The wind was picking up as clouds were beginning to form, partially covering the full moon. It created gusts of misty snow swirling in the biting air around them, as Nottingham was still issuing directives to his men. Before he headed back to the rest of the men waiting by the path, he looked to the men he ordered to stay back for a few hours, in case the infamous criminal returned to look for his dagger.

"Richard." Nottingham said.

"Milord?" Richard asked.

"I want you to get near that body and study every little detail about it. Take in that scene until it's burned into your brain. You're sketching everything you see the moment you return to the castle." he said, firmly.

"I can do better than that, Milord. I carry parchment and charcoal with me at all times now, since it's good to be prepared if I'm asked to sketch a map, or something… on the spot." Richard said. "I keep them tucked in a bag attached to the saddle on my horse." he added.

"Perfect. Can you do that relatively quickly — since you may be needed if Godless Salinger returns and decides to act an arrogant hero?" the Sheriff sighed.

Guy looked down and scoffed.

"Yes, Milord. Even though it will be… creepy, he's the perfect subject. He's not going to move." Richard frowned, nodding to the body of the young guard.

"Good. Make it so, lad. It will be part of the file for this God damn Salinger character." the Sheriff said.

Duke Farnsworth looked down and softly chuckled.

"Of course, Milord." Richard nodded.

The Sheriff and his Lieutenant, as well as Mordrid, Ancel, Finn, and Alfred went back to join the rest of the men.

"Alright, men. I have the Captain, Gerad, and Richard remaining, since we expect the man responsible will return. He's coming to look for this." the Sheriff grinned as he held the murder weapon up to show to them.

"Not very bright, right? What a bleeding fool." Slayer scoffed.

"Indeed. I want you and Safforus to remain with the other three men, Slayer. You'll be here for two to three hours."

"Very well, Milord." Slayer nodded.

"Of course, Milord." Safforus agreed.

Drake looked down and smirked. That would give him plenty of time to drop in on Lady Gunilda. She lived right on the way to the castle. Safforus wouldn't even know he was there. He began to chuckle, softly.

"Will that be a problem for Charlie, Slayer?" the Sheriff asked.

"I'll explain it to him, Milord. If I'm doing work for you, he has no problem with it. If I skipped out on my work to get sloshed with my mates, that would be a different story, right." Slayer said.

Some of the men began to chuckle.

"Indeed." the Sheriff nodded.

"Are we sure it's just one man we're expecting, Milord?" Safforus asked.

"There's initials carved on the hilt of this dagger. Three of my men who were away on assignment several weeks ago think they know whom this murder weapon belongs to." the Sheriff explained.

"The Captain will fill you in with that detail." Guy added.

"We heard about the man. He's wanted in two other counties besides this one. The Captain and Richard will tell you more." Mordrid said.

"Good. If the bloke comes back we'll get him for you, Milord, right." Slayer said.

"I'm confident you will, Slayer." the Sheriff smirked.

"And, what if he doesn't show up?" Castor asked.

"Yes. What's the plan then?" Adam added.

"Then another contingent of you will come here early in the morning to watch for his arrival. If this Godless Salinger person doesn't come back in the next few hours, Ancel, Alex, and Castor will return in the morning to take care of the bloke." the Sheriff said.

"Meaning, you want him dead?" Ancel asked.

"No. We need the cursed bloke to help us get Baron Napier. We will do what it takes to get answers out of him." he smirked.

"Of course, Milord." Ancel grinned.

"Are we going to have a meeting about this once we return to the castle, Milord?" Drake asked.

"No. Until that henchman of Napier's is captured, there's nothing more to say about this. Five of our men have it covered for now." he said.

Drake nodded, grateful for the answer given.

The Sheriff nodded for the men to follow him. Slayer and Safforus dismounted from their horses and went to join the Captain, Gerad, and Richard, as the Sheriff and the rest of the men started heading south on the main path toward the castle.

