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?

38. Chapter 93

The ladies had arrived to the door of Madam Oberon's chambers for one last fitting before the wedding. The interesting part about that was that Meridwyn and Isabelle seemed more animated about it than Rhiannon. This was noticed by Madam Oberon almost immediately after answering the knock on her door.

"Bon après-midi, mes chers! Do come in." Madam Oberon smiled as she beckoned them to enter while holding the door.

"Merci, Madame." Rhiannon said.

"Are you alright, mon cher? You seem a little distracted, besides the fact that it appears you were caught in the rain."

"Nous avons enterré notre fille aujourd'hui, Madame." Rhiannon said softly. (We buried our daughter today)

"Nous pouvons le faire une autre fois, Mademoiselle Rhiannon." Madam Oberon suggested. (We can do this another time)

"No, it's fine. The wedding is still scheduled as planned. This needs to be done. I'm just… a little off, I guess."

"Of course, mon cher. Come and sit. Perhaps a nice cup of tea will help? We can start with Meridwyn and Isabelle if you like?"

"That sounds fine. Merci, Madame." Rhiannon nodded.

"Alright, what did we just miss? What's this about the wedding still scheduled as planned? Was there a question about it going ahead?" Meridwyn asked.

"Indeed." Isabelle agreed.

"I'm just not… feeling it today, ladies. But, it has to be done. I told Madam Oberon that we buried our daughter earlier. She offered me an out, but I declined." Rhiannon explained.

"I see. It will be alright, Rhiannon." Meridwyn soothed.

"All of this is so out of order! This is supposed to be a happy time, but it's become marred with sadness. Curses!" she exclaimed.

"All you can do is move forward, Sister. You love him, don't you?" Isabelle asked.

"Of course. There's no question about that. It's just difficult to muster excitement right now."

"I understand, Mademoiselle Rhiannon. Come, take a seat in the salon, mon cher." Madam Oberon said, gesturing toward the seating in the sitting room.

"Perhaps something stronger than a cup of tea might be in order for her, if you have it, Madam Oberon?" Meridwyn suggested.

"Agreed." Isabelle said.

"I do have a nice French wine on hand." Madam Oberon smiled. She looked to Rhiannon. "What say you, Mademoiselle? Does that sound appealing to you?"

"For God's sake, take it, Rhi. You need it." Meridwyn urged her.

"Very well. I could use something to put me more at ease, I'd agree with that." Rhiannon nodded.

"C'est bon! I've plenty for everyone, if you wish to have a small measure, Dame Meridwyn?"

"I'll accept a small measure." Meridwyn nodded.

Madam Oberon nodded then left the room. After she was out of earshot, Meridwyn spoke.

"We're alone now, Rhiannon. You can speak freely. What's going on?"

"It's nothing… besides the sense that strange occurrences keep presenting. It's like… there's some sort of curse that's meant to thwart our wedding plans." Rhiannon said softly, then looked downcast. She chastised herself for being verbose.

"As far as I know, there's only one witch in town, and she supports this union. So, there goes your curse idea." Meridwyn said in an attempt to assuage her.

"It's natural to be nervous about it and have… doubts. Marriage is a big step… not that there's many other choices for ladies." Isabelle added.

"It's not an unwillingness to marry him. That's not the problem. He's not the problem." Rhiannon said.

"Then… what are you referring to, Rhiannon?" Meridwyn asked, puzzled.

"The bad luck that seems to follow us around. It's like the stars are trying to warn us not to go through with it, or something." Rhiannon sighed.

"What a load of codswallop, Rhi! Are you honestly going to try to tell me you're falling for that mystical nonsense now? Honestly!" Meridwyn sighed.

"You can't deny — " Rhiannon was interrupted.

"Honey, you've endured a lot in the last sennight. Too much. Naturally, you are questioning many things. Those were a series of very unfortunate events. It's just what happened, none of it was planned. None of it happened as some sort of sign from the universe that what you have with your betrothed isn't real." Meridwyn soothed.

"It's just normal wedding jitters, dearest. Don't think too much on it. It's normal to grieve your daughter, but remember, he is grieving, too. And, even though you grieve her tremendous loss, that doesn't mean that you need to punish yourself and Milord Sheriff, as some kind of penance to her. It won't bring Sela back, and all that will do is bring misery to you and Milord Sheriff. It's alright to be happy about your nuptials." Isabelle said, stunning the ladies with her insight.

"Do you think that's what I'm doing? Trying to punish us because she died?" Rhiannon asked, softly.

"Only you can answer that, Sister. You may not even be aware that was on your mind, but shouldering guilt for something you're not responsible for will do you no good. Don't let it eat you alive." Isabelle said.

"I… don't even know how to interpret that just now." Rhiannon said, stunned. Was she that easy to read? True, that was part of it, but she wished she knew what was bothering her betrothed.

"I think she's on to something, Rhiannon." Meridwyn said, nodding toward Isabelle. "Now, do us all a favour and enjoy that wine when it comes. If anyone deserves to imbibe, it's you." she winked.

A few moments later Madam Oberon returned with a tray. There was a large flask on the tray with three goblets. She set the tray down on the table and began to pour, then passed the goblets to them.

"There's only three goblets, Madam Oberon? Won't you join us?" Isabelle pointed out.

"I shall be working, mon cher. Perhaps after we've completed the fittings I might consider it." the seamstress said.

"Right. Of course." Isabelle nodded.

Rhiannon took a generous swallow, letting the soothing liquid warm her.

"Merci, Madame. It is quite pleasing." she said.

"Indeed. It has a fruity taste to it. Quite lovely!" Isabelle smiled.

"Too lovely. Makes it hard to be satisfied with a small measure." Meridwyn added.

"Then perhaps, we should start with you, Dame Meridwyn?" Madam Oberon suggested.

"It feels strange to proceed ahead of the bride." Meridwyn frowned.

"Not to me. Perhaps seeing you and Isabelle in your gowns again will ignite some kind of spark in me?" Rhiannon mused.

"You better have some more of that wine, honey. We're here to be fitted for gowns for your wedding." Meridwyn pointed out.

"I plan to, Meridwyn. By the time it's my turn, I'm sure I'll be in a better frame of mind." Rhiannon said.

"I know that today has been difficult for you, Rhiannon. I can't imagine it. But, you're acting as though this were an arranged marriage to a man you're not particularly fond of." Meridwyn sighed.

"You know that's not true — "

"Listen. While Isabelle and I are being fitted, and you're out here sipping on this delightful fruity wine, perhaps remind yourself of all of the moments between you and my brother in law that brought you to this moment. I don't know what's going on, but there's more to this than burying Sela. The Rhiannon I know never needed reminding of why she should marry her betrothed. And, spare us the mystical sign nonsense." Meridwyn said with a knowing quirk of her brow.

Rhiannon stared at her a moment, then nodded. Perhaps she was too obvious with her general demeanour. She knew he was displeased with her for abruptly leaving the castle, that was made clear; but she couldn't help but have a sense there was more to it than just that. Something unrelated to her actions was her guess. She drank some more of the pleasing wine as she waited for Meridwyn, then Isabelle to finish with their fittings.

It was just after dusk when the Sheriff was notified that Luke had awakened. He was surprised that the Scribe was able to locate him in his office. He was sitting in there sipping on brandy, contemplating the matter with Gilda, when the Scribe arrived with the news.

A short time later he was inside the den in Luke's chambers, speaking with Thomas.

"When did he awaken?" the Sheriff asked.

"Not long ago. Perhaps fifteen minutes." Thomas said.

"And, how does he seem?"

"Still tired, oddly. His skin still feels warm. I thought that would improve by now. I wouldn't bleed him again just now, but it might need to be considered again on the morrow." Thomas said.

The Sheriff nodded then walked to the doors of the bedchamber. He knocked, and Luke gave permission for entry.

He opened the doors and stepped inside.

Luke was semi reclined against the pillows, still covered in blankets, and still looking pale.

"Good morning, Milord Sheriff." Luke nodded.

"It's not morning, Luke. It's just after sundown." Nottingham said as he took a seat in the chair beside the bed.

"Figures. It does feel like I only slept a few moments." Luke muttered.

"No, Luke. It's just after sundown — Sunday. You were asleep all of that time. You fell asleep a few hours after sundown yesterday."

"You can't be serious?" Luke asked, bewildered.

"Indeed. I am."

"That can't be right. Why do I feel like I could sleep for several more hours, then? I've lost an entire day!"

"Sadly, I know how frustrating that feels." Nottingham said.

"Yes, I suppose you do. It's maddening. I thought I'd feel better by now."

"You will, Luke. There's no need to worry about how long healing will take."

"I do worry. I'm meant to be joining in the search mission on the morrow, and your wedding is the day after. I'm scheduled to be working at the fete." Luke reminded him.

"You're going to need at least another day from the looks of you, lad. It will be fine. The search will still continue without you. The men will survive." Nottingham said.

"I thought it was dark in here because I can hear rain." a beat. "It's stunning how… forgiving you are." Luke remarked.

"Say no more about that, Luke. Just get well. That's is my hope for you. Your duties will wait for you."

"I've disappointed you. Now, I'm disappointing the men. We're a team." Luke muttered with a yawn.

"No one is disappointed, Luke. Just eager for you to recover. Now, try to stay awake for a time. You haven't fortified yourself since yesterday. I'm sending for a tray." the Sheriff instructed.

"Very well. Can you make sure it's something light? Like broth?" Luke said, softly.

"That's it?" the Sheriff asked.

"Perhaps a piece of bread to go with it. I couldn't manage much more."

"I'll see what I can do." he said. Then he left the bedchamber.

The Sheriff decided to stay and wait on the tray to arrive as he wanted to be sure that Luke would eat. Half an hour later he went back into the bedchamber, holding the tray. He frowned when he saw that Luke had fallen asleep again.

He set the tray on a table, then went back to the bed. He put his hand on Luke's shoulder.

"Luke? Wake up, lad. Your broth and bread are here."

He was pleased to see Luke responded this time. His eyelids began to flutter, and then he opened them and looked to the Sheriff.

"I'm so tired, Milord. Don't know if I have the energy to chew."

"You won't need to chew much. Just the bread that came with your broth."

"Very well. It was kind of you to stay, Milord." Luke said.

"It's not a problem, Luke." he said as he went back to retrieve the tray from the table. Then he set it on Luke's lap.

Luke began to slowly partake of the broth.

"How did it go when you and Drake went to speak with that lady at her manor, Milord?"

