He aimed and hit the release mechanism.

The first bolt just missed centre mass. He quickly reloaded, then fired off another shot. The second bolt hit the target in the centre. He was quite pleased and tried to reload the next bolt, but dropped it to the ground.

"Go, Rykorus! You got it!" Syrtrick encouraged him.

Rykorus bent down to retrieve it. He finally managed to load it in the crossbow when he was interrupted.

"Time's up! That was a very good effort, Rykorus. Near perfect aim with both shots." Nichol smiled.

"Seriously? That was bleeding terrible. I dropped the damn bolt!" Rykorus huffed.

"It was your very first time using it. You did well, lad." Nichol said. "Go stand with the others, and we'll let Syrtrick give it a go now."

Rykorus nodded as he walked toward Nichol and passed the crossbow back to him. He went and stood with the men.

Syrtrick took position next. He waited until Richard removed the bolts from the target which Rykorus fired off, before he took aim. He also managed to get two shots, but both of his hit centre mass.

"Well done, Syrtrick! Perfect aim. If you work on that speed, Milord Sheriff might be equipping you with one of these babies. Very good show, lad." Nichol smiled.

"Cheers, Nichol. It wasn't as bad as I thought it might be, actually. I think I'd like to keep trying… at another practice session." Syrtrick nodded.

"We can easily arrange that." Nichol said.

"I think both of you did great." Luke smiled.

"Indeed, Luke. For their first time it was very good." Nichol nodded.

Syrtrick passed the crossbow back to Nichol, then went and stood with the men.

"Alright. Let's have Borin and Godric give it a try now. After that, Jasper and Finn will have their turns." Nichol said.

"You're putting me with Godric? He has experience with these damn things." Borin huffed.

"Three years ago, Borin. That was the last time I used one." Godric reminded him.

"For the eight hundredth time… this is not a competition, Borin!" Nichol exclaimed, firmly. "All of you need to remember this. Alfred is the best of us. He even bested Safforus, and me." he said, then looked to Alfred. "Did you win a prize for that, Alfred?"

"Well, no, Nichol." Alfred said.

"See? He's the best of us so far, and he didn't win anything. It doesn't matter, men." Nichol said, firmly.

"But… if Alfred is the best crossbowman, why in the devil is he at this training session?" Borin asked, curiously.

"You do raise a good a point." Jasper chuckled.

"Because after you men are finished here, Alfred and Finn will be getting extra training with other weapons, on the order of Milord Sheriff. Any other questions?" Nichol sighed.

"Just one. What did you mean by the eight hundredth time comment, Nichol? I only heard you mention one other time today that this is, apparently, not a competition." Borin pointed out. "A bit exaggerated, don't you — "

"Because I hear the same refrain over and over again at every training session, Borin. You're up next, because you need to get back to your post in the armoury to relieve Beric, since he needs to get back to his post at the portcullis. Emory has been alone out there for a time. Now, grab one of these crossbows and some bolts, and let's get on with it, shall we?" Nichol said, firmly.

"Of course, Nichol." Borin nodded. He took a crossbow and some bolts then went to take position.

The Sheriff had finally made it outside and was headed to the training area, after another chat with his Scribe to make sure things were in place for dusk. As he neared closer, he saw Rhiannon in the horse exercise area with Lady Isabelle, who was seated atop Guy's palfrey, and appeared to have made considerable progress since he last observed her only three days prior. He decided to head over there to see his wife before checking in with Nichol.

Rhiannon was leaned against the fence, calling out to Isabelle.

"Perfect, Isabelle! Keep going. You're doing well."

Isabelle waved, and then returned her focus to the palfrey.

"My! What a great instructor you are, my lady." the Sheriff leaned in behind her and whispered into her ear.

Rhiannon startled, then turned to face him. She smiled as she looked into his eyes.

"Thank you, my love. I would say it's all her. She has a determined willingness to learn." Rhiannon said, nodding behind her to Isabelle in the distance.

"Do not discount your abilities, Rhiannon. You're an excellent horsewoman, and the perfect instructor for her. Hopefully, you're brother will be pleased." he said softly, then looked downcast.

He couldn't help but think if that were his wife going behind his back to learn such a risky endeavour while she was carrying a child, that he would be quite bothered by it.

"Of course he will be, George. Why wouldn't he be?" Rhiannon asked, curiously.

"You're right, my angel." he smiled ruefully, then leaned in to kiss her cheek.

"George? Who are those four strange men over in the training area? Hmm. Actually, five. Not sure I recognize the shorter, younger looking fellow, either." Rhiannon asked, nodding to her left at the men in the training area.

"Four of them are brand new recruits to City Watch. One is Gregor's brother — "

"The Tax Collector?"

"Yes. He is educated, yet built like a Knight. He had completed studies to be a Barrister, but decided after that it wasn't the right choice for him. He also fought in the Crusade. The other three are friends of Slayer. All were interviewed today and offered the position." the Sheriff smiled. He was quite pleased how that part of the day turned out.

"That's good to hear City Watch has expanded." Rhiannon smiled.

"Indeed. The young, shorter fellow is a Black Knight. He's usually stationed at the portcullis after dark." the Sheriff explained.

"Oh, I see. Well, Nichol has surely had his hands full this week." Rhiannon smiled.

"Indeed. I need to check in with him. Wasn't expecting to see you here. I just talked to the Scribe to make sure everything was in order for the balcony for dusk, and, now I'm checking in with Nic."

"The balcony? For dusk? George, we are not dining out on the balcony this evening. I don't know how they'd keep it warm enough?"

"It will be warm enough, Rhiannon, but… it's not for us, my angel." he said, evasively.

"What? Well, it can't be for Sir Guy and Meridwyn, because she hasn't been cleared to leave those chambers yet. And, I can't see Robert organizing that for Isabelle. She's dressed for the outdoors even inside the castle lately! She'd freeze her — "

"It's not for any of them, my lady. I shall tell you about it later." the Sheriff smiled.

"Oh. Very well." she nodded.

He held her face in his hands and softly kissed her on the lips, then took his leave.

As he strolled into the training area, he was startled as some of the men began cheering and applauding. It appeared Godric had just finished his turn with the crossbow as he was taking it back to Nichol. Richard could be seen in the distance taking bolts from the target.

"Good for you, Godric! I had a feeling you'd pick it right back up." Luke exclaimed, gleefully.

"Glad you were confident, Luke." Godric said, modestly.

"That was incredible to watch!" Jasper exclaimed.

"Except, he beat the whole lot of us." Borin said.

"Not a competition, Borin." Nichol sighed. He took the crossbow from Godric and smiled at him. "Well done, Godric. Perfect aim, and your speed was impressive."

"Thank you, Nichol. I wasn't expecting that, honestly. It's been awhile. It was probably just luck." Godric shrugged.

"No. It's because you never forgot how to use it, lad." Nichol said.

The Sheriff advanced closer to them, then stood beside Nichol who was still seated and making notes.

"How did he do, Nic?" he asked, nodding to Godric.

"Very well. He got four shots in a minute, all hitting dead centre mass." Nichol nodded.

"Well done, Godric. Sounds like I had better speak to Samson Fingle about getting you outfitted with one of these." the Sheriff said.

"Thank you, Milord." Godric said, then he went and stood with the rest of men.

Richard returned at that moment and handed several bolts to Nichol.

"Figured you might need some of these before the next pair have a go, Nichol." Richard said.

"Thank you, Richard." Nichol nodded. Then, he looked to Luke. "Alright. You're up next for bolt retrieval, Luke."

"Of course, Nichol." Luke nodded, then headed in the direction of the tree.

"Well done, Borin. That was good. You are excused to resume your duties in the armoury." Nichol said.

"Still don't think two shots is anything to write home about, but I'll take your word for it. I will need some practice, too." Borin said.

"If that is your wish, it will be arranged." Nichol said.

Borin nodded to both Nichol and the Sheriff, then took his leave.

"How are they doing, Nichol?"

"Most fired off two shots in a minute. Rykorus would have got three but he dropped a bolt. Joseph and Aldred need more practice with their aim. Both just missed centre. Rykorus got centre mass with the second shot, and just missed the centre with the first. Syrtrick got two shots, both hitting dead centre. If he works on speed, he's golden, mate. Borin got two. One hit the neck, the other the centre." Nichol smirked.

"Sounds like they're all performing well. So, that's most of them through the crossbow training?"

"We've only two left." Nichol said.

"Perfect. I would like to observe."

"Of course." Nichol nodded. Then he looked to the men. "Alright, Jasper and Finn. You two are up next. Come and grab your crossbow and bolts."

Jasper and Finn walked toward him. Nichol handed them each a crossbow and some bolts.

"Good. You will go first, Jasper." Nichol said.

"Very well." Jasper nodded.

"I'd offer you this chair, mate, but, I need to take notes." Nichol frowned.

"Understood, Nic. It's quite alright." the Sheriff smiled.

Jasper walked to the spot in the snow to take position. Luke stood watching, a safe distance from the tree.

"Good. Visualize that target, Jasper. Load your bolt, then take aim. I flip the minute glass when you take your first shot." Nichol directed him. "How does that feel in your hands?"

"Foreign, but quite good, Nichol." Jasper said.

"Good! We're ready when you are." Nichol said.

Jasper nodded, and followed Nichol's directives. He squinted his soft brown eyes as he zeroed in on the target. He dearly hoped he wouldn't miss and possibly injure Luke. He also hoped he'd perform well, since the Sheriff was observing.

"When you're ready, Jasper." Nichol called out.

"I'm ready… right now, Nichol!" Jasper said as he hit the trigger mechanism.

He didn't bother to pay too much attention to where precisely on the target he was hitting. He was focusing mostly on reloading quickly and firing the shots.

The Sheriff raised his eyebrows in astonishment as he watched Jasper work.

At the end of it, Jasper made three shots in a minute, all hitting dead centre mass.

"Holy hell! You sure this is your first time, Jasper? Do you know how long it took me to get that bleeding good?" Godric chuckled.

"That's insane. Nobody is that good on their first try." Rykorus said.

"Right? It took me loads of practice." Alfred added.

"Wrong. Luke and Nigel got three on their first try. So did Drake, Gerad, and Mordrid, and Ancel got four his first time. It can be done, Rykorus. Both you and Syrtrick will get there, too, I'm sure." Nichol said, confidently. Then, he looked to Jasper. "Well done, Jasper! Perfect aim and speed."

"I agree." Nottingham added. "Looks like we need to get you sorted with one of these, too." he smiled.

"Thank you both. I think I like this weapon. That was kind of… fun!" Jasper chuckled. He handed the crossbow back to Nichol.