Drake trailed behind them, as he didn't want the others to notice he was taking a detour to Lady Gunilda's cottage.

Luke had just finished walking several ladies to their quarters for the night. He escorted Ladies Demetria, Kaeliss, and Aeleanna to Mordrid's, Nichol's, and Nigel's chambers. Then, he saw Rebeccah to her rooms because he didn't feel right about her walking there alone. And now, he was finally ushering his sister into his rooms for the night.

"I'm going to change out of my gown, Luke. Will you be alright out here for a few moments?" Felicia asked.

"Of course, my dear. Will you be coming out after you've taken care of that, or will you let me know when to come in and… tuck you in?"

"It's not that late, Brother. I'll come out here into your sitting room." Felicia said.

She noticed a curious pot sitting on a table close to the fireplace.

"What is in that pot, Luke?" she asked.

"It's ba — that special tea concoction I told you about, my dear. I picked it up earlier from the nice lady in the castle… who brews it. I'm going to heat it, and we're both going to have a small measure. It's safe, Felicia. You could really… use a good night's sleep." Luke said.

"I see. Well, since I trust you, I guess I'll soon be finding out what the fuss is about with this particular variety of tea." Felicia shrugged.

"It's a bit of an acquired taste, but it helps." he smiled.

"Very well. Before I head into your bedchamber, let me remind you — we're alone, Brother. You don't have to pretend anymore. What is going on? You were acting queerly all evening."

"Just nervous excitement, as I told you. All is well, Sister. No need to… fret." Luke said, dismissively.

"Are you sure, Luke? If you're not well, let me take care of you. You took care of me plenty in years past."

"It's fine, Sister." Luke chuckled, then squeezed her hand. "I'm not sick, or… anything like that."

Felicia smiled, then let go of his hand.

"Very well. I'll be but a moment." she said, then headed into the bedchamber.

Nigel was reclined against pillows on his bed. Leofwin had just left him after performing a change out of the leeches and encouraging Nigel to take a measure of the clove infused wine. After that, Nigel took a drop of opium as the pain was becoming difficult to ignore. After a measure of water to wash down the vile taste of the wine and the opium, he was finally feeling relaxed, and leaned against the pillows, closing his eyes.

He felt like he'd only just closed his eyes moments ago when he heard soft rustling sounds in his room. He opened his eyes and saw Aeleanna taking the pretty burgundy coloured velvet dressing gown and a pale pink shift from a chair.

"Oh, good. You're back." Nigel smiled.

Aeleanna turned to face him.

"I hope I didn't wake you. I was trying to move quietly." Aeleanna said.

"It's fine. I only just closed my eyes."

"You were asleep. I've been back for awhile now." she smiled.

"Really? But, I just closed my eyes. A couple of seconds ago." Nigel frowned.

"No, lover. You were sound asleep." she chuckled.

"Oh. That's odd." Nigel shrugged.

"Not really, Nigel. You've endured quite a bit. It's understandable you need your rest."

"I'm sick of resting. I've never been this tired in my life. You know what I always say. Sleep is for the weak. It's a bunch of bleeding bollocks, Leanna." Nigel huffed.

"That's fine. You're awake now. I'm just going to change out of my gown. I'll just be a moment." Aeleanna said. She turned to head into the bath chamber.

"I've seen your body before, gorgeous. You don't need to hide yourself away to take care of that." Nigel said.

Aeleanna turned again to face him, the dressing gown and shift held in her arms.

"That was different, Nigel. Each time we were alone. Your father wasn't in the next room."

"Very well. Leanna?"

"Yes?"

"You look beautiful in that pretty pink gown. You were the most stunning looking woman at the party." Nigel smiled.

"Thank you, my love. It means everything to me that… you see me now." Aeleanna said, softly.

"Leanna, you've always been beautiful to me. We would have been over a long damn time ago if you meant nothing to me." Nigel pointed out.

