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?

37. Chapter 92

The Sheriff recognized the sound of the blade being drawn, and immediately turned to face Luke. He shook his head and put his right hand on the pommel of his own sword. Normally, he would have drawn it by now, but his best Knight was clearly not thinking straight.

"Just what the hell are you doing?" Nottingham demanded.

"You want to be rid of me? Fine. I'll leave. But, if you think I'm just going to let you execute me the way you did with two of your former Knights, you have another thing coming." a beat. "Mild mannered Luke, they call me. Ha! They have no bloody idea!" Luke shouted.

"Why don't you enlighten me?" Nottingham asked.

"Stop with the stalling tactics and draw your cursed sword. Now! If you think you're going to lure me away to some remote area in Sherwood to finish me off, you can forget it, dear Sheriff. It's not happening! We settle this right here and now!" Luke exclaimed as he began breathing heavier than normal.

"Satan's teeth!" Nottingham growled.

Rhiannon was still standing at the window, her mouth agape in shock, observng the scene below. All she could hear was Luke shouting at George. He was acting like a madman! She wanted to go to the trunk at the foot of the bed and rummage through it until she found her betrothed's dagger, but she was frozen in place. She didn't want to look, but she couldn't avert her eyes.

The Captain and the men who were present at the meeting were pouring ale from pitchers into their mugs, in the Dining Hall. They agreed they needed some strong libations after what they'd just witnessed at the meeting. All of them had just began to imbibe, and were conferring amongst themselves about what could possibly be bothering Luke, when the Sheriff's Lieutenant came running into the large hall.

"Sir Guy? What is it?" Duke Farnsworth asked, placing his mug upon the table.

"You need to come with me, Duke. Right now! George and Luke are out in the courtyard. Luke is out of his mind. He's drawn his sword!" Guy exclaimed.

The Duke's eyes widened in horror as he arose from his seat and ran to join Gisborne. The two went running out of the Dining Hall.

"Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and the wee donkey!" Adam exclaimed. "Is Luke trying to kill the Sheriff?"

"Sounds like it. Let's go!" Ancel instructed them.

All of them swiftly left the table and went running out of the hall.

"Draw your sodding sword. Now!" Luke demanded.

"Alright, Luke. If that's what you want, who am I to deny you?" Nottingham said evenly, as he quickly pulled his sword from his scabbard and brandished it.

"Luke! What the hell are you doing? Drop your blade. Now!" Guy called, as he and the Captain were fast approaching, holding their swords in their hands.

At this time Mordrid, Ancel, Drake and Adam came running out of the front entrance. They were astonished at what they were witnessing.

"Don't look so mild mannered now, do I?" Luke shouted at Nottingham with a devious grin, completely ignoring the Lieutenant's command.

"Then why haven't you advanced toward your target?" Nottingham scoffed.

"I will not go down like a craven! Finish me here, if that's how it ends, but you will not take me to the forest, execute me, and leave me there like rubbish. Do you hear me?" Luke shouted as he ran toward the Sheriff, his sword in hand and pointed at him.

Nottingham was quick to react. Their swords touched, then clashed, and they engaged in a duel. The Sheriff knew that Luke was out of his mind, and it showed in his movements. He had trouble focusing, sweat was pouring from his face, and he was breathing hard; yet, they had only just started this clash of steel and wits.

Rhiannon was still at the window, watching in horror. She couldn't believe what she was witnessing. She turned and ran to the foot of the bed where the trunk was. She quickly found her betrothed's dagger, grabbed her cape, and went running out of the chambers carrying both.

"Luke! Stop! I command you to drop your steel! Now!" Duke Farnsworth shouted.

"Curses! This is a bleeding disaster!" Drake exclaimed.

"We should move in on him." Mordrid said to Ancel. "He's too out of it with blind rage to know we're even here."

"Alright. Move in closer, men. Draw your swords, and we'll follow the lead of Sir Gisborne and the Captain." Ancel directed them.

"The Sheriff is going to kill him for this." Adam muttered, shaking his head. Luke was his mate. This can't be happening!

"I'd bet money he won't. He knows there's something wrong with Luke. That's why he kept asking Luke to look him in the eye at the end of the meeting. He's just trying to keep him distracted right now. I'm sure of it." a beat. "Luke is his golden boy." Mordrid said confidently, with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"They're engaged in a sword fight, Mordrid! This will not end well!" Drake exclaimed, pointing to the scene.

"Neither one will kill the other. Five crowns says I'm right." Mordrid smirked.

"Alright. You're on!" Adam said.

"Hmm. Let's make it three crowns." Drake said.

"Five." Mordrid said, firmly.

"Fine. I'm in." Drake sighed.

"Me too. It's been a good while since I was in on a good wager." Ancel smirked. "Let's go. Quietly. Luke is cagey enough for the whole lot of us right now."

They nodded and spread out, advancing closer to the scene behind Luke, Gisborne, and the Captain, but in full view of the Sheriff.

The swords continued clinking, scraping and clashing as the Sheriff and Luke continued. Gisborne and Duke Farnsworth were moving in closer behind Luke.

Just then Lady Rhiannon came running out into the courtyard holding the Sheriff's dagger. She advanced until she was about thirty feet behind the Sheriff's men, but she had a perfect view to the duel her betrothed and Luke were engaged in. She held the handle of the blade firmly, but couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was even worse from this perspective.

Not far behind Lady Rhiannon, but unbeknownst to her, walked another young maiden coming from inside of the castle. She had a missive in hand she was taking to Castor at the portcullis. He agreed to personally deliver it for her, to just outside of the Village. She had wondered while she descended the staircase, why she first saw the Sheriif's Lieutenant and another red haired man with a beard running out of the castle together. But, she had barely just touched the bottom riser of the staircase with her boot when another four of the Sheriff's men were running past her headed in the same direction as the other two. She shrugged and continued forward.

She exited the front doors and her ears were immediately assaulted with the unpleasant sound of steel clashing during a sword fight, and men shouting. She stopped in her tracks and took in the sight before her.

Lady Rhiannon stood somewhere around twenty yards ahead of her, her back to her. The lady's black velvet cape, billowing in the wind as her right hand held fast on the handle of what appeared to be a dagger. The lady's hand never moved, but the edges of the cape dancing in the breeze flowed around it, creating an eerie image. Beyond the Sheriff's lady, several feet ahead and spread out were the four men who ran past her. Next she saw the red haired tall fellow with Sir Gisborne, and then she squinted her eyes, focusing on what all of them were looking at.

The young maiden put her hand to her bosom and gasped. They were all focused on the two who were currently engaged in a duel: the Sheriff… and Luke!

"You've got to be faster on your feet, Luke. You're starting to look like a sitting duck." Nottingham smirked.

"I'm younger and faster than you. What do you to know?" Luke shouted as he thrusted his rapier toward him.

The Sheriff rapidly jumped out of the way, forcing Luke to move closer toward him. Luke was clearly having difficulty keeping up.

"I know enough to stay focused, and not lose my head, purposely. Unlike you, who's clearly taking poison. Stay in the game, Luke!"

"What the hell are you nattering about?" Luke shouted, as he moved in closer.

The Sheriff could see that Luke was having difficulty concentrating, and controlling his sword and movements. He knew in his gut this would be over soon. He was aware from his peripheral vision that the four men from the meeting were there at the ready, as well as his Lieutenant and his Captain. He was also aware that Lady Rhiannon was present in the background, as well as possibly a servant, but he couldn't worry about any of them at the moment. This swordplay needed to end, and then Luke needed to be dealt with, depending on the outcome.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Luke. Stop lying to me! Or, are you just lying to yourself? What the fuck drug are you on?" Nottingham bellowed.

Rhiannon stiffened. So, this is what this is about? Is that what Sir Guy meant when he told her that he and George had "seen this before"? With whom? The last time she heard her lover utter those words was just before Sir Guy and Meridwyn's wedding, when she had been taking an elixir that Mortianna had given to her, but, that was a matter that she and her betrothed kept private between themselves. Now, Luke? Why?

The four men looked at each other, in shock at what they were hearing. This was not like Luke at all! Is that why the Sheriff demanded Luke look him in the eye at the end of their meeting?

Duke Farnsworth was shocked, but conceded that this would explain the sudden change in Luke.

"You know nothing! You've got it all wrong. Stop talking and let's get this over with!" Luke shouted.

Every time Guy and Duke Farnsworth moved in closer behind Luke, the Sheriff shot them a look, shaking his head as if to say: 'No. I've got this.' But, they never took their eyes off of them for a second, and were ready to intervene on a moment's notice.

"Damn it, Sir Guy! They're going to kill each other!" Duke Farnsworth whispered, urgently.

"No, they won't. Look at them. Luke is running out of steam, and my cousin is toying with him." Guy said. "I'm almost certain that's how this will play out, but keep an eye on them, anyway."

The two men continued in their dueling dance, running circles around each other. The dissonant sounds of steel scraping, clinking, and clashing pierced through the air as rain began to fall. By this time Gervase was at the door of the stables, observing the scene, nervously.

"You've had your fun now, Luke. Yield!" Nottingham commanded.

"Right. So you can get rid of me later? Think again!" Luke shouted.

"The hell are you even talking about? Oh. That's right. It's the fucking drug talking to me!" Nottingham bellowed.

Luke lunged toward the Sheriff, thrusting his sword toward him. The Sheriff darted and then moved in swiftly from another angle, knocking the sword out of Luke's hand. Luke was too stunned and breathless to react appropriately. And then, in a flash, the tip of Nottingham's sword was touching the base of his throat, as the Sheriff firmly grabbed Luke's arm, using his free hand.

"Do it." Luke whispered, unblinking.

Nottingham stared into his eyes, breathing rapidly, stunned at Luke's response. He lowered his weapon but kept a firm grip on Luke's arm.

"You had a perfect moment to finish me, but you want to draw this out. You're going to lead me into the woods. Deep into Sherwood, no doubt. You'll do it there, and leave me like rubbish." Luke whispered as he began trembling.

Nottingham shook his head slowly, astonished at Luke's paranoia.

"Lad… what the absolute hell are you going on about?" he asked.

"You were using fear tactics. Bringing me out here to meet with the stable master. That's what you're planning."

"God damn it, Luke! I brought you outside because if anyone needed air, it was you. We're going to see that Lady Gisela woman on the morrow. You know the one! The lady with the olfactory problem whom claims she can smell fear, arrogance, and other unmentionables. Remember?" Nottingham huffed, rolling his eyes and sheathing his sword.

Gisborne and Duke Farnsworth sheathed their swords and moved in behind Luke. They were preparing to grab and restrain him, but the Sheriff gave them a stern warning look not to, shaking his head.

The other four men sheathed their swords and moved in closer.

Rhiannon exhaled a deep sigh and watched from afar. She couldn't hear much of what was being said anymore, but she was relieved it was over. She placed the dagger deep into the pocket of her cape.

The young maiden who stood well behind Lady Rhiannon was unable to hear much of the words spoken, although she did hear the part where the Sheriff spoke of drugs. She was surprised that Luke would take such a risk, but she'd seen decent people make similar mistakes with poisons before. Most of the ones she knew were motivated by the pleasure it gave them. The young maiden sighed, and decided now would be a good time to head back inside. She would come back at another time to give the missive to Castor.

"You're lying. You can't do that to me! Finish me here with your blade!" Luke exclaimed.

"Luke, the only thing I'm going to do to you, is get you off that cursed drug you've been taking. Am I clear now?" Nottingham asked with his voice raised slightly, hoping this would finally get through to him.

"Milord Sheriff? What… the hell is… wrong with me?" Luke whispered, as his eyes became even glassier from tears building. He blinked several times, and they never fell from his eyes, but the Sheriff saw it clearly, notwithstanding.

"We're going to talk about that, lad. I have a couple of people waiting to see us to help you."

"I'm… not sacked?"

"You will be if you refuse to get off whatever the cursed drug is. Otherwise, no." Nottingham said.

"My heart is pounding. And, I'm so thirsty, Milord." Luke whispered.

"I know. Come. Let's go up to your chambers now. We're going to sort this out immediately." Nottingham said as he guided Luke back toward the castle.

When Rhiannon noticed them starting to walk back, she turned and went back inside. It seemed her betrothed had things under control, and even though she was disappointed in Luke's behaviour, she didn't wish to continue being a spectator.

Within a short time, perhaps fifteen minutes, they reached the door of Luke's chambers. Thomas and Mortianna were waiting for them. The Sheriff nodded for them to follow them inside. He nodded toward chairs in the den for them to take a seat until he was ready to summon them.

"Come, Luke." Nottingham said.

Luke nodded and the Sheriff guided him into the bedchamber. Luke broke free of him and went to sit on the bed.

Nottingham seated himself on a chair beside the bed, close to Luke.

"Alright, Luke. It's time for you to do one of the things you do best — be honest with me. What are you taking and when did it start?" Nottingham asked.

"I… didn't think anything of it? It's just… a stupid plant. The instructions were to nibble a bit on the leaves and it would improve my level of alertness." Luke muttered as he stared down at his lap.

"When did you start ingesting it?"

"It's not ingested, Milord. The leaves are chewed for a few moments, then spit out. I first tried it late Wednesday night. I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about the report that Sir Guy gave us a few hours prior on the change in your condition. Since I couldn't sleep anyway, I decided to try it then and convince Sir Guy to let me relieve him for a spell. I just wanted to do more to… help." Luke explained.

"I see. And then… you couldn't fall asleep after covering Guy."

"Yes. Then it would soon be time to report for regular duty, so I would nibble on the leaves again before I left my rooms." Luke said.

"How did it make you feel?"

"Euphoric. Unstoppable. But then… I started to need it, and begin to feel poorly until I took it." a beat. "Like now. I need it… right now, Milord." Luke admitted in a raw whisper.

"It's over, Luke. Thomas is going to help you with that, and I'm right here."

"One more nibble. Then I'll see Thomas. It'll help greatly, you'll see." Luke bargained as he sprung from the bed and headed to the door.

"No, Luke!" Nottingham said as he stood and blocked him, placing his hands firmly on Luke's shoulders.

"I need it!" Luke exclaimed.

"You do not, Luke. You just think you do. Come. Sit back down right now. That is an order." he said as he guided Luke back to the bed, and pushed him back down upon it.

"He better have something for me to alleviate this achiness, then!" Luke huffed.

"We shall see. I'm sure he has some ideas for that. Give me a moment while I confer with them. Where is this plant?"

"It's on a table by the window in the den." Luke said.

"Is it safe to touch the plant, do you know?" the Sheriff asked.

"Yes. The magick ingredients can only be activated by chewing on the leaves." Luke said. "Feel free to bring me a leaf."

"Nice try, Luke, but… no." he said, sternly.

The Sheriff sighed then left the bedchamber. He closed the doors and went to speak to his medicus and his counsel.

"What's happened to Officer Luke, Milord?" Thomas asked as he stood from his chair.

"Luke has been taking something to keep him alert these last four days, Thomas. It's altered him, and he's become dependant on it. I need your help to ease him off of it. He's hardly slept in days." Nottingham said.

"Very well. I need to know what he's been taking, though."

The Sheriff spotted it immediately and pointed to it.

"That plant over there. In front of the window. He's been chewing on the leaves." he said.

Thomas walked over to it, and Mortianna arose from her seat and followed him, curious to get a closer look at it.

"This doesn't look like anything native to this country, Milord. How did it end up here?" Thomas asked as he closely inspected it.

"I've never seen it in reality." Mortianna remarked.

"That's a good question, Thomas. I don't know where it came from." Nottingham said. Then he turned to the witch. "Your comment tells me you know something about this plant. Care to expound on that?"

"I've only seen illustrations of it. He's right, Milord. It's not found in England. This mystical wonder is a long way from home." Mortianna said.

The Sheriff's eyebrow quirked, curiously. Then, they were interrupted by a knock at the door.

Nottingham opened the door and was surprised to see Guy and Robert standing there.

"What now?" the Sheriff asked.

"Robert has something to say about the origin of the plant I told you about, Cousin — if that is indeed the source of whatever has poisoned Luke." Guy said.

The Sheriff stepped outside the door to speak with them. He folded his arms and looked to Robert.

"I think I know how the plant got here, Milord." Robert said.

"Good. Enlighten me." Nottingham said, firmly.

"It was brought to the castle on Wednesday. When Diego brought the steel, he told me he left a wedding gift for you from Maximus Herrero, with Percival… the Scribe. Then, he mentioned he also left something for one of your men, but he didn't mention whom." Robert said.

"Wh… what?" Nottingham asked, incredulously.

"I remarked it seemed unusual that he knew one of your men so well. Diego said the man was quite friendly, and they'd chatted at the portcullis on other occasions when Diego was delivering steel."

"Curses! He was talking about Luke. I can just imagine it, too. The pair of them would be good politicians." Nottingham huffed.

"Diego mentioned to me that your Knight had commented to him that he always seemed so energetic. Diego said he brought him a little something to help with that. I didn't think another thing of it, until I spoke with Percival yesterday. I asked if he paid Diego appropriately for two shipments, and asked if he had the gift for you, and whatever was left for one of your men. Percival said that the gift was for Luke, and that Diego brought Luke a… lovely plant." Robert said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"So, it came from Spain. How the hell are we supposed to identify the damn thing?" Nottingham spat.

"Diego won't be back for two months." Robert reminded him.

"What about Thomas and Mortianna? Do they recognize it at all?" Guy asked.

"Thomas doesn't. Mortianna mentioned something about seeing illustrations of it. I didn't get a chance to probe further because that's when you arrived."

"Perhaps she knows something about it, Cousin?"

"Let us hope." Nottingham muttered.

"Indeed." Robert nodded.

"How is he now, Cousin?" Guy asked.

"Certainly calmer than earlier, but he'd damn near kill for it right now. I'm hoping Thomas can do something to ease that for him. The lad needs sleep. Desperately."

"Of course. We will leave you to it, Cousin." Guy said.

The two men took their leave, and Nottingham went back inside. He quickly relayed to Thomas and Mortianna what he was just told, that the plant was brought to Luke from Spain.

"It's not from Spain, Milord." Mortianna announced.

"What? What do you mean? The man who brought it to Luke arrived here from Spain with a delivery for me. He is here every month."

"That may be, but the plant is not native to Spain, either." Mortianna said.

"Alright, Mortianna. You can stop with your obfuscating now. Speak plainly! If it's not from Spain, where the hell did it come from? Luke isn't well. Tell me everything you know!" the Sheriff demanded.

"Very well. The plant is called coca, also known among mystics as the Devil's Magick, or Trick of the Devil. It comes from a warm, far away land." Mortianna said.

"Where, precisely?" Thomas asked.

"A long way from here. Even farther from Spain. It grows in the Kingdom of Cusco." she said.

"Well, it's good to know the risk of relapse is minimal, Milord. Not an easy plant to obtain." Thomas said with a quirk of his brow.

"Good!" he said. Then he looked to the witch again. "What do you know about the plant, Madam?" the Sheriff pressed.

"My knowledge of it is basic, because it's generally not well known in this part of the world. When the leaves are chewed there is a feeling of euphoria, and high energy. One would have to be careful when chewing the leaves because it's highly addictive. It makes one jumpy and irritable eventually, and that is calmed by chewing on the leaves again. But, it never stops. It's not something I would choose to work with if the plant could grow in English soil." she said with a knowing quirk of her brow.

"So, it's a stimulant, then." Thomas said.

"I suppose that would be the best descriptor for it. Yes." Mortianna nodded.

"Curses! Of all of the stupid plants Florez could bring into this castle, he picks that one! Now what, Thomas? How do we ease the effects this has on Luke, and get him to a point of wellness again?" Nottingham asked.

"I have some ideas, but I need to know when last he chewed on the leaves." Thomas said.

"Very well. Bring your bag and come with me."

Thomas picked up his bag and followed the Sheriff back into Luke's bedchamber.

Luke was laying on his side on the bed, a grimace upon his face. He was pale and covered in sweat. Nottingham was alarmed at the sight of him. He moved quickly toward the bed.

"Luke!" Nottingham exclaimed.

"Everything aches." Luke muttered.

"Thomas is here. He has a couple of questions for you. Alright?"

"Very well." Luke whispered.

Thomas took his bag and set it on the chair beside the bed, then sat upon the bed beside Luke.

"Before we begin, you must tell me honestly. When was the last time you nibbled on the leaves of the plant?" Thomas asked.