"Glad I'm not the only one who likes it. Very good." Nichol nodded, then looked to Finn. "Alright, Finn. Last, but not least. It's your turn now."

"If you're about to ask me how this feels in my hand, all I can say is… I'm nervous about this." Finn sighed, nodding to the crossbow.

"Just remember everything I taught you when I did the demonstration earlier. Alright?" Nichol said, attempting to encourage him.

"Yes, Nichol." Finn nodded.

The biting cold of the unusual wintery breeze was lashing at Finn's cheeks, giving them a rosy appearance, as he walked toward the starting position. He pulled the hood of his surcoat up on his head. The chill in the air made him more alert somehow. He told himself he had the right qualities to handle the weapon, in an effort to quell the fear of failing. He couldn't afford to fail.

So, Finn reminded himself as he took position, studying the target, that he had very good eyesight, and was good at firing arrows from a distance. He knew Nichol kept pressing them not to compare the crossbow to a longbow, but, in his mind, they both had similarities that couldn't be ignored. They were each used at a distance from a target, rather than the close contact of swordplay. Both required a keen vision, and concentration.

Finn was good with his longbow. He never told anyone about it, because he didn't think it mattered. He practiced with it frequently.

"Good, Finn. I see you're already zeroing in on your target. Good. Get comfortable holding that weapon. It's going to do most of the work for you. Now, load it and I shall start timing you once you take your shot." Nichol instructed him.

Finn turned around to face him.

"The wind speed has picked up, Nichol. From the north, right toward us. I may need to pause a moment before I take the shot, to factor that in for the timing." Finn explained.

The Sheriff stared at the young, rosy cheeked lad and controlled the urge to let his jaw drop, as he was rather astonished to hear how learned the man was coming across, when he seemed rather naive before now?

Nichol paused a moment before responding. He narrowed his green eyes, then raised an eyebrow, incredulously.

"Uhh… that's right lad. Understood. Just remember that in battle, it won't matter if there's wind, or fire raining down." Nichol sighed. "Do not dawdle. Points shall be deducted if you do." he said, firmly.

"Yes, Nichol. Understood." Finn nodded.

"Wait. I thought we weren't being graded… or whatever?" Rykorus asked him.

"There are notes being made about each of you. Milord is kept informed of everyone's performance. Not a specific grade, no. Just comments regarding your speed, aim, ease at handling it. It's nothing to lose sleep over. Alright?" Nichol said, firmly.

"Understood." Rykorus nodded.

"He's right, men. Nobody has failed. Nobody will. So, man up, and stay concentrated on whatever task you're given. Whether it's during a training session, or performing your duties, you never let fear motivate you. Do we understand each other?" Nottingham said to them, firmly.

All of them verbally expressed their agreement.

"Also, one other point to keep in mind regarding your reason for taking your time, Finn. What were the two most important advantages of crossbows that I listed earlier just prior to my demonstration?" Nichol quizzed him.

"Greater accuracy, and force." Finn nodded.

"Good. You paid attention. Then, you'll understand when I say that you won't need to worry about the wind affecting the aim and knocking the bolt off course. The force used will withstand that." Nichol explained.

"Noted, Nichol. Very well." Finn nodded. Then, he resumed his stance, facing the target.

"Good. Concentrate on that target. Do that quickly, then load your bolt. Aim, and hit that trigger mechanism. Your biggest task is aiming it, lad." Nichol encouraged him.

"Got it, Nichol. I am taking aim now." Finn called back.

Finn hit the release mechanism and Nichol flipped the minute glass. The Sheriff observed as the youngest of his men worked the weapon with ease, quickly firing and reloading, hitting the target dead on each time. His jaw fell slightly. He was astonished at what he was seeing.

"Go, Finn! That's Great!" Richard shouted, excitedly.

"Good show, Finn!" Jasper encouraged him.

"And, time's up!" Nichol called out. "You're our star today, lad. Sorry, there's no prize for you. Fantastic, Finn! Perfect aim and speed. You hit centre mass four times in one minute." Nichol smiled.

"But, so did Godric." Syrtrick pointed out. "So, technically, aren't they both stars?"

"That was Finn's first time using the crossbow, though." Godric pointed out.

"Indeed. Both excelled, but Finn was outstanding. Everyone performed well, though. Remember that, men." Nichol said.

"I see. Understood, Nichol." Syrtrick nodded.

"Is that it for today, or can we have another go, Nichol?" Jasper asked.

"We are finished for today, men. Richard, Luke, and myself need to do some training involving other weapons with Alfred and Finn." Nichol said.

"Very well. Thanks, Nichol. I enjoyed that." Jasper smiled.

"Of course, Jasper. You're the only one who has mentioned that besides the men who had prior experience with them." Nichol smiled.

"Now, those of you on City Watch, I'll walk you to the stables. I have a small sack for each of you containing your starting wages." the Sheriff said. Then, he looked to Nichol. "Well done, Nic. I knew you'd be perfect for this role." he smirked, with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Cheers, mate." Nichol said, softly. "I must say, I do enjoy it."

"You're the reason they will all be fully prepared. I'll see you later, inside the castle." he said.

Nichol nodded, then the City Watch men followed the Sheriff out of the training area.

Half an hour later when the Sheriff had just entered inside the castle, he soon came across Leofwin who almost appeared to be lost. He seemed confused as he was walking aimlessly.

The Sheriff quickly strode toward him.

"Leofwin? Can I help you with something?" the Sheriff asked.

"Oh, Milord. Forgive me. I didn't see you coming." Leofwin said.

"We're you looking for me?"

"Not exactly. I was looking for the kitchen, actually, but… perhaps you could help with that?"

"You could have sent a servant there."

"Yes, except, I've very specific requests." Leofwin said.

"I see. For Nigel, I'm guessing." the Sheriff nodded.

"Indeed. If I let him have his way, he would eat just about anything. Anything without fat attached, or without butter on it, or anything that's not too sweet. He's very careful about his intake, but he thinks he's ready for a normal meal, and I strongly disagree." Leofwin frowned.

"I see. And, since you won't be able to see what he's given — "

"Precisely, Milord Sheriff. I almost put my foot down about this arrangement, but he assured me it's close to his rooms."

"He is correct. It is." the Sheriff nodded.

"I'd feel better if I could speak to whomever shall be preparing his food, Milord." Leofwin said.

"Understood. Walk with me. I'll introduce you to my personal chef, Jean Louis. From there, you can both discuss the special considerations for Nigel's meal." the Sheriff suggested.

"Thank you, Milord. I am most grateful." Leofwin smiled.

"How is he now?" the Sheriff asked.

"He is finally staying still on the bed. I do have some concerns. Lady Margaret told me about how your meeting went with him earlier. That he was actually exercising through it. Is that correct?"

The Sheriff nodded for Leofwin to follow him before he responded.

"Yes. That is true." the Sheriff said.

"I need to have a word with him. He's going to tear those stitches open! That would be disastrous, Milord." Leofwin sighed, shaking his head as they walked past the Council Quarters. "That puts him in danger of further damage, further bleeding, and festering of that wound. He needs a good talking to!"

"I don't know if you need to remind him. He stopped when he felt pain. Then, he responded appropriately. He got himself back on the bed. I think he knows now to ease up on too much activity." the Sheriff opined.

"I do hope you're right, Milord. Two days in a row of activity concern me, however. He did all of that earlier, next he plans to go for a stroll with Aela. Tomorrow night, he's determined to attend that party that's planned, or whatever." Leofwin frowned.

"I'm sure there won't be much activity happening where he plans to take her. He really is right, Leofwin. It's close to his chambers. He won't be walking far at all." the Sheriff assured him.

"That's very good to know. As far as the celebration planned for tomorrow evening, I think it's best I limit him to no more than three hours." Leofwin said.

"We will follow your recommendations, Leofwin." he nodded. "We're almost there. You shall meet my chef very soon."

"I do hope your chef can accommodate my requests. At least, that will be a help." Leofwin said.

Things were progressing nicely in the training area by the time it was well past mid afternoon. Richard and Luke had finished showing some of their moves and techniques to Alfred and Finn regarding sword fighting. Except, at Nichol's insistence, they used staffs instead of their blades.

Nichol was pleased how that part of the training played out. Alfred was showing a little more confidence with it, and there was some improvement. Finn needed a bit of work on confidence and technique, but he was keen to learn.

Nichol declared that segment of the training session was finished and called all of the men over to him.

"We can go on a bit longer if you'd like, Nichol?" Alfred suggested.

"No, Alfred. That was good. You worked well with Richard today." Nichol smiled. He looked to Finn. "You just need a bit more work, lad, but I'm confident we'll get you there. There's only one more item on today's agenda, and it's all about you, Finn." Nichol hinted.

"Oh. How is that, Nichol?" Finn shrugged.

"I need to see how you manage with a longbow."

"Oh. Right. I see." Finn nodded.

"Have you used one?"

"Sure. Hasn't everyone?" Finn asked, genuinely surprised by the question.

"Many men aren't as comfortable using longbows as they are with their blades." Nichol pointed out.

"Well, that's insane to me. You can for sure wound someone if you shoot from two hundred and fifty yards. You can easily kill a man from one hundred yards away, and you can penetrate armour from sixty — if you know what you're doing. Why not kill people from a distance instead of making it messy?" Finn said, confidently.

Nichol stared at him, surprised by his knowledge. Finn was absolutely correct.

Richard and Luke looked to each other briefly, then regarded Finn curiously, wondering how he went from a naive lad who was easily led astray, to one who knew so much about longbows?

"If that's correct, glad that Fulke bloke wasn't a great archer. Nigel would be dead if he were." Richard whispered to Luke.

"My thoughts exactly." Luke whispered back.

Alfred stared at Finn with his eyes widened, and his mouth slightly agape.

"Right. I suppose that's one way of looking at it. Your last point, I mean. As for the rest of it, your facts are correct. It's good to know you have a good grasp of that. I still need to see what I'm working with, however. So, since you didn't bring one, we shall just have to use the one I have on hand." Nichol smirked.

"Very well." Finn nodded.

"Richard. I had a longbow and quiver of arrows waiting near the tree the target is fastened to. Fetch them for me." Nichol directed him.

"Of course." Richard nodded. He turned and headed toward the tree with the target attached to it.

Several moments later, Richard returned with the requested items. Nichol nodded to Finn to take them from Richard.

"Alright, Finn. From the same starting position as for the crossbow. I will take notes, just as I did when I evaluated your crossbow performance. I need to know how at ease you are with the longbow, the quality of your aim, and your speed and accuracy. Therefore, you will be timed, just like you were when you handled the crossbow. I want to know how many shots you can fire in a minute, and how accurate each shot is. Understood?" Nichol said, firmly.