"I took something that you said at the meeting yesterday evening under advisement, Luke." the Sheriff hinted.

"What was that?" Luke asked.

"I brought her back here to question her. And then, I added Mortianna into the mix, and questioned her again." Nottingham said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Oh. What was the result of that, Milord?"

"She was truthful. Of course, I need to verify the legitimacy of the document she provided regarding the claim on that estate, but everything else checked out — surprisingly." the Sheriff said.

"Well, that is certainly… interesting. So, you're telling me the bit about her being able to… smell the malefactor we're looking for… is true?" Luke asked while he took a spoonful of broth.

"Indeed. As strange as it seems, she wasn't lying about that."

"Well, that is a frightening thought, Milord. And, I'm not being funny about it."

"You do have a point, Luke." Nottingham smirked.

"What is it?" Luke asked.

"It is nothing. Just a reaction to your signature phrase."

"Oh. Alright. Is there water in here, Milord? I'm quite thirsty."

"Yes. I left it on the table where I had set the tray before." he said.

The Sheriff stood from his chair and went to the table to retrieve it. He brought the pitcher and the goblet back. He poured the water into the goblet and set the goblet on the tray, then placed the pitcher on the table beside the bed.

"Thank you, Milord." Luke said as he drank of the water. "That is better."

"Of course." he nodded as he resumed sitting in the chair beside the bed.

"What's next with that lady, Milord? Anything?"

"I'm not sure just yet. I'm considering asking her to be an espial for us." he said.

"Really?" Luke asked.

"It's only a consideration at the moment. It's not decided as yet."

"Well, there's a turn of events I never would have expected."

"Indeed. I completely agree with you there." he nodded. You got that right, Luke. You don't even know the half of it.

"Even though she was found to be truthful with you this time, are you sure that's wise? I mean, you don't know her." Luke reminded him.

The Sheriff sighed and looked to his lap. Luke was the most loyal and trustworthy of anyone he knew. Could he tell him?

"Milord? You don't know the lady… correct?"

The Sheriff looked up into Luke's blue green eyes and hesitated a moment before he spoke.

"Actually, I… used to know her." he admitted with a sigh.

"Milord?"

"It was a long time ago. Close to twenty years."

"Seriously?" Luke asked.

"You shared something personal with me yesterday. I trust you implicitly, Luke. So, maybe it's time I share something with you. It's been gnawing at me since I found out, and I haven't told anyone." the Sheriff began.

"If it's too personal, you don't need to, Milord. You always make good decisions, from my experience. And you're… quite private about yourself. It's alright, Milord. Say no — "

"She was… I guess you could say, a sort of… paramour once." the Sheriff sighed.

Luke took a sip of water from his goblet and looked to his employer, speechless. He didn't know what was more surprising to him — the information the Sheriff was telling him, or, the fact that he was disclosing it at all. He'd never once revealed anything personal to him — except telling Luke yesterday that he never knew his parents.

"Of course, we didn't see each other often. I was here, and she lived in her home in Derbyshire. It lasted nearly a year. I wasn't really interested in anything serious anyway, but, we knew each other… intimately." he said, softly.

"Milord, with respect, how is it you didn't figure this out when you first saw her? I mean, you acted like you'd never seen her before?"

"I had a nagging feeling that she reminded me of someone, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Plus, she gave me a different name. It all came to light when she gave me the document of her uncle's last testament, and there was a different name listed as the heir. And, even then, it didn't spark a memory, until she reminded me what I used to call her." he explained.

"So, what is her name, if you don't mind my asking?"

"It's Gunilda. She reminded me I used to call her "Gilda"." Nottingham said, softly.

"But, why did she give you a different name when she met with you over a sennight ago?" Luke asked, bewildered by this story.

"She said she could tell I didn't recognize her, and she didn't wish to put a kink in my wedding plans. Her wording."

"Well, this is certainly a conundrum, Milord. Do you think you could trust her as an espial?"

"Yes, but this is a delicate situation."

"I don't mean to point out the obvious, but… you're older than Lady Rhiannon. I'm sure she understands you had a life before she came along." Luke said.

"True, but would she feel betrayed?" Nottingham mused.

"It's only business, Milord. I don't see how she would." Luke pointed out.

"That is the part I'm struggling with." the Sheriff said.

"Maybe you should tell her about this?" Luke suggested.

"I wouldn't know where to start. We're to be married in two days time. How do I tell her something like this? Imagine it: "Oh, by the way, there's a new lady in town. I used to bed her every time I went to Derbyshire many years ago. Now, I'm considering hiring her as a spy." Do you see how ludicrous that sounds, Luke? There would be no way to soften it for her. What would she think? She'd be questioning my fidelity to her." the Sheriff said.

"Would there be a question of that? With this Gunilda lady staying in Nottingham, and your dealings with her as a spy, would that potentially come into question?" Luke asked, directly.

"No. I'm devoted to Rhiannon. Gilda is still comely, even after all this time, and she's intelligent. But, we would never work. We didn't work. She's a witch, Luke." he said.

"Then, when you tell Lady Rhiannon, you should mention that, too. Except, I'd omit the comments about the lady being comely and intelligent. That would only worry your lady, I think." Luke said while taking a swallow of water.

"For a young man with probably little experience with women, you raise some good points."

"I have limited experience. I had a lady love once. She was perfect." Luke said.

"If she is so perfect, how is it you've never mentioned her? And, why the interest in Floria if there's a perfect lady, I'm guessing who is back home?" he asked, pointedly.

"Because she died, Milord." Luke said, simply.

"What?"

"Yes. I had planned to marry her. We knew each other since we were children, lost touch, then we ran into each other a few months after I'd taken care of those beasts who killed my family." Luke explained.

"What happened?" the Sheriff asked. "If you don't mind my asking." he added.

"She got in the way of fast moving carriages on the main road in our town. She was trampled and… killed instantly." Luke said softly, as he looked downcast.

"I'm truly sorry to hear that, lad. I can't imagine such a loss." the Sheriff said.

"It was a rough one to muddle through, indeed. I guess… I'm no stranger to grief."

"When did it happen?" he asked.

"It was close to a year and a half ago. In June of ninety six." Luke said.

"You're the most cheerful of everyone in this entire castle, Luke. I don't know how you do it." Nottingham remarked with a shake of his head.

"Working for you has… given me great purpose, Milord. What happened to my family, and to Emma is unfortunate, and there was nothing I could do to stop any of it from happening. Apparently, it was their time. Most days I try not to think of it. Just focus on my work. It… helps." Luke said, softly.

"It's remarkable. How strong you are considering all of the death you had to deal with in a short span of time."

"Everyone has a story, Milord. Sometimes the stories are heartbreaking. I hate to say it, but I wouldn't be who I am if none of that had happened, I suppose." Luke shrugged.

"You're so… calm about it all." Nottingham observed.

"Because I have to be, Milord. There's no other choice. Well, actually there is another choice, but I won't go there." Luke hinted.

"Which choice is that?"

"When faced with tragedy, especially, sudden tragedy involving a violent end, there's really only two choices for the bereft. Either you move forward, as difficult as that is, or you just… completely fall apart. I need to be calm, or I would fall apart.

"There were many dark days I had to get through. There were countless times I didn't want to live anymore. I would question: why them, and not me? Why couldn't they stay? What would possibly make me special enough that I'm granted life, but they were not? My sisters were so young. They were only ten and twelve years. Why them? Why mother — a good woman? Why Emma? And then, I realized." Luke sighed.

"What was that, Luke?"

"I realized that I'm not meant to question any of it. It's not for me to know… in this life. All I can do is live well, be successful, and try to make them proud." Luke said with a shrug.

"It's no wonder that you come across as an old soul. You've endured unimaginable things already in your short life. Yet, instead of being hardened, you're decent and hard working." the Sheriff said.

"Not right now, I'm not." Luke scoffed.

"You'll be back to your duties soon, I'm sure."

"I don't mind if I die. Then, I can see them again." Luke said softly, as he casually took another spoonful of broth.

The Sheriff's eyes widened in horror.

"Don't say that, Luke. Don't you dare give up on me! Nobody is dying. Least of all, you. Do you hear me?" he said, sternly.

"Yes, Milord. It was only a thought. One I shouldn't have spoken aloud."

"Well, you had best put that thought out of your mind right now. You're not dying, and… I won't let you die."

"Don't think any one person has that kind of power, Milord."

"Of course not, but I can damn well try!" the Sheriff huffed.

"Back to the original topic, then. You should probably discuss the matter of this Gunilda lady with Lady Rhiannon. It would be loads better if she heard this from you than anyone else." Luke said.

"No one knows — except for you." the Sheriff said with a quirk of his brow.

"Lady Gunilda knows. Can you trust her not to disclose your past relationship with her? I won't say a word, Milord. What if… Gunilda does?"

"I wouldn't expect her to, but that's the thing about it. The "what if?" questions it poses. Curses!"

"It's completely your call, Milord. But, you might consider telling Lady Rhiannon of this. You will probably feel better at the end of it." Luke said.

The Sheriff nodded as he contemplated Luke's advice. Then Thomas knocked on the doors of the bedchamber. He went to answer the knock.

"Yes, Thomas. What is it?" the Sheriff asked.

"There's… some men here to see you, Milord."

"I see." he nodded.

He explained to Luke he had some business to attend to, but he would be brief. Then he went out into the den and was surprised to see his Lieutenant, Mordrid, and Ancel there with him. For some strange reason, Guy and Mordrid had a pale colour to their complexions.

"What is it? Something has happened. I can tell." the Sheriff asked. His amber hazel eyes narrowed, suspiciously.

"You're needed in the Council Quarters, Cousin. We have a visitor." Guy announced.

"What? Who has come now? Let me guess. The lady whom Drake and I went to see earlier." he sighed.

"No. It's not her. It's the Prince. He has brought someone to see you." Guy muttered then looked downcast.

"What?" the Sheriff asked, slowly. "Why now?"

"You shall see, Cousin." Guy said.

"Damn it, Gis. This better be good." the Sheriff huffed.

Mordrid exhaled a sigh, then looked downcast.

"This must be a serious matter if he's arrived this late, and the three of you have come to summon me. Or, are you two here to see Luke?" he asked his two top men.

"No, Milord." they answered in unison.

"Fine. Let's go and see what this is about." he said.

Then, the four of them left Luke's chambers.

Soon after that, they entered into the Council Quarters. Prince John turned around to face him. The noble finery he wore created a whirlwind flash of bright colours as he moved.