"This morning. Right before… I left my rooms to meet the Captain and the men at the stables. A couple of hours… past first light." Luke groaned as he started to writhe.

"I see. And, when did you start to… need it again?" Thomas continued.

"By the time we headed back to the castle. At dusk. But… there was no time to come here to my rooms on arrival, because we had an important meeting to attend." Luke whispered.

Nottingham sighed.

"Very well." Thomas said.

"Can you… make it stop? I need it to stop!" Luke whispered, urgently.

"Yes. I think I can help you with that, Luke." Thomas said, gently.

"Please. It feels… horrible!"

Nottingham took a deep breath, and put his palm to his forehead for a moment. It pained him to see Luke like this.

"I can't perform my duties like this. Milord Sheriff and I have somewhere to be on the morrow. Can you… help with that?" Luke asked the medicus, weakly.

"Yes, Luke. I believe I can." Thomas said. "Have you eaten anything today?"

"No. I had no interest in food. I'm thirsty, though. I'm desperate for… water." Luke muttered.

The Sheriff widened his eyes at that comment. No food? All day?

"It's the drug, Milord. I'm guessing it has suppressed his appetite. Typical of a stimulant." Thomas said.

"What is the plan?" the Sheriff asked.

"One drop of opium for the body aches, and one drop of belladonna to put him at ease. Then, he could take water and some nourishment. I expect he'll feel more like himself after fortifying himself and a good rest." Thomas said as he reached into his bag to extract the two vials.

"I couldn't eat right now, Thomas. I'm not even sure I could… hold water down… even though I'd kill for it right now… if I could." Luke whispered.

"I know. That's why you're going to take the drops first. We'll start with the opium." Thomas said as he held the vial to his lips. "Open your mouth, Luke. I shall put one drop on your tongue. You're too unwell to ensure an accurate dose if you administered it yourself."

Luke obeyed his command and opened his mouth, but closed his eyes. Thomas placed a drop of opium on his tongue. Luke closed his mouth and grimaced.

"Good. Next is the belladonna. Are you ready for it?"

"I need a moment. It tastes vile!" Luke exclaimed in a whisper.

"I know it does, lad, but it will help you." Nottingham said.

"Alright. Do it now. Get it over with." Luke said as he opened his mouth.

Thomas carefully placed one drop of belladonna on Luke's tongue. Then he placed the vials back into his bag.

"Terrible! When can I take water to wash it all down?" Luke asked.

"Give it a few moments. If you take it too soon it will only come right back up." Thomas advised.

"Alright." Luke muttered.

Thomas grabbed his bag and nodded to the Sheriff to follow him to the door, away from Luke.

"Is that it, Thomas?" Nottingham whispered.

"We shall see. We need to give a little time for the potions to take effect. Then he needs out of those wet clothes, then given water, and sustenance. Soon after that, he'll probably fall asleep." Thomas said.

"Very well. Do you think Luke would be fit to accompany me in the morning? We were planning to visit a home in the Village to question a person of interest. We wouldn't be gone long." he explained, quietly.

"That depends, Milord." Thomas replied, evasively.

"Depends on what?"

"It depends how long he will sleep when he finally gives in to it. He could wake in the morning. Or, he might also sleep all through the morrow."

"What?" Nottingham whispered.

"It depends how much he has slept these last four days, Milord. If he didn't sleep much, it's possible he may not awaken again until tomorrow at dusk."

"I didn't think of that, but it makes sense." Nottingham muttered. "Is he… going to be alright, Thomas?"

"I believe so. This was an unfortunate setback, but doubtful to have long term effects."

"I'm relieved to hear that. He's one of my best. I know you must be eager to return home, but could you stay here another night?"

"I was planning to. We still don't know how you shall fare on the morrow, Milord. I had instructed Sir Guy and Lady Rhiannon to alert me of any changes with you." Thomas said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Yes, well… that point got lost amongst the chaos that happened, soon after I became aware… again."

"What day is it, Milord?"

"It is Saturday. November eighth. Eleven ninety seven." Nottingham said.

"How long ago did you regain your memory, Milord?"

"It doesn't seem that long ago. Probably an hour or two before sunset. I've been fine ever since." he said.

"Any memory of anything of the last four days?"

"No. I thought today was Wednesday, until my lady informed me otherwise. I don't remember anything. I vividly recall everything up until falling asleep on Tuesday night, and everything since I… came to. Whatever it was, it can't happen again, Thomas!" he whispered, urgently.

"My gut tells me it won't, but I shall remain here until I'm confident of that, and also to see to Luke, Milord." Thomas said, quietly.

"I am grateful, Thomas." the Sheriff nodded.

"Of course." Thomas said.

"Have Mortianna take that cursed plant out of here on your way out. I want it destroyed. Tell her to burn it." he instructed, firmly.

"As you wish, Milord. I agree." Thomas said. "You know where to find me if you, or Luke need me."

Thomas stepped out of the bedchamber and Nottingham returned to the bedside.

"Milord?" Luke whispered.

"Yes, Luke. I am here."

"You don't need to stay. I've been… taking care of myself for… a long time." Luke muttered, while purposefully avoiding eye contact.

"Maybe that's the problem, Luke?" he said as he seated himself in the chair.

"I've failed you, Milord. I — "

"You failed yourself most of all, lad, but I know it wasn't your intention."

"I don't know what came over me? I made an absolute show of myself. I don't deserve your clemency." Luke muttered, as he continued to look away.

"I knew, Luke. I suspected during our meeting, but when I looked into your eyes… I knew. It wasn't you. It was the poison."

"You could have terminated me, and you would've been right to kill me if you chose to. I don't know why… you didn't."

"I've been down this path before. I didn't give up on him, and I certainly wasn't going to give up on you."

"Why?"

"Because he was extraordinary, and … so are you." a beat. "Don't tell your mates I said that." Nottingham said with a smirk.

"Of course. The man you speak of. He… died because of a poison?" Luke asked, still avoiding eye contact.

"He did die, Luke. But, not because of the drug he experimented with. My cousin and I got through to him. He lived for many years after, but he is gone now." Nottingham said.

"Your father, Milord — if you don't mind my asking?" Luke looked at him briefly, then averted his eyes again.

"No. I never knew my parents. The man was a friend."

"I didn't know my father, either." Luke muttered.

"I see." he said.

"My family are probably looking down on me with shame. I was strong for so long… until I wasn't. Now, I've brought shame to you, and that… feels worse than knowing my family in heaven are ashamed." Luke muttered, staring at the ceiling as a tear spilled from the corner of his eye. He angrily wiped it away, and maintained his gaze upon the ceiling.

"Luke, do you remember the words I spoke to you on Tuesday night when we met in my chambers?" he asked.

"Yes. You remember them, too?"

"I do. I meant what I said. And, I am still pleased to have you as one of my top men in the Black Knights."

"Even after my behaviour today, Milord?"

"Indeed."

"Milord Sheriff. I'm so ashamed! Forgive me!" Luke pleaded as he began to quietly weep.

"Lad! Shush! It's going to be fine now." Nottingham said as he placed his hand on Luke's shoulder. He couldn't believe it himself, but he felt tears welling in his own eyes. The last time he truly felt like that was when Nic was killed. He closed his eyes then blinked them away.

"You'd be right to execute me after my abhorrent outburst!"

"But, I won't. Look, I know you saw a different me during the last four days than the one you're inured to. I apologize for how I treated you."

"You weren't yourself, Milord. You had no control."

"And, neither did you today."

"Alright. I shall never fail you again, Milord Sheriff. I swear it on my life, and my mother's grave." Luke vowed. He nodded in deference to him.

"I know you won't, lad." Nottingham said.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. The Sheriff left the bedchamber and went to open it. He was surprised to see the four of his men who were at the meeting, and who quickly responded as reinforcement when hell broke loose in the courtyard. He stepped outside of the door to speak with them.

"I shouldn't be surprised, but I thought you'd give it more time than this." Nottingham said, addressing each of them.

"Naturally, we're concerned about him, but, the fact is… we work for you, Milord." a beat. "Shall we take him to a cell in the dungeon?" Mordrid asked.

The Sheriff narrowed his eyes as he regarded him, strangely.

"You planning to string him up in a few days?" Drake asked, nervous to hear the answer.

"What in the devil are you two on about? You were there! Surely, you heard me tell Luke he would not be executed?" Nottingham huffed.

"I think there were questions if that was true, or being said as a deescalation technique, Milord Sheriff." Ancel explained.

"It was truth." Nottingham sighed, shaking his head.

"He tried to kill you, Milord. Two others were executed who didn't… threaten your life." Adam shrugged.

"The hell is wrong with you men? Those two put people in danger, particularly Hector. Were you not paying attention to your supposed mate while he jumped around aimlessly, wielding that sword?" a beat. "He was no more going to kill me than fly to the moon!"

"I see." Mordrid said.

"Bollocks, you did! Officer Luke is starting to settle now. He's finally ready to take some sustenance. If you men want to be useful, fetch him a tray, and a pitcher of chilled water. He hasn't eaten all cursed day!" Nottingham spat.

Then, he turned and prepared to re-enter the chambers as the men were walking away, when he overheard them speaking. Their voices were hushed, but he heard them, notwithstanding.

"Looks like I'm due a total of fifteen crowns, lads. Told you he wouldn't do it." Mordrid said, softly.

"I'm good for it." Ancel whispered.

"I don't have it on me. I'll get it to you later." Adam muttered.

"Couldn't this wait until payday?" Drake asked, quietly.

"Wait just a bleeding minute! Get back here. Now!" Nottingham commanded.

The men stopped in their tracks and turned, walking back toward him.

"You men placed bets — on whether or not I would execute Luke? The hell is wrong with you?" Nottingham exclaimed in a whisper.

"I tried to reassure them you wouldn't do it, Milord. Jokingly said I'd bet money on it. It… got out of hand." Mordrid said, then looked downcast.

"Aren't you supposed to be his mates? The man is a mess! It's not even his fault. He didn't take the drug for a jolly good time. He took a poison that he thought would improve his performance!" Nottingham growled.

"We… had no idea he was doing that." Drake said.

"We didn't know the reason he was aiming his sword at you, Milord. We just saw him using you for target practice. We thought there would be… consequences." Adam said.

"Unbelievable! Go directly to the Dining Hall. Talk to my personal chef. Luke needs nourishment now that he's finally able to take it. I want a tray brought to him, and a pitcher of chilled water. Imminently!" he demanded. And with that, he went back into the chambers and closed the door.

"Told you Luke was his golden boy." Mordrid said as the men walked away to carry out his request.

Lady Rhiannon opened the main door of the chambers to ask the sentry to have servants bring hot water to her for a bath. She was surprised to see Sir Gisborne again. He'd just arrived to the door.

"What news, Sir Guy? Do come in." she said as she gestured for him to enter.

He stepped past the threshold and she closed the door.

"All is well. I just thought I'd come by to inform you that it appears George might be tied up for while." Guy said.

"What's he done with Luke? Is Luke in the dungeon now?" Rhiannon asked.

"No, Milady Rhiannon. He's in his chambers. My cousin is with him. I got the impression George wasn't planning to leave him anytime soon."

"That's understandable. And, a relief. After that incident I wasn't sure what George would do about Luke. It would kill him to be forced to punish Luke." Rhiannon sighed.

"He knew even before they went out in the courtyard that Luke had been… taking something."

"That's reassuring. It tells me that George really is fine. He didn't miss a thing — as always." Rhiannon smiled.

"Indeed, Milady Rhiannon." Guy nodded.

Nottingham was back in Luke's bedchamber. He sat in the chair beside the bed again, relieved to see Luke appeared more relaxed and comfortable.

"You feel up to eating yet?" he asked.

"I think I could, Milord." Luke said.

"Good. Some sustenance shall be arriving to you soon, and water, also."

Luke nodded.

"Luke? Can you tell me a little of what was going through your mind when… you were convinced I would take you to Sherwood, kill you, and leave you there?" a beat. "I realize much of that was the cursed drug talking, but… are you able to explain that?" the Sheriff asked, curiously.

Luke sighed. He knew exactly why, but he wasn't sure how he could explain it… without appearing weak.

"It's… hard to put into words." Luke parried.

"Try me."

"A… memory was triggered. It… kind of set me off, I guess. Normally, I could rationalize it and bury the memory. This time my mind was altered… from the damn plant. It took me back into… a place I didn't want to go." Luke said, softly.

"Tell me. What happened that brought on this memory?"

"When you said we were going for a walk, but the memory didn't happen until were walking together in the courtyard. And then… it all came back. Every chilling, haunting detail that was relayed to me, and that I saw."

"Luke? Was this something that happened since you began working for me? This negative memory you have?" the Sheriff asked.

"No, Milord. It happened years ago. It was… a bad time. The plant helped with that. It helped me forget." Luke said.

"We all have bad times, as you called it."

"Indeed, Milord. This one is… so bad it's hard to forget." Luke muttered.

"I've got time. Let's hear it." the Sheriff said, waving his fingers in a beckoning motion.

"Milord?"

"It's just us, Luke. Maybe if you speak of it, you can let the memory go… finally?"

"It my problem, Milord. You've been dealing with enough." Luke said.

"We're here now, Luke. Whatever you feel like sharing stays right here with us." the Sheriff said.

"Very well. Bear with me. I've never spoken of this with anyone, except my cousin."

"Of course."

Luke took a deep breath before he began.

"I come from a wealthy family, Milord. My father owned many of the local businesses where I'm from in York. He died when I was very young, of some mysterious ailment. I never got an answer from my mother about that." Luke began.

"I see. Where does the bad memory come in?"

"It's coming." Luke sighed. "He left mother set for life. We lived well, Milord. Until… a band of thieves decided to rob us, and it went… horribly wrong."

"Oh…" Nottingham muttered.

"I wasn't there when it happened. A cousin was there, and managed to hide. There were four men. They went though our home in a whirlwind, taking coins, jewels, anything of value — and beating my mother. They… violated her. Beat my sisters. Then my cousin heard one of them tell my mother to walk with them." Luke said, softly.

"Dear Zeus." Nottingham whispered.

"They knew she'd accuse them. By then, my sisters were dead. They walked her out to a carriage, then left with her. Days later, she was found in a remote wooded area. Her body defiled, and dumped like rubbish." Like said softly, his eyes downcast.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Luke." the Sheriff said.

"I somehow got it in my mind you would do the same. Because the damn plant unlocked that memory, and made me fearful. Irrational. I didn't want to harm you. I wanted to provoke you to harm me. I was convinced that was the plan for the morrow. I won't… go out that way." Luke muttered.

"I see. Understandable. How did you deal with that, Luke? That's… overwhelming, I'm sure."

"My Cousin was a witness, even though she managed to hide from them. She's also an artist. She drew their faces for me. That's how I was able to identify them. I… killed them, Milord." Luke admitted.

"You served them justice. Nothing wrong with that. You righted a wrong." the Sheriff said.

"Indeed, Milord." Luke nodded.

"How long ago did this happen?" Nottingham asked.

"My family were killed five years ago. But, it took another two years to track the men down who were responsible. So, while you had your plate filled dealing with Robin Hood and his men, I was dealing with that." Luke said, as he focused on his hands that were playing with the strings on his tunic.

"Did you have help carrying out your mission?"

"No. I took care of it on my own."

"Four against one. That's what makes you a good Knight, Luke. Among other qualities."

"In fairness, they were dealt with individually, so, I wasn't outnumbered." Luke said.

"It doesn't matter. My comment about you being suited to your role here still stands."

"I appreciate that, Milord. Especially, after my actions today."

"We've talked about that. It is behind us now. You must put it behind you, too." the Sheriff said.

"Yes, Milord." Luke nodded.

They were interrupted by another knock on the door.

"Ah! Sounds like the food and water has arrived. I shall return with the tray. Don't move." he instructed.

"Very well." Luke nodded.

When he opened the door, the Sheriff was visibly surprised to see Ladies Rhiannon and Isabelle standing before him. Rhiannon was holding the tray, and Isabelle was carrying the pitcher of water.

"I sent the men to take care of this." Nottingham muttered.

"Yes. You did. We saw them in the corridor. We asked if they knew how Luke was faring, and they said they were bringing this to him at your request." Rhiannon said.

"We offered to take over from them." Isabelle added.

"Should you be holding that tray, my lady? What of your arm? Isn't that too heavy?" he asked.

"It's not heavy. Thomas told me to refrain from heavy lifting for at least a fortnight." Rhiannon nodded.

"I see. And, we'll both make certain you follow that recommendation."

"Of course. Forgive me for intruding, George. I needed to know you are both alright." Rhiannon said.

"Yes, my lady. It's fine now. He is almost back to his normal self. I uh… saw you down there in the courtyard. As you know, I was too occupied to acknowledge you, however." he sighed.

"Of course. When I can clearly see that someone is threatening you with their sword, I cannot sit idle — no matter who they are. I grabbed your dagger and responded. It was the best I could do, but I had to do something. Your dagger is safely tucked back in its place now." Rhiannon explained.

"Of course, my lady." he chuckled.

"Is he… alright?" Rhiannon asked.

"He is not well, physically speaking, but he's otherwise back to himself. Just not as cheerful as normal. He's very apologetic, and he's punishing himself more than I ever could."

"Poor Luke." Isabelle murmured.

"Oh, my. You take all the time you need with him, my sweet. Should we pass these to you here?" Rhiannon asked, nodding to the tray and water pitcher.

"No. Actually, I'm glad you're both here. The lad is soaked — from rain and sweat. He needs out of those clothes and given fresh dry garments. Could you ladies assist him with that?" he asked.

"Seriously?" Rhiannon asked.

"He is not well enough to take care of that himself. You'll see. I'm sure he'd sooner die than have me assist him, and he's not very familiar with Hildith, the servant. That was who I was planning to summon for the task, but I'd feel better if you did that." he explained, surprising them both.

"It would feel… strange, George." Rhiannon parried.

"For the love of Zeus, Rhiannon! I'm not asking you to strip him naked and touch him in intimate areas. The lad needs help. If he remains in those clothes he's liable to catch his death of something, and he's already weakened." Nottingham sighed.

"Very well. Only if he agrees to it." Rhiannon said.

"We can do this, Sister. Luke has helped you and Milord Sheriff on many occasions. It will be alright." Isabelle said.

"Very well. You are right, Isabelle." Rhiannon agreed.

The Sheriff held the door open wider for them and gestured for them to enter. He indicated a table to set the tray and pitcher down upon, then asked them to follow him to the bedchamber door.

He opened it tentatively, and poked his head in.

"Lad?" he called.

"Yes, Milord. Have you been called away?" Luke asked.

"No. Your food and water have arrived. But first, we must get you out of those wet garments."

"Oh, no, Milord. There's really no need. I've slept in worse conditions than some damp clothes — when I was hunting down those four bastards I told you about. Honestly, Milord. I'll live." Luke protested.

"No, Luke. I've some people here to assist with that. We're changing those clothes, and then you shall fortify yourself. That is an order." Nottingham smirked.

Rhiannon couldn't help but look down and smile at the gentle, caring way that her betrothed was speaking to Luke. She was filled with pride at how well he was handling such a delicate situation.

"Milord, there's really no — "

"There shall be no argument about it, lad." he said, firmly. Then, he nodded to the ladies to follow him inside.

Luke was astonished when he saw who walked into his private bedchamber.

"Is this… a joke, Milord? You can't be serious?" Luke asked him as he nodded in the direction of the ladies.

"Not a joke, Luke." the Sheriff said.

"It will be fine, Luke. We're not here to embarrass you. We won't do that. We're here to help." Rhiannon said, gently.

"I could just die of shame right now. Again. And, I'm not being funny about it!" Luke huffed.

Nottingham began to chuckle.

"You honestly think this is funny, Milord?"

"No, Luke. I was laughing because now I know you will be alright. That was the first Lukeism I've heard from you in awhile."

"Didn't I say that at the meeting at one point?"

"You did. But, it didn't have the same effect." Nottingham said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"I see. Very well. Can… we get this over with now? If you find a sack laying about, can you bring it over here, too — to put it over my head?"

"Hush, Luke. It will be alright." Isabelle said.

"The ladies will be helping you into dry clothes, Luke. They're not here to give you a bath." the Sheriff said, shaking his head.

"Very well. But, only because I'm too weakened to protest too much." Luke sighed.