"Yes, Nichol." Finn nodded.

Finn took the longbow and quiver with him to the starting position, as Nichol headed to his chair and readied his writing supplies and minute glass.

"After that speech he gave, I hope he does well with this, because otherwise he's going to look foolish." Richard whispered to Luke.

"Indeed." Luke agreed.

"Alright, Finn. Anytime you're ready." Nichol called to him.

Finn stood for a moment, focusing on the target, squinting his soft blue eyes. He began to pull arrows from the quiver slung over his shoulder. He loaded the first arrow in the string of the bow and pointed it.

"Alright, Nichol. I'm starting now." Finn called out to him.

Nichol flipped the minute glass just as Finn took the first shot. He wanted to take notes, but he soon learned he had better not look away, or even blink, because he would miss some shots. He sat forward in his chair, completely captivated.

Young Finn had them all mesmerized as he deftly, rapidly kept reloading the bow and never taking his eyes from the target as he fired shot after shot, all hitting perfectly on the rag doll target.

"What the absolute hell? I cannot believe what I'm witnessing!" Richard exclaimed in a whisper to Luke.

"Agreed. Never seen anyone work a longbow like that!" Luke said, excitedly.

"He's so fast! It's like watching it… sped up!" Alfred added.

Finn ignored everyone around him, and stayed focused on the target and his task.

"Time's up!" Nichol called out. "Turn around, Finn. Right now."

Finn bristled a bit, wondering if Nichol was going to question him about performance enhancing poison, or some such rubbish. He took in a breath and turned around to face him.

"Lad… that was the most outstanding display of longbow skills I have ever witnessed." Nichol smiled.

Richard, Luke, and Alfred began to enthusiastically applaud and cheer for him. Finn smiled and walked toward Nichol.

"You obviously practice quite a bit with your longbow, don't you?" Nichol asked.

"I do, Nichol. I enjoy it very much." Finn smiled.

"How long have you been practicing, lad?"

"Uhh… I'm not sure, exactly. Maybe two and a half years. When I first started with it, I was terrible. Couldn't even make the arrow project. It would just drop to the ground, right at my feet, but I was determined. Once I hit the target where I needed to, it became a strong motivator." Finn explained.

"It shows, Finn. That was incredible, to be frank. You fired off… hmm. At least sixteen, I think. You were so fast it was challenging to count them all. And, from the looks of it, your aim was perfect. I need to know the exact number, though." Nichol said.

"I will retrieve the arrows, Nichol. We shall know soon." Richard nodded. He turned and headed toward the tree.

Not long after, Richard was walking swiftly toward them, carrying several arrows.

"You might be needing a new target now, Nichol, after that. It's damn near ripped to hell!" Richard chuckled.

He edged in closer and passed the arrows to Nichol.

"This is all of them, Nichol. All hit perfectly on target. You were… a bit off with your estimation." Richard smirked.

Nichol took them and quickly counted the arrows. Then he recounted them, and once more for good measure.

"Un. Fucking. Real." Nichol muttered. He looked at the arrows in his hands, slowly shaking his head in disbelief, then looked up to Finn.

"How many shots did he get, Nichol?" Luke asked.

"I can't… believe it." Nichol said. "Nineteen shots." he said, then looked to Finn. "You got nineteen fucking shots! In a minute. With perfect aim! What the bleeding hell, lad? This level of skill should have been reported a long damn time ago!"

"Really?" Finn asked.

Nichol regarded him with a knowing look.

"Come on, Finn. Who knew?" Nichol asked.

"No one, Nichol. I didn't… mention it to anyone." Finn said.

"Why not?"

"It would have appeared I was boasting about it. I don't think anyone would have cared, anyway." Finn shrugged.

"Ha! Seriously?" Richard scoffed.

"Indeed." Luke sighed.

"Wrong! I can personally guarantee that Milord Sheriff is going to be highly interested when I report this to him. And, I must report it to him. This changes everything, Finn."

"Wait. It does?"

"Of course, it does!" Nichol sighed.

"Oh. Very well. Not sure about that, or if I'm ready for whatever changes you refer to." Finn said.

"The confidence you display when demonstrating your longbow skills needs to be channeled for everything else you do, Finn. You basically taught yourself how to be a master of the bow. Do not devalue yourself. Alright?" Nichol said, firmly.

"Yes, Nichol." Finn nodded.

"What is it about the longbow that makes you so good at it, Finn?" Richard asked, curiously.

"I like the ability to fight from a distance, in basic stealth mode. I have right good eyesight, and I don't particularly like blood. So, the longbow is the perfect choice for me." Finn explained, then he looked to Nichol. "There's something else I can do with it, but I omitted that so as not to confuse you with the precise number of shots I was taking in a minute."

"What is that, Finn?" Nichol asked, curiously.

"I can definitely fire two arrows at once. And, lately I've been trying to up that to three." Finn said.

"What?" Richard asked, incredulously.

"Really?" Luke asked.

"Show us, Finn." Nichol said. He passed the longbow and a few arrows back to Finn.

Following the afternoon riding lesson, Rhiannon walked Isabelle to her door, then was heading toward the private chambers. It was time to begin the warm compress application. She would have preferred to do anything else, but it had to be done.

She soon noticed a woman in the distance walking toward her. As she neared closer, she smiled, recognizing the emerald green velvet cape. Rhiannon stopped in front of her and nodded to the object that was draped over her arms.

"Lady Gunilda." Rhiannon smiled. "Is that a new gown you're holding under that drapery that's covering it?"

"Indeed. I couldn't quite believe it when the Page sent word to me. It's only been three days since I met her, and was measured, and she's already completed one." Gunilda smiled. "Perfect timing, too. Just in time for the party!"

"Party?" Rhiannon asked.

"Oh. Goodness, I hope I didn't spoil it just now. Because, it's odd you don't seem to know about it?" the lady frowned.

Rhiannon looked to her curiously, visibly puzzled.

"That celebration tomorrow evening, Lady Rhiannon. The one in which the Prince and his enigma of a wife are scheduled to attend. Surely you must know, my dear?" a beat. "Don't you?"

"That? That was supposed to be a smaller affair. Much smaller. Not a party… to my knowledge." Rhiannon sighed.

"Thank Goddess Madam Oberon worked on the blue gown first. She's working on another one for me right now that's a lovely shade of red." a beat. "Imagine showing up to a fancy affair with a royal couple in attendance — wearing red. They would assume I was a hired courtesan!" Gunilda sighed.

"Then… why did you ask for a red gown?" Rhiannon asked.

"It's one of… his favourite colours. That and… blue." Gunilda smirked, with a knowing quirk of her brow.

"Your… you mean the man you fancy." Rhiannon nodded.

"Indeed. And, now that I think of it, I had better request a couple other gowns in more suitable shades for day wear." Gunilda sighed.

"How are things going with that fellow?"

"Quite well, Lady Rhiannon." Gunilda smiled.

"I'm so pleased to hear it, Lady Gunilda. Are you bringing him with you?"

"Oh, no. Safforus was invited and was told to bring a guest. He chose me to accompany him, because he said he thought I might enjoy a night out." a beat. "Makes me sound a tad boring, don't you think?" Gunilda frowned.

"You're not boring, Lady Gunilda." Rhiannon smiled. Then, she softly exhaled. "Safforus is on City Watch, isn't he?"

"Yes."

"Hmm. I wonder why George invited someone from City Watch?" Rhiannon mused.

"A number of the Black Knights will be there. Perhaps that is the reason?" Gunilda suggested.

Rhiannon's eyes widened, in astonishment. This was supposed to be a relatively intimate affair. She looked down for a moment.

"WHAT?" she whispered inaudibly, to herself.

Rhiannon softly sighed, then looked up to Lady Gunilda.

"Yes. Perhaps that is the reason." Rhiannon nodded.

Leofwin and Lady Aeleanna were seated in Nigel's den, waiting for him to come out of the bedchamber. The lady couldn't understand for the life of her why Nigel was insistent she wait there for him. She didn't think he was quite fit enough to go for a walk with her, and was surprised that Master Rainecourt agreed to it. Even though they were only planning to walk the corridor, she thought it was best for Nigel to rest. He seemed to be pushing himself even harder since his injury happened.

Finally, after what seemed like an interminable length of time, the bedchamber doors opened.

Leofwin and Lady Aeleanna stood, as Nigel walked toward them, in a slightly slower pace than normal.

Aeleanna looked at him strangely, narrowing her ice blue eyes.

"Nigel? Did… you fix your hair?" she asked, curiously. "You… shaved your face, too."

"I did, Leanna." he nodded and walked toward her.

"What on earth for?"

Leofwin looked to the floor and smirked.

"In case we run into anyone out in the corridor. Don't want to appear completely enfeebled." Nigel sighed.

"Oh. I see." she nodded.

"Come, Leanna. Let's get your cape." Nigel said.

"Cape? Why would I need my cape? We're walking in the corridor just outside your rooms, are we not?" Aeleanna asked, suspiciously.

Nigel sighed, shaking his head, then stared into her eyes.

"Don't be difficult with me, Aeleanna. Not today. Alright? Now, you will need your cape. I will need my surcoat. We will still be quite close by, I promise. Will you trust me?"

"Nigel!" Leofwin admonished with a heavy sigh.

"Very well." Aeleanna relented.

Nigel took her cape that was hung on a hook by the door and helped her don it. Next, he grabbed his surcoat that was draped on the back of a chair and quickly put it on.

He extended his right hand out to his lady. She looked at him with genuine confusion in her eyes as she took his hand. Then, she held his arm as he ushered her to the door.

Once they were in the corridor she looked up at him, narrowing her pale blue eyes.

"Nigel, what is this about? Where are you taking me? You shouldn't be heading outside just now."

"We are not going far. You will see. We turn left at the hallway coming up." he said.

"What?"

Nigel ignored her and wordlessly led her to the hallway.

They walked a short distance down the smaller hallway and were met by a pair of doors. Nigel opened one and led her outside.

"Oh, my!" Aeleanna exclaimed softly as she took in the view, then noticed the light to her left. She turned her head and let out a gasp.

There was a canopy set up covering a table and chairs. Small cauldrons were placed inside, containing small fires to keep the area warm. A floral arrangement containing sprigs of evergreen, white chrysanthemums, and white roses were centred on the table, flanked by a pair of burning candles in silver candlesticks.

"We shouldn't be here, Nigel. Looks like this area is on reserve for a couple of important people. We mustn't intrude. Let's go back to the corri — "

"We're not intruding. It's for us." Nigel said, simply.