"Ah, George! There you are!" Prince John smiled as he walked toward him.

"Good evening, Your Highness. What brings you here to see me?" he asked, curiously.

"Two things, friend. The first is… I feel terrible about what happened last week. I wish to compensate you for that." the Prince said.

"Really? For a moment, I'd wondered if I had done something to displease you in any way."

"No. Not at all. I want to take care of that. I imagine it… hasn't been easy for you, recovering from such an injury." the Prince smiled, ruefully.

Guy and the Sheriff's men gave knowing looks to one another, then they looked downcast.

"I survived, Your Highness." the Sheriff nodded.

"The other thing is, I brought someone with me. I ran into him earlier, quite by surprise. I convinced him to accompany me here." the Prince said.

"Forgive me, but, why is it so important I see him?" the Sheriff asked with his eyes narrowed.

"Because… you would want to see him."

"I can't imagine whom that would be, Your Highness?"

"No. You never would. Not in your wildest dreams, George." Prince John hinted.

"Alright. Where is this mystery guest, then?" the Sheriff asked.

"He's out in the corridor, friend. Come. Let's go together." the Prince said.

"Is it the malefactor my men have been searching for?" the Sheriff asked with his eyes narrowed.

"No. He is not wanted by you, or any other Sheriffs."

The Sheriff shook his head, wondering who could possibly be here to see him, and why the Prince would think it's that important he should escort the man here himself, and then — insist on accompanying him to meet the stranger.

"Very well." he nodded. Then he looked to his men. "Do you know what this is about?"

"Yes, Cousin." Guy sighed.

"Indeed." Ancel nodded.

"We know who it is, but we haven't seen him… yet." Mordrid said, shaking his head.

"Alright. You men might as well come, too. Let's get this over with. I can't imagine what this is about." Nottingham sighed.

"I… still can't imagine this." Guy muttered.

Nottingham looked at him strangely, then all five of them left the Council Quarters.

At this juncture, Rhiannon was halfway down the stairs, feeling a little lightheaded from the wine she imbibed earlier at Madam Oberon's quarters. She noticed her betrothed stepping out of the Council Quarters. She smiled. Then she saw that he was accompanied by Sir Guy, two of his men, and Prince John — of all people. What was he doing here? They all looked serious. She advanced a little further, then casually leaned over the stair railing to see what they were up to.

"Alright. Where is this mystery man, Your Highness?" the Sheriff asked as he took a quick look around him.

About thirty feet away, a man was seated on a bench. The Prince looked over to him, nodded, and beckoned for him to join them.

The man stood, grabbing his walking stick. He was tall, with dark chestnut coloured hair, tinged in bits of grey. He walked with a limp. He looked straight into Nottingham's eyes as he slowly advanced toward him. As he neared closer, the Sheriff could see his face better. There was no mistaking the vivid green eyes, and his chiseled features. The Sheriff let out a soft gasp.

"Holy hell." Mordrid muttered, softly.

"No… way." Guy murmured.

"Dear Zeus! It cannot be!" Nottingham exclaimed as he walked swiftly toward him.

Rhiannon stood quietly, then advanced a little more on the staircase to get a better look. She was able to hear a little better from where she stood. It seemed her betrothed was greeting some unfamiliar man she'd never seen before. He was quite handsome from what she could tell. She couldn't help but notice how her lover's countenance turned as white as the driven snow.

The man moved in slowly, a little closer to the Sheriff. The Sheriff moved in quickly as he realized whom it was. Finally, they were just a few feet apart. The Sheriff's eyes were wide with awe, his jaw slightly agape. He stood, staring and shaking his head. The man had a soft smile and a twinkle in his eyes as he regarded him.

"This… can't be real? You can't be real!" Nottingham exclaimed.

"No, my friend. I am real. My cursed leg reminds me every day that I'm alive and… real." the man said.

"Nic! I thought you… were dead?" the Sheriff said, softly. He swallowed, dryly.

"So did I for a time, George." Nichol said.

"Nic!" Nottingham exclaimed.

The men grabbed each other's hands, then drew in closely and embraced.

Rhiannon was stunned. She'd never seen her betrothed embrace anyone before. Not even Sir Guy. But, he was trembling. Who was this man? She was leaned over the railing again, yet frustrated that she couldn't hear too much of what was said. She was very curious. Whomever the man was, he meant a great deal to George. Her betrothed wasn't the sort of man to be demonstrative in the public eye. He was usually guarded. Just whom was this stranger who had her lover in such a state that he was pure white, trembling, and embracing the man? She knew she should just return to the private chambers, but she couldn't move. She was too intrigued to move her eyes from the scene below.

"I can't… believe it. You're alive. You've been missed." Nottingham said.

"Forgive me." Nic said.

"Come. Those men over there wish to see you, friend. We'll get to whatever the hell I need to forgive you for shortly." the Sheriff said with a knowing look.

"Oh, I'm sure we will." Nichol said with a smirk.

Together they walked back to the Council Quarters where the Prince; Guy, Mordrid, and Ancel stood, waiting.

Guy and Mordrid were both pale and staring, as in their minds — they were seeing a wraith.

"I… can't believe it. Have we gone mad?" Mordrid muttered.

"It's… unreal." Guy said, softly.

"Did Luke slip some of those leaves into our ale, or something? We're hallucinating… aren't we?" Mordrid exclaimed.

Nottingham chuckled and looked to the floor.

"No, Mordrid. There's nothing wrong with your eyes, nor your senses. It is I. I am not a phantom." Nichol said.

"Nic! Captain! It's so good to see you hale!" Mordrid smiled, and extended his hand to shake Nichol's.

"It is good to see you, too, Mordrid." Nichol smiled as he shook his hand.

"And you, Gis." Nichol said, as he addressed Guy.

"I'm pleased to see your return." Guy smiled as he shook his hand.

"And, this one?" Nichol said to the Sheriff as he nodded to Ancel. Then, he looked into Ancel's eyes. "I recognize you from the tavern just over a sennight ago. You were there with Drake and another Knight. I don't remember either of you from when I was here."

"I am Ancel. It's a pleasure to meet you." Ancel nodded. "Funny. I don't remember seeing you that night?"

"You didn't notice me. None of you did. But, I noticed you. I was only there briefly. I was seated in a corner by the door. I saw you, and you were all busily engaged in conversation. I drank my mug of ale, then left. I wasn't… ready to be known… yet." Nichol explained.

The Sheriff narrowed his eyes suspiciously at that last remark.

"Of course." Ancel said.

"Isn't this just a delightful turn of events, George?" Prince John smiled.

"Indeed. Quite unexpected." the Sheriff agreed. He looked to Nichol. "We have much to catch up on. I need to know where you've been for the last three years, and why we all mourned your death. You've some explaining to do, old friend." the Sheriff said with his eyebrow quirked, knowingly.

"You're right. And, we will have a private moment later, but, right now, there's many I wish to address. If it's not too late in the evening, of course." Nichol said.

"No, Nic. It's fine. Since it's about you, I'm sure whoever you request will be pleased to attend once they see you."

"Good. Then, convene the following of your men: Drake, Adam, Gerad, Alex, Christian, and whomever the young fellow is who was with Drake and Ancel at the tavern just over a sennight ago. He's actually the biggest reason I finally came here — besides what Prince John said earlier." Nichol said.

"Ah, you mean Luke. He's one of my newest recruits. So is Ancel. Both are Investigators, along with Mordrid. Very well. I shall have them summoned now. I would also suggest we invite my Advisor, Robert. Is that agreeable?" the Sheriff asked.

"Of course." Nichol nodded.

"Why don't you go on inside with these men? I'll have everyone summoned to join us forthwith."

"Very well." Nichol said.

"Ancel, you stay here a moment. A word." Nottingham said to his newest recruit.

Ancel nodded. The rest of the men present went inside the Council Quarters with Nichol. Once the door closed, the Sheriff spoke.

"Go to Luke's chambers and see if he feels able to join us." the Sheriff said.

"Is he finally awake, Milord? Some of us stopped by earlier and the medicus told us he was still asleep." Ancel said.

"Yes. He's been awake close to two hours. He's quite weakened, though. So, I don't know if he'll feel able for it, but if he can I want him to join us. Tell him not to worry about looking his finest. I just want him here, unless he's about to fall over." Nottingham sighed.

"Of course, Milord. Understood. Shall I take care of having the rest sunmoned, as well?" Ancel asked.

"That would be grand. You don't need to go knocking on everyone's door. Delegate someone else to, and emphasize the priority to whomever that someone is. But, you must tell Luke personally. I want you to accompany him here if he agrees to it. He's quite weak, Ancel."

"If he that's ill, should I be bothering him with this?" Ancel asked.

"Yes. Because he's one of the top men. I request his presence to meet my former Captain; but, this is why we're giving Luke a choice. I'm requesting his presence, not demanding it." Nottingham said.

"Understood, Milord. I'll take care of that now." Ancel nodded, then he left to begin his task.

At this point, Rhiannon headed back up the stairs. Just as her betrothed headed back to the meeting chamber, and Ancel headed toward the stairs, she quickly ascended them. She didn't know what was going on. But Ancel might wonder if she was eavesdropping. How she wished she could make herself invisible to listen in behind that door, but she would need to be patient.

The Sheriff went back inside the Council Quarters and closed the door.

"Can one of you tell me how it was you saw each other tonight?" the Sheriff asked, addressing the Prince and Nichol.

"I think you'll like this one." Nichol smirked.

"I heard there was a backgammon tourney happening tonight at your local tavern, so, naturally, I had to stop by. Soon after I arrived, I thought I recognized your former Captain. I thought maybe he was a twin brother, or a damn good doppelgänger. So, I approached him." Prince John said.

"I… couldn't exactly lie to the Prince." Nichol added.

"I told him I was on my way here to see you, and it took some coaxing, but I finally convinced him to join me." the Prince explained.

"I see." the Sheriff said.

"I decided I'd put it off long enough. I'd been thinking about revealing myself to you after something your new recruit said to me last Saturday." Nichol said.

"You spoke to Luke?" the Sheriff asked, rather stunned.

"Yes. He's a clever one, George."

"Indeed. I'm fully aware. Are you going to enlighten me on what was said between you?"

"No. Not until he is present."

"Alright." the Sheriff nodded, curious about this encounter they had, and why Luke never mentioned it.

"How are we going to handle this with the men, Milord Sheriff?" Mordrid asked.

"What do you mean?" the Sheriff asked.

"I think… we should have Nic hidden somehow, until they're all assembled." Mordrid suggested.