Twenty minutes later the ladies were speaking to the Sheriff at the door on their way out, while Luke was sitting up in his bed, struggling to eat the bread, and mutton stew.

"I appreciate your assistance, ladies. No doubt, he'll sleep better now that he's out of those wet clothes, and finally taking nourishment." the Sheriff said.

"Indeed, Milord." Isabelle said.

"It wasn't as strange as I thought it would be." Rhiannon said.

"My lady, I will probably be a bit longer yet before I return to you. I don't… feel right about leaving him. He's clearly not well." he explained.

"Of course, my love. I expected that." she smiled.

"I appreciate your patience." he said as he took her hand and kissed it, softly.

"If you need anything at all, summon for me, George." she said.

"Of course, my lady. And, likewise for you."

The ladies smiled and took leave of him then. The Sheriff went back into Luke's quarters, and went to the bedchamber door to look in on him.

Luke was reclined against the pillows drinking water from his goblet.

"Was the stew satisfactory, Luke?" he asked.

"Quite tasty. A shame I'm not very hungry. I ate what I could." Luke said.

Nottingham looked at the bowl on the tray on Luke's lap, and the half eaten bread, sitting beside the bowl.

"You hardly touched it, Luke. How are you not famished?"

"I don't know, Milord. But, I could down the entire pitcher of water in one go." Luke said as he took another swallow of the water.

"Except for a decrease in appetite, how do you feel now?" Nottingham asked as he took a seat in the chair beside Luke's bed.

"Still a bit achy. It's better than earlier, though. I'm thirsty, but only for water. I'm not quite as strong as normal, but my mind is clear now." Luke nodded.

"I think we should have Thomas come back. Just a quick check in, before you fall asleep, lad."

"There's really no need to go to all of this trouble, Milord. I'm not tired, anyway; but, you should get some rest. It's been a hell of a week for you, ever since your injury occurred." Luke said as he set the goblet on his tray and began to rub his arms.

"I'm feeling more fit than I have in days, Luke. It's not about me right now. It's about you." he said.

The Sheriff was displeased to see that except for Luke demonstrating a sound mind, he really didn't look much better. He was still pale, still trembling a little, and beads of sweat were starting to form on Luke's skin again.

And then… another knock at Luke's door.

"Curses! The hell is it now?" Nottingham muttered.

"I'll be fine, Milord Sheriff… thanks to you. You're obviously needed. You should — "

"I'm not leaving you until I know for certain that you're on a path to wellness, lad. You need to accept that." he said.

Then he excused himself and went to answer the knock on the door.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes when he opened it and saw who was there to greet him. The four men were back.

"Satan's teeth! Now what? Oh, right. Let me guess. Some of you need an advance on your wages so you can pay Mordrid?" he whispered, facetiously.

"It was done in jest, Milord, and we went too far. I suppose we were trying to make light of a bad situation." Mordrid said sombrely, then looked downcast.

The Sheriff widened his eyes, pleasantly surprised that at least one of them was owning up to a mistake.

"We didn't want anything to happen to Luke, Milord. He is our mate. But, we are pledged to serve you." Drake added.

"We made an assumption and we offended you in the process." Adam said.

"I can speak for all of us. We deeply regret our actions. We are sorry, Milord Sheriff." Ancel said.

Nottingham sighed as he looked at each of them a moment before he responded.

"Very well. Now, do any of you know where Thomas is staying?" he asked them.

"I do. Luke pointed it out to me recently, in case I would have need to summon him for… your needs, Milord." Mordrid said.

"Well, I'm fine now, but, Luke is… not. I need you to get him here. Tell him to bring his bag of tricks with him." the Sheriff instructed.

"Very well, Milord Sheriff." Mordrid nodded.

"Ask one of the servants to bring another pitcher of chilled water for Luke. It's really all he wants. He's nearly finished the last pitcher." he added.

"It will be done, Milord. I shall return directly with the medicus." Mordrid said, then he left to carry out the request.

"We'd like to see him, if that's possible, Milord?" Ancel asked.

Drake and Adam nodded in agreement.

"I don't want you men teasing him, or upsetting him. He's not well." Nottingham countered.

"We'd just like a few moments to give him our regards, Milord." Adam explained.

"He's our mate, and we'd never seen him in a state like we saw earlier. We are concerned about him." Drake added.

"Indeed." Ancel agreed.

"Very well. But don't any of you excite him! Got it?"

The men nodded in agreement.

"See if you can get him to take a little more of that stew. He's barely touched his food and he didn't eat a morsel all day, apparently." he directed as he opened the door wide and beckoned them to come inside.

They entered into the den. The Sheriff instructed them to wait quietly as he went to see Luke. He opened the doors of the bedchamber and stood in the doorway.

"You alright, lad?"

"Fine, Milord. You should take leave now. All is well!" Luke smiled, ruefully.

"Bollocks, it is! You're shaking like a leaf."

"Just a wee bit chill, Milord. I'm fine, really. You should go."

"I'm not going anywhere, except to take a seat in your den. Because… you have company."

"Milord, I don't know if I want anyone to see me like this. It's bad enough you've been subjected to it this long." Luke muttered.

"Friends don't care about appearances, lad. They won't be here long." Nottingham smirked. Then he turned and beckoned for the men to go on inside the bedchamber. He moved aside and went to take a seat in the den.

Luke was surprised to see his mates file in through the door. He was embarrassed to look them in the eye. He took a sip of water and looked downcast.

"You alright, Luke?" Ancel asked.

"You look awful, mate — if you'll forgive me for saying so." Drake said.

"I'm… not myself, I guess." Luke muttered.

"What were you thinking?" Adam asked.

"That's just it. I wasn't, was I?" Luke sighed.

"Since when do you go seeking poisons to get you through a day?" Drake asked.

"I didn't seek anything. The steel delivery man from Spain brought me a gift. A strange plant I'd never seen before. Said it would give me energy. We can all use a little of that from time to time." Luke shrugged.

"Leave it to you to make friends with the steel guy from Spain." Drake chuckled.

"Yes. I've heard that before." Luke muttered.

"Are you feeling a little better? You seem a bit more at ease." Adam observed.

"Except, it looks like you might be out of commission for awhile." Ancel added.

"I've definitely felt better than this." Luke said.

"Finish your stew, Luke. You need to eat." Drake suggested.

"I've taken all I can of it. I just want water. Can one of you take the food away? Just put it on that table, or something." Luke asked as he nodded to a table across from the foot of the bed. He held the goblet to his lips and sipped some more of the water.

Adam nodded and removed the tray from Luke's lap. Then he brought the pitcher of water back and placed it on the table beside Luke's bed.

"Is there anything you need, mate?" Drake asked.

"Milord Sheriff has taken care of a lot of that for me… oddly." Luke shrugged.

"Of course, he has." Adam grinned.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Really, Luke?" Adam asked.

"Yes, really. What do you mean? Do you know something I don't?" Luke asked.

"God's nightgown, Luke! If you can't tell by now that you are his favourite, you're damn near blind." Drake whispered, shaking his head.

"What?" Luke asked, genuinely surprised.

"It's quite obvious, Luke." Ancel added.

"He treats us all the same." Luke muttered with a shrug.

"Oh, you mean, like… how he can never get Alfred's name straight?" Adam pointed out.

"He's hardly in contact with Alfred." Luke argued.

"It's more than that, Luke. We could tell he was worried about you during the meeting. We just thought you were having a bad day, but he saw something more that we couldn't." Drake explained.

"That can't be right. He takes an interest in all of us." Luke muttered.

"Sure he does. But, you're still his favourite." Drake said.

"You're jest — " Luke was interrupted.

"It's alright, mate. We understand why." Adam smiled.

"If that's what you all believe, I won't argue further. But, only because I'm not fit for it at the moment." Luke said as he finished the water in his goblet.

"I don't know what that plant was you've been using, mate, but it appears to have done a real number on you." Adam remarked.

"I'll say." Drake agreed.

"I thought I'd be better by now. I don't understand it? Diego left a note with the plant, with instructions. He mentioned the plant helps him perform better. He always looks fit and hale?" Luke shrugged.

"I suppose everyone reacts differently. Even so, you don't need it, Luke. You already perform well." Ancel pointed out.

"Not today, I didn't." Luke muttered.

"It doesn't matter, Luke. It doesn't matter to him, either." Drake said while nodding to the doors, indicating the Sheriff just beyond them.

"Because he was extraordinary, and… so are you." Luke suddenly remembered the Sheriff telling him that not that long ago. He looked to his lap and smiled.

"Told you he's reasonable. Beyond reasonable after my actions earlier." Luke muttered.

"Indeed." Ancel nodded.

Just then, the Sheriff was opening the doors. Mordrid and Thomas were with him. Mordrid was holding another pitcher of water.

"Thomas has come to check in on you, Luke." Nottingham announced.

"We'll need some privacy." Thomas said to the four men.

"Unless you're planning to completely undress me and examine my naked body — which I'd prefer you did not, they can stay." Luke said.

"Very well." Thomas conceded.

The three men walked inside the room. Mordrid set the pitcher on the table where the tray was placed, then stood by the window with the other three men, while Thomas went to the bedside. The Sheriff stood closer to the door.

Thomas put his hand on Luke's forehead, and shook his head.

"You're burning up, Luke. Fever has started." Thomas declared.

"It will be fine." Luke said, dismissively.

"No. It won't be fine. We're going to need to bleed you." Thomas announced.

"What? I don't have time for this nonsense. Milord Sheriff and I need to go into the Village on the morrow to question a person of interest." Luke explained.

"Lad, none of that matters. If you're not fit for it, I'll take Drake. You mustn't concern yourself with these matters now." the Sheriff said.

"Curses!" Luke exclaimed.

"Just listen to them, mate. It will be alright." Mordrid soothed.

Luke sighed.

Thomas looked over to the table where the tray was.

"I see you didn't eat much. How do you feel? Be truthful with me, Luke." Thomas said.

"Achy and weakened. And, you're right. I'm not hungry. I just want water. Loads of water." Luke muttered.

"Alright. It's been awhile since you took those drops I administered. I'm going to pass you the vial of opium. I think you'll be fit to self administer it now. Only one drop, though. It will help with the body aches." Thomas explained.

"Very well. If it will help with that, I'd be most grateful. Even my fingers ache." Luke said.

Thomas took the vial from his bag and passed it to Luke. Luke uncapped it, followed the directive of the medicus, then gave the vial back to him.

"It tastes horrible!" Luke exclaimed with a grimace.

"It will help you, Luke. Now, I'm going to get someone to assist me, and I shall return. We are going to proceed with bloodletting. There's still poison in you. Do you consent?" Thomas asked.

"Yes. If you deem it necessary for me to improve, then I consent." Luke nodded.

Thomas left his bag in the room, instructing the men to watch it for him and not permit Luke to touch it. They agreed, then Thomas looked to the Sheriff and nodded for him to follow him.

Once they were in the den and close to the door, the Sheriff spoke.

"Is that really necessary, Thomas?"

"Yes. It's obvious the poison is still wreaking havoc with his body. Bloodletting will help with that."

"Whom should I get to assist you? Mortianna?" he asked.

"No. I think Lady Isabelle would be a good choice. She was a great help when I needed assistance with you. I'd naturally prefer Lady Margaret, but, she is occupied." Thomas said with a knowing look.

"With a very important task that you shouldn't need reminding of, Thomas." Nottingham huffed.

"Indeed."

"Isabelle was with my lady not long ago. They brought Luke the tray. I'd wager they're still together. I'll take you to her. I'm guessing they're in my chambers." he said.

"Good. Let's go. The sooner we do this, the sooner I can get started. Luke is quite feverish, Milord. I must begin."

The Sheriff nodded and the two left Luke's chambers.

"Were you really… trying to kill the Sheriff, Luke?" Adam blurted after they heard the Sheriff and his physician leave the chambers.

"Adam, what the hell are you trying to do? Provoke him?" Drake admonished.

"No. I was trying to provoke him to… kill me." Luke muttered, looking down at his hands which were toying with the laces from his tunic.

"What the absolute hell did you just say?" Mordrid asked, completely aghast.

"Lads, leave him alone. He's clearly speaking from a fever dream, or something of the sort." Ancel advised.

"It's true." Luke muttered.

"You can't be serious, mate?" Drake asked, incredulously.

"I was irrational at that point. I thought he had plans to… take me somewhere tomorrow. Kill me quietly, and leave me." Luke muttered in a monotone.

"Jesus, Luke!" Adam exclaimed.

"Where the hell did you get an asinine notion like that?" Drake pressed him.

"I told you. I was irrational."

"Where is this cursed plant? I want to memorize the appearance of it, so I know to stay the hell away from it." Ancel asked.

"It's gone. He had it destroyed, of course. You'd never find it, anyway. Diego brought it with him. I'm guessing it came from Spain?" Luke shrugged.

"Nobody better try smuggling plants into this castle again. I'll kill them!" Drake seethed.

"I'll kill them myself." Luke vowed, quietly.

"You? Good one, mate." Mordrid chuckled.

"I've killed before, Mordrid. I killed four men in ninety four. I'd do it again. No regrets." Luke muttered, still looking to the laces in his hands.

The four men shot bewildered looks at each other, wondering if Luke was being truthful, or was he being influenced by the feverish state he was in?

A short time later, the Sheriff returned with Thomas, and Isabelle, who was carrying a special basin in her arms that was used for bloodletting. As they approached the door, the Sheriff looked up and saw Floria walking toward him. He sighed and directed his medicus and Isabelle to go inside.

"Milord Sheriff? What have you done with Officer Luke? I'd like to see him. Do you have him in your dungeon now? I… saw the duel." she said.

"No. He is not in the dungeon." Nottingham sighed. He was tired of having to explain this to people.

"Is he… dead?" Floria gasped.

"No. But, he is unwell, Missy. You mustn't concern yourself with it."

"I was outside. I saw everything. I didn't hear much, but, I did hear you ask him about a… drug. I might be young, yet I'm quite familiar with pleasure poisons and their effects, from seeing it with clients and also some of the women in my time at the brothel." Floria explained.

"I'm surprised Madam Birghiva would permit such a thing." he said.

"She doesn't. Clients are shown the door and told never to return. The consorts are given one warning. If they fail to heed it, they are sent packing."

"A wise move on her part. In this case, Luke harmed himself most of all. He is still employed, and he knows what will happen if he tries that again. Right now, the concern is for his welfare."

"What was it he… took, Milord?"

"I'm not about to engage in idle gossip with you. If he wants you to know more, he will share it with you."

"I just want to see him." Floria said, softly.

"I'm sure you do. Now is not the time. He is not fit to entertain visitors." Nottingham said as he turned and put his hand on the door.

"Is he in there? Behind that door?" Floria asked.

"He is being tended to by my personal physician. This is not the time, Floria. He is not well." Nottingham said, firmly.

"I can't help how I feel, Milord. I… think he likes me, too. At least… I thought he did. I haven't seen him in days and days."

"He has been working double time lately — his choice, not mine. Go to your rooms, Missy."

"Please, Milord. I won't be able to sleep until I know he's on the mend. It… would only be for a moment." she implored him.

Nottingham shook his head and sighed.

"I will discuss it with him after the medicus has finished with him. The procedure might take awhile — "

"Procedure?" she exclaimed.

"Yes. It will be awhile! If Luke agrees to see you, you will keep it brief. Understood?" he said, firmly.

"As you wish, Milord." she nodded in obeisance.

The Sheriff headed back into Luke's chambers, as Floria began to pace, staying close to Luke's door.

"Alright, men. The show is over. Time to bid your comrade goodnight." Nottingham said as he walked into the bedchamber.

"Don't have to tell me twice. I wish you well, Luke, but… I'd rather not see this part." Drake muttered.

"God, I hate needles!" Luke huffed.

"No one likes them, Luke. But, sometimes this is necessary. Take it as a lesson learned." the Sheriff said.

"Kind of rich coming from a man who recently felt the tip of a sword at his throat. You weren't afraid of that, but you're afraid of needles?" Adam quipped.

"Adam! I swear… " Drake muttered.

"He was never in danger, Adam. I was making a point — if you'll pardon the… pun." Nottingham sighed.

"I didn't say I'm afraid of them. Just that I hate them." Luke added.

"Good. Then there's no need to complain. I don't use a needle, Luke. I use a lancet." Thomas said.

"Wait… a what, now?" Luke asked incredulously as his face turned more pale.

"Well, good luck, mate. If you need anything, send for us. Fair?" Mordrid asked.

"Indeed." Luke nodded.

The men bid him goodnight and took their leave.

"Alright. I guess I am ready." Luke said to Thomas.

"Very well. You just sit back and relax, and we shall begin now." Thomas said.

Isabelle brought the basin to him and instructed Luke where to rest his arm on the cutout area of the basin.

"I don't feel too well. Milord? Would you… stay with me for this part?" Luke asked.

"Of course, lad." Nottingham said as he took a seat in the chair beside the bed.

"You had better hold his arm for me until I make the cut, Milady Isabelle." Thomas said.

"Of course." Isabelle nodded as she held Luke's right arm in place.

"Cut? What?" Luke exclaimed.

"Of course, Luke. How else did you think the blood would flow?" Thomas asked.

"Am I going to… die?" Luke asked as he began to breathe rapidly.

"Lad, calm down. You are not going to die. Everything will be alright." Nottingham said.

"Calm? How can one stay calm when their life force is being drained from them?"

"Lady Rhiannon has had this done to her. And, so have I — by a worse method than this one." Nottingham said.

"What? How can it be worse than this?"

"We're still here to talk about it. So will you be. Now, take some breaths, or something… and calm yourself. There's no need to get yourself in a state over it." Nottingham sighed.

Thomas used this moment to commence the procedure. It all began well, until Luke glanced at his arm and the blood dripping into the basin.

"Oh, my God! There's so much! Make it stop!" he exclaimed, attempting to snatch his arm away.

Isabelle held firm.

"Hush, Luke. It will be fine." she soothed.

"I think I'm… going to retch." Luke whispered.

Nottingham looked to his lap, with his palm to his forehead, and sighed.

Thomas quickly scanned the room, looking for another basin. He found an empty one on a table and brought it to Luke.

"Hand me my bag, Milord." Thomas directed.

The Sheriff grabbed it, then reached across the bed to pass it to Thomas.

"I was going to wait to give this, but I think you need it now, Luke." Thomas hinted.

"Now what? Can't it wait? I might throw up." Luke muttered.

Thomas reached into his bag and extracted the vial of belladonna.

"This will help, Luke. Open your mouth. I'm going to place a drop of belladonna on your tongue. It will put you more at ease."

Luke closed his eyes, but followed his instructions. The drop was placed on his tongue. He tasted the bitterness, made a face and swallowed.

"Right. Are you done?" Luke asked Thomas.

"We're just getting started, Luke. Sit back against those pillows and — " Thomas was interrupted.

Luke's eyes flew open in horror.

"Just getting started? What? What next? You going to dissect me, too?"

"It takes some time, Luke. If it's done properly, it takes some time." Thomas said.

"Fine. How much time?" Luke asked.

"Close to an hour once it's all said and done." Thomas said.

"Curses!" Luke muttered.

"Close your eyes, Luke. It will help." Nottingham suggested.

"Milord?" Luke asked softly.

"What is it, Luke?"

"I'm not weak." Luke said abruptly, surprising the Sheriff.

"Luke?"

"You just need to know. I'm not weak. I will fight for you anytime you ask. I'll protect you with my life. I can handle just about anything, and I'm skilled in the use of two different weap — "

Isabelle looked down and smiled.

"I know this, Luke." Nottingham said with a quirk of his brow.

"I can handle all of those things, and anything you require of me; but… this is different, Milord. You don't understand. This is distressing as hell, and I'm not being funny about it." Luke explained.

"I understand, lad. More than you know. Close your eyes. It will help you greatly not to look. Trust me." he said.

"Very well. As long as you believe that I am not a craven!" Luke said as he closed his eyes.

"I know that. Try and slow those breaths down. And, for the love of Zeus, stop with this death fantasy of yours. It's bad luck, Luke."

"I shall try, but it's difficult when I can feel my blood dripping down my arm into that cursed basin." Luke sighed.

It was hour later when Isabelle was taking the basin from the chambers. Luke's arm was cleaned, and Thomas held a pressure dressing to the site of the cut inside Luke's right elbow.

Luke's was feeling more relaxed now, and finally opened his eyes.

"It's finished, Luke. You can rest now." Thomas said.