"What? You can't be serious?" Aeleanna exclaimed.

"Shh. Calm yourself. We are going to dine." Nigel said as he led her inside the canopy. He pulled a chair out from the table for her.

"What?" Aeleanna asked, gesturing to their surroundings. "How on earth did you pull this off?" a beat. "And… why?"

"Milord Sheriff organized it." Nigel shrugged, then he seated himself across from her.

"Why?" Aeleanna pressed him.

"He… uhh… thought it might be a nice change of scenery for us." Nigel said, smoothly.

"Six years, Nigel. We've never dined together in such… romantic surroundings before." Aeleanna giggled.

"And, we will again, gorgeous." Nigel smirked.

Soon, a servant was quick to greet them. She brought a flask of wine with her.

"Good evening. I'm Mirella. Would you care for some wine?" the blond woman asked.

"Indeed. We would." Nigel nodded.

She poured the wine into their goblets, then set the flask on the table.

"I'll be back to you shortly with your meal." she nodded.

"Hope it's something good. Beef? Chicken? Pheasant, perhaps?" Nigel asked.

"Right. It's all been prearranged, Sir. I am sure you'll like it." Mirella nodded, controlling the urge to smirk.

"Good. Cheers, then." Nigel nodded to her.

The serving lady took her leave.

"You look beautiful, Leanna." Nigel said.

"If I'd known about this, I would have primped a lot more." Aeleanna sighed.

"You don't need to. You're naturally lovely. It's killing me that Id like to tear that gown off of you when we get back, but I know I cannot."

"You're right. You can't. Even if your father wasn't there, you shouldn't. You really need to take it easy, Nigel. If those stitches come open — "

"I will, my love. That's what this is about." Nigel hinted.

"I don't understand." Aeleanna said, narrowing her eyes in confusion.

"You see, I've been thinking about that." he began.

"About what?" she asked.

"I've been thinking that the next time we are… close, I'd rather not continue with our usual practice of my… pulling out before I… release." Nigel said, softly.

"What? Are you serious? We have worked very hard for six years to prevent that sort of complication. The last thing we need is a bastard child." Aeleanna sighed.

"Who said anything about the child being a bastard?" Nigel said, his eyebrow raised, knowingly.

"What? What are you talking about, Nigel? Of course, it would be a bastard!" a beat. "What is wrong with you? You're not well! You've never once spoken like this before?"

"There's nothing wrong, Leanna. Bear with me." Nigel said as he arose from his chair.

Then, he fumbled in the pocket of his surcoat as he walked toward her. He slowly bent down on one knee as he looked up at her, holding a familiar ring in his hand to show her.

"Nigel. What are you doing? Is that… your mother's ring?" Aeleanna asked, incredulously. Her palm flew to her gaping mouth to cover it.

"Leanna, you're the only woman for me. Would you do me the honour of marrying me?" Nigel smiled up at her.

"Nigel? Are you sure you're alright?" Aeleanna asked.

"Marry me, Leanna." Nigel said.

"Really?"

"I love you. And, we need to get started with a family."

"What? Nigel, do you hear yourself right now?" she exclaimed in a whisper.

Nigel heard one of the doors open behind him. He sighed and quickly straightened, while his hand supported his belly. He felt some pain when he moved. He pocketed his late mother's sapphire, diamond, and pearl ring, then went back to his chair and seated himself.

"Hope you're hungry, Milady. I have a lovely meal prepared for you." Mirella smiled as she set a plate of roasted pheasant, whipped potatoes, and roasted vegetables in front of her.

"Thank you." Aeleanna nodded.

Next, Mirella set a basket of bread on the table, and placed a bowl of something orange and steamy in front of Nigel.

"Wait. What the hell is this? I think this was meant to be sent to the dungeon. There must be some mistake." Nigel demanded, nodding to the bowl in front of him.

"It's no mistake, Sir. It's a vegetable blend soup. It's quite hearty and tasty. You'll enjoy that bread with it. It's fresh from the hearth. I'll get you some butt — "

"No. No butter. It's bad enough I, apparently, must be subjected to this soup. The last thing I need is vile butter for my bread." a beat. "Damn it! This is a special occasion. There seriously must be some mistake with this!" Nigel huffed.

"No. No mistake. Your medicus, a Master Rainecourt, conferred with Jean Louis about it earlier." a beat. "Bon appetite!" she smiled, then took her leave.

"Curses! I can't believe this bunch of bollocks!" Nigel exclaimed as he grabbed a piece of the warm bread.

"It's only temporary, Nigel. I'd love to give you mine, but Master Rainecourt is firm about your intake just now." Aeleanna frowned.

"No, Leanna. You enjoy that. I'll watch and live vicariously through you, while I slowly manage this bowl of slop." he sighed.

Nigel took the spoon and used it to pick through the soup, as if he were looking for something.

"What are you doing, lover? Just try it." Aeleanna coaxed him.

"What the bleeding hell? Didn't she say this was some kind of vegetable soup? Where the fuck are the vegetables? There's literally nothing in this to chew. It looks like something old people with no teeth would ingest!" Nigel exclaimed. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head at how this entire plan was going straight to hell, in his mind.

"She said it was a vegetable blend soup, my love. I imagine that means there are vegetables in there, but they were all cooked, mashed, then puréed together." Aeleanna shrugged as she took a bite of the delicious whipped potatoes.

"Unbelievable!" Nigel exclaimed.

"It smells good, Nigel. I'm sure it's tasty." Aeleanna smiled.

"What the hell do people have against meat around here?" Nigel sighed, shaking his head.

The Sheriff was walking along the large corridor of the main floor when he saw Nichol coming toward him, flanked by Richard and Luke. Alfred headed to the stairs that led to the sub level to return to his post and relieve Castor, while Finn headed to the stairs leading to the second floor. Richard was carrying Nichol's chair, and Luke was carrying the longbow and quiver of arrows.

"Ah! There you are. How did the training go with Albert and Finn?" the Sheriff asked.

Luke looked down and smirked.

Richard began to softly chuckle.

"We need to talk, mate." Nichol said.

The Sheriff regarded him, curiously.

"I see." he said. He frowned. He wondered if that meant that the training didn't go over very well?

"Men, If you could kindly deliver those to my rooms, that would be grand." Nichol said to Luke and Richard, nodding to the items they carried for him.

"Of course, Nichol." Luke said.

"We're on it, Nichol." Richard nodded.

"Cheers, men. I appreciate your assistance today." Nichol smiled.

"Luke?" the Sheriff asked.

"Yes, Milord?" Luke nodded.

"Will you be in your rooms after that, lad?"

"Yes, Milord."

"Good. I'll be stopping by briefly after I have a word with Nichol, if that's agreeable." the Sheriff said.

"Of course, Milord." Luke nodded.

Luke and Richard turned and headed toward the stairs.

"Hmm. Wonder what that's about?" Richard quietly asked Luke as they made their way to the stairs.

"I imagine it has something to do with the plans for the church mission tonight." Luke opined.

"Of course. I almost forgot about that." Richard nodded.

The Sheriff motioned for Nichol to follow him inside the Council Quarters. After the door was closed, the Sheriff watched Nichol walk toward the table. He set his large leather bag upon it that contained the crossbows, writing supplies, and minute glass. Then, he reached across to the pitcher of water and poured some into a goblet. He took a few sips, then placed the goblet down on the table. He turned toward the Sheriff, leaning on his walking stick.

Nottingham narrowed his eyes upon him.

"Was it that bad, Nic? Curses!"

"Alfred has shown some improvement since Monday. He just needs a little more time learning how to manage his blade — even though the men were using staffs. Finn did fairly well with that, too. He just needs more confidence and a little refinement." Nichol began.

"I see. I'm guessing there's a 'but' coming somewhere, Nic. Who was the problem?"

"There was no problem."

"What? Then, what do you wish to talk about?"

"We need to talk about… Finn." Nichol scoffed.

"Really? What did Finn do, Nic? Was he disruptive out there?" the Sheriff asked, pointedly.

"No, but he's been keeping a gargantuan secret from… everyone. Mostly… you." Nichol hinted.

"Really? What do you mean by that, Nic?"

"After the men finished training using the staffs to simulate swordplay, I asked Finn to demonstrate his longbow ability. I needed to know where he was at with it, so I would know how to proceed. Just as we did with Alfred on Monday — who fired off fifteen shots in a minute, shocking Richard, Nigel, and myself." Nichol began.

"Yes, you mentioned that to me. How is Finn with the longbow?" he pressed.

"Ha! Remember they used to call Locksley — "Master of the Bow"?" Nichol reminded him. He let go of the walking stick briefly, leaning it against the table, and made air quotes using the first two fingers of each of his hands at the mention of the moniker.

"Hmm. Yes, I guess some said that about him. What does that have to do with anything?"

"They never met Finn, George. Holy. Fuck." Nichol scoffed, shaking his head, still in utter disbelief over what he observed.

"What happened, Nic? Enlighten me."

"I'll do better than that. I'll astonish you, just as we all were." Nichol hinted.

"Nic!" the Sheriff huffed, impatiently.

"That lad fired off nineteen shots in only one minute, George. All nineteen hit centre mass. He pretty much destroyed the target, singlehandedly." a beat. "I still can't believe it. I couldn't look away, because he moved so fast it was like a blur. I counted the arrows thrice when they were brought to me, because he was honestly so fast, I couldn't get a proper count." Nichol smirked, with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"What?" the Sheriff asked, slowly. "You must be jesting!"

"I would never joke about something like this, mate. I've honestly never seen anyone perform as well with the longbow as Finn did. He made everyone here look like amateurs." a beat. "It was bloody insane, mate!" Nichol exclaimed.

"So, who knew this? That Ozzy bloke he's been partnered with?"

"No. He says he never told anyone. Said he didn't wish to appear boastful, and didn't think it would matter." Nichol sighed.

"Seriously? Who taught him?"

"He taught himself, mate! I questioned him about it. He started with it about two and half years ago, all on his own. He practices frequently. Says he likes it because he prefers to stay at a distance since he's not a fan of blood, or some such codswallop. A self taught master of the bow, mate. Right here. In Nottingham Castle. Isn't that fucking delightful?" Nichol smirked.

"It certainly is, Nic. You're absolutely sure on the arrow count?"

"One hundred percent, mate. Counted them thrice." Nichol nodded.

"Unbelievable. I can't believe he didn't tell anyone. He should have informed me."

"Yes. He should have. I told him that, too." Nichol said.

"This certainly changes a few things." the Sheriff said.

"It does. Oh, there's something else I forgot to mention."

"What is it, Nic?"