"I think that's a good idea. We'll have everyone's attention once they're seated, and then Nic makes his presence known. It might be more effective than having Nic visible to everyone as they file into this room, Cousin." Guy suggested.

"Good point." the Sheriff nodded. Then he looked to Nichol. "What do you think, Nic?"

"I'd agree. It does make better sense. Where would you like me to wait?" Nichol agreed.

"You're too tall for us to huddle around, in this room." Mordrid pointed out.

"Not unless he was seated." Nottingham said. "Let's do that. Well take a chair over to the corner, and have you seated there, Nic. I'd rather do that than have you wait outside the room trying to hide yourself. Especially with that limp of yours." he suggested.

"That sounds perfect, friend." Nichol smiled.

Mordrid grabbed a chair and moved it away from the table into a corner of the room. Nichol followed and seated himself.

Twenty minutes later, the men started to gather into the room, all of them wondering what the Sheriff wished to discuss with them. First to arrive was Duke Farnsworth, Robert, Gerad, and Alex. They noticed Guy and Mordrid standing in a corner with the Prince.

"What's up with Prince John making an appearance, Milord? Did he finally come to check on your welfare?" Duke Farnsworth quietly asked the Sheriff.

"It's about bloody time." Robert muttered.

"Indeed. And, just as you guessed, Robert, he wants to compensate me for the injury he caused." the Sheriff said.

"I'm delighted to hear that, Milord. God knows you deserve some reparation, especially since you nearly died." Robert whispered.

"All of you take your seats. Guy and Mordrid seem to be in a deep discussion with Prince John. They'll join us once everyone has convened." he directed them.

The men nodded and took their places at the table.

Drake and Adam soon followed. Like the others, they became curious when they saw the Prince huddled in a corner speaking with Guy and Mordrid.

"What's going on Milord? Is Prince John displeased about something?" Adam asked.

"No. All is well. Take your places at the table, men. They shall join us shortly."

"Alright." Adam shrugged.

"Very well." Drake said.

"Wait a moment, men. Did either of you see Luke and Ancel?" the Sheriff asked.

"Yes, Milord. We saw them walking together in the corridor. They were well behind us." Drake nodded.

"Luke is moving rather slowly, Milord. This must be rather important to drag him out of his bed?" Adam pointed out.

"It is, but Luke was offered the choice to join us. I requested his presence, only if he felt able for it."

"He would never have turned you down, Milord. Just saying." Drake smirked.

"Well, let us hope the poor lad doesn't fall over down here, then." Nottingham sighed.

Both men nodded, then took their places at the table, chatting with the others who were already seated.

Ten minutes later, Ancel and Luke arrived. Ancel stayed by Luke's side, as Luke was walking quite a bit slower than normal. Luke was wearing a woollen cloak over his breeches and tunic, and appeared to be shivering. The Sheriff walked over to them.

"I made it, Milord. Is everything quite alright? Did Prince John get wind of my abhorrent behaviour yesterday?" Luke asked, quietly.

"No, Luke. It's nothing like that. Don't give it another thought. We shall try to make this brief so that you can get back into your bed." the Sheriff said.

"Very well." Luke nodded.

The two men made their way over to the table and took their seats.

"Dear God! The state of you, mate. Forgive me for saying so, but… you look… like hell." Drake whispered.

"I can't believe you were summoned here in a state like that?" Adam said, shaking his head.

"And, I can't believe I'm agreeing with you two." Duke Farnsworth muttered. He looked to Luke. "Are you alright, Luke?"

"I am fine, Captain. I was told Milord Sheriff requested my presence, but it was my choice whether to attend. I decided to come." Luke said.

"I'm pouring you some water right now, Luke. You look like you need it." Ancel said as he reached across to the pitcher.

"Cheers, Ancel." Luke said as Ancel passed him the goblet.

The Sheriff went over to the men huddled in the corner.

"Alright. Everyone is present. Prince John, you come with me. Guy and Mordrid, you stay here and keep shielding Nic." he instructed.

Guy and Mordrid nodded, then the Prince walked to the table with the Sheriff.

"Good evening, men." the Sheriff began. "Prince John came to see us, so that is why you were all summoned."

"What's this about?" Duke Farnsworth asked.

"And, why is Mordrid and the Lieutenant still in the corner?" Gerad whispered.

"Something funny is going on." Alex muttered.

"Just listen to what Prince John has to say, men." the Sheriff said.

Robert looked at them, strangely. Something peculiar was amiss, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Thank you, George." Prince John said. Then he looked to the men who were seated at the table. "Earlier this evening, I was patronizing your local tavern. I soon saw someone who looked eerily familiar to me. I was compelled to approach the man and speak to him."

"Oh, great! You must have found the potato bloke we're looking for!" Adam said.

"Wouldn't that be something?" Alex agreed.

"No. The man I spoke to is not a wanted criminal, but, I suspect he is wanted because he has been missed. It took some coaxing, but I convinced him to join me, as I was on my way here to see Milord Sheriff. That is the reason all of you have been summoned." Prince John explained.

The men who were seated cast curious glances at one another, wondering whom the Prince was speaking of. Except for Ancel, who looked to his lap.

"All of you had better take a breath." Nottingham suggested.

"Whomever it is, we are ready, Milord. Is he outside the room?" the Captain asked.

"No." the Sheriff said. He looked to his Lieutenant and Mordrid. "Alright, men. It's time."

Guy and Mordrid nodded then moved away from the chair. Slowly, the man seated became visible to them. Nichol stood from his chair and grabbed his walking stick. He slowly walked toward the table.

"Blood of my blood!" Duke Farnsworth gasped, as he arose from his seat.

"What? This cannot be!" Gerad exclaimed as his face turned white.

"I knew there was something familiar about him." Drake muttered.

"Holy hell!" Adam exclaimed.

Luke smiled as he looked into Nichol's eyes. He wasn't sure, but he had a gut feeling about the man when he spoke to him a sennight ago.

"I'm… obviously not in the know." Robert said to Duke Farnsworth. "Am I supposed to know this man?"

"You wouldn't know him, Robert. He was the Captain before me." Duke Farnsworth whispered.

"But, I thought he was… dead?" Robert asked.

The Sheriff heard him and responded.

"We all thought that, Robert. We thought Locksley got him three years ago." he said.

Nichol stopped beside the Sheriff.

The Sheriff turned to Nichol. "Nic, this is my Advisor, Robert Wordsworth."

Robert stood from his seat as Nichol reached out to shake his hand.

"Hello, Robert. I am Nichol Burgess."

"A pleasure to meet you." Robert said with a nod.

"Captain! What… is this real?" Alex asked.

"None of you are imagining this, men. I am real. I'm alive, as you can see. Not as strong as I once was, but I'm here." Nichol said, as he looked around to the faces of those gathered.

"Take your places, men." the Sheriff said.

The Sheriff sat at one end of the table. Guy was seated on his right, with Robert to the right of him, and Duke Farnsworth was to the left of the Sheriff. Prince John sat at the other end of the table with Nichol seated to his right.

"I… don't understand. Where have you been for three years, Captain?" Gerad asked.

"First of all, I am no longer your Captain. Secondly, the rest is a long story." Nichol said.

"We're all ears, Nic. These are the men you requested to see. Regale us with your story. We're quite intrigued." Nottingham said.

"I've thought about this for years, what I might say should I muster the courage to show myself. Yet, now I don't know where to start." Nichol sighed, shaking his head.

"Start at the beginning, friend." Nottingham said.

"And then, explain who's funeral we gathered at. If that wasn't you in that coffin, who the hell was that, Nic?" Mordrid asked.

"I will get to that, Mordrid." Nichol said.

"This is insanity. We all mourned you! Never mind the rest of us, imagine Milord Sheriff?" Gerad pointed out.

"Indeed. Did you… fake your death?" Alex asked, directly.

"I suppose, in a sense… I did." Nichol said, softly.

"Why, Nic? Gerad is right. We mourned you. Why would you do such a thing? That is completely asinine!" Nottingham exclaimed.

"Look at me, George. This is me — after a long recovery and learning how to use my leg again. What good what I have been to you? I'd barely be of any use to you now." Nichol sighed.

"We shall see about that." Nottingham said, simply.

"But… we saw you, Nic. Hood got you in the groin with one of his cursed arrows. The blood was tremendous. You were white as death. Motionless. It didn't look like you were breathing! How did you go from looking like a corpse… to this?" Mordrid asked, incredulously.

"He does raise a very good point. Most of us here saw your ravaged body." the Sheriff pointed out.

"Indeed!" Guy remarked with a shudder.

"After I was taken away to be prepared for burial, there was a man present where… the bodies were. He said he could see I was breathing. The man turned out to be a medicus. A healer. He started tending to me, then placed me in his carriage and took me to his home and cared for me." Nichol said.

"Who was in the coffin?" Duke Farnsworth asked, curiously.

"Another casualty of that day. He was prepared and shrouded, then placed where I had been laying." Nichol explained.

"So, some unknown fellow is buried in your grave. In the burial ground behind the cathedral. That's rich, Nic." Nottingham sighed.

"I did what I thought was best, friend. I thought… it was better to stay dead. For many months, I felt too miserable to care, frankly."

"I see." he said.

"It was precarious for awhile. There were a few times the medicus didn't think I would make it. It was purulence in the wound that caused the worst of it. That is the reason I walk with a limp." Nichol explained further.

"But, I'm guessing you don't want to stay dead anymore?" the Sheriff asked.

"I suppose not. Since I'm here speaking with all of you, I guess I don't." Nichol said.

"It aggrieves me you waited all of this time. I suppose I can understand why, however." Nottingham sighed.

"I am forever changed, George." Nichol said.

"True, but you're not the only one changed. We mourned you, and three years later you come back from the dead." the Sheriff said with a quirk of his brow.

"I know." Nichol said, softly.

"What changed?" he asked.

"Something your new recruit said to me last week." Nichol said, then he looked to Luke. "You're Luke, right?"

"Yes. A pleasure to formally make your acquaintance." Luke nodded.

"Do you remember speaking to me last Saturday night?"

"Yes." Luke said.

"Can one of you fill me in?" Nottingham asked.

"Sure. I was in the middle of untethering my horse from a tree, when your Knight appeared. His opening line was priceless. He said, "Well, aren't you rather spry — for a crippled man?". That still makes me chuckle." Nichol grinned.

"Yes, I can imagine." Nottingham smirked.