"Can I drink water now?"

"If you feel up to it, you can drink it. And, don't forget to eat. Even if you must wait a time, be sure to nourish yourself when you're able."

"Very well. That will have to wait, though." Luke said.

"Good. Now bend your elbow to hold that gauze in place. I'll stop by after a time to check in on you." Thomas said.

"How long must I hold the gauze there?" Luke asked.

"Until you stop bleeding."

"Oh. Alright." Luke nodded, feeling a little queasy again.

Thomas grabbed his bag, and the Sheriff followed him into the den.

"Someone should stay with him until I return. I'll check in again in a a couple of hours." Thomas said.

"I'll be staying with him, Thomas." the Sheriff nodded.

"You need your rest, too, Milord. Perhaps I'll just wait out here in the den, and then — "

"No. I'll stay by his side. I don't wish to leave him right now, anyway." the Sheriff said.

"Very well. I shall return, Milord." Thomas nodded.

The Sheriff held the door for him. He looked into the corridor as Thomas was leaving and noticed Floria seated on a bench nearby. He closed the door and sighed.

He went back into the bedchamber to see to Luke.

Luke was sitting back against the pillows, holding the gauze to his elbow.

"Are you feeling a little better, Luke?" he asked.

"Yes, Milord. I believe so. Still weakened, but better."

"There is… one more person waiting to see you." the Sheriff began.

"Joseph, the Jailer?"

"I hope you mean that he'd be here for a personal reason, not carrying out a task?" he said with a shake of his head.

"I can't believe you are not punishing me." Luke muttered.

"Luke, we've discussed this already. You've been punished enough from what I've seen. Enough with this self flagellating codswallop! Stay on course with me, Luke." he admonished.

"Yes, Milord." Luke muttered.

"It's not Joseph. This person is worried about you, and I've warned them to be brief. I shall be in your den to make certain the visit is brief. You need your rest. Now, are you up for this? Just say the word and I'll send them away if you're not able for it." Nottingham said.

"Perhaps a distraction would be nice, Milord. As long as they don't stay too long." Luke nodded.

The Sheriff went out into the den and opened the door. He stood in the doorway.

Floria looked up from where she was seated on a bench across the corridor, and he gestured for her to come to the door.

"Milord?" Floria asked, her eyes pleading.

"He will see you now." the Sheriff said, simply.

"Thank you, Milord." she smiled.

"You are not to burden him with anything that might be troubling you. He is not fit to entertain you, or lift your spirits. You shall keep it brief. Understood?" the Sheriff warned.

"Yes, Milord." she nodded, now trepidatious about what she might see.

"I will be just outside in the den. That is to make certain that you keep your visit with him brief. And, I'm only allowing this because of a gut feeling that you'll continue to pester me with this request until I give in. Do I make myself clear, Missy?" he said, sternly.

"Yes, Milord."

"Good. Follow me." he said as he held the door for her.

He motioned for her to follow him to the doors of the bedchamber. He opened them and looked to his best Knight.

"Your visitor is here, Luke." he said.

"Very well." Luke nodded.

Nottingham held the door for her and Floria stepped into the chambers.

Luke's jaw fell agape.

"What? What are you doing here?" Luke asked, incredulously.

"I'm here to see you, Officer Luke." Floria said, softly.

"Why? I… I'd rather you not see me like this." Luke said. "Milord?"

"If you're not fit for it, lad, I'll escort her — " the Sheriff was interrupted.

"Luke, please don't hide from me." Floria began. "You needn't be ashamed to be seen. You're not well. Let me sit with you for a moment. I'll be brief." Floria said.

"I suppose it is… thoughtful of you to stop by." Luke sighed.

"It's your call, Luke." the Sheriff said.

"Very well." Luke nodded. "You may come in, Floria."

She entered the room, and the Sheriff walked over to a chair in the den. He noticed a flask of wine with a goblet on a table nearby and poured himself a measure of it before seating himself.

Floria closed the doors, then went to sit on the chair beside the bed.

"Is there anything I can do for you? Do you need anything?" she asked.

"Floria? Why are you here?" Luke asked.

"I saw the sword fight, Luke. I was about to take a… walk in the courtyard. You weren't yourself. I couldn't hear words, but you were shouting. I was… worried for you."

"Why?" he asked, pointedly.

"Must I say it?" Floria asked. "Are you blind, too?"

"Floria?" he swallowed, dryly.

"I know it's futile because we are both employed by him." Floria said, nodding to the doors behind her to indicate the Sheriff in the other room. "But, I can't help my… I… like you, Luke." Floria whispered.

Luke looked into her soft blue eyes a couple of moments, then reached over with his left hand and gently grabbed hers.

"I like you, too, Floria. But… this is a hell of way for us to get acquainted. Me… looking like this. I made a mess of things. And, even if he would permit us to court each other, you probably wouldn't like me so much if you knew the truth of it — and, I'm not being funny about it." Luke sighed.

"Luke, I was a consort. I did it for money, not pleasure, but I was still a consort. And, despite that, you accept me. Whatever it is, I can accept it, too." Floria explained.

"I made a terrible mistake. I partook of a foreign plant because I thought it would keep me alert. Help me perform better. It did keep me alert. So alert… I couldn't sleep for three nights."

"Oh, Luke." Floria sighed.

"It made me irrational, and I dare say… mad. What you saw in the courtyard was the result of it. Me — charging after my Lord Sheriff with my sword in hand like an absolute madman." Luke whispered, shaking his head.

"You're not mad, Luke."

"I was then. And, the poison has made me sick. Fortunately, the Sheriff is very astute. He knew that there was something wrong. He let me act out — in an effort to tire me out, and then he got me help and hasn't left me since. I… can never let him down again." Luke vowed, softly.

"You won't. I know you won't." she whispered.

"You still like me after hearing that?" he asked.

"Yes. I do." she nodded.

"Well, that thought cheers me… and concerns me, too." he said as he squeezed her hand.

"Why is that?" she asked, softly.

"Because… I quite like you, too, Floria. And, now we have a dilemma. I would feel better to have his blessing. I never wish to see that look of disappointment on his face again. I… saw that a few times before he led me back inside the castle." Luke sighed.

"All we need to do is perform well. If we do that, he cannot say the quality of our work has diminished as a result of… courting. We can be discreet, and then talk to him about it when we're… ready." Floria suggested.

"Are you saying you wish to be my… " Luke let the words trail off, nervous to say it out loud.

"Paramour? Your girl? Only if that is your wish." Floria said.

"It is. But… we must approach this very delicately, Floria. God help me." he whispered as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it softly.

"Oh, Luke." she whispered.

"We need to take it slow, and give it some time. You still need to prove yourself to him. You've only been here a sennight." Luke said.

"I will. I'm very good at what I do. Just look at my gown. Would you agree?" Floria asked.

"Stand up and show me." he said.

Floria smiled and stood before him. She was wearing an icy blue brushed velvet gown. It was adorned with navy blue and white ribbon sewn across the neckline, with fitted sleeves that flared at the ends. Her hair was up in an elaborate braid, the same ribbon that adorned her gown was woven through it.

"You… made that yourself?" Luke asked, incredulously.

"Indeed, I did." Floria nodded.

"It is sublime. And, you look ravishing, my dear." he smiled.

"Thank you." Floria smiled as she resumed sitting.

"Guess I don't need to worry about you proving yourself to him in your new role here. You shall make the ladies of the castle happy. I've no doubt." a beat. "We're taking this slow, however. No one can know. He cannot find out from anyone but me. I must be firm about that." Luke said.

"If that is your wish, then I shall abide by it. I'm quite accustomed to being someone's secret." Floria said.

"As long as you understand the reason. I don't want you to be my secret, but this is a delicate situation. He has rules about this. It's fine to be friends with another staff, but this is another matter that he has warned me about, and I'd wager he warned you, too."

"He did, Luke. But, it was already too late. My heart was yours already." Floria smiled.

"Floria." he whispered as he grabbed her hand and kissed it again.

"Your skin is so hot, Luke. I see there's a pitcher of water beside you. Is there a towel, or cloth nearby?" Floria asked as she looked around from where she was seated.

"Don't worry about it. The medicus bled me. It's supposed to help with that." Luke muttered.

"When? Tomorrow?" she huffed.

She stood and went searching the room. She found a cloth on a table nearby. She brought it with her and proceeded to pour a little water from the pitcher into the cloth. Then she brought it to him and applied it to his face and his neck.

"I haven't even kissed you yet, and here you are — fussing over me." Luke sighed.

"Stop talking, Luke. You have a fever, for crying out loud." she said.

"I've never been so fussed over in my life as I have today." Luke remarked.

"You need it right now. Just relax."

After she finished cooling the skin on his face and neck, she folded the cloth and placed it across his forehead. Then she returned to the chair.

"How is that? A little better?" she asked.

"Yes. It's soothing." he smiled.

"I don't want to leave you." she muttered as she looked downcast.

"Don't think of it, Floria. He'll probably come in a few moments to usher you out, but just be with me until then. After this, we'll figure this out."

"Very well. There's something I must do quickly before he comes back, though." she hinted.

"What is that?" Luke asked.

Floria stood from the chair and leaned in closer to him. Then she brought her face in close to his and softly kissed his cheek.

Luke smiled and held her hand as she took her seat again.

"I will kiss you properly, Floria, but… not tonight. Not like this. It's bad timing. You understand?"

"Of course, I do." Floria smiled.

A few minutes later the Sheriff opened the doors of the bedchamber. Luke and Floria were speaking quietly, while Luke was holding her hand. A wet cloth was placed across his forehead. He smiled as he was speaking to the maiden. The Sheriff sighed.

Nottingham cleared his throat. Luke let go of Floria's hand. She withdrew her hand quickly from his and looked downcast.

"Alright. Time's up, Missy. Luke needs to rest now."

"Very well." Floria said. She looked to Luke once more and smiled, warmly.

"Be well, Luke." she whispered.

"Of course. Goodnight, Floria. Thanks for coming by." he smiled.

Floria stood and walked out of the bedchamber. Nottingham shook his head and followed her to the door.

The two were completely smitten with one another. Any fool could see it. The Sheriff recognized it in Luke's eyes the way he looked at Floria when the Sheriff went to the doors to announce that visiting time was over. It was the same look the Sheriff would give to Lady Rhiannon. Curses!

"Alright, Missy. You've had your little whim satisfied. As you can see, he needs rest now. He has three nights worth of sleep to catch up on." Nottingham said.

"I know, Milord. I won't interfere with his recovery." she said.

"Good. As long as you're mindful of your place here, as well as the rules." Nottingham said as he opened the door for her.

"Yes, Milord Sheriff." Floria muttered.

"Aren't you supposed to be helping Lady Arianna with my lady's wedding gown?" he asked.

"Not until we meet with her for her final gown fitting. We thought we'd be doing that today, but Lady Rhiannon told Madam Oberon that she couldn't do it today, but she said maybe tomorrow she would." Floria explained.

"I see. Very well." he nodded.

After he closed the door, Floria exhaled a sigh and smiled. She would sleep well tonight, of that she was certain. Luke cared for her, and now she was his. She would do everything to make this work.

Nottingham finished the wine he had poured for himself, then headed back into Luke's bedchamber.

"That was an unexpected surprise, Milord." Luke said, looking to his lap.

"Yes. You two were quite familiar with one another from my vantage point." Nottingham sighed as he took a seat in the chair beside Luke.

"She was… worried about me, I guess. I was just trying to… reassure her. She's a nice girl — "

"Luke, nice girls don't work at brothels." he said, simply.

"She not working at the brothel anymore. She works for you."

"Indeed, she does. And, I shall continue to remind you of the rules until they set in." Nottingham said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Of course, Milord." Luke muttered.

"Look. I get it. If you were the sort of man who could satisfy your whims with a woman and move on from that, I might consider giving you a pass for one hour of pleasure." the Sheriff began, completely surprising Luke with his candidness.

"Milord?" Luke asked, as his cheeks began to flush.

"But, we both know, you are not that guy. You're just not, Luke. There's a kindness in you. It's part of who you are. You wouldn't be equipped to just get your jollies and move on. It would affect your performance." he said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"I think you underestimate my ability to separate work from other aspects of my life, and my unwavering loyalty to you. Being a Black Knight is my identity now. Nothing will ever jeopardize that." Luke said.

"Luke, you took a poison that did jeopardize your position, and your loyalty to me. A drug did that. Imagine what a… budding romance could do?"

"I would never let that happen. The poison fooled me. Tricked my mind. I would never let a woman do that." Luke said, adamantly.

"Some women are manipulative, Luke. Especially, with a man like you. Next thing you know, they have their hooks in you, taking advantage of your kind nature."

"Imagine if someone said this to you, when you met Lady Rhiannon?" Luke pointed out.

"I'm quite different from you. I had no illusions that anything beyond a night of passion would occur. Of course, it turned out differently than expected; but, no matter how I feel toward her, I am still the Sheriff of this county." he said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"So, you're saying because I'm different from you, I might forget that I'm a Black Knight, pledged to serve you?"

"Basically, yes."

"I take pride in my role, Milord. I don't ever want to go back to my old life. My old life had no meaning — once mother and my younger sisters were killed. I wouldn't be content to be someone's husband, just lording over my manor and lands like a boring old coot." Luke sighed.

Nottingham chuckled.

"Don't underestimate my fierce loyalty to you. I know that fact was seriously questioned by my egregious actions earlier this evening, but that wasn't me. Not the real me." a beat. "I swear to you, I will never fail you again, Milord Sheriff."

"Good. Are you feeling more relaxed now?"

Luke wanted to say more. Tell him that Floria was not manipulative. That he was capable of dividing his time between his duties, and spending time with her. Luke suspected this might have more to do with Floria's previous occupation than anything, but now was not the time to pursue arguing with the Sheriff about it.

"I believe I am, Milord. I'm fine now. You should return to your lady."

"I'm staying right here, Luke. Thomas is expected back shortly, anyway. I might do that then. And, if I do, I'll be back in the morning to look in on you."

"Very well. You're going to be awfully bored if I fall asleep, however." Luke said, softly.

"I'm sure I'll survive, Luke. Close your eyes." he said.

"It's very strange to even consider such a thing while you're seated beside me, Milord; and, I'm not being funny about it. I never would've conjured this in a dream." Luke protested, firmly shaking his head.

"Of course. But, this is what is best for you in this moment. It's an out of the ordinary moment, Luke — because you decided to chew on a plant you knew nothing about." the Sheriff said softly, yet firmly, as his eyebrow shot north.

"Very well." Luke relented. He sighed, and looked downcast.

Then, he closed his eyes and was soon fast asleep.

A short time later, Gisborne stopped by to speak with the Sheriff. They stood near the door, inside the den.

"How is he now, Cousin?" Guy asked, nodding to the doors of the bedchamber.

"He's finally asleep. It's impossible to predict how long that will last. Thomas thinks he may sleep until late tomorrow. Possibly until sundown."

"I suppose that's understandable if he hasn't slept much for the last three nights." Guy nodded.

"Indeed. The plant really made a mess of him. Thomas had to bleed him. Fever set in." Nottingham said.

"That's not good. I hope he'll be alright."

"We shall see."

"When did he finally relax enough to sleep?" Guy asked.

"About a half hour ago. He finally was at ease after… a visit with Floria." Nottingham sighed.

"Oh. I see." Guy frowned.

"Yes. And… I wish I didn't see. I was out here in the den to make sure she kept her visit brief. When I went to the doors to usher her out, he was holding her hand — looking at her the way you look at Meridwyn, and the way I look at my lady." Nottingham said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"It's just a passing fancy, Cousin. It has to be."

"I hope you're right. She looked like she was floating on air when she left here. Like she could've danced all the way to her rooms. Curses! Just what we need, after the state he's been in today."

"Don't think of that right now, George. At least wait until Luke is better before you address it."

"Of course. We're going to need to keep an eye on those two."

"I will be sure to observe for any signs of them getting closer."

"Good. Is there anything you need to tell me?"

"No. Nothing of any significance, Cousin. I just came to check in on you and Luke, and I brought Lady Rhiannon's betrothal ring for you." Guy said as he reached into the pocket of his doublet. He extracted a small black velvet drawstring bag and passed it to him. "It's inside this little satchel. Meridwyn thought it would stay safer inside there." Guy said.

Nottingham took it and put it inside a pocket of his doublet.

"Thank you, Gis. I shall feel better to see it back on my lady's finger."

"What about you, George? Are you feeling well?"

"Yes. I'm fine. A little rattled from the events of today. It brought back some memories that I thought I had buried." the Sheriff frowned.

"Of Nic?"

"Indeed. Although, I dare say Nic wasn't as consumed by the poison he took as Luke has been. I never would've imagined this for Luke. But, we spoke of a lot of things over the last several hours. I had no idea that he is carrying some demons around with him, too." Nottingham said sombrely, and looked downcast.

"Can you expound on that?" Guy asked.

"No. It's his story to share. It's… a haunting one. All I can say is that something happened to him years ago when he was living in the county of York. It's… quite intense." Nottingham said, still looking downcast.

"I see. Well, whatever it was he's in a good place now. I think he knows that. He has always held you in high esteem. It showed in his work. I guess… until earlier today."

"And, he's suffering for it, Gis. That's why I'm irritated by the visit he had with Floria. She waited until he was at his most vulnerable point, and now she has him wrapped around her finger. Whatever is going on with them needs to be stopped." a beat. "Luke needs us, Gis. I think his work here gives him purpose and a sense of belonging. It keeps him grounded. After the story he regaled me with, I'm more certain of that than ever." he said, firmly.

"It seems you had an opportunity to get better acquainted with him?" Guy observed.

"Indeed. He is still my best Knight. I'm glad I didn't let his behaviour earlier this evening cloud my judgement."

"Because you knew in your gut that what you saw on the surface was covering something deeper with him." Guy mused.

"Indeed, Gis. And, you know what I always say about gut instinct." he said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Of course." Guy nodded.

The men bid each other goodnight, agreeing to meet up again at mass the following morning. Then, an hour later, Thomas returned to check in on Luke.

The Sheriff stayed in the den as Thomas went to examine Luke. A short time later, he was back to report to the Sheriff.

"How is he, Thomas?" he asked.

"He's dead asleep. Didn't respond to my voice, or when I put my palm to his forehead." Thomas said.

"He needs it. He hasn't slept properly in days." the Sheriff said.

"From my assessment just now, it wouldn't surprise me if we don't hear from him again until the morrow at the gloaming."

"What do you recommend now? And, what about the fever?"

"He is still feverish, but it's coming down now. That's reassuring. He's going to be asleep now for quite awhile, I'm guessing. I will check on him hourly until that fever is gone." Thomas said.

"Good."

"And, now is a good time for you to take leave, Milord. There's nothing more you can do here. He seems to be showing signs of improvement."

"But, what if he wakes and becomes agitated? What if he starts feeling body aches again? He said he would feel unwell until he chewed on the leaves of that cursed plant. The plant is gone. What then, Thomas?" the Sheriff asked.

"He's has opium in his body to relieve that. The opium will last for hours yet. The belladonna will help him stay relaxed and asleep. He needs that sleep to heal. He's on the right path now, Milord. I will return in an hour." Thomas said.

"I see."

"You must remember that you are healing, too. You've been with him for many hours now. You need rest, Milord. You can do more to help Luke once you're rested, too." Thomas advised.

"I… don't want Luke to be left alone." the Sheriff said.

"Then, I shall stay. Right here in this den. I will perform hourly checks on him."

"I appreciate that, Thomas. If you stay here, I will heed your advice about rest."

"It's settled, then." Thomas nodded.

The Sheriff went to the bedchamber and looked in on Luke one last time. He was pleased to see Luke sleeping peacefully. He softly closed the doors of the bedchamber, nodded to Thomas, then took his leave.

A short time later, he arrived to his private chambers. He didn't see his lady anywhere, but when he went in the bedchamber he could hear water splashing from beyond the door of the bath chamber. She was taking a bath. He tossed his surcoat on an empty chair. Then he took the small velvet satchel from the pocket of his doublet and stuffed it into a pocket in his breeches before removing his doublet. He went back out into the den and sat in a chair by the fireplace. He rested one boot on the table in front of him, then leaned back into the chair, closing his eyes and mulling over the events of the last few hours.

He hated to see Luke in the state he was in. He still had trouble believing that any of this was real. And then, his mind wandered back to a faraway time, when Nichol was in the same predicament.