"I suppose." Aeleanna shrugged.

"We're getting married, Leanna. I've already said this, but I could never imagine myself marrying anyone else but you. No more doubts, my love. Alright? Of course, I see you. You're the only woman I pay attention to." Nigel said.

"Thank you, Nigel." she smiled.

"You don't need to thank me, gorgeous. You're stuck with me until bleeding forever now." Nigel chuckled. "Now, hurry and change your clothes, then get over here. I need you beside me."

"Of course." she nodded. Then, she headed into the bath chamber.

It wasn't long after his arrival to her cottage that Drake was led into his pretty mage's bedchamber, and they hastily began to undress each other as they shared a hot kiss of longing.

He hated that he was seated at the same table as she during the celebration in the Dining Hall earlier, and he was forced to act like he barely knew her. Drake knew he was courting with danger, but he also knew he was drawn to her like steel to a magnet.

He was currently pleasing her with his tongue to reciprocate her earlier ministrations to him, when he thought he heard something between her moans.

"Savina." Lady Gunilda whispered, softly. Her eyes were closed and her head thrashed side to side.

"What's that, Milady?" Drake asked, looking up at her.

"Nothing, handsome. I'm just… in a state of ecstasy." Gunilda grinned smoothly at him.

"Good. That's the idea. Think you can handle me right now, or should I continue?" Drake scoffed.

"I do like the feel of the facial hair you're starting, but… of course, I can handle you, Drake. Fill me. Give it to me good." she whispered.

He positioned himself on top of her, leaning into her and kissing her neck.

"God damn, I've needed you." Drake growled as he suddenly plunged into her.

"Drake!" Lady Gunilda squealed. She raked her fingernails gently down his back, while she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her.

Drake wasn't sure if the knowledge of breaking a firm rule by his employer was the reason his senses were heightened more than they normally would be when he was with her? He was uncertain. But, he did know Milord Sheriff would be irate about this; yet, he couldn't stay away from her. He had never been with another as exciting as she.

He grinned with the knowledge he was breaking the first rule of rules with every sweet thrust inside of her.

When it was over and his lady left the room to get wine and food for them, Drake realized he had better figure out a way to rein it in a little. He couldn't raise further suspicion with the Sheriff. He was beginning to wonder if Lady Gunilda had bewitched him in some way? He sighed as he began to don his breeches. He reclined on the bed against several pillows, awaiting her return.

The Sheriff, Gisborne and the rest of the men were coming out of the stables after getting their horses sorted with Gervase. That was when he noticed he was missing one of his men.

"Where's Drake?" he asked his men.

"I haven't seen him in awhile." Guy shrugged.

"Perfect. When did he separate from us?" the Sheriff huffed.

"Last I saw him was when we left that spot just north of the Inn. Maybe he stopped by the Tavern?" Castor suggested.

"He wouldn't go there alone, I don't think. Especially, since he won't even have Slayer to chat with." Adam said.

"True. That's not Drake's usual routine." Mordrid added.

"I can't recall seeing him since we left the… murder scene, Milord." Ancel said.

"Same." Alex added.

Alfred and Finn agreed with them.

"That's fine, men. He's free to do what he pleases, as long as he doesn't start trouble. You're free to go. Just remember: Ancel, Alex, and Castor, you may be needed in the morning. I would get straight to your beds if I were you." the Sheriff said, firmly.

The three men nodded and continued toward the castle with the rest of the men.

The Sheriff and Guy were greeted by Nichol and Robert who were conferring with the Scribe outside of the Council Quarters. The Scribe nodded to the men, then took his leave.

"What was that about? Trouble?" the Sheriff asked them, nodding in the direction of the Scribe.

"No trouble, George. Was there success finding whoever killed the guard who was protecting Luke's sister?" Nichol asked.

"There's five men staying by the scene. The fool dropped the dagger he used to slash the guard's throat with. I have the Captain, Gerad, Richard, Slayer, and Safforus on standby."