"I was confronting him on his handling of that Rothwell character who harmed Floria. At first, he said he didn't know what I was talking about. Then, he admitted it, saying the man was drunk. Basically, easy to best. I told him he should come with me." Luke said. He pulled the edges of his woollen cloak close about him as he shivered.

"Are you… alright, lad?" Nottingham asked.

"Yes, Milord. Just a little chill. All is well!" Luke smiled.

"Bollocks it is, Luke." he sighed.

"Does… he have something we could catch?" Nichol asked the Sheriff while nodding in Luke's direction.

"Luke has been under the weather the last two days, Nic. He has nothing that is contagious." the Sheriff said.

"Indeed." Luke muttered.

"I see. That is good to know." Nichol nodded.

"I concur." Prince John said.

"So, what was it you said to him, Luke? Nichol hinted earlier that something happened when you spoke to him that made him consider coming here. Apparently, something you said?" the Sheriff asked.

"Really?" Luke asked Nichol.

"Indeed, Luke." Nichol nodded. He looked to the Sheriff. "He is extraordinarily perceptive, George. What he said… it kind of gave me chills."

"Now, you have my interest piqued." he said, as his eyebrow shot north.

"He said, and I quote: "If you're… who I think you are, you should come with me. It would behoove you to do so.". It still surprises me." Nichol said, with a shake of his head.

Guy and Duke Farnsworth let out an imperceptible gasp, stunned that Luke had said that.

The Sheriff's eyes widened, astonished that Luke would make the connection. Luke — who had never known the man!

"Seriously? You'd never met Nic. Did you suspect his true identity, mate?" Drake asked his comrade.

"I… did. I don't know why. It was a… gut feeling." Luke said as he sipped of the water from his goblet.

"It was then, I asked Luke directly if he was a Black Knight. He didn't answer. I told him if he was I had committed no crime, that I stopped a rapist and there was no crime in that. And then, he said something else that changed everything for me." Nichol hinted.

"What was that?" Nottingham asked.

"He said to me, "He still speaks of you.". It's remarkable." Nichol said, then he looked to Luke. "We have never met before that night. Within moments of speaking to me, you had me all figured out. Even Drake, who knew me quite well, didn't catch on, even though we spoke the night previous." Nichol said, shaking his head.

"In fairness, Nic, you kept your head low, the hood of your cloak pulled up over your head, and you disguised your voice. One glance into your eyes the brief moment you showed them to me, I knew I'd seen those eyes before, but I couldn't put my finger on it." Drake said.

"He did report that to me when the men came to see me afterward on that Friday night." the Sheriff added.

"That is true, Drake. I did take measures to conceal my identity from you. But, I am still rather stunned that Luke figured me out, within a matter of moments." Nichol said. He looked to the Sheriff. "His loyalty to you was palpable."

"You don't need to remind him of that, Nic. Luke is… the favourite." Mordrid smirked.

"Mordrid, for God's sake!" Luke huffed.

The Sheriff gave Nichol a knowing look as if to say, 'It's true. He is my favourite.'

Nichol quirked his brow and grinned at him. He knew exactly what his friend was telling him just by the Sheriff's expression.

The Sheriff cleared his throat, then looked to his best Knight.

"That night, when I found you and Floria here in the Council Quarters, after you two had explained the events of that evening; Floria said she had seen the man who saved her, and that you went over to talk to him. But then, you told me you lost sight of him?"

"Yes, Milord. I did say that." Luke admitted.

"You have always been vigorously honest with me from the day I met you. But, it seems that was your first lie. Why did you lie to me about that, Luke?" the Sheriff asked.

"Because, I was second guessing myself about my assumption of his identity. I knew that your former Captain was killed. It came up when we all met with Prince John the day before." Luke said. He looked to the Prince. "You recall that, Your Highness?"

"Indeed, I do. Nichol's name did come up at the meeting. I believe it was explained to some of you who'd never met him who he was, and what happened to him." Prince John said.

"It seemed strange that I was suspecting a dead man was truly alive. And, even if I was correct in my thinking, I felt strongly that it wasn't my place to say anything. He was going to great lengths to conceal his true identity. Told me he was "No one" as we parted ways. He didn't want to be known. My plan was to make the same suggestion if I saw him again, but I didn't see him again." a beat. "Forgive me, Milord Sheriff. Yes. I did lie to you." Luke said softly, with another shiver.

"Understood, Luke. I'll accept that." Nottingham said.

"I swear there's nothing Luke could do that would cause his ire." Adam said quietly to Drake and Mordrid.

"I heard that, Adam." Nottingham sighed.

Nichol looked to his lap and concealed a chuckle.

"And, now that you're here, and you've explained everything to us, what is your plan now, Nichol? We… have a new Captain now." Luke asked.

"Yes. I can see that." Nichol nodded. He looked to Duke Farnsworth. "I'm assuming you're the Captain now, Christian — considering you're seated to the left of His Lordship, where the Captain is always seated?"

"Yes, Nic. That is correct." Duke Farnsworth nodded.

"Luke raised a valid question, Nic. What are your plans now?" Nottingham asked.

"Plans? I have no plans. I'll be heading back to the rooming house tonight — "

"You will go to no such place, Nic. Your rooms have remained as you left them. They've never been touched, except to be cleaned. I will not let you go to a seedy rooming house." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"You can't be serious? You kept my quarters as they were? Like… some kind of a shrine?"

"I couldn't bring myself to… empty out those rooms." he sighed.

"I don't mean to intru — "

"For the love of Zeus, Nic! We were friends since we were young lads. You could never intrude!"

"Well, alright. I will accept your offer, for tonight." Nichol nodded.

"What are you doing for income?" the Sheriff asked, pointedly.

"Nothing steady." Nichol shrugged. "I get by."

"Well, that is truly a ridiculous waste of your talent. I think you should consider… taking on the role as my second Advisor. You could also help with training the men. You were my best archer, Nic. We're getting some crossbows for my archers — Mordrid, Luke, and Ancel, and Nigel, as well, when he returns from his assignment; but, none of them have a ton of experience with the weapon." Nottingham suggested.

"I'm pleased to hear you took my advice about the crossbows, George." Prince John smiled.

"Indeed." he nodded.

"I appreciate the offer, my friend. I shall think on it." Nichol said.

"I don't know why you would need to think about it at all, personally. You need us, Nic. And, we need you." the Sheriff said.

"Stay, Nic. He's right. We do need you." Guy said.

"I promise I won't be difficult to work alongside with as your fellow Advisor." Robert smiled.

"We really could use your help with the crossbows, Nic." Mordrid added.

"Indeed." Luke agreed.

"I would concur." Ancel nodded.

"Seize the opportunity, Nic." Duke Farnsworth said.

"I greatly appreciate the confidence you all have in me. This leg of mine can really tire me out. I'm not nearly as fit and strong as you once knew me to be." Nichol admitted.

"You will be well looked after, friend. You don't need to put in the same number of working hours as you did in the past. We can see you're different now. We will make adjustments." the Sheriff assured him.

"Very well. I will give serious thought to everything you've said. I will inform you of my decision on the morrow."

"Stay, Nic. You would only be an asset, just as you were before." Gerad added.

"Indeed." Drake agreed.

"I will consider… everything." Nichol said.

"You must stay, at least for a few days, Nic. There's quite an… auspicious occasion taking place in two days hence." Mordrid hinted.

"There is? What would that be?" Nichol asked.

"How… have you not heard? Unless you were stuck in a cave, or something?" Alex asked.

"Last week was the first I'd ventured out in public in a very long time." Nichol said.

"Are you going to tell him, Cousin?" Guy asked the Sheriff.

The Sheriff sighed, softly.

"What are they referring to, George?" Nichol asked, curiously.

"My forthcoming nuptials, Nic." the Sheriff said, simply.

Nichol stared at him a moment, slowly shaking his head. Then a grin formed, and then, he couldn't conceal a chuckle.

"Ha, ha, ha! You cannot be serious, friend? You? Of all people in the land — are getting… married? Now, that's a good one. Maybe you do need me? — To talk some bloody sense into you!" Nichol laughed.

Everyone present fell quiet and stared at him. Nichol regained his composure when he noticed everyone becoming serious.

"George? This can't be right!." a beat. "Blink twice if you're in trouble." Nichol said, quite seriously.

Nottingham shook his head with a frown as he looked into Nichol's eyes.

"With all due respect, Nichol, it's not a laughing matter. He is marrying one… Lady Rhiannon Wordsworth. My sister." Robert announced.

"They are perfectly matched, Nic." Guy added.

The Sheriff sighed as he looked into Nichol's eyes.

"Oh, my God! It's true, isn't it, George?" Nichol asked.

"Yes. It's been planned for some time." the Sheriff said.

"Well, I think I might be more stunned by this news than you might have been when you first saw me earlier." Nichol muttered.

"Highly doubtful." he said.

"You've never been the marrying kind. You weren't even the courting kind!" Nichol scoffed.

"That was true… when you knew me, but a lot has changed since the day we thought you were murdered. I met my lady a little over a year ago. Guy is right. She is my perfect match." Nottingham said.

"You… love her." Nichol remarked as he swallowed, dryly.

"I truly hope so." Robert sighed.

"Indeed, Nic." he said.

"Well, it seems we have both been surprised this evening, friend. When can I meet this lady love of yours? She must be an extraordinary woman to have you commit to her — in a permanent way."

"She is. You can meet her shortly. That can be easily arranged. As far as I know, she's in the private chambers." Nottingham said.

"What? Already?" Nichol chortled.

"A lot has happened in your absence, Nic. You have no idea." he sighed.

"Be careful with what you're insinuating. She is my sister, and she is a noblewoman. They are completely devoted to one another." Robert said, firmly.

"She is a fine lady." Luke added, softly.

"Indeed, Luke." Guy smiled.

"They are correct." the Sheriff said, unblinking.

"Then… forgive me for making light of it, George." Nichol said.

"Of course. It's understandable you would react that way. That's precisely how I used to be. But, you've been playing dead for three years. A great many things have happened since then. I would need a sennight to catch you up. Just believe me when I say that I'm very serious about my Lady Rhiannon. I would die to protect her." the Sheriff said, softly.

Nichol stared at him a moment, quite astonished.

"Understood, friend. That last comment tells me everything I need to know." Nichol nodded.

"I'd like you to be there." he said.

"Of course, George. I will be pleased to attend." Nichol agreed.

"Splendid! He's staying!" Alex exclaimed.

"At least until the wedding. I'm… still deciding about the rest." Nichol said.