He remembered when he first figured it out. Nichol would start behaving quite out of the ordinary from his usual demeanour. He was fidgety, jumpy, nervous, would speak rapidly, and he seemed thirsty a lot of the time. No appetite. Just like how Luke was this day.

He remembered when he, Nic, and Gisborne were on a search in Clun for a man wanted for the murder of one of the Black Knights at the time. Guy was only a boy and had tagged along, eager to learn from his cousin. Despite his age and size, he was sharp as a whip, and would manage to find ways to contribute, even then. The Sheriff could see it all vividly in his mind's eye, as if he'd travelled back in time, and Nichol was suddenly right there before him.

"We've lost him. Again." Guy seethed, as he kicked at a tree beside him. He was only a young lad, but he'd convinced his cousin that he could be of use. He was small, and stealthy.

Their horses were secured not too far away from them. They had just been walking through the town, closely observing for any sign of the man they were after, and questioning townspeople along the way.

"He hasn't gone far. The Villagers we saw earlier said that they'd seen him only hours ago." the Sheriff pointed out.

"I say we stop in at the tavern, lads. We need some nourishment; and perhaps we could interview some of the staff, and patrons? Maybe they've seen him?" Nichol said, as he began to rub his arms. Sweat was starting to bead on his face, and he began to shiver.

"What's wrong with you, mate? Are you ill?" the Sheriff asked.

"I'm fine. Just a little achy for some reason. I'll be better after a mug of ale, and a hearty bowl of stew." Nichol said.

"Can we, Cousin? I won't give you any trouble. I promise." young Guy said.

The tavern was located about twenty yards to the south of where they stood. They made their way over there and entered inside.

Soon after, they were seated, drinking their ale, and young Guy was drinking apple juice. As they waited for their food to arrive, Nichol stepped away, saying he needed to relieve himself. The Sheriff and Guy didn't think anything of it, and continued drinking as the Sheriff attempted to keep the young lad entertained.

Within moments, a serving lady appeared at the table, carrying a tray of food for them.

"Alright. Let me guess. Hmm. Hunter's stew for your friend, when he returns." she said, placing the bowl on the table at the empty chair. "Chicken pot pie for the wee laddie." she said, placing the plate in front of Guy.

"Yes. Thank you." Guy said, licking his lips.

"And, the turkey leg and vegetables must be for you." she smirked as she placed the plate down in front of the Sheriff.

"Amazing powers of perception, Miss." he remarked.

"Who's the young lad? Is he yours?" she asked him while nodding to Guy.

"Ha! Right." he scoffed. "I fathered him at twelve." he replied, facetiously.

"Wouldn't be the first time." she shrugged.

"He is my cousin. Why do you care?"

"Because you look troubled, handsome. Looks like you could use a… release of sorts." she smirked.

"Who are you? The tavern slut?"

"What's a slut, Cousin?" Guy asked, while sipping of his apple juice.

"I'll tell you about it sometime, Gis. In about seven years."

"Oh. Sure." Guy said as he took a bite of the chicken pie.

"Why don't you look me up -- when you don't have the young one in tow? I'll help you release some of that pent up frustration of yours." she hinted.

"What the… do you know who I am?" he asked, irritated by her insolence.

"If I did, I would have addressed you by name. Should I know you?"

"Tell her, Cousin!" Guy laughed.

"I am your Sheriff, Missy! You would do well to remember that!" he huffed.

"Well, that's a good one. You -- calling me "Missy" when I'm clearly older than you are. How did a young guy like you end up in such a position of power?"

"Passed down in the family line. My father was Sheriff, then his brother. My uncle died -- and here I am. I'm quite sure I'll survive without your ministrations, Miss. Now, kindly leave us, and mind your damn manners!"

"My goodness! Aren't you grouchy?"

"You have no idea, Miss. Leave us!" the Sheriff whispered, gruffly.

She sighed and walked away.

After fifteen minutes had passed, Nichol returned to them. The nervousness was gone, replaced by a sort of… euphoria, Nottingham observed. He had a spring in his step, and his green eyes twinkled more vividly than normal. Nottingham noticed they appeared glassy, and the pupils were tiny, like pinpoints.

"We were starting to wonder if you were coming back?" Gisborne giggled.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?" Nichol replied, speaking rapidly.

"Your stew has arrived, Nic." the Sheriff pointed out.

"Oh, I couldn't eat a bite! Why don't you take it, George?"

"What?" Nottingham asked with a suspicious quirk of his brow.

"Alright. Let's give it to wee Gizzy, then. He's a growing lad. I'm sure he could use it." Nichol suggested with a chuckle.

"But, I'm already having chicken pie. I don't think I could -- " Guy was interrupted.

"What's going on, Nic? The hell is wrong with you?" the Sheriff asked.

"Maybe he's just not hungry, Cousin? Can't blame him. There's some funny looking folks in here." Guy shrugged.

"Bollocks! Look in his eyes!"

"What about them, Cousin?" Guy shrugged, as he took a forkful of his chicken pie.

"What? You're being silly, George. I don't know what you're talking about." Nichol said hurriedly, looking away.

"The hell you don't! You stepped away to take something. Some curious poison, or something similar."

"That's rich, mate." Nichol chuckled.

"Screw you, Nic." Nottingham said. He grabbed his young cousin by the hand. He led Guy toward the door, and out of the tavern.

Nichol sat for a moment, shaking his head. He quickly finished his ale, then proceeded to follow after them.

The Sheriff and Guy we're back near the horses when Nichol caught up to them.

"George! Wait!" Nichol called to him.

"Stay here beside me, Guy. Don't go running off on me. You hear me?" the Sheriff warned.

"Yes, Cousin." Guy looked up to him and nodded.

"How dare you!" Nottingham exclaimed to Nichol.

"Excuse me?" Nichol asked.

"Look, I know we're grooming him to be part of my militia one day… in future." the Sheriff began, nodding to young Guy beside him. "But, he is just a small boy right now, Nic -- and look what you're subjecting him to!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, George." a beat. "Does this have anything to do with the blonde maiden I fucked? How was I to know you'd taken a shine to her?" Nichol spoke rapidly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Damn it, Nic! Guy is only a boy. Get a grip on your language, and stop lying! What did you just take?" he demanded.

"Why on earth would you think that I… I took… anything?" Nichol stammered.

"You've been acting off for a few days. You're jumpy, irritable, not thinking straight. You're not as focused as normal. You were jumpy and fidgety as hell before we were seated in the tav -- "

"It's been a long day -- "

"Then, you quickly stepped away. Came back, suddenly calm and euphoric… but, it's in your eyes, Nic. I can see it in your eyes. You can't hide that even if you tried."

Nichol stared at him a moment, then quickly looked downcast.

Guy moved away from them, fearful they may get into a fight. Suddenly, he felt a small hard object under his boot. It was close to Nichol's horse. He moved his boot from it, then bent down to pick it up.

"Tell me what's going on, so I can help you, mate. You're no good to me if you're deliberately trying to addle your brain. Don't you under -- "

"Look, Cousin! Look what I found. What do you suppose is inside of this?" Guy asked curiously, as he began to uncap a small vial.

"No, Gis. Give it here. Now!" the Sheriff said as he swiftly snatched it from Guy. "Where did you find this?" he asked.

"I felt it under my boot just now, George. So, I picked it up. What is it?"

"Go sit on that tree stump over there, Gis. I need a moment with Nic." he instructed while pointing to a large tree stump, about ten feet away from them.

"Oh, alright." Guy pouted. Then, he sighed, and meandered toward it.

Once Guy was away from them, Nottingham resumed his questioning.

"This is the poison, isn't it, Nic?" he insisted as he held the vial close to Nic's face.

"Give me that!" Nichol shouted, desperately. He reached out to take it from his mate.

Nottingham threw it on the ground, and smashed the vial by stomping on it with his boot.

"What have you done? That was mine, George!" Nichol exclaimed.

"Not anymore. It's done, Nic. You can't work for me -- or work anywhere when you're poisoning yourself with whatever the hell that was." he whispered.

"You had no right!"

"Bollocks! No right to save you from yourself? No right to save my young cousin? Who the hell else will do it? He just had the damn vial in his hand! What if Guy tasted it, Nic?" a beat. "Let's go. I'm summoning Thomas to see you. You'll thank me later." Nottingham said, sternly.

"I need it!" Nichol exclaimed.

"You don't. Get a hold of yourself, Nic! You can act out and curse at me all you want -- once we get Gis back to his chambers. Mount your horse. We're done here."

The Sheriff looked to Guy and motioned for him to return to them. Guy jumped down from the tree stump, then ran over to join them. He looked up to Nichol, curiously.

"George is right. Your eyes look funny. Kind of watery, and… why are the black circles so small?" Guy frowned, squinting his eyes.

"They are?" Nichol asked.

"Yes, Nic. Your pupils look like two pinpoints. You cannot hide that." the Sheriff said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"You best not get too close to us, Nic. You're sick." Guy declared, stepping back away from him.

Nichol's face flushed at the boy's innocent observation. He looked downcast, and shifted in discomfiture.

"Indeed. He is, Gis." the Sheriff agreed.

"Alright. Have it your way. I'll… agree to see Thomas." Nichol sighed in resignation.

Nottingham exhaled a sigh. He thought that memory was long buried, but seeing Luke today — disruptive at their meeting, his paranoia, his actions in the courtyard, and now the sickened state he was trying to recover from brought it all back to him. He wished he could forget. He didn't want to remember his friend that way.

"George?" Rhiannon whispered.

He opened his eyes. Rhiannon stood before him, dressed in her burgundy velvet dressing gown, wrapped around her snow white shift. Her hair was wet, and her skin was glowing.

"What a sight for tired eyes you are, my lady." he smiled.

"You must be exhausted."

"How could I be, Rhiannon? I slept more than anyone the last four days."

"I doubt you've eaten. I will send for a tray." she said, as she headed to the door.

"No, my lady. Not now." he said.

"George?"

He looked at her with a salacious smirk. He was angry. He was angry that Diego brought Luke a toxic plant. Angry that Luke fell for the allure of a poison, touted to improve his performance. He was angry that his best Knight was ill and now trying to recover. Angry that he remembered Nic being influenced by a similar poison. Angry that Nic wasn't here to lean on, and talk some sense into Luke. There were only two things that ever relieved his anger — and he wasn't in the mood for more brandy. He suspected he had enough of brandy, and sleep in the last four days to last him until his wedding day.

He stood from his chair and walked toward her.

"It's been too long, Rhiannon. Right now, I'm not sure I can wait for our wedding night." he said in a raw whisper and grabbed her, holding her close to him.

He held her close and kissed her softly at first, then hungrily as he unfastened the sash on her dressing gown.

"My love. " she whispered. "Perhaps this isn't such a good time? You're bandaged. I'm bandaged, and bound… "

"Who cares, my lady? We'll leave the bandaging around your ribs intact, but, I want to see your breasts. Come." he said.

She nodded and he led her back to the chair he had been sitting upon. He took a seat.

"There's room enough here for both of us — if you straddle me." he smirked.

"I see. Just sit back, my love. Forget everything else. Let me take care of you." she said.

He leaned forward and pulled her dressing gown from her, it fell to the floor, a pool of burgundy velvet at her feet. Then he lifted the shift up and removed it, as well. Next, he carefully removed the bindings from her breasts. He pulled her down toward him, kissing her lips, prying them open with his tongue and tasting her tongue with his. Then, he broke the kiss as he touched, and gently kneaded her breasts. She leaned in close as he took a perfect pink nipple in his mouth and began to suckle on it.

After a few moments, she kneeled before him and began to massage him through his breeches. The pressure of her hand and the soft velvet created a mixture of warmth and pleasure. She removed the codpiece, then unfastened the breeches. She had him in her hand, stroking him. Then she leaned in and tasted him, licking the full length of his manhood, then taking him completely in her mouth. And then, she began to suck and move her head back and forth, creating a vacuum around him, taking him to a faraway place of pure bliss.

He watched her a few moments, then closed his eyes, moaning, as he threw his head back and sighed. He thought he was going to explode.

"Straddle me, my lady. I need you. Now!" he said, urgently.

She positioned herself on top of him, straddling him on the chair. He reached down between her thighs and found she was ready for him.

"You're always ready for me, Rhiannon. You drive me to madness." he whispered as they kissed. She took a hold of him and guided him inside of her.

"You do that to me, lover." she whispered, while she began to ride him.

They continued to please each other for the next half hour or so, and then they both shuddered, sweat building on their skin, as he injected her with his soul.

Later they were seated on the bed, reclined against a mound of pillows. He had his arm around her, holding her close to him, as they looked toward the fire ahead of them, roaring in the fireplace.

"I don't want you to sleep. I know that's selfish, but, I'm afraid you… won't be the same when you awaken." Rhiannon admitted in a whisper.

"I understand, my angel. That's behind us now. I'm certain of it." he said as he kissed the top of her head.

"George?" she asked.

"What is it, my lady?"

"I don't mean to ruin the mood, but… what are we going to do about… our daughter? She is… not at rest yet."

"We shall bury her with my parents on the morrow, my angel. I'll speak to the groundskeeper to prepare her grave. She will be buried alongside my parents, and her great Auntie Evie." he said.

"And, her name? You mentioned the name "Sela" to me days ago. Shall we name her Sela?"

"It's a pretty name. We will go with that one. She needs a middle name, too."

"Yes. How about after your mother? Didn't you tell me her name was Aelesia?" Rhiannon asked.

"Did I? I don't know if I did. That was her name. It's a lovely name, too."

"Sela Aelesia Nottingham. A shame she's dead. It's a beautiful name. She would have been a… beautiful girl." Rhiannon whispered as she wiped a tear from her cheek.

"Yes, my angel. Beautiful… like her mother." he whispered as he held her close.

"When does the pain of missing her go away?"

"I don't think we'll ever stop missing her, my angel. But the pain will ease. Over time." the Sheriff said.

"Yes. You're right. And, I'm glad we're taking care of this. She's been waiting… God knows where to be laid to rest. It's time. It needs to be done. I can't celebrate our wedding until she is at rest."

"I agree, my angel. She must be laid to rest. I'm… sorry that had to be put on hold."

"You didn't plan that, my love. No one could predict the change that occurred when you awakened on Wednesday, with no memory of the present time." Rhiannon said, softly.

"I know, but it still bothers me that our daughter has been sitting in storage, waiting for me to… come to my senses." the Sheriff muttered.

"It shouldn't, George. It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself." she said as she nestled in close to him, taking in his warmth and his scent.

"Very well." he nodded. Then he suddenly remembered. "My lady, I almost forgot. I have something for you." he said. He reached into the pocket of his breeches and extracted the tiny black velvet satchel. He opened it and took the ring from inside of it. "Give me your hand." he said.

She looked down to the golden ring encrusted with rubies and diamonds, reflecting light from the light of the fire. He held it in his hand. She extended her left hand toward him.

"Your betrothal ring, my lady. You look incomplete without it. Though, I do understand why you took it off." he smiled as he slipped it back on to her ring finger.

"Thank you, my love." she smiled.

"Of course, my angel." he said as he brought her hand to his lips and softly kissed it.

"Now, I should summon for a tray for you. I'm sure you haven't found the time to eat anything yet?" Rhiannon asked.

"You're right. I haven't, but, I'm not worried about that right now. I'm not hungry. I will eat in the morning, my lady. I will survive." he said.

"Normally, I'd argue with you about that; but, if that is your wish, I will respect it." Rhiannon nodded.

"Good, my lady. I'm not interested in that right now. I just want to hold you next to me, and try to stay at ease, in this moment. I'm still mulling over the last several hours." the Sheriff sighed.

"I was actually surprised to see you had returned, my love. I figured there was a good chance I wouldn't see you until morning." Rhiannon said.

"I wasn't sure when I'd be back, frankly. I just… couldn't leave him before. But, he finally fell asleep. Thomas is staying in the den in Luke's chambers. He wants to check on Luke hourly, anyway. I'll stop by to look in on him again in the morning." he said.

"You handled it beautifully, sugar. A very intense and delicate situation, but you handled it perfectly." Rhiannon smiled.

"I don't know about that, my angel."

"From the few moments I was witness to, you did. Indeed, my love. I was… filled with pride." she smiled.

"I appreciate that, Rhiannon. I don't know if that was so much me, or just a keen awareness of Luke's value, and that he wasn't right. I just… followed my gut." he said.

"Sir Guy came by after your meeting to access Mortianna's lair. Said he needed she and Thomas. I thought something was wrong with you. I pressed him about it. He told me there was something wrong with Luke. That you suspected what it could be, because you had both seen it before. Can you… tell me about that?" she asked, tentatively.

"Yes, but only because he is dead and won't mind my sharing this with my wife." a beat. "You are mine, my lady. You are already my wife. We're just making it formal and official on Tuesday." he said.

"Of course, my love. I would agree." Rhiannon whispered.

"Guy and I have seen it before. I'm actually surprised my cousin would remember, as he was only a child. But, he does. We've been down that path before. With Nic. Many years ago. It was twenty years ago. I saw the same indicators with Luke. I suspected it when he was disruptive during our meeting. At the end of the meeting, when he was disconnected from all of us, and suddenly forgetful, I asked him to look into my eyes. That was when I knew. I'd seen the same with Nic. It was a long time ago, but I'd never forgotten." the Sheriff explained.

"No wonder it was so hard on you, George. It reminded you of your friend. Then you recognized it in your favourite Knight."

"Yes. I suppose Luke is my favourite. He's always had a… special quality." the Sheriff whispered.

"Obviously, your friend got through it. He lived many years after that. Luke will get through this, too, my love." she smiled.

"I truly hope so, my lady. I will do everything I can to see that he does. And then, once he comes through to the other side of it, I just need to guide him to continue to make sound decisions."

"Doesn't he always? Well, except for the few hours he didn't today."

"His work is outstanding. There's no problem with that. It's… matters of a personal nature that concern me." the Sheriff replied, evasively.

"Whatever it is you're referring to, I'm sure it will work out in the end."

"I truly hope so." he said. "My cousin and I were able to get through to Nic. I'm hopeful that I have the same success with Luke."

"Didn't you say that your cousin was only a child then? He must've been if it was that long ago. How was Sir Guy influential when he was only a boy?" Rhiannon asked.

"Sometimes a child's observation can be powerful. It was something Guy said at the time, when I finally figured out the problem and confronted Nic. Guy was with us. He looked into Nic's eyes and made a remark about how funny they looked. His next comment was what I believe got through to Nic and woke him from the delusion that the poison was a good thing." he said.

"What was it Sir Guy said? Do you remember? I'm just curious."

"I've never forgotten it. Imagine a boy of seven saying: "You best not get too close to us, Nic. You're sick."? When Gis said that, it was as effective as if I'd slapped some sense into Nic. It was then that Nic relented, and agreed to be helped by Thomas. It never happened again." the Sheriff explained.

"Oh. Yes, I can see how that would be quite effective."

"I wish Nic were here to share his story with Luke and talk sense into him. But, it's no use wishing for that. The man is dead. But, he certainly has been on my mind lately, particularly today." he sighed.

"Of course he has with all of the reminders. First, from Prince John mentioning him, and today with Luke. It's natural that you would think of him. That's good, though. From the little bits I know of him, he sounds like one who shouldn't be forgotten."

"I never thought of it that way, but, you're right. He should never be forgotten. I'd never known anyone like him… until Luke." he said, softly.

"Really? They're that much alike?"

"Both loyal and trustworthy, although Luke is the most honest. Luke is a bit different in that he has a kindness about him. He's naturally affable and cheerful. Nic was approachable, as well. But Nic wasn't as kind and gentle as Luke. And, that is why I worry about Luke making sound decisions regarding personal matters." he said.

"I see." she nodded.

"Alright, that's enough talk about dead people for today, my lady. We must deal with that on the morrow. Have you eaten?"

"Yes. Isabelle and I ate together. Right after we assisted Luke."

"I assumed she would have dined with Robert?"

"He was tied up in the armoury." Rhiannon said.

"Again? It's supposed to be his day off."

"Isabelle says he's been spending a lot of time in there lately." she shrugged.

"Isn't that interesting? There's a couple of projects that he and Stephanus have been working on, but nothing that should demand so much of his time." the Sheriff said, curiously.

"He's very particular about things. I'm sure whatever he's working on he just wants to ensure that it's done right." she said with a yawn.