"He is also proficient at firing off two arrows at once. He demonstrated that after his mind blowing performance. They were perfectly aimed, hitting centre mass. Then, he loaded three arrows and managed to fire those off, too. Those didn't have the best aim, however. He hit the groin area with those, but he said he's only recently starting practicing using three." Nichol smirked.

"What?"

"It's true, mate." Nichol said.

"Looks like confidence is the biggest stumbling block with Albert and Finn." Nottingham sighed.

"Not when they're handling longbows and crossbows, mate. They both excel at it." Nichol pointed out.

"This is good. This might even motivate the others, too. You know how competitive Nigel and Mordrid are, just to name a couple who come to mind. When they get wind of this, I expect we'll see those two fiercely practicing with their longbows, as well." a beat. "What a nice side effect. As long as Nigel doesn't find out before he's healed." Nottingham sighed.

"What do you mean, mate?" Nichol asked, curiously.

"I went to visit him this morning. I needed to discuss the celebration tomorrow night, and show him one of the new shields. He spent the entire time exercising, Nic. It was insanity!" the Sheriff sighed.

Back on the balcony, the couple were still dining, and Nigel was still grumbling about the soup he was served, when Aeleanna decided to swing back to their earlier discussion.

"Nigel, are you sure this is what you want? Marriage? It's never been a talking point before. It was something we would mention occasionally for well into the future." Aeleanna pointed out.

"We're in the future, Leanna. Half a dozen years we've made it work. It's time." Nigel said. He set the spoon back in the bowl and pushed it away from him, shaking his head.

"I see."

"Still no reply." a beat. "Don't let this basket of bread be the highlight of this moment out here. This is time I'll never get back. Every moment counts, but I will not beg." Nigel said, firmly.

"I hardly ever see you. I'd be moving from that… to… this." Aeleanna muttered, looking downcast. Then, she looked up into his eyes. "Nigel, have you thought this through, my love? I swear it: you're not well!" she exclaimed in a whisper.

"I am fine, Leanna. You must start trusting me. I am not giving up my position here. I am good at it, my lady. So, there will still be times I shall be called away on assignment. That is a given. The difference is, I'll be coming home to you." Nigel said, softly.

"It's the only thing that bothers me about us. You — a Black Knight. You're literally in danger all of the time just for that, alone. I worry for you… often." she looked downcast and sighed. "Sometimes I wish… "

"What is it, Leanna?"

"That you… followed your father's advice regarding your chosen career path." Aeleanna sighed.

"Seriously?"

"Yes. I wouldn't… worry so much about you, Nigel." she clarified.

"My love, if I were a physician like my father, or working in any other occupation, we'd probably be dead by now. I am trained and prepared to meet any situation, come what may. I can promise I can protect you… us, our family, because I know what to do. If I were not a Black Knight, I wouldn't respond the appropriate way." Nigel tried to explain.

"I'm still going to worry about you, Nigel. You sure you feel alright?"

Nigel stood from the table and sighed. He stepped out of the canopied area and headed over to the parapet.

Aeleanna took a sip of wine from her goblet, then set it back on the table. She arose from her chair and walked toward him, standing beside him.

"Nigel?" she whispered.

"I am sure. I haven't lost my senses." Nigel softly sighed.

"I see." Aeleanna nodded. She looked over the parapet to the spectacular view below.

"Right. Is… that a yes, then?" he asked, eyeing her, curiously.

"If that is your wish, we must get something straight." Aeleanna hinted.

"What is that, gorgeous?"

"You best find a way to mind your language once this… hypothetical child appears." Aeleanna said with a knowing quirk of her brow.

"Whatever… Father." Nigel scoffed, then looked away.

"At least in front of the child, Nigel. We'll both work on it." a beat. "Start acting like who we really are."

Nigel scoffed, then regarded her with an eyebrow raised, frustrated with how this proposal was playing out. He was beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea.

"Hmm. Who are we?" he asked, pointedly.

"Schooled, cultured people, because we come from noble families." Aeleanna said.

"Christ on a pony, Aeleanna! I'm here being romantic, and here's you — wanting to turn me into my father! I'm not going to completely change who I am, even though my outlook is changed regarding a couple of things. Understand that, Lady!" Nigel said, sharply.

"I am aware. Speak freely with me, and your comrades. Just rein it in during certain occasions — a child's presence being one of them." Aeleanna explained.

Nigel looked down and sighed. Then, he turned to face her.

"I think I can manage that. No more demands, though. That one — I can concede to."

"What about… fidelity?" she asked, tentatively.

"Depends how irritating you plan to be." he smirked, playfully.

Aeleanna lightly slapped him on his arm.

"Nigel! For heaven's sake!" she sighed.

"If I'm meant to be a husband and father — as well as a Black Knight, of course — I want to take that journey with you. Only you, Leanna." Nigel said. "And, that's all I'm saying. Because, this is starting to feel like begging." he sighed.

"It pleases me to hear you say that." Aeleanna smiled.

"Don't try to change me. Alright? We've made it work for a long ass time, Leanna."

"Yes. Despite the… dalliances at the brothel." she remarked with a knowing quirk of her brow.

"Those were revenge fucks. We weren't in contact during those times, because… I thought we were done. I was… wrong." Nigel muttered. He looked downcast.

"Right. There shall be no more of those… revenge fucks. Not if I agree to this."

"It's taking you long enough to respond. I thought you'd be pleased?"

"I am. It's just… I am still trying to get accustomed to this entirely new man I'm courting. It's… a bit startling, Nigel, truthfully." Aeleanna admitted.

"Listen. The Nigel you knew is still here. I just… gained a new perspective on a couple of matters, which never occurred to me until an arrow was penetrating my gut. At least, I think that's when the weird… flashes occurred." he paused and looked out over the parapet, breathing in the crisp wintery air before he continued. "I thought of you. Then, I thought about having no bloodline to carry on after me. But, the first thought was losing the love of my life — you. I already figured that part out well before the arrow hit." Nigel said softly, looking into her eyes.

"I will, Nigel." Aeleanna nodded with a smile.

"What?"

"I will take that journey with you. I'm… overwhelmed this is happening. First, I thought you died. Then, you show up like a wraith after half a bleeding year. Then, you finally tell me what I've been wanting to hear from you for years. Next, you almost really died; and now, you wake up telling me you want to marry me and start a family straightway." a beat. "Am I… dreaming?"

Nigel held her hands in his.

"No, gorgeous. This is real. I am real. We're going to have the best life. You shall see. I will see to it, because you deserve it. I couldn't be more pleased that you shall be Lady Aeleanna Rainecourt, and even more importantly, you shall be mother to my children. I wouldn't wish to sire children with anyone else but you. This is our time, my love."

"May I… see that ring again? It's been three years since I last saw it. I always admired it." Aeleanna asked.

Nigel nodded and extracted it from his pocket. Then, he once again bent down on one knee before her.

"She left it to me, you know. She loved you. I think Mother was dearly hoping that you would be the lady I would give this to. She would be happy, and I am happy too." a beat. "One last time. Will you be my wife, Aeleanna Arundel?"

"Oh, Nigel! I will. A thousand times, yes!" Aeleanna smiled.

Nigel slipped the ring on her finger and stood. Then, she embraced him. She held on to him fast.

"Let's do this, gorgeous. The sooner the better." he whispered sweetly, as he held her to him.

Aeleanna looked up at him. She hated to ask, but she had to make certain his mind was sound.

"Are you sure? Perhaps you should think on this matter more, lover? You're not well."

"We must. I want to get started on that family we're having. We must do this before we're too old to relate to them." Nigel smirked.

"I seriously can't believe this. I think you lost too much damn blood. I'm going to speak to your father. We're putting a stop to those cursed leeches immediately!" Aeleanna exclaimed.

"This is me, Leanna. It's really me. I am not deluded." Nigel whispered, firmly.

"You must give me a bit of time to plan, Nigel. You know? Church, gown, flowers, a venue for the reception, music, guest list, menu."

"I'm sure that won't take long. Let's make it a Yuletide celebration. Imagine how enchanting that will look?" Nigel smiled.

"It would be. Let me speak with Lady Rhiannon first, Nigel. She just planned a wedding. I've heard it was beautiful. I need to ask her to connect me with whomever organized the flowers; and she has already said she'd arrange for me to meet with her personal Seamstress anytime I wish. I know her Seamstress. Used to get my gowns from her before she moved into this castle." Aeleanna explaimed, suddenly becoming a little more animated by the idea.

"Of course, Leanna. We'll make this perfect. I already have someone in mind for entertainment, as well." Nigel said.

"The Medley Brothers. Of course." Aeleanna guessed.

"No, my love. Someone even better than them." he winked.

"Oh. Right. Do you think he would agree to it?"

"I think he will." Nigel smiled, then he leaned down and kissed her softly. "Come gorgeous. Let's polish off that wine, and drink to us. I swear: you, the wine, and the bread have been the highlights of this entire occasion for me." Nigel said. He took her by the hand and led her back to the table.

"Nigel. Does anyone know you were planning this?" she asked.

"Only three people, my love. My father, Milord Sheriff, and your father." Nigel smiled as he pulled the chair out for her.

"Really?"

Nigel resumed his position on the chair and looked across to her.

"Yes. Father went to his manor to retrieve Mother's ring. He was so excited, I thought he might dance his way out of my chambers. I spoke to Milord Sheriff to get his blessing, because I wanted to assure him my role here is still very important to me. He completely supports our union, and made these arrangements for us." he smiled, gesturing to the canopy, the table, and the flowers. "Then, I asked your father when he came by unexpectedly. I was planning to talk to him, but I thought it would be after I asked you. He was also quite pleased." Nigel smiled.

"My mother will be, too, I am sure." Aeleanna grinned.

Nigel topped up their goblets with more wine from the flask, then set the flask back on the table. He picked up his goblet and held it up to her.

"To us, my love. May this be our new beginning. An entirely new chapter. May we always be happy." Nigel smiled.

Aeleanna raised her goblet and clinked it against his. Her eyes became misty with tears.

"To us, handsome. I'm… so overwhelmed." she smiled.

They each took a sip, then Nigel reached across the table to grasp her hand.

"Do not cry, gorgeous." he whispered softly, squeezing her hand.

"Forgive me. I'm thrilled, but… still shocked." Aeleanna said, softly. She wiped the tears away with her free hand.

"It's just us, Leanna. This is all about us. Breathe, beautiful. Take it all in, then exhale all of those negative thoughts out of you. Breathe in — good. Then, breathe out the bad." Nigel whispered.

"When did you become a coach, Nigel?" Aeleanna asked. She giggled, nervously.