"We think he's going to return for the dagger he left behind." Guy added.

"Would that we knew who the man is." Robert said.

"Three of the men who were on assignment in the north think they know who he is. They were prompted by the initials carved into the hilt of the dagger. The Duke, Mordrid, and Richard think the one who killed Felicia's guard is Godwin Salinger." the Sheriff said.

"Right. And, I'm sure there's a reason they're convinced those initials belong to him only, and not another man bearing the same monogram?" Nichol pointed out.

"Everything they said adds up — except the conflicting reports they were given on the man's appearance." the Sheriff sighed. "The point is I've got it handled. If this Godless Salinger bloke doesn't show in the next few hours, three others will be heading out there early in the morning."

"That's helpful that you were able to get a name." Robert said.

"Indeed. It's been a long day, men. Gis and I are back now, and you're both free to go. Unless, either of you have anything to report?"

"No, Milord. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred while you were out." Robert said.

"That is correct." Nichol nodded.

"Good. Morning comes early, and you are both needed." he said, then turned to Nichol. "In light of that, you can return your lady to her manor once we return from Nettlestone tomorrow evening. You both deserve a good night's rest after enduring an evening with the boring, miserable purple woman." he sighed.

Guy and Robert began to chuckle.

"Thank you, mate. I appreciate that. I'm sure she will, as well." Nichol smiled.

A short time later, after the Sheriff bid Guy a good night when Guy went into his rooms, he stopped by Luke's quarters and knocked on the door.

A few moments later, the door opened.

"Milord? Is… everything in order?" Luke asked.

The Sheriff noted Luke's slightly disheveled appearance, and his glassy looking eyes.

"Not quite, Luke. You had more to drink, didn't you?" the Sheriff frowned, folding his arms.

"A few hours ago, Milord. Just a… couple of sips."

"Damn it, Luke!" he huffed.

"It's fine, Milord. I'm… fine."

The Sheriff sighed as he fixed his gaze upon him.

"I thought Nigel was with you. He let you drink more wine?"

"No, Milord. I had to stop by my rooms before I met him in his. I had the… two sips of wine then. Nigel already gave me a lecture about it." Luke said, looking downcast.

"Good. You can expect another one on the morrow, because we shall be discussing this further. Mark my words. Right now, you are needed."

"I am? What is happening, Milord? Does it have to do with whomever killed… my sister's former guard?" Luke asked in a whisper.

"No. I need you to get your disheveled ass out here, and be on the lookout for Drake." he frowned.

"What?"

"He went his own way when we headed back here. I'm sure I can guess where he ended up. I want to know when he returns to his rooms." Nottingham said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"We're doing this again?" Luke sighed.

"You're damn right we are, Luke. Straighten yourself up and get out here in the corridor. Dear Zeus! You look like you just strolled in from the wrong side of town!" the Sheriff exclaimed, quietly.

"Yes, Milord." Luke sighed. He straightened his doublet then began to smooth his hair as he stepped out of his rooms and softly closed his door.

"I don't know what the hell has got into you, Luke, but it stops now. Understood?" the Sheriff said, firmly.

"Yes, Milord." Luke sighed. "What am I to say to Drake when he sees me out here? Shall I confront him?"

"All I want to know is when he returns — no doubt, with a satisfied grin plastered all over his face." he huffed. "Don't talk to him. Just observe. Try not to make your presence known. You're normally astute. I say 'normally', because except for managing to miraculously pull off a good performance with your musical skills, tonight you acted the fool, Luke. Try and retrieve whatever sense is left in that brain of yours and use it." the Sheriff said. He exhaled, sharply.

"Of course, Milord." Luke nodded.

"I trust your sister is settled in?"

"Yes. She fell asleep a short while ago."

"Good."

"What if she awakens and needs me while I'm out here acting as a spy?" Luke asked.