"I see." he nodded.

Then he excused himself, saying he needed to speak to the sentry at the door. Rhiannon nodded, and he headed over to the door.

"Yes, Milord? What can I do for you?" the sentry said.

"Summon my Lieutenant for me. I need a word with him." the Sheriff instructed.

"As you wish, Milord." the sentry nodded.

A short time later, Rhiannon had fallen off to sleep. It was soon after that when Gisborne answered the call. The Sheriff left the bedchamber, closing the doors. He opened the door and invited Guy into the den.

"What is it, Cousin? Is there news about Luke?" Guy asked softly, guessing that Lady Rhiannon was asleep.

"Luke is asleep. Thomas is staying there with them. Haven't heard anything, so I'm guessing no news is good news. No, this has nothing to do with him. I thought of speaking to the Scribe about this task, but he is unaware of the private matter I need dealt with." the Sheriff began.

"Alright. What is it?"

"I need you to speak to the groundskeeper for me. I need a grave prepared for my daughter. Rhiannon and I want to lay her to rest in the morning. Our daughter has waited long enough. She's been kept… in storage for too bloody long. It needs to be done." he explained.

"Of course, Cousin. I will speak to him as soon as I leave you." Guy said.

"I appreciate that, Guy. This would have been done long ago if I had a mind to do it." he muttered.

"Of course, Cousin. No need to explain that. Who will be present?"

"For what?"

"The burial, Cousin?"

"Oh. Just myself and Lady Rhiannon. Perhaps… someone could say a few words. I don't know. Normally, there would be a Priest, or I might ask the Bishop to preside over it, but… imagine how that would be received?" he pointed out with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Right. I… didn't think of that."

"My lady and I are fortunate that he's agreed to marry us. And, even though she will be my wife in just over two days time, imagine asking a man of the cloth to preside over the burial of my bastard daughter?" the Sheriff huffed.

"She deserves better. It's not right."

"Of course, it's not right. None of this is right! But, there's no choice, Gis. All I can hope is that she's in a good place, if such a place even exists." the Sheriff sighed.

"I know it's a bit out of the ordinary, but you and Lady Rhiannon shouldn't face this alone." Guy said.

"What do you mean?"

"I think… myself and Meridwyn should be there, as well as Robert and Isabelle. If anyone would know the right words to say at such a time, it would be Robert. He seems like… a pious sort to me." Guy suggested.

"You have a point there, Gis. Traditionally, people don't gather for this kind of burial, though. I think parents are just expected to move on when their child… arrives too soon to survive."

"Well, nothing about our family is very traditional. I'm sure my wife, and the Wordsworths would agree that we should be there for such an… occasion." Guy said.

"Alright. I'll concede to it because you've made valid points. Someone needs to say something inspirational at my daughter's burial. This will work because all of you knew we were expecting her. I shall leave that to you to inform your wife, and Robert and Isabelle of this. I think my lady would derive comfort from that."

"Of course. I will speak to the groundskeeper, then I'll stop by Robert's chambers before I inform Meridwyn." Guy said.

"Good. I appreciate it."

"I take it this would take place before mass? Since, you were planning to see the raven haired lady in the Village following mass?"

"Yes. Before mass."

"Do you think Luke will be able for the trip to the Village?"

"Doubtful. If he's still asleep, or unwell, I'm taking Drake with me." the Sheriff said.

"Good plan, Cousin." Guy nodded.

Early the next morning, the Sheriff visited Luke's quarters to see how his best Knight was faring. Thomas greeted him at the door.

"Good morning, Thomas. How is your charge doing?" he asked.

Thomas gestured for him to step inside.

"He's still sound asleep, Milord. He still feels a little feverish. I'm debating whether to bleed him again." Thomas frowned. He exhaled a soft sigh.

"He hasn't awakened, at all? Not even to relieve himself?" Nottingham asked, quite bewildered by the report thus far.

"No. He's been dead asleep since you left last night." Thomas said.

"May I see him?" the Sheriff asked.

"Of course, Milord."

The Sheriff walked over to the doors of the bedchamber, opened them and stepped inside. Luke was semi reclined against pillows, appearing to be in a deep sleep.

He walked to the bedside, leaned down and felt Luke's forehead. The skin was quite warm and dry.

"Luke? Wake up, lad. You've been sleeping quite awhile." he said.

Luke laid motionless, except for his breathing, unresponsive to the Sheriff's baritone voice, or the touch of his hand.

"Don't worry, lad. You won't be left alone in here. I shall see to it." he said, softly. Then he went back out to speak to Thomas.

"He doesn't respond at all. Not to my voice, or when I touched his forehead to check the temperature of his skin." the Sheriff sighed, shaking his head.

"For now, I'll continue to observe him. I'll make the decision by midday on whether to bleed him." Thomas said.

"Good. Stay with him. I have a few items on my agenda to sort through. Lady Isabelle will be free to assist you if need be."

"Very well."

"Now, I need to know where my daughter was taken to. She is going to be laid to rest shortly, so tell me now where she is." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"Of course. We must summon for Hildith. She was the one who took her to the nuns to prepare the little one." Thomas explained.

"Very well. I shall return directly after mass. I'll bring Lady Isabelle with me, in case her assistance is required. As long as Luke is relatively stable at that point, I'll be heading into the Village with one of my men about a matter that needs addressing. We won't be gone long, and I'll return here directly after that." the Sheriff said.

"That sounds fine. I don't foresee any problems ahead, besides another need for bloodletting. We will review Luke's progress when you return here with Lady Isabelle. I will stay here with him. He'll be in good hands, Milord." Thomas said, confidently. He nodded as he smiled.

"Good. I will return as soon as I can." he said.

Forty minutes later, the Sheriff and Lady Rhiannon went down into the sub level of the cathedral where the child was kept, as Robert had convinced them she should be baptized before she was buried. Gisborne and Meridwyn, as well as Isabelle agreed to meet them in the family burial ground, well in back of the cathedral.

Robert was there, waiting. The child was shrouded and laying on a table. Several candles were lit, and some torches burned to provide the room with plenty of light.

"Are you sure this will be sufficient that you'll be doing the baptism, Robert?" Rhiannon asked.

"One doesn't need to be ordained to talk to God, Sister. Anyone can say the words. And, we don't even need holy water, but I found some, regardless." Robert explained.

"Alright. I need to see her one last time." she said.

"Of course. We need her face uncovered to do this, anyway." Robert said, gently.

Rhiannon gently loosened the pale pink shroud — an added touch by Hildith — and partially unwrapped the infant. Rhiannon picked her up and held her close. The Sheriff placed his hand on her shoulder as they looked down upon the face of their daughter.

"She still looks perfect. Like she's asleep." Rhiannon whispered.

"Yes, my lady. She is perfect." Nottingham said, softly.

"She's beautiful." Robert agreed. He felt tears well in his eyes as he looked upon the cherubic face of the tiny infant, with little tufts of fine dark hair upon her head.

Rhiannon passed the infant to her betrothed. He looked down upon her face then held her close to him.

"What is her name? Does she have a name?" Robert asked.

"Sela Aelesia Nottingham." the Sheriff said.

"Pretty." Robert said. He looked to his sister. "You didn't think to use Mother's name, too?"

"No. We might want to keep that on reserve for the future, in case we're granted another daughter; or, you might wish to use it? Didn't know the woman, but she did have a lovely name, I'll grant her that." Rhiannon said.

"Don't think she had a say on her — " Robert was interrupted.

"What was your mother's name?" the Sheriff asked.

"Her name was Justina." Robert said.

"Hmm. That's a pretty name, too." he said.

"Indeed." Rhiannon nodded as she wiped a tear from her cheek.

"I suppose we're ready to proceed. Are you ready, my lady?" the Sheriff asked.

"As ready as a mother can be for a time like this. Yes." she nodded.

"Very well." Robert said, softly.

Robert uncapped the vial of holy water and poured a small amount onto the baby's forehead, then he made the sign of the cross there with his thumb, as he spoke.

"Sela Aelesia Nottingham, I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Go with God, my niece." he said, softly.

Rhiannon began to silently weep as she kissed her daughter's cheek. The Sheriff felt tears well in his own eyes, but he managed to blink them away. He needed to exude strength for his beloved. He bent down and kissed his daughter goodbye before Rhiannon wrapped the child back into the shroud.

There was a tiny coffin that Robert had found and set aside for them before they arrived. They placed the baby inside there and the Sheriff carried her, as the three of them left the room and proceeded to the family burial grounds.

The cathedral was located beside the south wing of the castle, about seventy yards away, and the burial grounds were well in back of it. The large dark clouds and increasing wind portended of a heavy rain to come, and it matched the mood of the moment. The three of them made their way over there as they could see the Gisbornes and Isabelle waiting for them. All the ladies wore black gowns under their capes. Isabelle and Meridwyn wore their usual capes which were not black, but they thought it would draw attention if they all wore visible black clothing during mass. It would indicate they had just come from, or were headed to a funeral, and they wanted to avoid questions. No one knew besides them and those who mattered that the Sheriff and his lady had been expecting a child before they were officially wed.

Finally, the three of them, led by the Sheriff, arrived to the site of where the child would be laid to rest. A grave was prepared next to Nottingham's parents and his brother, who were buried together, as well as Guy's mother, Eve. Meridwyn and Isabelle flanked Rhiannon's side immediately as the Sheriff placed the coffin on the ground beside the grave. The ladies and Guy held a rose in their hands. Guy held three of them, to give one each to his cousin and his lady at the end of the burial ceremony. Robert stood at one end of the grave and Guy stood with his cousin.

Robert cleared his throat and began.

"We are gathered here today to honour the life of a dear daughter and niece, Sela Aelesia Nottingham; born and died on November third, eleven ninety seven in the year of our Lord.

"I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. From the gospel of Saint John chapter eleven, verses twenty five and twenty six…"

Everyone gathered looked to Robert somewhat astonished that he spoke as if he had done this before. In their minds, he was performing the ceremony as well as any Priest. Meridwyn and Isabelle took Rhiannon's hands and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"We brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we shall carry nothing out. The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away; blessed be the name of the Lord. From First Timothy chapter six, verse seven.

"Heavenly Father, whose mercies are infinite; accept our prayers on behalf of our loved one, Sela, and welcome her into the land of eternal peace, light and joy, in the fellowship of thy saints; through Jesus Christ thy son our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen."

"Thank you for that fine oration, Robert." Nottingham said.

Rhiannon couldn't help but smirk. She looked downcast, confused about a sudden urge to start giggling, when she should be wanting to climb into that cursed grave with her daughter.

"You're welcome, but… we're not quite done." Robert said.

"Oh. I see. Proceed then." Nottingham said with a sigh.

"Now, we are ready to place her coffin down, Milord. Are you… alright to do that?" Robert asked.

"Yes. I shall place her there." he said, sombrely.

Nottingham lifted the tiny coffin and placed it down into the grave as gently as he could. Guy gave a rose to his cousin, and one to Rhiannon. Each of them took a handful of dirt and sprinkled it onto her coffin, and then they tossed the roses they held on top of that as Robert spoke.

"Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear Sela, here departed: we therefore commit her body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ. The Lord bless Sela and keep her, the Lord make his face shine upon her and be gracious to her, the Lord lift up his countenance upon her and grant her eternal peace.

"Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy Name, Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, in earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; And forgive us our trespasses, As we forgive them that trespass against us; And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil. Amen.

"The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of our Heavenly Father, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit, be with us all evermore. Amen." Robert said softly, at the completion of his amateur burial service.

"Amen." each of them whispered in unison.

"That was a fine service." Guy said.

The Sheriff walked over to join his lady, placing his arm around her as the ladies moved toward their husbands.

"It was, indeed." Rhiannon smiled at her brother.

"Well done, husband. That was impressive. A fine send off for our niece." Isabelle said to Robert, beaming with pride.

"Just lovely." Meridwyn whispered, blinking back tears.

"Yes. I thank you, Robert." Nottingham said.

Robert nodded, modestly.

As the Sheriff held his lady close to him while she silently wept into his black leather surcoat, he noticed a figure standing ahead of him about twenty feet away. He squinted his eyes, trying to focus better. A young girl, with shiny, bouncy dark curls was standing beside a tree, looking into his eyes and smiling. She mouthed the words, 'Thank you, Father.' He looked at her, curiously, then watched her slowly move farther away, as if she were floating, instead of walking. And then… she vanished. He blinked his eyes several times looking for her to return, but she was gone.

"Did… any of you see that young girl over there?" he asked them as he pointed in the direction where she had been seen.

"No, my love. I don't see anyone. The place is deserted, except for us." Rhiannon said.

The rest of them looked where he was pointing and shook their heads.

"Maybe it was something moving in the wind, Cousin? Perhaps a tree branch, or something of the sort?" Guy postulated.

"Yes. Perhaps that was what I saw." Nottingham said, softly.

No. Actually, I think I just saw my daughter. It was Sela. I know it. How is it I was the only one who could see her? Maybe I should get Thomas to look at my head?

Guy excused himself a moment and went off to speak to the groundskeeper who waited nearby. He instructed him to fill in the grave once they left the graveside, to spare his cousin from making the request.

Within a few moments he rejoined them and the group slowly made their way around to the front of the cathedral, and headed inside. None of them felt able for it, particularly the Sheriff and Lady Rhiannon, but they both knew that their appearance was important. They missed mass the sennight prior, and they needed to stay in the Bishop's good graces since he would be marrying them in two days hence.

They were in mourning, but they were forced to mourn in secrecy. No one could know. So, for the course of the next nearly an hour they went through the motions, then took a few moments to exchange greetings with the Bishop before leaving the cathedral. Nottingham and his lady were grateful when it was over and they could be on their way.

The Sheriff escorted his lady to the private chambers. They made plans to meet later as they both had their own matters to attend to in the hours ahead. He asked his sentry to have Drake meet him in the Council Quarters, certain that Luke would in no way be fit to accompany him on the visit to the raven haired lady's new home.

The sentry agreed and left to carry out the task, as the Sheriff continued on his way toward Luke's chambers.

Thomas greeted him at the door, and the Sheriff stepped inside the den to speak with him.

"What news, Thomas?" he asked.

"There's no change, Milord."

"None? He didn't wake at all?"

"No. He is still in a deep sleep. His skin is still quite warm and dry to the touch. Last I checked, I thought he felt a bit warmer." Thomas said.

"So, what now? Will you proceed with another round of bloodletting?"

"Yes, I think it's best, but I'd like to give it a little more time before I begin. Since he was bled last night, I'll cut the next session short. It's best he isn't bled too much, but he will need it."

"Lady Isabelle was informed when we all met prior to my daughter's burial that her assistance might be required. She has agreed to assist. I can have her here in a matter of moments, Thomas." the Sheriff said.

"Very good." Thomas nodded.

"I'd like to see to him, if there's no objections."

"Of course. See if you can get him to respond to you. I fully expect him to stay asleep until at least the gloaming, but it never hurts to try."

"Very well, but if you're intent on bleeding him again, perhaps it's best for all involved if he stays asleep for that." the Sheriff said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"True, but I would be interested to see if he responds to you."

"Very well." he nodded. Then he proceeded toward the doors of Luke's bedchamber.

The Sheriff quietly opened them and stepped inside. He advanced close to the bedside and reached down to touch Luke's forehead with his palm. He agreed that Luke's temperature seemed to be increasing.

"Luke? Wake up, lad. It's nearing midday." he said, softly.

Luke stayed asleep, not responsive to the Sheriff.

"Never mind, lad. You sleep. Zeus knows you have a lot of it to catch up on. I will return. You won't be alone." he said as he put his hand on his shoulder. Then he quietly took leave of him.

"Are you expecting his condition to worsen, Thomas? Drake and I need to see a person of interest, but the matter can wait if Luke is declining." Nottingham asked when he returned to the den.

"Except for his fever increasing just slightly, I wouldn't go that far, Milord. I fully expected him to sleep through most of today. He may not respond to sound and touch, but his reflexes are normal, and his pupils react to light. He is just in a very sound sleep." Thomas explained.

"That's good to hear. Very well. I won't be too long, Thomas. Shall I send for Isabelle now?"

"I will send for her shortly. It's fine, Milord. Now, what about you? Has there been any moments that seem lost to you since you awakened today?" the medicus asked, curiously.

"No. Although, that might have been welcome a couple of hours ago." Nottingham sighed.

"Then, it appears that your sense of time has been restored to normal. That is good, Milord. Any pain?"

"No. It's fine today. It doesn't feel completely healed, but it's fine."

"Healing will take a little time, Milord."

"Yes, I figured that. Very well. I expect to return within a couple of hours." he said.

Thomas nodded, then the Sheriff took his leave.

A short time after that, he walked into the Council Quarters. Drake was seated at the table. He arose from his seat when the Sheriff entered the room.

"How is Luke, Milord Sheriff?" Drake asked.

"He's out cold. Hasn't awakened since he fell asleep last night. Thomas thinks he'll probably sleep until sundown." Nottingham replied.

"I suppose that's about right. He probably hasn't slept much of late. At least, he wasn't acting like he was well rested." Drake added.

"Indeed. So, it looks like you will be accompanying me. You know where the woman is staying. Let's go and see if we can figure out what the hell this mysterious lady is up to." he said with a curious quirk of his brow.

He also hoped that seeing her again would jog his memory. She reminded him of someone, and it bothered him that he couldn't think of whom.

"Indeed, Milord. She's definitely a strange, fascinating sort." Drake nodded.

"Just don't be too fascinated with her, Drake. The woman might be comely, and you might find her charming, but don't let her suck you into her schemes." the Sheriff warned.

"Of course, Milord." Drake nodded.

Nottingham sighed. The last thing he needed was another of his men getting mixed up with the wrong manner of lady. As it was, Luke was already a concern to him with his infatuation of Floria, and now Drake was another source of concern. Except that the Sheriff suspected that the raven haired supposed relative of Celestria was quite a bit more cunning than the consort turned seamstress would ever be.

Lady Gunilda was busy preparing the morning meal and brewing tea when Celestria finally made an appearance.

"Good morrow, my dear. I'd ask how you're feeling, but you must still be healing — you've only just awakened. It's nearly midday." Gunilda smirked.

"It's this incessant imprisonment. First the room at the Priest's manor — with he and the Nun watching me with their eagle eyes; and now… this." Celestria pouted.

"You know why it must be this way, dear girl. Don't be so ungrateful. You attacked the Sheriff's lady, in case you've forgotten. It's a miracle he hasn't put two and two together yet and come looking for you." Gunilda pointed out.

"I am grateful. I'm just… stifled, Gunilda. I need air. I'm just about losing my mind being continuously cooped up. I'd like to take a walk. Perhaps see my horse in the stables?" Celestria suggested.

"What you choose to do is up to you, but, I'd strongly advise against it."

"I will take it under advisement. My wish still stands. I need to step out of here for a time, even if it's only briefly. I just need a few moments of air, and space." Celestria explained.

"As you wish. I'm sure you won't be long. There's a storm coming, Celestria." Lady Gunilda said.

Celestria nodded.

The two women shared a cup of tea and a light meal. Then, shortly after that Celestria donned her cape and exited the cottage, grateful for the change in scenery.

It took them about thirty minutes to arrive to their destination. Drake pointed out the quaint cottage to the Sheriff. They dismounted and tethered their horses to some trees, then headed down the cobblestone path to the front door. The Sheriff knocked sharply upon the door. Within moments it opened, and they stood face to face with the comely raven haired lady with the caramel eyes.

"Good morrow, Lady… uh… forgive me. What is your name, again?" Nottingham asked.

"Gisela. My! Now, what brings you out here to my humble abode, Milord?" Gunilda asked.

"A few questions, for starters." he said, simply.

"You're the Chief Constable, as well as the Sheriff, are you not? I think I read that… somewhere." she asked.

"I am. What has that to do with — "

"Imagine that? The top Constable in the entire county — here to see me. I am flattered, Milord Sheriff." she said with a smirk as she blinked her long lashes.

He looked at her curiously. And, why did that smirk spark a vague memory in him? It was constantly nagging, yet out of his grasp, as if he were trying to hold water in his hands. The memory would present in a fleeting instant, then quickly leave him.

"You must be jesting." he sighed.

"Do I look like I am?" she asked.

"Right. I understand you expressed an interest to meet with me again, Lady Gisela."

"Indeed. That's what I told your Knight here… " she said, nodding to Drake. "… and the serious Knight who was with him on Friday."