"I didn't pay enough attention to you in the past. I took you for granted, until I realized my good fortune. That I could search the ends of the earth, and I'd never find another you. Truthfully, I wouldn't have bothered, anyway. There's only you in my eyes, and in… my heart." he said, softly.

"Nigel, I could swear sometimes it's like there's another man entirely inhabiting your body. You have never once spoken to me in such a manner."

"That's because we never spent enough time conversing, my lady." Nigel smirked.

"Yes. I suppose you're right." Aeleanna grinned.

"Every moment counts, gorgeous. There will never be any doubts. We will always be open. We need to build a solid foundation, Leanna. For the life we shall provide our children." Nigel said, then took another sip of the wine.

"I must say, it's especially strange to hear you talk about children. I never thought that would be a point of discussion." Aeleanna said, softly.

"So, you were just willing to go the distance with a man whom you thought — mistakenly, I might add — didn't want children?" Nigel asked.

"But, you didn't, Nigel?" she pointed out.

"I didn't count them out completely when thinking of the future. I suppose you're right, though. Before my injury, it was a remote thought." Nigel admitted.

"I was never ready for that, either. All I knew is that the idea of being with any other man but you made my skin crawl, truthfully. Being a mother was never a burning desire like it is with ninety nine percent of the women population." Aeleanna shrugged.

"And… now?" he asked.

"Now, I'm open to it, because it would be our child."

"Children. Yes, Leanna. Our children. Everything… it all makes perfect sense to me now. This is what life is all about, gorgeous. Every moment counts. We will make the best of all of our moments from now on." Nigel smiled.

The Sheriff didn't need to wait long at Luke's door before he answered the knock.

"Come in, Milord." Luke nodded and held the door for him.

The Sheriff stepped inside and Luke closed the door.

"Is this about the church mission tonight, Milord?" Luke asked.

"No. I need to speak to you, however. It's about… my son."

"Oh, right. Since… Nigel and Richard have returned to us. And, Lady Margaret is here." Luke said. "Yes. I assumed the child must be somewhere here, too."

"You did?" the Sheriff asked.

"Yes. It took a bit, but there was something Nigel said on Sunday that triggered a memory of the day I first met him — if you could call it a meeting. We were not introduced that day, but when he uttered the same phrase at our training session, I remembered him. And, he's been absent around here since that day, until I saw him on Sunday." Luke explained. "So, Im guessing that Nigel and Richard were guarding Sir Guy's manor in Nettlestone while your son was there. Correct?"

"Yes, lad. That is correct." the Sheriff said, wondering what it was Nigel said to spark a memory in Luke?

"Your son is home now. That is true, is it not, Milord?"

"Yes. He is."

"Well, that's grand, Milord! What… is there to talk about?" Luke asked, curiously.

"You're not at all puzzled by the fact that he was there for two months?" the Sheriff asked.

"At the time you gave me the note to pass to the Captain when he arrived with the boy, you told me then that the child was yours and Lady Rhiannon's. You mentioned she was unaware of the child's existence, and that there was a story behind that, but you wouldn't discuss it then. You said, you might decide to share it… in time."

"Yes. And, the time is now, Luke. I want you to know. So does Lady Rhiannon."

"Oh. Oh, my. Is… the child quite alright, Milord? He isn't unwell, is he?"

"He is fine, lad. He eats damn near everything in sight. Let us sit, lad. It's an unusual story, but I want to fill you in on some things." the Sheriff suggested.

"I see. Very well." Luke nodded.

They both seated themselves in chairs in Luke's sitting room, then Nottingham began to fill in the blanks. He explained Rhiannon's abduction after their first night together. The long captivity during her confinement with the child. The poison she was fed regularly. The difficult birth and how it nearly rendered her dead. And, how all of that affected her memory of carrying the child, and giving birth to him. He explained how her reading the two missives the cursed captor sent him finally triggered Lady Rhiannon's memory.

Luke listened intently, quite astonished the more the Sheriff explained it.

"And now, my wife and I have a six month old child — all of a sudden. If she hadn't been taken, we would have been wed a long time ago, and nobody would have had questions." Nottingham sighed.

"It doesn't matter, Milord. He is quite obviously your child. You forget… I saw him once. Remember?" Luke reminded him.

"Hmm. Yes. You took him from the Duke, then took him to Guy's manor in Nettlestone." the Sheriff nodded.

"I did, Milord. You asked me to chose between Drake and Adam to accompany me when you gave me the letter for the Captain, and the key to Sir Guy's manor. It was Adam who accompanied me. It was when the Captain and the team returned that Nigel made that comment. When he uttered it again on Sunday, I remembered him." Luke said.

"What exactly did he say?"

"The first time I saw him he said to Duke Farnsworth, "Are you going to trust the Sheriff's child to him? Mr. Duplicitous down there?", indicating me, and… cautioned the Captain about handing the child over, that the letter might be fake. The Captain assured him that you were clear in your instructions with the note I gave to him, and that he would recognize your handwriting anywhere. Nigel also mentioned I was the consummate messenger, if I recall." Luke scoffed.

"Hmm. Sounds on point for Nigel. So, what was it he said at the training session?"

"Early on, not long before you joined us while we waited for Nichol, he made a comment to Richard. He said, "Get a load of Mr. Duplicitous, Richard.", referring to me, of course. That was when I remembered him from that day in early September, Milord." Luke explained.

"Satan's teeth!" the Sheriff muttered.

"Truthfully, if I were in Nigel's position the day they returned, I would have had the same concerns. They were carrying precious cargo, Milord. He was right to protect your boy. Understand, Milord, Nigel and I are good now. We had a nice visit late this morning. I also visited him last night with Richard, Mordrid, and Ancel. Everything changed when you assigned us to the tavern on Monday and Tuesday nights." Luke explained.

"I'm pleased to hear that, Luke. You are both two of my best. You both have qualities I would hope to see in my son… someday." a beat. "You said Adam went with you to Nettlestone that day. Which of you carried my boy?"

"I did, Milord." Luke nodded.

"I see." the Sheriff nodded.

"He's a right good boy, Milord. He was alert through most of it, quietly observing everything. Then, I guess he relaxed, and he fell asleep a few miles before we arrived there. He looks so much like you. I… uhh… well, it got my mind racing, I suppose." Luke said, softly.

"Racing… with what?" the Sheriff asked with a suspicious quirk of his brow.

"With… ideas. A stream of thoughts I couldn't ignore." Luke hinted.

"What exactly do you mean, Luke?"

"I kept looking down at him, and in my head, the thoughts, the words, they just kept… coming… "

"What the bleeding hell are you talking about, Luke? Since it involves my son, I would like to know." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"In my head, I was composing a… lullaby for him."

"What?"

"That's what happens sometimes, Milord. I could be doing anything at all, and then the ideas hit. The words. The music. It's… insane sometimes. And then, I need to jot it down at the first opportunity, before I forget. So, sometimes there's a million thoughts racing in my head. The tasks I'm needing to perform, as well as… whatever creative bollocks are brewing." Luke explained.

"Sounds like a lot to deal with. I must say, I can't imagine that sort of problem."

"Of course not. You don't write songs. It's a common thing with musical people, I think. Artists and authors, as well." Luke shrugged.

"I see. Well, why don't you share it with me?"

"Now?"

"No, Luke. Next year." he sighed. "Of course, now. I would like to hear what came into your head when you carried my boy to Nettlestone."

"Oh. I see. Very well." Luke nodded.

He arose from his chair and went to a table where the gittern was resting upon. He grabbed it by the neck and brought it back over to the chair, holding it in both hands. He began to strum a few notes.

"It's not complete, but, here goes." Luke said. He began to play a soft melody for a few moments, then he started to softly sing:

"Greetings, child,

Could you tell us how it is?

How do you see the world?

What's an angel's kiss?

What could we learn?"

The Sheriff observed him with his eyes widened at the lovely song Luke was singing, and the quality of Luke's vocals. Luke was observing the position of his fingers on the strings, reminding himself of the music, then moved on to the chorus part.

"If we could only see the world,

Through your knowing eyes,

It would be a different time,

If we would heed the wise,

If we believed the way you do,

We'd see the magick come through.

Could we know innocence

Like you?"

He played a few more notes, then repeated the last line, softly. He stopped playing then looked to the Sheriff.

"That's… what I have so far." Luke shrugged.

"That was… that was absolutely perfect, Luke." Nottingham smiled. Then, he softly chuckled. "My singing Knight."

"Thank you, Milord. I'm pleased you like it." Luke nodded, then set the gittern on the floor against the side of his chair.

"So… when do you plan to debut that one, Luke?" Nottingham casually inquired.

Luke narrowed his blue green eyes in a curious frown.

"Milord? You mean… you would wish that to be heard… publicly?"

"You need to be heard, lad. I get it, however. I'm not meaning the whole damn town. Just those who matter." the Sheriff said.

"I wouldn't debut it to anyone without your permission, Milord. It's for your child — the one very few people know of." Luke said.

"Right. Well, once I take care of that, I'm going have you perform it. Perhaps at the Yuletide Ball… if… we're having one this year?" the Sheriff frowned. "Hmm. Better have a firm grip on that guest list, then. Nobody from outside this castle, except Gilda, and perhaps Leofwin Rainecourt." he rambled, softly.

"Are you certain, Milord? Perhaps you might wish to chat with your wife about it first? With all due respect, of course." Luke suggested.

"My lady will like that tune very much, lad. I had better warn her to bring her handkerchief. I'll let you know." a beat. "I hope you shall be a father someday, Luke." the Sheriff said, softly.

"Uh… that's a long way off — if it should happen — so, I hope you're patient. I can barely remember my own father. I helped Mother with my sisters, Felicia and Mary." a beat. "I'm in no hurry for that sort of life, Milord, and… I'm not being funny about it." Luke sighed.

"A shame." the Sheriff said.

"Why, Milord?"

"Because… men like you should be." the Sheriff said.

The Sheriff stopped by to see to his wife and his son before making his way down to the Council Quarters. Mordrid's team would be arriving anytime, and he hoped they would be bringing Thorne with them. The rest of the men needed for the church mission were being summoned by the Scribe, and Slayer and Safforus should be arriving at any moment.

When he walked into the den, Rhiannon stood from her chair and walked over to greet him.

"Where's our boy, my lady?" he asked.

"He's napping in his cradle." she said.

"Oh. What were you doing? I don't see that book anywhere?"

"I was waiting on Hildith, and the servants to come with hot water. Hildith is going to mind him while I take a bath. It's been a busy day. Before the riding lesson I was practicing with my bow." Rhiannon explained.