"Well, men. This has been rather productive to say the least. There's still a few things we need to discuss with Prince John. Most of you are fully aware what I'm referring to." the Sheriff began.

"Indeed." Duke Farnsworth nodded.

"Yes. We should do that now, Cousin." Guy said.

"I'm glad most of you know what he's referring to, because I surely do not." Prince John said.

"I suggest we reconvene in the Dining Hall." the Sheriff said.

"Very well. Is that when you're going to tell me what this is about, George?" the Prince asked.

"Yes." he nodded.

"Sounds good to me. Unless, this is something private. Perhaps I should sit this one out?" Nichol said.

"No. You are welcome, Nic. I'd be interested to hear your opinion about my proposal." Nottingham said.

"Hmm. Sounds a bit serious?" Nichol asked.

"Yes. Doesn't it?" the Prince agreed. Then he looked across the table to the Sheriff. "Am I going to like this, George?"

"I believe so. There's a lot of benefits to it." he nodded.

"Good. Let us dine then. I'm starving." the Prince smiled.

"Indeed. All of you head to the Dining Hall. I'd like a word with Luke before we join you."

Luke looked to the Sheriff, curiously. He wondered if the Sheriff was angry that he lied to him a week prior about seeing Nichol.

All of them got up from their chairs and made their way out of the door of the meeting chamber. Nichol stayed back a moment to speak with Luke.

The Sheriff was at the door seeing the men out. Luke stayed seated at the table, as Nichol moved toward him.

"I'm interested in getting better acquainted with you, Luke." Nichol said, softly.

"Really? Why?" Luke asked, curiously.

"Because it's clear as day that my friend has taken a shine to you. You must be quite special. He doesn't… generally do that."

"I'm not special, Nichol. I'm just boring Luke Langdon of Bretlinton in the County of York." Luke shrugged.

At this point the Sheriff had moved in closer to them. He heard everything that Luke just said, but he stood still a moment, observing.

"I would wager you're being modest about yourself. You don't understand. He doesn't generally care that much about any of his men — "

"You see, that's where you're wrong. He does care. He takes interest in all of us. Yes, I've heard he wasn't too pleasant back then. That is difficult for me to comprehend. He has shown kindness to me since the day I met him. He spent most of his time these last two days at my sickbed, seeing to my needs. You might think you know him, but clearly, the man you think you know is not the man I know." Luke said.

"I see." Nichol said softly, astonished by what Luke just said.

"I disagree. I don't think you do. But, if you choose to stick around, you will see." Luke added.

Nottingham cleared his throat and approached them.

"Milord Sheriff? What is it you wished to see me about? Is this… regarding the lie I told you a sennight ago?" Luke asked.

"No, lad. There's nothing more to be said about that. I understand why you did. I might not have believed you, anyway, if you told me your thoughts on his true identity." he said.

"Oh. Very well. Then… what can I do for you, Milord?"

"You see, Nic? The lad clearly looks like death warmed over, yet he's still showing alacrity, and a willingness to be of service." the Sheriff pointed out.

"Indeed. It's remarkable." Nichol agreed.

"Honestly, it's really not." Luke sighed. "What can I do for you, Milord Sheriff?"

"You can tell me how you really feel, Luke. You look quite unwell."

"I feel alright, Milord." Luke shrugged.

"If you prefer to return to your chambers, I will personally escort you there myself."

Nichol was stunned to witness the mutual respect his friend shared with the new recruit. He grinned and looked to the floor.

"I'm… rather interested to hear what the Prince will say about your proposal, Milord." Luke said.

"Very well. But, you should return to your bed soon afterward. Thomas says he may need to bleed you again on the morrow." Nottingham said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Again? No!"

"Hate to tell you, lad, but you were bled several hours ago. While you were sleeping." Nottingham announced.

"What?" Luke asked, astonished.

"You sure you shouldn't be in your bed, Luke?" Nichol asked.

"Yes. It's boring in there. I'd prefer to be included in the next part of our meeting."

"Very well. Come, Luke. We shall all head there together." the Sheriff said.

A short time later they entered into the Dining Hall. Drake, Adam, Mordrid and Ancel arrived swiftly to see their comrade to the table. After they left them, Nichol seized the moment to speak.

"When do I get to meet your lady, George? Why not invite her to join us? You could send her on her way after we dine, and then we could proceed with whatever it is you're pitching to Prince John." Nichol suggested.

"No. It wouldn't work." Nottingham said.

"Why wouldn't it?"

"Out of respect to her, I wouldn't invite her to join us. Even with myself and Robert here, she would feel uncomfortable being surrounded in a roomful of men. And, there's someone present she isn't particularly fond of, so, there's that." Nottingham sighed.

"Can't imagine whom that would be?" Nichol shrugged.

"Look at them, Nic." the Sheriff nodded to the men seated at the table some thirty feet away. "Of all of those gathered, try and guess who the importunate one is."

"Hmm. I'm guessing… the Prince."

"You catch on fast, friend." the Sheriff said with a knowing glance.

"Yes. I'd forgotten how much of a womanizer he was — until I saw him in action at the tavern. I suppose I can understand why some ladies would be put off by him." Nichol said, softly.

"Indeed. I'd rather introduce you to her when it's just us."

"Understood." Nichol nodded. "I can't believe you're getting married."

"I would have agreed with that — before I met her. And, I can't believe you're alive." he said.

"Touché." Nichol smirked.

Rhiannon was bored waiting for her betrothed in the private chambers, so she grabbed her cape, deciding on whether to go out on the balcony, or take a walk in the gardens. She was still deciding as she made her way down the corridor of the second floor, when she looked up and saw Meridwyn and Isabelle coming toward her.

"Where are you headed, Rhi?" Meridwyn asked.

"Nowhere really. I haven't even decided yet. I'm just… bored at the moment."

"I understand. I thought Guy would have returned by now."

"He's with George. I saw them together not long ago. Not quite an hour. They were with a couple of the men, and Prince John — of all people. Just outside the Council Quarters." Rhiannon said.

"And, Robert was summoned, too. He's been gone about half an hour or so." Isabelle said.

"I don't know what's going on, but perhaps the Prince needed to meet with them? When they headed back into the meeting room, I came back up the stairs." Rhiannon explained.

"How strange that the Prince would come by so late in the day." Meridwyn said.

"Indeed. And, there was another man I'd never seen before. I don't know who the man is, but I can tell you I'd never seen George react like that when he saw him." Rhiannon hinted.

"How did he react?" Meridwyn asked.

"Quite strange. He went as white as the driven snow, and he appeared to be trembling. Then he and the stranger embraced. Come to think of it, Sir Guy and one of the other men were rather pale looking, too." Rhiannon said with a quirk of her brow.

"Oh my!" Isabelle exclaimed.

"That is very odd, Rhiannon. Quite strange, indeed. Can you describe the man?" Meridwyn asked.

"He was at least as tall as George. Looked like he has dark chestnut coloured hair, perhaps with bits of grey. Quite handsome from what I could see. He walked with a limp and was using a walking stick."

"I can't think of whom that could be." Meridwyn said, shaking her head. "Well, it sounds like our men are all involved in a meeting of some sort. Have you ladies eaten?"

"No, I was planning to wait for George, but I might be waiting awhile." Rhiannon sighed.

"I haven't either, but… food hasn't been a top priority for me lately." Isabelle said.

"Why is that?" Rhiannon asked.

"I'm not sure. Just a… slight decrease in appetite." Isabelle muttered. It was difficult for her to think of food when she was experiencing occasional bouts of queasiness. She didn't wish to expound on those details, however.

"Why don't we go to the Dining Hall and grab something light? Then we could go out into the gardens, or something. It sounds like our men are busy in the Council Quarters for a time." Meridwyn suggested.

"Sounds fine with me." Rhiannon nodded.

"I agree. Perhaps our men will be finished with the Prince by the time we leave there?" Isabelle said.

The men were seated around a large table, enjoying various spirits, and partaking of the various dishes that Jean Louis personally delivered to them along with a few servants.

"It's good to see Jean Louis hasn't lost his touch." Nichol said.

"Indeed. He's quite skilled in the kitchen." the Sheriff said as he took a bite of roasted pheasant.

"How is your wine, Your Highness?" the Captain asked.

"It's quite good, Christian. A shame no one else is having some of it." Prince John smiled as he took a sip of it.

"It's all yours, Your Highness. We keep it on hand just for you." the Sheriff grinned.

"Thank you, George. That's very thoughtful." the Prince smiled.

Nichol gave the Sheriff a knowing smirk.

"There's only one thing strange about this." Gerad said.

"What is that, Gerad?" Nottingham asked.

"Well, our friend here." Gerad said as he nodded to Luke.

"What's up with that, Luke?" Alex asked.

"I had some broth shortly before I was summoned here." Luke shrugged as he took a drink of water from his goblet.

"You're not even drinking with us. Are you… quite yourself, Luke?" Gerad asked.

"Not… quite. But, I will be." Luke said.

"At least try some fruit, mate. Surely you could manage a few grapes, or something, couldn't you?" Adam asked.

"Indeed." Drake muttered.

"Very well. I could… try that." Luke shrugged.

Mordrid passed the fruit platter to Luke from across the table, then Luke took some grapes from it and placed them on his empty plate.

Just then, the door opened and the ladies stepped inside, looking at the scene across the room with bewildered looks upon their faces. None of the men noticed this, except for Nichol.

Nichol couldn't help but stare. He couldn't decide which of them was more comely: the fiery red haired lady in the emerald green gown on the left, the dark haired beauty in the centre who was wearing a navy tartan gown, or the lovely blonde on the right dressed in a pale blue gown.

"That's him, ladies." Rhiannon said, softly.

"Whom?" Isabelle asked.

"The only one who is looking at us. He's the one whom George embraced." Rhiannon whispered.

"I have no idea who that is. I'd suggest a fast exit, but it looks like he's talking to your betrothed now, Rhi." Meridwyn sighed.

"Curses!" Rhiannon muttered.

"Uh… George? Who are the lovely trio of ladies who just entered the room? They… don't appear to be servants. That looks more like a buffet of beautiful to me." Nichol said as he nodded in their direction.

The Sheriff looked toward the door and sighed.

"Reel in that tongue of yours, Nic. Those ladies are all spoken for." he said.

"Oh, boy. Our wives have arrived, Sir Guy." Robert said.

"Wives? What? You're married, Gis?" Nichol asked, quite astonished by the news.

"Yes. For two months now. And, more news — we're expecting a child, too." Guy said.