"I see. We're going to take you with us to the castle to continue our chat. You may bring your horse." he announced.

"You made the effort to come all the way here, to personally escort me… back there? Interesting." she narrowed her eyes and frowned.

"Yes. We shall meet in my castle, Milady. I've a feeling you'll be… more at ease speaking to me there." he lied.

He had a feeling that she was harbouring Celestria. And, any meeting they would have would take place in his territory, not hers.

"Well, it's not every day I get two tall dark haired men appearing at my doorstep." she smirked.

Drake looked downcast at that remark and smiled.

"How lucky for you." the Sheriff sneered. "And, that's the other curious thing about this. You call this your abode. That's funny. This cottage belonged to an older fellow, to my knowledge. Care to explain that one?"

"The older fellow you refer to was my uncle. I received word he passed away, weeks ago. I'm his sole surviving heir. He left me his entire estate." she explained.

"How convenient. So, I'm just supposed to take you at your word?" Nottingham asked.

"I have documentation to prove it, Milord. I'll grab it while I'm getting my cape. We should be on our way. There's a storm coming. Those massive dark clouds tell me we haven't much time." Gunilda said, hurriedly.

She needed to get out of there before they saw Celestria. She'd have to come up with a suitable explanation for leaving if she saw the maiden in the stables, but she would think of something.

Her reply further solidified his intuition that she had Celestria somewhere there. She wanted to make a fast exit before the conniving little bitch was spotted, he was sure of it. He wasn't too concerned about Celestria getting away, however. Rhiannon had injured her, and she wouldn't be able to get away without help.

"Then, I suggest you gather them now, Lady Gisela. We have a meeting to get to." he said, simply.

She nodded, then went back inside the cottage.

"I am puzzled, Milord." Drake began. "Since we are already here, why are we taking her back to the castle to continue questioning?"

"Because even though Luke was out of his mind on that cursed plant yesterday, he made a good point at the meeting. He said Mortianna would be able to accurately gauge the real truth with this lady. I'm going to have Mortianna present, after I've questioned her alone. And, the other reason is, the woman would be less at ease being interviewed at the castle than here, in a place she is now calling home." the Sheriff explained.

"I see. I didn't think of that, Milord." Drake said.

"There's a reason for everything I do, Drake. When you plan every move, there's less of a chance of things going wrong… most of the time." he said with a knowing look.

"Of course, Milord."

Lady Gunilda was relieved when she went to retrieve her horse, and didn't see Celestria anywhere in the stables. She had scribbled a quick note for her and left it on a table near the front door inside the cottage, hoping that would satisfy the maiden's curiosity when she found the cottage to be empty when she returned. She mounted her horse then urged her horse toward the Sheriff and his Knight, who were already seated atop their horses, waiting for her.

"I am ready, Milord. Will we be long?" she asked.

"That depends on you, Milady, and whatever it is you need to tell me." he said with a curious quirk of his brow.

"I see. Very well. Lead the way."

"So that you can remain behind? Not a chance. You ride beside us. We shall be riding on either side of you." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"Very well." she nodded.

Rhiannon was walking toward the Council Quarters when she saw her brother coming out of the meeting room.

"If you're looking for your betrothed, he's not here, Rhiannon. He went into town with one of his men." Robert said.

"Yes, he mentioned that. No, I'm looking for the Scribe." she said.

"Percival? Oh, right. Then you've come to the right place. He is inside there." Robert nodded to the door of the meeting chamber. "Shall I take you inside?"

"No. I'm fine, Brother. I just need a quick word with him. It's nothing serious. You can relax." she said.

"Very well. I'll leave you to it, then." Robert nodded, then he went on his way.

Rhiannon opened the door and stepped inside.

"Oh. Good morrow, Milady. I'm afraid Milord is tied up at the moment." the Scribe announced, surprised to see her there. He was standing at the table. It appeared that he had been reviewing some notes that were on the table.

"I know. I'm not here to see him. I'm here to see you." Rhiannon said.

"Right. Well, what can I do for you, Milady?"

"Do you happen to know who the minstrels are who shall be playing at the wedding, Scribe?" she asked.

"Actually, yes. I do know, Milady Rhiannon. Why?" he asked, narrowing his eyes, curiously.

"I need to meet with them. Is it possible for you to summon them? Or, perhaps, just their leader?" she asked.

"Yes, I could do that. I do know where the leader resides. It's not too far from here. What is this regarding, Milady?" the Scribe asked.

"It's about a music composition that my betrothed and myself would like played at the wedding. Probably during the fete. It wouldn't be suitable during the ceremony." she explained.

"I see. Well, why don't you tell me what it is and I shall relay that to him? I'm assuming it's a tune that is familiar?"

"No. It isn't. No one besides two people in this entire country are familiar with the tune." Rhiannon said.

"Milady? If it's that obscure, how do you — "

"It's a… piece which I composed myself, Scribe. I have the music prepared. That's all they need to do is play the music. There are lyrics, but only myself and George know the lyrics. It's… rather personal, but they need to get the music right." Rhiannon announced.

The Scribe was taken by surprise. A lady composer — right here in this castle. He was a little shocked.

"Oh. I… see." he muttered.

"I can see you're surprised by this." Rhiannon sighed.

"It is a bit… out of the ordinary, Milady. I must admit — "

"Because a woman wrote a song? Do you think we're all daft, or something? Ha! You'd be surprised."

"Yes, Milady."

"If you would send for him at your earliest convenience, it would be appreciated." she said, firmly.

"Of course, Milady." he agreed, then he looked down again to his notes.

Rhiannon sighed. She could see that this matter was clearly not a priority for him. If her betrothed had made this request of him, he would have already been out the door and beginning his task.

"You know what? Scratch that. Give me the minstrel leader's address, Scribe. It will honestly be much quicker if I just go to meet with him myself, instead of sitting around, waiting. I have other things to do today. I don't have time to wait on him." Rhiannon said.

"Perhaps we should wait for Milord Sheriff to — "

"What? Return and then hold my hand as I head out to meet with this minstrel fellow? My betrothed is busy today, Scribe; and I shall also be busy later with a number of other things that need to be in order for the wedding." Rhiannon said, folding her arms.

The Scribe just stood there, stunned for a moment. He was trying to think of how else to deter her from heading to a strange man's home — unaccompanied.

"I see parchment, and a quill and inkwell on the table there, Scribe. You're not writing." Rhiannon said, curtly.

"Milord Sheriff will be quite displeased — "

"I don't give a flying fig! I don't have time to wait on him, and I certainly don't have time to wait on the minstrel man to show up! Now, kindly jot the address down, and if you could give me a name, it would be most helpful. I won't say a word to my betrothed. I'm quite capable, and I shall be armed."

"Milady, I don't think this is such a wise — "

"A name and his address, Scribe. Now!" Rhiannon demanded in a huff.

The Scribe exhaled a sigh and went over to the table. He dipped the quill in the inkwell then began to write on the bottom corner of the parchment. Then he tore off the part of it he wrote upon and passed it to her, against his better judgement.

"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" she smirked. She waved the parchment a bit to dry the ink, folded it and placed it deep into the pocket of her skirt.

"You shouldn't be unaccompanied, Milady. Milord Sheriff will be most — "

"Displeased? Sure. Whatever. I managed on my own a good many years before I met him. I'll be just fine. Thank you for your… assistance. I'd appreciate it if you didn't speak of this to anyone. That includes my brother, Robert." she said with a knowing quirk of her brow.

"Indeed, Milady Rhiannon." the Scribe nodded.

Rhiannon nodded then left the chamber.

Fifteen minutes later she was back on the main floor, her black velvet cape was waving behind her as she made purposeful strides toward the front doors of the castle. She had her betrothed's dagger with her, deep inside the pocket of her skirt. She wore her black leather gloves, and she held the small piece of folded parchment in one of her hands, her black velvet drawstring bag in the other. She just made it to the door when she was questioned.

"Just where do you think you're going?"

She stopped in her tracks, then opened her drawstring bag, tucking the folded parchment there; and whirled around to face him.

"Robert, not now. I'm in a rush." Rhiannon sighed.

"Wherever you're going, at least let me accompany you. You know he'd — "

"I'm getting tired of people telling me how he would react. He's not here. I have matters to attend to, to see that this wedding runs smoothly, and one of those involves a quick visit into town."

"Who else told you how he would react? He's going to be… unimpressed to say the least." Robert said, shaking his head.

"It matters not. I'll be back in no time. I have to be. I have another appointment here."

"What appointment?" he pressed, folding his arms..

"A gown fitting. Didn't Isabelle tell you? All three of us had adjustments made." Rhiannon said.

"I see. I'm still coming with you." he announced.

"No." she said, firmly.

"Rhiannon, you're putting me in a precarious position. He's going to eventually be asking for you. He'll be back here soon. You're asking me to lie to him." a beat. "He is my employer, for the love of Mary! Why must you be so difficult?" Robert exclaimed in a whisper.

"Robert. Brother dear. Take a breath, calm down, and listen to me. I'm just about on the verge of madness. Hear me out!" she said as she grabbed his hand and led him outside the main doors.

"Alright. Let's hear it." Robert sighed, once they were outside.

"I've breathed in smoke from a burning manor I was trapped in, and was pushed down a flight of stairs. My right arm nearly fell off, and my ribs broke. Next, I lost my daughter. Then, I nearly lost my betrothed — forever. Next, I had to endure him not knowing me for four days — and this has all only happened in the last sennight! That doesn't even include the absolute codswallop that I managed to live through in the last year; and don't even get me started on how everything went downhill when you and Eddie left for that cursed war!" Rhiannon huffed.

"What does this have to do with — " Robert was interrupted.

"I need to keep myself busy. It will take too long, waiting for this person I'm meeting to come out here to the castle. I have a gown fitting to get to. I haven't the time to sit idle, waiting on others."

"Very well. I understand that, Rhiannon, but I don't think you understand the reason why George wouldn't be happy about this." Robert hinted.

"Since when do you call him by his given name?" she asked.

"Since he asked me to do so just over a sennight ago. Although, there hasn't been an opportunity to use it yet."

"And, what is it I don't understand?"

"There's a wanted man they're hunting down. He escaped the dungeon. The man who set the fire in the manor. He's after you, Rhiannon. He's still out there." Robert warned.

"My visit in town will be brief. I am prepared to protect myself if needs be, Robert. I am armed." Rhiannon smirked.

"At least tell me who you're meeting — in case you don't return, so we know where to find you."

"The leader of the minstrels who are scheduled to play at the wedding. It's about a piece of music George and I want them to play." a beat. "Can I go now, Brother?" she asked, facetiously.

"It's completely against my wishes and better judgement, but… do as you please. You will, anyway. There's a storm coming, Rhiannon. Try and stay out of trouble, and get back here promptly. You hear me?"

"Yes, Father." she sighed. Then she hurried toward the stables.

Twenty minutes later she was knocking on the door of the minstrel leader's home.

A woman answered the knock. She wore an apron over her modest gown, and appeared to have been interrupted while baking. Her strawberry blond hair which was fashioned high upon her head, had flour on some of the tendrils that flowed loose near her face.

"Yes? May I help you?" the woman asked.

"Good morrow, Miss. I'm here to see a… " she glanced down at the small piece of parchment in her hand. "Yes. Milo Medley. I was told he lives here. Am I correct?" Rhiannon asked.

"Yes. He is my husband. I am Linota. And… who exactly are you? One of his admirers, or something?" she sniggered. "If I had a crown for every time one of them showed up here, I'd be rich enough to live in that monstrosity of a castle that the Sheriff calls home. Cursed thing takes up damn near the entire — "

"I am Lady Rhiannon Wordsworth. Except, next time you see me, my surname will have changed to… Nottingham." Rhiannon said with a smirk.

"Oh. Uh… I see. You're the Sheriff's lady, then?"

"Indeed, I am."

"Milo and his brothers are set to play at your wedding, I believe, Milady."

"Indeed. That is the reason I have come. There's a piece of music my betrothed and I would like played at the fete following the ceremony. I brought the music to give to your husband." Rhiannon explained.

"Of course. Do come inside, Milady. It looks like it's going to start lashing rain at any moment." Linota said as she held the door for her.

Rhiannon nodded and stepped past the threshold. The woman closed the door and invited Rhiannon to take a seat on one of the chairs in the sitting room.

"Forgive me for my rude remark about the castle, Milady." the woman said.

"There's nothing to forgive, Miss. It is a monstrosity. The thing is, my George didn't have a say in it. The Sheriffs of the county have lived in that place for a very long time, long before my betrothed was even conceived. It is what it is, Miss." Rhiannon shrugged.

"I see. I shall let Milo know you're here." she said, then exited the room.

A short time later Linota returned with her husband, a tall man with curly sandy brown hair and a twinkle in his blue eyes. Linota made the introductions.

"Good morrow, Milady. Sorry you were kept waiting. I was in the stables. My horse lost a shoe, and he needed it reshod." Milo explained.

"Oh. You can do that?" Rhiannon asked.

"I can do a good many things, Milady. Lin tells me you wish to see me about the music we will play at your wedding?"

"Indeed. You can play whatever you deem suitable, of course. But, I have a composition with me that my betrothed and I would like played at the fete." Rhiannon said.

"I see. We are familiar with most popular folk songs and classic pieces that are played and sung throughout the — "

"This piece is not popular, because it is not known." Rhiannon hinted.

"Well, I was going to bake the bread over the hearth, but this has piqued my curiosity now." Linota remarked.

"Indeed, wife." Milo nodded. Then he looked to Rhiannon. "If it's not known, then how did you acquire this music, Milady Rhiannon?"

"Because I wrote it." Rhiannon said.

"Pardon?" Linota asked.

"Well, that is most intriguing, indeed. May I see it?" Milo asked.

Rhiannon opened her small drawstring bag, and extracted a copy of the music which she wrote on parchment for him. She kept the original in the private chambers of the castle. She didn't want to risk losing the original.

Milo took the copy from her and studied it. He started to bob his head, and wave the fingers of his right hand around as he looked at the music.

"Mm. I can hear this already in my head. I'd like to play it. Are there lyrics, Milady Rhiannon?" he asked.

"Well, yes… but, we just want the music played. The lyrics are… too personal to be made public at our wedding. You understand?"

"I believe I do. You wrote it for him, didn't you?" Milo asked.

"I did." Rhiannon smiled.

"How utterly romantic is that, Milo? It's adorable!" Linota smiled. She looked to Rhiannon. "I'd be interested to hear it."

"Oh, I… " Rhiannon stammered.

"What do you play, Milady?" Milo asked.

"The psaltery and the panflute." she said.

"Marvellous! I have both on hand. Let's give it a go, shall we? Then, we can get a sense of how this piece will sound on your wedding day." Milo smiled.

"I… I don't see why not." Rhiannon said.

"What is the song title, Milady?" Milo asked.

"I… uh… never gave it a title. Hmm. Let's call this one… "Dark Knight of the Dreamer". That's Knight with a K." she said.

"Clever. I like that." Milo smiled.

"Delightful!" Linota agreed. "You get the instruments, husband. I'll bring us all a spot of tea." she said, then looked to Rhiannon. "You shall need to warm yourself before you venture back out later, Milady. Make yourself comfortable. We shall return to you momentarily." she smiled.

"Thank you." Rhiannon smiled.

At this juncture, Nottingham was strolling through the main floor of the castle toward the Council Quarters, with Drake and the raven haired lady directly behind him.

"Wait out here for a moment, Lady Gisela. Drake will stay with you. I need to clear the room first." he said.

"Of course, Milord." Gunilda nodded.

He entered into the meeting chamber and found Guy speaking to the Scribe.

"Everything in order?" he asked them.

"Yes, Cousin. Just reviewing a few things ahead of tomorrow's Town Council meeting." Guy said.

"Right. Well we can't have all of our secrets revealed, can we?" he remarked as he walked to the table.

He began to arrange the notes into a pile. Then his eyes caught sight of the parchment with the bottom corner ripped from it.

"What this?" he asked the men. "There's a line of ink here." he pointed to an area directly beside the tear. "What was written here that had to be torn from the parchment?"

Guy just looked at him and shrugged.

The Sheriff looked to the Scribe with his eyes narrowed, suspiciously.

"It was just a… short list I wrote as a reminder to myself… Milord." the Scribe said, then looked downcast.

"Right. Well, I need this room cleared. You're dismissed, Scribe."

"Yes, Milord." the Scribe nodded, then went on his way.

"So, it's Drake is it?" Gunilda said to the tall, dark haired strapping man beside her.

"Yes, Milady." Drake nodded.

"Good to know… should I ever find myself in need of… your services." she said, coyly.

"Indeed." he nodded.

Just then the Scribe exited the meeting chamber. He noticed Drake standing there with a comely raven haired lady. He couldn't imagine what the Sheriff would need to see her about.

"Who was that?" she asked Drake.

"That was the Sheriff's Scribe."

"Wouldn't he be needed for the meeting?"

"Not necessarily, Milady. There are some things the Sheriff prefers to handle discreetly." Drake said.

"Oh. I see." she nodded then looked to the floor.

"What's going on, Cousin? Are we having a meeting? Is this why you needed the room cleared?" Guy asked.

"I will be having a meeting. A private one. I just need fifteen minutes with her — "

"Lady Rhiannon?"

"No, not my lady. I'm meeting with that curious woman who was looking for Celestria, and who took over some old fellow's cottage. You know… the one with the olfactory issue." he said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"I thought you and Drake were going to see her?"

"We did. And then, we escorted her back here. I can't do a thorough interview at that cottage, because I need Mortianna. Luke was right, Gis. Mortianna would be able to tell straightaway what her game is." the Sheriff explained.

"I see."

"Give me fifteen minutes with her, then bring Mortianna here." he instructed.

"Of course, Cousin." Guy nodded.

"You may send her in. Then you will tell Drake to remain where he is. When I'm finished with this woman, he can escort her to her horse and past the portcullis so she doesn't get any ideas about lurking around the property." he said.

"Very well." Guy said.

Guy went to the door and stepped out of the room. He looked to the lady who stood waiting beside Drake.

"Milord Sheriff will see you now, Milady." he said.

He opened the door for her. She nodded to him, then proceeded inside.

The Sheriff nodded for her to step forward after Guy closed the door.

"Well, this seems rather formal." Gunilda remarked.

"I think we both know that we can speak more freely here." he said, with a knowing look.

Gunilda sighed.

"Indeed." she said, softly.

"You found her, didn't you? Your niece." he said, as he hooked the first two fingers of each of his hands in the air at the mention of the lady's supposed relative.

"She was injured." Gunilda said.

"I know all about that, Milady. She pushed my lady down a flight of stairs in a burning manor. My lady's ribs are still healing; and don't even get me started on the state of her arm before my personal physician had to put it back into its shoulder socket." Nottingham shuddered.

"I don't know why there is conflict between her and your betroth — "

"Bollocks, you don't! You know everything, don't you? You're no more her aunt then I am!" he exclaimed.

Gunilda stood motionless, staring into his eyes. This is why she gave warning to Celestria over a month ago when she came to her for assistance. The Sheriff was clever, and could never be fooled. She knew it was a dangerous game Celestria was playing at.

"You have nothing to say? You were the one who requested a meeting with me, and suddenly you're speechless?" Nottingham scoffed.

"It's true. I know that she… formed an obsession with you. She came to see me in Castleton. Told me her plan about feigning a pregnancy. I did my best to warn her against it. Especially, when I asked whom the man was she wanted to trick."

"Yet, you helped her, anyway." he said.

"I gave her a paste for her skin to give it a rosy glow, some herbs to make her retch in the mornings, and sugar tonic to help her gain weight. I basically just paid her lip service, Milord. I didn't think she could keep up with this ridiculous ruse. I apologize for my part in it." Gunilda said.

"She did more than that to try to trick me, Milady. You don't even know the half of it, I would wager." he said as he folded his arms.

"I suppose not. That was all she told me."

"First, she tried to poison me. Next, she contrived a plan to kill my bride to be. Up until a fortnight ago she was still acting like she was with child, to the point that she appeared to believe her own lie." the Sheriff said, shaking his head.

"You're right. I didn't know the half of it. Fool! I warned her this was a dangerous game! Especially when she mentioned your name."

"You live in Derbyshire — or, did until recently. You don't know me, yet the mention of my name raised alarm with you. Why is that?"