"It's doubtful he'll be out all night. He will most likely be returning within the next couple of hours." the Sheriff said.

He was certain that was the case. He knew Drake was taking advantage of the fact that Safforus was occupied for the next few hours. Safforus couldn't question Drake if he had no idea Drake was inside Gilda's cottage — and, no doubt, bollocks deep inside of Gilda.

"I see. Very well. Hopefully, she won't notice my absence." Luke frowned.

"She's grown now, Luke. I can see you're protective of her, but I doubt she needs you as much as you think. You don't need to hold her hand every waking moment of the day now."

"I suppose, that is true. I must remind myself she is not twelve anymore. It's… hard to wrap my mind around that, though." Luke admitted, softly.

"You'll figure this out, Luke. And, you must remember, it's not just me who needs you straight. She does, too. No more fucking poisoning yourself. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Milord." Luke nodded.

"Good. Now, find a spot you can hide away from Drake for when he returns. A good spy stays invisible, Luke."

"Of course, Milord." Luke sighed. "It will be done."

"Is that hesitation I detect?"

"I told you already, it feels… weird spying on my mate, Milord."

"It shouldn't. He will get a stern warning, Luke. I know exactly where he is. He's one of the best of you, and it would be a shame if he jeopardized his position here. But, I still need to know when he finally decides to show up."

"Very well, Milord." Luke agreed.

"After that is done, get some sleep. You're still needed in the morning."

"Yes, Milord." Luke nodded.

"Stay focused, Luke. There was no one else I wished to involve in this. Otherwise, you'd be the last man I'd order to do this. That's fine, though." he sneered, his eyebrow shot north, knowingly. "It will be a challenge for you, I'm sure, but you're about to learn the hard lesson about the importance of our motto."

"I will hide myself and observe for his return, Milord. I shall keep a close watch." Luke said.

"Good. And, don't think I was bluffing about the follow up chat we're having tomorrow, after we're done with that ridiculous bollocks in Nettlestone!" Nottingham said sternly in hushed tones.

"I never doubted that… Milord." Luke nodded.

"Keep yourself alert somehow. Do not let me down, Luke." a beat. "Some of your actions of late have me questioning my decision to promote you so early in your service to us." the Sheriff warned in a whisper. He frowned.

"Understood, Milord. It… will be done." Luke nodded. His palm flew to his mouth as he tried to stifle a yawn.

"Damn it, lad!" Nottingham exclaimed as he grabbed him by the shoulders and gently shook him. "Do not fall asleep! Get a bleeding grip on yourself. Satan's teeth!"

"Forgive me, Milord. I had just nodded off when I heard your knock on my door." Luke explained. He looked down and sighed.

"There's really no excuses, Luke. You know this! Remember the motto. Just keep repeating the phrase in your own mind while you wait for Drake. I need you on point right now. Got it?" the Sheriff said, sternly.

"I do, Milord. It… will be done." Luke said, confidently. He nodded in deference to him.

"Good. Go back in your rooms and quickly splash cold water on your face. Then, get your ass back out here immediately, and begin your task." Nottingham commanded him.

"Of course. Milord." Luke nodded. He turned from him and re-entered his rooms.

The Sheriff shook his head, then continued on toward his private chambers.

Soon, he found Lady Rhiannon at the window in the bedchamber. Her back was to him, and she was leaning out of the window. Her new periwinkle coloured soft dressing gown was billowing behind her as cold winds entered the room, threatening to extinguish burning candles, and torches which were ensconced on the walls

The Sheriff sighed and approached her.

"Rhiannon?"

"Give me a moment, George. I need… to breathe this in." Rhiannon said, keeping her back to him, and holding up a hand.

He shook his head and continued toward her until he was beside her.

"Right. Normally, I'd assume you're with child, my lady. But, logic tells me that is impossible at the moment when you look the size of a bleeding broom handle." Nottingham began with a sigh. "Is this the reason you've become so frail looking? Have you been heaving on a regular basis and not mentioning this to me?"