"What the hell happened to the water supply around here? You're married, and George is about to be married. I never would have believed this in a million years!" Nichol exclaimed.

"We've commented the same amongst ourselves, but they are both suited to us. They're both good women." Guy said with a smile.

"Indeed. They certainly are, Gis." Nottingham said. He turned to Nichol. "Stick around, Nic. I promise, the surprises will just get better." he grinned.

"Well, I cant imagine how?" he said with his green eyes narrowed, while shaking his head. He sighed then looked to Robert. "And, one of them is your wife, Robert?" Nichol asked.

"Yes. The blonde haired lady on the right." Robert smiled.

"We had better go see to them, men." the Sheriff said as he stood from the table. Then, he looked to Nichol. "I might summon you in a moment, Nic. It depends on our ladies. Give us a moment."

"Of course." Nichol nodded.

Guy and Robert stood from their seats, and the three men walked to the door to greet their ladies.

"Forgive me, George. I thought you were meeting in the Council Quarters." Rhiannon said.

"Why would you think that?" he asked.

"Because I saw you with a couple of your men and Sir Guy, meeting with the Prince not long ago. I was coming down the stairs, then I headed back up." she explained.

"I see. It's quite alright, my lady." he said as he took her hand and kissed it.

"We're still having a meeting. We moved it here." Guy said.

"We knew you were all busy. We came here to dine, but — " Meridwyn was interrupted.

"We didn't mean to intrude." Isabelle added.

"We shall gather in the private chambers and have some trays sent there." Rhiannon said.

"We haven't actually got to the important points with the Prince yet. Why don't you ladies join us?" Nottingham suggested.

"I don't know." Rhiannon parried.

"I don't think any of us wish to be surrounded by a bunch of blokes, if you'll pardon me for saying so." Meridwyn said.

"Yes, even though you three are present, it's a little strange." Isabelle nodded.

"That's quite alright, dearest." Robert said as he kissed her hand.

"Indeed. Particularly with… him present." Rhiannon sighed.

"The Prince, you mean." the Sheriff said.

Rhiannon nodded.

"Maybe we should bring him over to meet our ladies, George?" Guy asked.

"Sir Guy, if you're referring to the Prince, you can forget it. We'll pass." Rhiannon said, firmly.

The Sheriff looked down for a moment, concealing a chuckle. Then, he straightened his expression and looked up at her.

"No, my lady. He's not talking about Prince John. There is someone we'd like you to meet. We'll keep it brief, then you ladies can be on your way." he said.

"I'm fine with that, my love — as long as the Prince doesn't get the idea to come and greet us." Rhiannon said.

"Understood." he nodded. He looked to Guy and Robert. "You two take the ladies outside the room. I'll go and get him."

The men nodded and ushered the ladies out of the room.

The Sheriff went back to the table.

"What's going on, George? Will the ladies be joining us?" Prince John asked.

"No, Your Highness. But, I am going to borrow Nic for a moment. We will return in a few moments." he said.

"Very well." Prince John said as he sipped of his wine.

Nichol grabbed his walking stick as he stood from the table. Together the two men walked toward the door.

Moments later, the ladies were staring at the handsome man who accompanied the Sheriff.

"Ladies, I would like to introduce you to a respected ally and friend. This is Nichol Burgess." Nottingham smiled."

"Good evening, ladies." Nichol nodded.

Meridwyn extended her hand toward him.

"Good evening, Sir. I am Lady Meridwyn Gisborne. I am Guy's wife." she said.

"A pleasure, my lady." Nichol smiled, as he took her hand and kissed it.

"Nichol, this is my wife, Lady Isabelle Wordsworth." Robert said as he nodded to his wife.

"I am charmed, my lady." Nichol said as he kissed her hand.

"How do you do? It's nice to meet you, Sir." Isabelle smiled.

Next, Nichol looked to Rhiannon. He was opening his mouth to speak, but was quickly interrupted before he could get a word out.

"Wait a moment. George? Did you say this man is… Nichol Burgess?" Rhiannon asked her betrothed.

"Yes, my lady." the Sheriff said.

"That's me." Nichol said, dryly.

"Isn't that the name of your former Captain? The dead one?"

"Rhiannon!" he huffed.

"This is your former Captain, isn't he?" she asked, nodding to Nichol.

"Rhi, for God's sake! What has gotten into you?" Meridwyn admonished.

"My lady? My Lady Rhiannon?" Nichol spoke, trying to divert her attention.

"I don't care how proper it is to be addressed as such, but there's only one man who is permitted to address me as "My Lady", and that would be the one standing next to you — whom you betrayed." Rhiannon said, flatly.

"My, she's a feisty one, George. Congrats!" Nichol chuckled.

"How dare you!" Rhiannon exclaimed.

"Uh… Rhiannon? You might want to tone it down. Calm down!" Robert admonished.

Nottingham shook his head and sighed with his palm to his forehead.

"Husband? What the… hell is she talking about?" Meridwyn asked Guy.

"Not now, my lady." Guy whispered.

Rhiannon was unfazed as she continued.

"You had these men believing you were dead for three years. Then you come strolling in here, acting like it's perfectly normal. Like everything is back to norm — "

"That's enough, Rhiannon!" Nottingham scorned.

"A moment, George. Let me finish." she said, then she looked to Nichol again. "You had my betrothed so affected by your supposed death, that he couldn't even speak a word about you to me until very recently. We share everything, make no mistake. How dare you do this to him!" Rhiannon huffed.

Nichol was stunned, and gathered his thoughts for a moment or two before responding.

"I have explained everything to him, and to Sir Gisborne, Milady. They have accepted my explanation as to the hows and whys of how this unusual situation came to be. Since your betrothed accepts it, perhaps you could try to support that?" Nichol suggested.

"Right. We shall see. Very well." Rhiannon nodded.

"This is the most fascinating of introductions I've ever experienced, George." Nichol quipped.

"Indeed." Nottingham seethed.

"Right. Perhaps we should go back inside?" Guy suggested.

"Indeed. Might be a good idea, before this escalates." Robert sighed.

"Agreed. You men go on ahead. I'll join you shortly." the Sheriff said as he stared into Rhiannon's eyes, his jaw set in anger.

The men nodded and headed back inside.

"Rhi? We'll wait for you by the staircase." Meridwyn said.

The two ladies then took leave of them.

"Rhiannon… what the hell was that about?" Nottingham asked, sternly.

"Exactly what I stated. He made you think he met a violent end. You mourned him. That is cruel." Rhiannon said.

"He nearly did meet a violent end. He explained all of it. A medicus saved him. He is not the same since the injury. A simple "How do you do" was all that was required, Rhiannon. Instead you had to launch into that ludicrous diatribe."

"Because, it angered me he was cozied up to you as if life should resume as if nothing happened. I could swear I saw his headstone when we buried Sela. For God's sake, there was a funeral for him!"

"There was. And, as I've told you, as well as he, all of that was explained. To not just me, but everyone you saw in the Dining Hall. He came clean with all of us. That was unacceptable, Rhiannon." he admonished.

"I couldn't stay silent." Rhiannon said.

"Yes, you made that very clear. I expect you to be cordial the next time you see him."

"If that is your wish." Rhiannon sighed.

"Indeed. You best not keep the ladies waiting."

"George?"

"I'll see you later." he huffed. Then he turned and went back inside the Dining Hall.

Close to an hour later, the Sheriff had finished presenting his proposal to Prince John regarding starting a City Watch, and implementing espials for the good of improving the rise of lawlessness in Nottingham. The Prince took a generous swallow of his wine as he considered it.

"You've given this matter a lot of thought, my friend." Prince John said.

"Indeed, Your Highness. I ran it by my top men first, almost a sennight ago." he said.

"We believe this would be of great benefit." Guy said as he sipped of his mead.

"I see. You say it's been discovered there is a resistance forming?" the Prince asked once more, for clarification.

"That is true, Your Highness." Duke Farnsworth added. "This was discovered early in the week as we were searching for the escaped prisoner."

"The Captain is correct." Nottingham said.

"Have you anyone in mind for these tasks?" the Prince asked.

"I have one in mind as an espial, and a couple of my men made a suggestion for another to be a part of the City Watch. It's early stages yet. Of course, there would be a vetting process, and proper training would be given to those considered for the City Watch." the Sheriff said.

"I see. Well, it sounds like it would definitely improve the state of things around here. The plan is meant for the town of Nottingham, for now?" Prince John asked.

"Yes. Depending on how that goes, we could consider it for other areas in the shire, particularly those with higher rates of crime." the Sheriff said.

"Hmm. I like it, George. Your idea has been well thought out. I agree. I think it would serve us both well, and I'm sure my brother would concur. Any measure to improve lawlessness before it starts is a good starting point, and I think what you're proposing is a solid plan." Prince John said.

"I appreciate your confidence in the initiative, Your Highness." the Sheriff nodded.

"I'm going to go out on a limb and say that I'm confident the King will agree to support funding for this. So, I shall provide funds to get you started as I send an emissary to take a missive to him in London. I'd be shocked if he shut the idea down. I will emphasize to him the matter of importance in the message I send to him."

"Thank you, Your Highness." he said.

"Of course, my friend. I agree wholeheartedly that your plans hold merit." Prince John said.

"Too bad we didn't think of this when Hood was running amuck and controlling the shire." Nichol said, shaking his head with a frown.

"Indeed." Guy agreed.

"True, except at the time, he was like a bloody cult leader around here. He had so many people brainwashed I doubt the plan would have been successful. Just about anyone we would have approached for either role, I can guarantee — they would have double crossed us." the Sheriff pointed out.

"And, you have worked hard to improve relations with the public since, Milord. It took a long time, but now, many of those who once doubted you have come to trust you." Duke Farnsworth pointed out.

"I suppose." the Sheriff said as he took a sip of his brandy.

"He's right, Cousin. We have a much better shot at making this work now." Guy said.

"I would agree. During that time, the few times I visited this county, all I ever heard were complaints. Now, I don't hear much of anything at all. There is a sense that people are generally more settled and confident in you, George." Prince John added.

"That is… good to hear, Your Highness." he said.

Nichol sat quietly, taking a few swallows of ale from his mug, rather surprised by the comments he was hearing. It seemed a great many changes had occurred since he was Captain of the Black Knights.

"This is a good plan, and the right time to implement it. I fully support this." Prince John smiled.

"I appreciate that, Your Highness." the Sheriff nodded.