"I see. I'll just pop in to see him before I must be off again. There's a meeting downstairs, then my men and I have somewhere we need to be." the Sheriff said, then started to head to the bedchamber.

"George?"

He stopped and turned around to face her.

"What is it?" he asked.

"When were you going to tell me about how the dining engagement planned for tomorrow evening blossomed into a party — all of a sudden? With your Black Knights, and City Watch men added to the guest list?" Rhiannon asked, pointedly. She sighed and folded her arms.

"There shall only be two from City Watch — with their guests, and only some of my men. I suppose… I haven't had a moment to inform you. Looks like someone took care of that for me." he sighed.

"Yes. I saw Lady Gunilda. She was picking up a new gown from Madam Oberon. Told me she was coming with Safforus." a beat. "Wasn't this supposed to be a much more… intimate affair? When did this turn into a huge celebration?"

"When I found out tomorrow is Nigel's birthday. We shall also be celebrating something el — "

"What? I've never known you to host a birthday celebration for any of your men in the past. I don't even know the date of Sir Guy's birthday — your cousin, for crying out — "

"Yes. Because none of them jumped in front of me to act as my personal shield before Tuesday, Rhiannon." the Sheriff said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"What?"

"You weren't there, of course. You didn't see it. I suppose I… never had a moment to tell you about that, either. It was insane, Rhiannon. I can't even begin to tell you how incredible his actions were. One of those cursed sodding criminals suddenly had his loaded longbow aimed at me, and within about two seconds, Nigel took a flying leap out of nowhere to position himself between me and that arrow. If he hadn't done that, I probably wouldn't be here."

"Oh, my!" Rhiannon exclaimed.

"He took an arrow for me, wife. Zero hesitation at all." a beat. "He's getting a damn party."

"Of course." Rhiannon nodded. She looked down and softly sighed. Then, she looked up into his eyes. "That was… incredibly selfless and brave of him, my love. I will thank Officer Nigel, personally."

"You should, my lady. He is one of my best. He is the best warrior of them all. You don't understand. He pushes himself relentlessly. I saw him this morning. Needed to discuss a few matters with him. He spent ninety eight percent of our meeting performing exercises, for the love of Zeus!" the Sheriff sighed, shaking his head.

Then, he turned and proceeded to the bedchamber.

A short time later when he was back on the main floor, he was pleased to see many of the men entering into the meeting chamber.

When he strolled into the Council Quarters, many of them were already seated. Some were standing, conversing with one another. Present were Guy, the Captain, Robert, Nichol, Mordrid, Ancel, Gerad, Luke, Finn, Castor, Richard, Drake, Adam, Alex, Alfred, Slayer, and Safforus.

Nottingham walked to the table. He clapped his hands together a couple of times to get their attention.

"Alright, men. Everyone take your seats. We've a couple of matters to discuss before we plan tonight's… entertainment." the Sheriff smirked, then seated himself in his chair.

The men heeded his directive and quieted down, seating themselves at the table.

"For those of you who missed it, you may have noticed someone new added this evening. Finn is joining us tonight. For the next fortnight he shall be partnered with Luke." the Sheriff said.

"Should have guessed." Mordrid smirked.

"A… fortnight, Milord?" Finn asked.

"Yes. You had yourself mixed up with some nefarious characters for awhile, lad. Just taking precautions. Besides that, it seems all of us here could learn a thing or two from you." Nottingham scoffed with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Wait. We could?" Mordrid asked, incredulously.

"Indeed. That's hard to believe. What could we possibly learn?" Alex asked.

"You'd be surprised." Richard muttered.

Luke looked down and grinned.

"Ha! Learn how to avoid getting our necks stretched, I imagine." Castor scoffed.

"Look, men. Finn passed interrogation. He gave us solid information that was confirmed by the documentation that was confiscated from that church. He also gave us another name of yet another Jesus bloke." the Sheriff said.

"Ah, yes. Manny." Gerad said.

"What?" Luke asked, as his eyes began to widen. "I hope it's not the one I met."

"Sounds like it probably is, Luke." Mordrid frowned.

"Older man. Silvery, white wavy hair. A bit pudgy." Gerad added, then looked to Finn. "Does that sound like the Manny you know, Finn?"

"Yes. That's him." Finn nodded.

"Fuck." Luke muttered.

"Sounds like the one I told you about, Milord, right? He was meeting with Osworth and Everard at the tavern. I think it might have been Thursday night. Finn was at the tavern, too." Slayer said. He swung his head in Finn's direction. "Isn't that about right, Finn?"

"Yes. I was there." Finn sighed.

"Slayer, Finn was already vigorously question — " the Sheriff started to say, but was cut off.

"Yep. You were there, alright. You were pestering the supreme piss, right, out of my best mate. You recall?" Slayer asked, pointedly. He exhaled sharply and folded his arms.

"Oh, boy. Here we go — as Nigel would say." Ancel quietly remarked to Mordrid with a knowing smirk.

"No doubt, mate." Mordrid chuckled.

"I was merely conversing with her." Finn said.

"Ha! Really? Bollocks, Finn, right? After you left, she needed to take a break. She was drinking bleeding mead, mate, right? I've only ever seen her drink mead twice in a year before Thursday. She enjoys a mug of it on her birthday, and another during Yuletide." a beat. "You drove Edeva to drink, mate. Ha! Classic!" Slayer scoffed.

"Why is it every time I'm around him, I feel like I should have brought snacks?" Safforus commented to Alex while nodding to Slayer.

"Because he's funny as fuck, mate." a beat. "Right?" Alex chuckled.

"Nice touch at the end." Safforus chortled.

"I'd wind it back a bit if I were you, Slayer. He might be younger and… shorter than all of us here, but he could take any of us out in a second — and we would never see it coming." Nottingham said, firmly. Then he looked to Finn. "Isn't that right, Finn?" he smirked.

"Uh… " Finn stammered. He sighed and looked downcast.

"Really? Don't tell us he beat Alfred at crossbow training?" Drake asked.

"Alfred is still the best crossbowman. However, when it comes to longbows, we have our very own master of the bow right here at Nottingham Castle. He might even be the best in the shire." Nichol said, firmly.

"I highly doubt that." Finn muttered.

"What?" Guy asked, incredulously.

"Really? Just… how masterful are we talking about here, Nichol?" Duke Farnsworth asked, curiously.

"Nineteen shots in a minute. All perfectly aimed." Nichol grinned.

Everyone who didn't know about this fact were visibly astonished. Some uttered gasps, and many of them questioned if Nichol was serious.

"It's really not a big deal." Finn shrugged.

"It's a huge deal, Finn." the Sheriff said. Then, he looked to the men gathered. "This is twice in only three days that two of our men were found to be hiding their skills from us, because both of them wrongly assumed it wouldn't matter" he said, giving knowing looks to Alfred and Finn. Then, he continued. "If any of you are hiding a skill from me, I need to know about it. If any of you find out there are others amongst the Black Knights who are highly skilled with any weapon, or anything that will be of use to us, I want to know about it. Are we clear?" he said, firmly.

The men nodded to him in agreement.

"Milord, in fairness, that target was only seventy yards away. My performance might not be the same if the the distance is doubled." Finn pointed out.

"We shall find out. Right now, you've bested every one of us, and any we have ever seen. Everyone has been tested at seventy yards during training. You excelled, Finn." the Sheriff said.

"Yes, Milord." Finn nodded.

"Good. Moving on. Let's start with you, Mordrid. Tell us what happened at the Thorne residence."

"Nothing significant, unfortunately, Milord." Mordrid sighed.

"He didn't show. Not once?" the Sheriff pressed.

"Negative, Milord." Ancel frowned.

"And, did Brida Thorne leave the premises at any point?" he asked.

"Only to come out to gather wood. It was… pitiful, Milord." Gerad said.

"Looks like she still has that vertigo problem, Milord. She faltered a couple of times. She righted her footing, but, she didn't appear too hale to me." Ancel added.

"Beyond that, she stayed inside. No one visited. We performed regular patrols to stay ahead of that." Mordrid said.

"No tracks in the snow at the rear of the home where there's another entrance, Milord." Ancel added.

"He's really taking this fugitive thing seriously, isn't he?" Nichol scoffed.

"No contact with his fellow apostates. None even with his wife. Curses!" Nottingham spat.

"Ancel and Mordrid raised a good point today while we were on assignment, Milord." Gerad hinted.

"Really? What is that?" he asked, suspiciously.

"What if… you asked Richard to sketch him from memory? It's worked in the past." Mordrid pointed out.

"I've considered that, but if I can make the fool believe he's been forgotten about, we can catch him, as he will invariably fuck up." Nottingham said.

"Called it." Gerad scoffed. He looked to Mordrid, knowingly.

Richard was relieved to hear he wouldn't need to spend hours sketching the bloke with the bad beard… at least, for the time being.

"We will give it until strike three before we move forward with that option. Mordrid, you shall have the same men with you tomorrow. Your assignment is the same. Except, tomorrow you should be back here well in advance of the gloaming, to prepare for the festivities planned." Nottingham said.

"Understood, Milord." Mordrid nodded.

Gerad and Ancel nodded in agreement.

"In other news, Duke Farnsworth's team had success in room four at Nottingham Inn." the Sheriff announced. He looked to his Captain. "Do share what was uncovered over there, Duke."

"Drake made the discovery when he tore apart the bedchamber. It was all in there. A dagger, rags and gauze wrappings, rope, a flint rock and fire striker. And… a couple of interesting scrolls." the Captain reported to them.

"Well done, Draco, right!" Slayer said.

Some of the men began chuckling at the nickname Slayer assigned to Drake.

"Cheers, Slayer." Drake smiled, ruefully.

"What was documented in the scrolls?" Robert asked, curiously.

"Damning evidence, Robert. A hand drawn map to my lady's manor. And, my personal favourite: actual step by step instructions of tasks to perform the day of the damn deed. A bleeding murder kit, and a reminder list of how to get the job done!" the Sheriff exclaimed, still incredulous about it.

"Dear God." Robert muttered.

"God's nightgown!" Guy exclaimed.

"What a fool." Ancel said.

"Indeed. We've all the necessary proof to have him dealt with. And, he will be dealt with." the Sheriff sneered.

"Oh, right. And, as a side mention, the flint rock and fire striker are yours, Mordrid." Drake said.

"Figures potato bloke was the one!" Mordrid spat.

"More proof he was the one who started the cursed dungeon fire. We all knew, but that just solidifies it nicely." Guy scoffed.

"Indeed, Gis. Not to mention the one he started at the abandoned manor. Although, there are witnesses to that one." the Sheriff added.

"There are plenty who had to have witnessed him start the dungeon fire?" Robert asked.