"Oh, come now. No need to be modest. You're a man who's… reputation precedes you… Milord." she said, attempting to conceal a smirk.

"Fascinating." he said. Except, he wasn't referring to what she said as much as how she said it.

"Indeed. So… it appears I've aided a criminal. She's staying at the cottage. I've been assisting in her recovery." Gunilda sighed.

"I see." he said as he began to pace. He clasped his hands and looked down upon them as he moved. "And, what was the reason you wanted to meet with me? Something other than the fact that you've been aiding and harbouring a criminal?" he asked pointedly, as he turned to face her.

"Once she told me that she went after your betrothed with a dagger in hand, I knew the stakes were raised beyond the hint of madness I saw in her in Castleton. I assumed you'd be actively looking for her, and I thought it best I bring you this information, personally." Gunilda explained.

"I see." he muttered as he began to pace again. "Did she mention the presence of a man inside that manor a sennight ago?" he asked.

"She did. And then, she also mentioned he was unfamiliar to her, and appeared to be unfamiliar with your betrothed." Gunilda said.

"He's the one we're currently searching for. At this point, he is the greater threat." the Sheriff said.

"Yes, I gathered that, having been questioned by your men on two occasions since Tuesday. The ginger haired, short and rotund fellow I keep hearing about from your men, I assume?" she asked.

"Yes. I need to find him."

"Of course, Geor… Milord. Perhaps I can help you with — "

Nottingham stopped dead in his tracks and whirled around to face her.

"What… did you just call me?" he asked slowly, pointedly.

"Milord. I called you… Milord." she stammered.

"The hell you did! How do you know my given name?" he pressed as he moved in slowly toward her, until he was a foot away from her.

Gunilda stood, staring into his eyes, unable to back away from him, or speak. Then, she looked to the floor.

He reached his right hand out and tilted her chin up to force her to look into his eyes. Then he held her chin in his hand so she couldn't move her head.

"Milord?" she finally asked, weakly.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

"Gisela. I am Gisela from… Castleton." she muttered.

"You mendacious wretch! What else are you lying about?" he pressed with his voice raised a decibel or two.

"Everything I've told you is the truth of it." she said

Nottingham exhaled sharply and released her from his grasp. He shook his head, seething.

"Right. Show me this documentation that justifies your claim on an old man's property, and his supposed estate."

"Very well." she said. She reached into the pocket of her emerald green velvet cape and extracted a scroll. She sighed, then passed it to him.

He opened it and began to read.

"I see. The man was Gamel Hayward, and it says here that by right of kinship he has bequeathed his… " he took the scroll and walked to the table in order to see better by the light of the candles burning in iron candelabrum, which were placed there. He squinted his eyes and continued. "He has bequeathed his home, property, all moveable goods, his horse, and the totality of what is contained in his coffers." he said as he continued to study it. He made certain to memorize the name of the barrister which appeared on the document, as well. "Hmm. Very interesting." he muttered, when he noticed something else peculiar about it.

"I suppose so." Gunilda shrugged.

"No, here's the interesting part: He named his niece in this last testament. Funny. I don't see a Gisela mentioned. Does one… Gunilda Hayward ring a bell with you? Or, are you just posing as her to satisfy your greed?" he asked as his eyebrow shot north.

Gunilda sighed. There was no way around this. She had to reveal the truth.

"You don't have the best memory, do you, Milord Sheriff?" she blurted.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, his eyes narrowed, suspiciously.

"I am Gunilda Hayward. We… knew each other once. A… long time ago." she said.

"I'd remember a name like Gunilda!" the Sheriff scoffed.

"You used to call me… "Gilda"." she said, softly.

Back at the Medley's home, Linota was squealing with merriment, and applauding her husband and the Sheriff's lady at the end of the tune they just played together.

"That was just lovely!" Linota exclaimed.

"You really think so?" Rhiannon asked as she put the panflute down on her lap.

"Indeed. I think it's a delightful tune." the woman said.

"I thank you." Rhiannon smiled.

"You're right, Lin. It's a pretty song." Milo said. Then he turned to Rhiannon. "We shall be delighted to play this song at the marriage fete, Milady Rhiannon. Don't worry. We shall begin rehearsing it today. We will be in fine form in two days hence. You will see." he smiled.

"I appreciate that very much.. it was good to hear it played by another, besides just myself." she said.

"It's lovely how it's so personalized. A song you wrote for your betrothed. It's quite endearing, Milady." Linota smiled.

"Yes, no one has ever brought me their own composition to play for any occasion they're hosting. This is a first I shall not forget." Milo said.

"I am most grateful for your assistance and care with this matter. I thank you for the tea, as well. I should be on my way. The dark clouds portend a storm coming. I shall pay you personally on Tuesday evening, Milo." Rhiannon said as she stood from her seat. She passed the panflute to him.

"We have already been paid ahead of time for our services, Milady Rhiannon. Your betrothed took care of that." he said.

"Well, I will compensate you further for your attention to this matter. It means a good deal to us." Rhiannon smiled.

They saw her to the door, and she smiled to herself as she approached her horse. Now, two other people besides her betrothed — perfect strangers, seemed to enjoy her music. She was most pleased about it. Perhaps she shouldn't be nervous any longer about the idea of everyone hearing it for the first time in two days hence.

The Sheriff was speechless a moment as he stood, staring at the raven haired maiden with his brows raised, and his mouth slightly agape.

"Gilda." he whispered. "No. It can't be!"

"Ah, so you do remember. Took you long enough." Gunilda said.

"Yes, I did know… you. A very long time ago." the Sheriff said, softly.

"Intimately, if I recall correctly. We had a marvellous time together." she added.

"Until we didn't." he said. "You wait until now to reveal this to me. Explain to me why I shouldn't be suspicious."

"I didn't detect recognition in your eyes when I met with you just over a sennight ago. It's true, I wanted to find Celestria. I wanted to convince her to come back with me to Castleton. I didn't come here to put a kink in your wedding plans. Since you didn't recognize me, I gave another name." Gunilda explained.

"Yet, now my men tell me you plan to stay? Is that true?"

"I didn't at first. I planned to sell my uncle's property. But, things changed. I ended up… nursing Celestria, and developed a fondness for this town. I don't know if you recall the town I come from, but it's quite disenchanting. Certainly compared to Nottingham, it is." Gunilda sighed.

"What about now? Now that you put your cards on the table and I know who you really are, do you still wish to stay? What about that… Gilda?" he asked quietly, but firmly.

"You needn't worry about me, Milord. I've lived on my own a very, very long time. I have no designs on you… although, I have missed your company. I'm an independent, free spirited lady."

"That's good to know — if you're indeed being truthful. We shall see about your honesty shortly. However, you evaded the question."

"The answer is yes. I wish to stay in Nottingham. I've had my fill of Castleton." Gunilda said.

"I see. Well, Gilda, we're going to move this meeting along. I have someone I need to see to shortly. But, before I do that, I'm bringing in another to join us for the remainder of this meeting. You've met them once before." the Sheriff hinted.

"I see. And then… what? What is your opinion of my staying here in Nottingham?" a beat. "I could be useful to you. I don't think you realize."

"Ah, right. My men told me of this. Your… abilities, or gifts, some kind of supernatural powers, or some such nonsense. You see, this is why everything went south with us, Gilda. When I awakened before you one morning and discovered some curious items and potions, I suspected you were a witch." Nottingham said with his eyebrow quirked, knowingly.

"And, I've heard you employ a witch as your counsel. What is the difference?"

"Being advised by one, and being romantically entwined with one are two different matters." he sighed, shaking his head. "We will continue this meeting with the other person I mentioned, and then I will know where I stand on your possible permanent residency in Nottingham."

"Very well. And, what of Celestria? How would you like to handle her?"

"For now, act normally with her. You and I shall meet again after today. We will discuss this further then. I'm going to invite this third party in now. I need to get this wrapped up. I'm expected somewhere after this."

"Very well." Gunilda said. "Oh, by the way… " she added.

"What is it?"

"The facial hair. That's a… good look on you." she smirked.

"Right." he nodded.

He went to the door and opened it. Guy was there with Mortianna. The Sheriff beckoned for her to join him inside the meeting chamber.

Gunilda shook her head and sighed.

"You again. I should have known." Gunilda said.

"It will do ye no good to complain, Miss. I'm here because he has requested it." Mortianna said to her while nodding to the Sheriff.

Mortianna held a cup in her hand. The Sheriff guessed that there must be batwing tea contained within it.

"Seriously, Milord? This is what you had in mind?" Gunilda asked.

"My counsel can better determine honesty from a crafty lady such as yourself, than even I can. Take a seat, Lady Gunilda." he directed her.

Gunilda sighed and took a seat at the table. Mortianna took a seat across from her, and set the cup on the table.

"Give me your hand." Mortianna instructed.

Gunilda reached across the table toward her, as Mortianna placed her hand over Gunilda's hand.

"Alright, Milord. You may begin with whatever questions you have. I will know. Her energy is strong." Mortianna said.

"For pity's sake!" Gunilda huffed.

"What is your name?" the Sheriff asked.

"Gunilda Hayward." she said.

Next, he proceeded to ask her all of the same questions regarding Celestria, her reason for requesting the meeting, and how she came to acquire the cottage she is currently staying in.

She gave the same answers as she did previously.

Next, he asked about her abilities.

"I can sometimes see images in my mind, read people's emotions, and sometimes I have a keen sense of smell. These are the skills I possess that I believe may be useful to you, Milord Sheriff." Gunilda explained.

"We shall see about that. Now, tell me about the man we're looking for. What is your relationship to him?" he asked.

"I have no relationship with him. I've never met him, or seen him." Gunilda answered.

"Yet, you told two of my men you were certain he had recently visited the tavern, when they spoke to you there on Friday?" Nottingham pressed.

"Indeed. I told your men that… I could smell him."

"Interesting." Mortianna remarked.

The Sheriff regarded Gunilda with his eyebrow raised, suspiciously.

"He smelled of brine and overly fermented wine. To me, there was no mistaking he had been there, Milord." Gunilda said.

"But, you say you haven't seen him?" he asked, with a bewildered shake of his head.

"That is correct. I haven't, but, there was no mistaking his scent, and the images, and emotions I was picking up from him." she attempted to explain.

"Well, this is a new one for me, Milord. I've heard of some witches possessing these qualities, but I've never seen it for myself." Mortianna said.

"Yet, you can supposedly tell my truthfulness from a mere touch of my hand, Madam. How is that any different from the strange things I can pick up on?" Gunilda asked.

"I suppose it's… a different kind of perception." Mortianna said.

"What were you doing in back of the castle in the gardens when you came upon Mortianna, following our meeting the first time we spoke?" Nottingham asked.

"As I've told you, I have a keen sense of smell. I could smell the roses, their scent clinging to the mist in the air that evening."

"And, you offered gold for the belladonna." he pointed out to her.

"Yes. It's a valuable tool for protection. It's hard to come by, Milord." Gunilda said.

"Protection. Not a bow, or a blade, but… belladonna. Right." the Sheriff sighed. Then he looked to Mortianna. "Well, Madam? What is your assessment?"

"I… hate to say it. It pains me to say it, but… she has not lied, Milord."

"Great! May I have my hand back now?" Gunilda said as she withdrew her hand from Mortianna's grasp.

"You're absolutely certain?" he asked his counsel.

"Yes." she said.

"That is good."

Mortianna nodded then looked to the raven haired witch sitting across from her. She received portents about the woman on Wednesday — when the Sheriff came to see her when he first lost his memory. She needed to be certain about the woman, and there was only one way Mortianna could think of to achieve it. The touch of the woman's hand could only tell Mortianna the present, not past or future.

"We're not quite finished here. Drink." Mortianna said as she nodded to the cup on the table.

"What is this? Poison of some sort?" Gunilda asked as she peered into the cup.

"No. Just do it. There's not much." Mortianna said.

"Whatever." Gunilda said as she took a sip. She wrinkled her nose and made a face as she struggled to swallow it. "Dear Goddess! What in creation is this vile beverage, Madam?"

"A special brew of mine created especially for obtaining portents. Batwing tea." Mortianna announced.

"Could use a little honey, or something similar, Madam." Gunilda remarked with her eyes narrowed.

The Sheriff sighed.

"Any additives would alter the consistency of the tea, and change the direction of the pattern from the sediment. It must be served as is, Miss." Mortianna explained.

"I see." Gunilda nodded. With that in mind, she opted to drink of it quickly in order to be done with it. She finished the tea and put the cup back on the table, pushing it toward Mortianna.

Mortianna nodded to her and picked up the cup. Then, she looked to the Sheriff.

"I'll keep this in my apothecary." she said, nodding to the cup. "For now, you have my assessment of her honestly regarding the questions you posed."

"Thank you, Mortianna. That will be all." he said.

The witch nodded, then stood from her chair and took her leave.

Gunilda sighed then stood from her chair, moving toward him.

"Am I dismissed now, too?" she asked.

"For now, but we will meet again to further discuss things."

"Of course. I don't mean to add any pressure to your already busy schedule, but we should arrange a time and place for it. If I were living in that cottage alone, it wouldn't be a problem. But, Celestria is there."

"Yes, you do have a point. Come tomorrow. We will speak in my office. There's a lot less prying eyes lurking near my office."

"Very well. When would you like me to come?"

"Let's make it late morning. There's a meeting scheduled here prior to that." he said.

"Of course. I will be here." she said.

"I didn't forget you, Gilda. I was just thrown by your name. A lot of time has passed." Nottingham said.

"Of course. And, time has been good to you, I see." she smiled.

"And you." he said. Then he cleared his throat. "Drake will see you to your horse. I'll alert my men at the portcullis to expect to see you on the morrow. They will grant you access."

"Good. I will see you on the morrow." Gunilda nodded. Then she took leave of him.

The Sheriff exhaled sharply after she left. He never would have imagined he would see her again. He almost felt like a rug had been pulled from under him. She wanted to stay in Nottingham. How could he be certain she wouldn't cause trouble regarding her past relationship with him?

He soon exited the meeting room and headed toward the stairs. He needed to see how his best Knight was faring.

Before he got to the stairs, he saw his lady just ahead of him. Her garments were dripping. She had obviously been outside, but she wasn't dressed for target practice. She looked like she was just returning from an errand. He walked up behind her and put his hand upon her shoulder.

"Oh!" she gasped. Then, she turned around to face him. She frowned when she saw who it was.

"Where the hell have you been?" he demanded in a whisper.

"I had somewhere to go. I was brief. It was regarding our wedding."

"What? Rhiannon, I told you the man who escaped the dungeon last week — the same one who held you and Isabelle captive for a time while he was busy burning the place you were held in — is still at large. He wants to kill you, Rhiannon! What the hell were you thinking?" he asked, incredulously.

"I was thinking I don't have time to wait around to see the person I needed to see, when I have yet another appointment with my Wardrobe Mistress." Rhiannon explained.

"He is out there lurking in the shadows, and he wants you! Why do you refuse to grasp this?" the Sheriff exclaimed in a whisper.

"I'm no fool, George. I was armed." she smirked.

"My dagger, I'm assuming."

"Of course."

"Damn it, Rhiannon, I need you to put a stopper in your adventurous side for a time. At least until we capture the malefactor." he huffed.

"What's going on with you, George? You seem a little… rattled. I'm guessing there's more to it than me stepping out briefly, since it's clear that I survived the outing unscathed." Rhiannon pointed out.

"Let's not draw attention. Walk with me." he said, firmly.

She nodded to him, still puzzled by his behaviour. She wasn't so much surprised by his reaction to her leaving without mentioning it to him. What was curious to her was how over the top his reaction was, and that he seemed distracted. Even though he was arguing with her, she had a sense that he was somewhere else.

"Has Luke worsened?" Rhiannon asked.

"No." he said, simply.

"Did something happen when you went into town?" she asked.

"Nothing out of the ordinary. Just a quick chat with a person of interest." he lied.

"Must have been rather intriguing." she remarked.

"Stop deflecting, Rhiannon." he said firmly, when they reached the top of the stairs and started down the corridor. "I'm not finished questioning you. Where did you go?"

"George, what does it matter? It's really nothing serious." Rhiannon sighed.

"Rhiannon!" he said sharply, as he stopped in his tracks.

Rhiannon stopped and turned to face him.

"Alright. If you must know, I visited the home of the minstrel leader, Milo Medley. He and his wife, Linota, invited me in for… tea."

"What?" he asked, slowly. "Why would you need to see him? To pay him? He was already paid, Rhiannon."

"Yes, I found that out. I brought him the sheet music for the… song I composed. You recall it, don't you?"

"Yes." he answered, stunned by her reply.

"And, you might also recall that when you heard it, you said you would like it to be played at our wedding."

He sighed.

"Yes. I… did say that."

"Good! And now, it will be heard at the fete. Milo said he would rehearse it with the rest of the musicians beginning today. He and his wife liked it. We… played it." Rhiannon said.

"I see. I still insist that you refrain from galavanting about until the wanted man is captured. Am I clear?" the Sheriff said, sternly.

"You're making such a fuss, Geor — "

"For good reason! Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes." she sighed.

They continued down the corridor toward the private chambers.

"There's enough going on for me to deal with at the moment. The last thing I need is the added burden of wondering if you're going to take off again, and possibly come to harm." he said.

"George, I am not helpless. I'm completely capable of looking after myself." she argued.

"Damn it, lady! One of these days your willfulness will get you killed! Don't you get it? This man we're after is wanted because he is planning a murder — yours!" he exclaimed, just as they neared the door.

"I… I suppose… " she stammered.

"Next time you get a bright idea to leave here unaccompanied, you will clear it with me first. This is for your safety. Am I clear now?" the Sheriff stated, firmly.

"Yes." she nodded.

"Good. I will see you later." he said.

Then, he left her and quickly walked ahead, his surcoat billowing behind him as he moved.

A short time later, he was inside Luke's quarters receiving a report from Thomas about Luke.

"Was he bled?" the Sheriff asked.

"Yes. Isabelle and I completed it just over an hour ago." Thomas said.

"Did he awaken?"

"No, Milord. He slept through the entire procedure and remains asleep now. There's no change in his temperature, but it's good it hasn't worsened. I expect to see some improvement once he awakens. It is then he'll be fit to drink fluids and nourish himself." Thomas explained.

"Of course. Can I see him?"

"Of course, Milord. Perhaps if he hears your voice he might waken?"

The Sheriff nodded then walked to the bedchamber doors and opened them. He quietly stepped inside and moved toward the bed.

Luke was still positioned semi reclined against the pillows.His colour remained pale, and he appeared to still be in a deep sleep.

"Luke?" the Sheriff called to him, softly. "Open your eyes, lad. You've been sleeping a good while."

Luke showed no response to his voice.

The Sheriff sighed, and gently shook him.

"Wake up, lad. You've been out cold for several hours. You must take some water and nourishment." he said.

When there was still no response, the Sheriff leaned in close and whispered into Luke's ear.

"Tell you what. If you wake up, I shall consider your request of bringing Floria as your guest to my wedding celebration. At least then, I can keep an eye on you two." Nottingham said.

He frowned when he saw that even the mention of Floria did nothing to elicit a response from Luke. He left the bedside and went back out to the den to see Thomas.

"This is lunacy. Something is wrong. He's been sleeping a long time." the Sheriff huffed.

"And, we've also witnessed people sleep for longer than this." Thomas reminded him.

"Indeed, but this is different. This wasn't caused by a wound, or an injury." Nottingham pointed out.

"True, but we must keep in mind he had a good deal of missed sleep to catch up on. Add in the fever, and it has weakened him further. I would give it a few more hours yet before he awakens." Thomas advised.

"And, you'll continue to stay with him?"

"Indeed, Milord."

"Good. I want to be informed when he wakes from this lengthy slumber."

"Of course, Milord. Noted." Thomas nodded.

The Sheriff left the chambers, concerned that Luke was still fast asleep. He also had other matters on his mind. Two criminals to deal with, both of whom wanted Rhiannon dead. At least one of them was easy to find. But, what to do about Gilda? Mortianna said she was truthful with her answers. Unfortunately, the questions he was most interested to hear the answers to could not be asked. He wanted to know if she was honest about her reason for hiding her real name from him, and was it true she had no romantic interest in him? She said she could be of use to him. Could he trust her? Their brief time together happened many years in the past. If he gave his blessing for Gilda to remain in Nottingham, could Rhiannon live with that if she ever found out about his past history with Gilda?