Soon afterward, the men dispersed. The Sheriff and Guy saw the Prince to his carriage where the driver, Bardolph, was waiting. Luke was escorted to his chambers by Ancel and Mordrid. Then, the Sheriff walked Nichol to his former chambers. They spoke a few moments, reflecting on the events of the evening, and the meeting with the Prince, then they bid each other a good night.

Finally, the Sheriff was entering his private chambers. He unbuttoned then removed his doublet, casting it on a chair. Then he poured a small measure of brandy and sat in a chair by the fireplace in the den. He stared into the flames as he sipped of the brandy, thinking of all that had been accomplished, and the surprises he had encountered. First, the shocking news that his friend had not died after all. That would take awhile to get used to. But, he was also surprised by Rhiannon's behaviour when she was introduced to him. He sighed, picked up the goblet, then entered into the bedchamber.

She was reclined upon the bed, wearing her velvet dressing gown. It was clear she had just taken a bath as her hair was wet. She was covered by a blanket, with her book laying on her lap, yet her eyes were closed. He walked toward the bed and stood before her. He reached down to her and touched her shoulder. She opened her eyes and looked up into his.

"Oh." she said. "I didn't hear you come in."

"No, because it appeared you were sleeping." he said.

Rhiannon sat up from the bed.

"I'm sorry about… earlier. I will apologize to your friend." she said, then looked to the floor.

"I understand what you were trying to do, but you overstepped again, Rhiannon. You could have saved what was on your mind for another time when it was just the three of us." he sighed.

"I was compelled to say what I did. I don't know why. Perhaps it was the result of the French wine I indulged in at Madam Oberon's earlier. I'm not sure why, but I'm sorry I… displeased you." she said.

"The last thing I want to do is quarrel with you now. We're getting married in less than two days." the Sheriff sighed.

"Of course. I agree."

"You can speak your mind all you need to you when it's just the two of us, Rhiannon. You are my equal when it's just us. It presents a problem when others are present, however." he reminded her.

"I know. I was out of line." she said, softly.

"Indeed. You still feeling the effects of that wine?"

"Yes. I had a little too much. It's been… a trying week." she muttered.

"Yes. I suppose it has."

"I nearly lost you." she whispered.

"My lady." he said softly, as he reached out and caressed her cheek. "It's behind us now. I'm still here."

"And, I'm thankful for that." she said as she closed her eyes and held his hand to her face. It was then the dressing gown slipped over one of her shoulders.

"Are you wearing anything under that?" he whispered.

"No. I was… quite warm after the hot bath I took." she said.

"It astounds me how you can anger me, and set my body on fire for you all at once." he whispered, as he reached down and unfastened the sash that had held the dressing gown closed. Then he removed the dressing gown from her.

"I don't mind your anger from time to time. Sometimes I find it… arousing. Like… I'm toying with danger." she whispered as she quickly unfastened and removed his breeches.

Then she pulled him toward her as she sat on the bed facing him, wrapping her lips around him and taking all of him into her mouth.

He held her head and threw his head back, moaning with pleasure as she fervently began to please him. She stayed like that a few moments, sitting naked on the bed as she moved her mouth back and forth, and wrapped her tongue around him, until he felt ready to explode. She withdrew from him then turned her back to him leaning over the bed, spreading her legs for him.

He was pleased to see she was ready for him and guided himself into her, then began to thrust inside of her.

She was on fire for him, too, and began to moan with pleasure.

"Give it to me, sugar. You feel so good inside of me." she whispered. Give me a child, my love.

"You drive me to madness, Lady." he moaned.

They continued like this for a time, their bodies slamming into each other and sweat beading on their skin, until they were spent and shuddering from a mutual state of bliss.

Afterward, he was holding her next to him in bed. It was then he decided he would defer speaking about the situation with Gilda. He couldn't bring himself to interrupt this perfect moment with his lady to tell her about a situation that may distress her. There was nothing to be distressed about if he didn't make any decisions until he could find a better moment to tell Rhiannon about it.

"We're going to have to find a way to put our desire on hold, my lady. Otherwise, I'll have nothing to give you on our wedding night." he smiled as he kissed the top of her head.

"We're probably going to be too tired that night anyway, sugar." she said.

"Will we? How is that?"

"Well, it will be a long day, no doubt. We're also going to be dancing. At least for a little while. We still need another practice run." she said, softly.

"Right. I'd forgotten about that. Now, you've reminded me of the other reason you… annoyed me today." he sighed.

"That was then. Are you still annoyed?"

"No, my lady. Of course not. How could I be? You always know exactly… how to handle me." he smirked.

"And, so do you with me. But, you don't need to be so gentle, lover. I like it when you get rough." she whispered.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes. It's kind of… erotic." she smirked.

"Like what, pulling your hair? Being forceful? Kissing you hard?" he whispered.

"All of those things. And, giving it to me… hard." she whispered into his ear as she reached down and took him in her hand, beginning to massage him.

"You naughty little harlot." he whispered as he kissed her hungrily, tasting her tongue with his. He ran his hand over her body, then found the warm, moist spot between her legs and began to touch her, placing his fingers inside of her.

"If it pleases you, I'll be your harlot." she whispered.

She increased the pressure as she continued to stroke him. He was hard as steel for her again.

"You're insatiable, and I'm ready for it." he whispered as he continued to kiss her hard and please her.

"Give it to me, lover. You're making me mad with lust." she insisted as she opened herself to him.

He climbed on top of her and thrust into her once more. She brought her legs up around him and pulled him into her.

"You are always ready for me, Rhiannon." he growled.

"Because you make me that way." she moaned.

They continued for several minutes. At the end of it, he was beginning to wonder if it might be better if he told Gilda to go back home to Castleton, rather than entertain the idea of adding too much drama to his life, which would probably ensue if he didn't. Or, would it? As long as she had committed no crimes, could he really just throw her out of town, now that she supposedly had inherited an estate here? A part of him hoped that last testament was a fraud.

"You're so quiet now, my love. Did I wear you out?" Rhiannon asked.

"No, my lady. But, I might have been nodding off." he lied.

"Of course. It's been a long day." she whispered as she nestled into him.

"Since you showed up into my life, the days aren't long enough, my angel." he whispered.

She smiled and fell asleep next to him.

Thomas was surprised to see a young maiden standing at Luke's door when he opened it. He was just about to head back to his rooms for a few hours since Luke had been well enough to go to a meeting, and seemed to be faring better now.

"Oh, good evening, Sir. You must be the medicus." Floria said.

"I am, indeed. And, whom might you be, Miss?"

"I'm… Eva." she lied, using her deceased mother's name. "I'm a servant. The Sheriff sent me to see if Officer Luke needed anything. Like, extra blankets, some food brought to him, or water. He hasn't been feeling well of late."

"He hasn't; but, he's a bit better now. Very well, Miss. He is awake. I'll leave you to it. I'm heading to my chambers and will return in two hours to check in on him." Thomas said.

"That's good to know in case he needs you. Thank you, Sir." she nodded.

Thomas left the chambers, and Floria went to the doors of the bedchamber. She took in a breath then knocked.

"You may enter." Luke called out.

He was surprised when he saw her walk through the doors. He smiled.

"Floria. You're back. How did you manage that, my dear?"

"I told your medicus I was a servant and that the Sheriff sent me to see if you needed anything." Floria smiled as she took her place on the chair beside the bed.

"Clever! I'm glad you're here." he said as he took her hand and kissed it.

"I am, too. I've been worried about you, Luke." she said.

"I seem to be faring better. The Sheriff invited me to a meeting not long ago — only if I felt well enough to attend. I went there. It turned out to be a few hours long, and, as you can see — I survived." he said.

"I'm so pleased to hear that, Luke! You do look better than last evening. Still a bit pale, but better." she smiled.

"Indeed." he said.

"Do you need anything? Blankets? How about a tray? Water?"

"No, Floria. I ate… broth and grapes. I have water here and plenty of blankets. I have all I need — now that you're here." he grinned.

"Oh, Luke." she smiled as she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"I'm glad you're here, but a lady shouldn't be wandering the castle so late at night." Luke said.

"When I see a lady, I'll let her know." Floria said, softly.

"You're just as much a lady as any lady I know."

"That's kind of you to say."

"Not trying to be kind. It's a fact." Luke smiled.

"And, I don't know why it would be a problem for a lady to be wandering the castle. There's guards everywhere, Luke." Floria reminded him.

"Indeed, but not everyone has the best intentions, and one look at you — they might get nefarious ideas."

"Do I look like a consort, Luke?" she asked.

"No, my dear. You do not. But you're very pretty, and a new face in the castle. Enough to stir the senses of any man."

"Ah. Kind of like a new toy. I'm no one's plaything. There's only one who's senses I wish to stir." she said.

"And, you've accomplished that." Luke said, softly.

"Good."

"Why don't you come up here and keep me company?" he said as he patted the bed beside him.

"What? Already? I thought you wanted to take it slow?"

"I didn't mean that way, Floria. But, you can sit next to me. It's quite alright. I won't bite." he said.

"Of course. You're a true gentleman, Luke. But, if the Sheriff found — "

"He won't find out, Floria. No one will. Thomas isn't due back for awhile. It's just us. Come. I need you next to me." he whispered.

"Very well." she smiled.

Floria arose from the chair and climbed up on the bed beside Luke. She stretched out and reclined against the pillows. He put his arm around her and she put her head on his chest. She could hear his heart beating. It soothed her, and she smiled.

"I wish I could stay like this forever." she whispered.

"We're only getting started, my dear. There's even better moments to come. Imagine when I'm well enough to properly court you?"

"Except that… it'll have to be done in secret." she whispered as she held onto him fast.

"For a time, and then… I will tell him."

"I don't want to be the reason for your… fall from grace in his eyes, Luke." Floria said as she looked into his eyes.

"Last night I was charging after him, my sword in hand pointed directly at him. In turn, he has seen to my every need. Almost every need." a beat. "I'm not going to fall. Because, you lift me up." he said.

"Luke?"

"Stop talking." he smirked as he caressed her face. Then he brought her in close to him and kissed her lips, softly.

Luke knew he was flirting with danger, but he couldn't resist her. They kissed for what seemed like a long while, until they were both breathless at the end of it. Then, he held her close and stroked her silky hair, and they talked about several different things. He felt at peace having her there with him.

Later, Thomas Crumwell was walking the corridor toward Luke's door. He was about twenty feet away when he saw the same servant from earlier leaving Luke's chambers. He narrowed his eyes as he contemplated that a moment, then he shrugged. Perhaps she had a number of tasks to take care of?