"Yes, well… none of them are talking. Any prisoner who was questioned gave the same response — " Guy started to explain, but was interrupted.

"Let me guess. "Don't know nothing. I didn't see nothing". Am, I right? Ha! Tale as old as time." Nichol scoffed. He made air quotes at the mention of the popular phrasing from prisoners.

"Precisely." Guy nodded.

"Right. Their first hand accounts are not necessary, since we have everything we need." the Sheriff said, then he addressed the men collectively. "All of the updates are covered. Now, we will turn our attention to tonight's strategy." he said, then looked to Luke. "Does Finn know the plan?" he asked, pointedly.

"No, Milord." Luke said.

"What do you mean… Finn? You make it sound like he's coming inside the church with Luke and me — " Castor began, but was cut off.

"He is accompanying you and Luke, Castor." the Sheriff said, simply.

"What?" Castor asked.

"He is partnered with Luke for the next fortnight, Castor. He will be with you and Luke. Try to stay with us." Nottingham sighed.

"He's been manning the portcullis for forever, Milord. He's gonna blow the whole operation." Castor argued.

"My decision is final, Castor. Understood?" he said, firmly.

"Yes, Milord." Castor nodded. Then, he looked down and softly sighed.

"What… exactly am I doing, Milord?" Finn asked.

"That's what we're going to discuss right now, lad. Pay attention. We're going to talk about how you must act when you're meeting with the Jesus blokes tonight, as well as the overall plan." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"Very well, Milord." Finn nodded.

"Luke and Castor were invited to this council of cretins while working undercover at the market yesterday. Once you're in the presence of the damn Jesus blokes, Luke and Castor are 'Lucas' and 'Gryffen'. Understood, Finn?"

"Yes, Milord. And, what about me?" Finn asked.

"You won't use an alias. It will be highly suspicious since some of them are already acquainted with you through your two ex mates — scrawny Ozzy, and Faranone — with the flowing feminine hair." the Sheriff said with a knowing look.

Nichol couldn't help himself and began to chuckle.

Guy smirked and managed to stifle his.

"Right. Shall I act as if I know them?" Finn asked.

"Ye see, Milord?" Castor said, nodding to Finn. "He's gonna ruin the whole damn plan."

"Maybe he should stay close to Luke, so that Luke can keep him under his thumb. He might be good with a bow, but he's naive and he could jeopard — " Guy started to add, but was interrupted.

"I wouldn't discount Finn's intelligence." Nichol said.

"Really?" Mordrid scoffed.

"It's like he took lessons from Nigel on how to act obtuse, when the reality is completely different." Richard said.

"Seriously?" Gerad asked.

"He knows as much about longbows as Samson Fingle. He knows every fact." Luke added.

"Hmm. Maybe he just learned how to act from Ancel." Alex said.

"There's a difference between acting, and lying, Alex." Ancel pointed out.

"Is there?" Slayer scoffed. "That's good to know, mate, right?"

"Slayer!" Mordrid admonished. "Fuck." he muttered.

"Satan's teeth." Nottingham exhaled sharply. He cleared his throat. "I need you all to focus, for the love of Zeus." he ordered them, his voice elevated a decibel or two.

The men quieted down and gave him their attention.

"Let's stay on track, shall we? We need to discuss the damn plan!" he huffed, then regarded the trio who were assigned to head inside the church. "Luke. Castor. You two will go in ahead of Finn as a pair, since you're the guests of… curses. Forgot their names."

"Sygrid Capron, and Ingram Malek, Milord." Robert nodded.

"Cheers, Robert." the Sheriff said.

"Wait. You mean… SId and Ingy?" Finn asked the two men.

"Precisely." Castor smirked.

"They approached us in the ale tent at the market yesterday." Luke explained.

"Yes. So, Finn, you will position yourself near Luke and Castor, but act like you don't know them. No doubt that pair of Jesus blokes will introduce you to their new acquaintances, Lucas and Gryffen." the Sheriff said.

"Very well, Milord." Finn nodded.

"Glad to see you didn't wear your uniform, lad."

"Luke advised me not to before I headed to my rooms after training, Milord." Finn said.

"Good. Because the idea is to blend in." the Sheriff said. He turned and addressed the rest of the men gathered. "Some of you will also be… blending in."

"Got it, Milord." Mordrid grinned.

The Sheriff scoffed, then he looked to Slayer. "Not you, Slayer. Some of them know you from the tavern. They will wonder why you're there if you're seen."

"Understood, Milord." Slayer nodded.

"Albert and Safforus shall be equipped with crossbows. Did you bring those along, Nic?" the Sheriff asked.

"Damn right, I did. I have three of them to give to you. Just in case. They're in my large leather bag under the table where I'm seated." Nichol smirked.

"I thought you only had a couple of them to work with?" the Sheriff asked.

"I had one that Fingle gave to me. Then, there was a couple that were confiscated from the shed behind the church on Saturday. And then — " Nichol started to explain, but was cut off.

"Then, more weapons were loaded onto the wagon with Nigel on Tuesday night, Milord." Richard said.

"Indeed." Luke nodded.

"The new additions haven't been tested, but they appear sound, Milord. So, I have three here that you lot can take with you." Nichol smiled.

"Perfect." the Sheriff nodded. Next, he looked to Finn. "Are you particular about having your own bow if you need it?"

"I'm good with any of them, Milord." Finn nodded.

"Good." he said. Next, he looked to Mordrid. "Alright, Mordrid. Bring your longbow with you and a quiver of arrows. Better make that two quivers. If things go to hell, your going to get those to Finn. So, bring your blade, too, of course." Nottingham instructed.

"Of course, Milord." Mordrid agreed.

"Right. One last point before we head out to conquer, men. It's looking like a go for the celebration tomorrow night in the Dining Hall. For those of you who are unaware, it's Nigel's birthday tomorrow. Master Rainecourt has cleared him to participate, especially since he is invited to attend, as well."

"He deserves it. What a legend." Castor smiled.

"Damn right, Cas." Mordrid nodded.

"This is your formal invitation if you didn't know before now. You're all permitted to bring a guest — if you're married… " the Sheriff looked to Mordrid with a knowing smirk. Then, he turned his attention back to the men. "Or, if you're in some kind of… committed affair with a suitable lady, or a friend of a lady. There shall be no hired whores, nor lowborn unfortunate women this side of the portcullis. Are we clear?" he said, sternly.

His men nodded and verbalized their agreement.

"Good. The Prince shall be here with the Countess of Gloucester — his wife. Do keep that in mind. We shall have much to celebrate." he nodded.

"We will?" Alex asked.

"You shall see. Now, Leofwin is firm about this, and I agree. Nigel will be present for no more than three hours." the Sheriff said.

"Is he fit for this, Milord?" Richard asked.

"As long as he sits the fuck still, Richard — yes." he sighed, then addressed the men collectively. "We need to keep an eye on that one, men. If he rips those cursed stitches open, we're all in trouble. And, he's liable to if he continues to carry on like what I witnessed today." Nottingham frowned, shaking his head.

"What do you mean, Milord?" Duke Farnsworth asked, curiously.

"He spent the majority of our meeting… bleeding exercising. It was ludicrous!" he sighed, then turned his attention to the rest of those gathered. "Now, I appreciate his determination to speed his recovery along, but there's concern he's going to sabotage his healing if he doesn't calm the fuck down. For any of you planning to visit with him, do what you can to encourage a more… relaxed approach from him."

"I will definitely do my best to keep him in check, Milord." Richard said.

The rest of the men agreed.

"Good. Oh, one more thing. Just another stipulation about your choice of guest for tomorrow evening's wee party. Also, keep in mind: Rule Number One."

"Glad Lady Hayward doesn't have that rule, even though she's only my employer, and nothing more. I don't think that nice lady gets out much." Safforus said.

Drake raised an eyebrow and looked at Safforus. Then he looked down to the table and sighed.

Slayer restrained himself from his strong desire to gloat at Finn about bringing Edeva, out of respect for His Lordship.

"You know… Rebeccah is… cordial with me again. Does… she meet the inclusion criteria for Rule Number One?" Ancel asked, tentatively.

"Yes. She's only a few doors down from you. She also works for my wife. Since my… wife is wed to me, that definitely follows in line with Rule Number One." Nottingham smirked.

"I see." Ancel nodded. He looked down briefly and softly sighed.

"Well, I will be guest-less, because — who has time for that?" Adam scoffed.

"Ye have a good point there, mate." Castor nodded.

"Alright, men. Let's be on our way. Just before we arrive there, we'll go over who shall be following our principal trio of men into the church, and where each of you will be positioned. We don't know if these Brotherhood blokes will be armed, but we do know they've a seemingly endless cache of weapons at their disposal, so, we will approach this like we do everything else."

"Expect anything." the men replied, in unison.

"You're damn right, men. Meeting adjourned. Let's go. Nic and Robert, you two are in charge now." the Sheriff directed them.

"Of course, Milord." Robert nodded.

"We've got it. Go get them." Nichol smirked.

Nichol handed the large leather sack containing the crossbows to Duke Farnsworth. Everyone assigned to the task ahead followed the Sheriff and Gisborne out of the meeting chamber, eager to get this mission over with.

The dark haired young maiden had just arrived to Nottingham Inn and was settling into her room. It had been a long journey from Grimsby, and she didn't know if she was headed in the right direction, but she was following her heart. Because, somewhere in this cursed mess of a life she'd been living up until a month ago, there had to be a ray of hope shining somewhere in her path.

For protection, she was accompanied by a guard she had employed, using the gold that was rightfully hers, even though she had to steal it to get it back. The young muscled guard dutifully manned her door for her. Fortunately, the Innkeeper, by the name of Erasmus, seemed to think nothing of it. It would have been highly unusual for her to seek accommodation being completely on her own.

Plus, even more importantly than mere show, she would never be afraid. Not ever again.

She couldn't help but think as she sat on a chair in her room, sipping some hot tea, that she was going to have quite the story to share with her brother — if she should ever find him. She had only recently found out he was actually alive. For years, she was told her entire family were dead. But, it was a cruel lie, and she was far too young to understand she was being finessed. It was due to a grudge the man held against her own mother! He orchestrated a plan that went tragically awry, and now, after several years of basically being held hostage, she was finally free.

The only problem with that was — the man who had been her deranged guardian would be looking for her, or… so she thought it would be she he would be seeking, not someone else she would soon cross paths with.

She prayed to God she was getting closer to where her brother might be — if what she had been told was true. That he was alive and was headed here four months ago. She was certain if she could find him, she could finally be at ease. For, he would certainly find a way to arrive at a solution for the nightmare she had been living for years.