"No. Nothing like that, my love. I'm quite certain… I imbibed too much wine. I had some here when I entertained the ladies, forgetting that I already had two goblets downstairs — to calm me. So that… I wouldn't… strangle that Countess bitch." Rhiannon sighed. Then, she leaned out of the window again and took some deep breaths.

"You're going to make yourself sicker, Rhiannon. That wind is freezing! Come away from that cursed window at once!" he said, firmly.

Rhiannon put her palm to her mouth.

"Damn!" she muttered, then ran into the bath chamber.

The Sheriff sighed while he closed the window. Then, he headed to the fireplace to get a fire going.

Nichol was surprised to see the den in his quarters was unoccupied. One of the doors to his bedchamber was ajar. He noticed soft orange light coming from inside there from the glow of torches and candlelight. He unbuttoned his doublet as he proceeded to the doors.

When he stepped inside, he smiled when he saw his lady. She was still clothed, laying on her side on top of his bed, hugging a pillow to her, sound asleep.

He slowly moved toward her until he was in front of her at the bedside. He noticed she looked quite chill. He leaned down and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Kaeliss." he whispered.

Her long eyelashes began to flutter before she opened her eyes. She smiled up at him, then raised herself up.

"Forgive me, Nichol. I was getting sleepy. I tried resting on the sofa in your sitting room, but then I ended up in here. The scent of you on your bed linens comforted me and lulled me to sleep." Kaeliss explained. She began to smooth her hair, then straightened her skirt.

"It's fine, beautiful. It pleases me to see you on my bed." Nichol winked at her.

"I'm ready if you wish to escort me to my manor now." Kaeliss nodded. She sat up and was about to swing her legs over the bed.

"It's fine, my lady. You're staying. There's no rush to get you back there, either. Unless… Helewise will send out a search team?"

"She won't be a problem. She left this morning, and won't be returning until Sunday afternoon." Kaeliss said.

"How convenient!" Nichol chuckled. He doffed his doublet and placed it over a chair beside the bed, then headed to the fireplace.

Kaeliss sat on the bed, watching him as he began to add kindling to the fire to encourage the hot coals to light it.

"Does Milord Sherriff approve of this, Nichol?" she asked.

Nichol turned to face her.

"It was his suggestion you stay here with me until tomorrow evening. He and a number of the men are headed out in the morning on assignment. They will be away until dusk, most likely. I will be in charge here in his absence. I will be the only one who can do it, since the other usual candidates for the task will be with him." Nichol explained.

"Oh. I see." Kaeliss nodded.

"Will that be alright, my lady?"

"Of course, it is. I only… wish I had known to bring a change of clothing for the morrow, though."

"Perhaps we can sort you out with that, my lady." Nichol smiled, then went back to tending to the fire, which was finally beginning to take shape.

Kaeliss smiled contentedly, then stretched out her legs and leaned back against the pillows.

"This has been a perfect night, Nichol. Everything, perfect — except for the unbearable Countess woman." Kaeliss said.

Nichol placed a log on the fire, then set the poker down. He turned and headed toward her.

"That was part of the reason he suggested we not rush to escort you back to your home, my love. He said it was the least he could do, since we were both subjected to the miserable Countess. He actually referred to her as the boring, miserable purple woman." Nichol smirked, then he sat on the bed, facing her.

"Really? That is kind of him." Kaeliss smiled.

"He's my friend, Kaeliss. That's why he bothered suggesting it at all. Kindness isn't… really something he's known for." Nichol scoffed.

"Friends? Really?"

"Yes, my love. Since we were lads." he smiled.

"How grand." Kaeliss smiled.

"Are you warming, my lady? You had gooseflesh on your neck and… chest when I came in. You should get that gown off of you and get under the blankets." Nichol smirked, salaciously.

"Really?" she whispered as she began to unfasten the buttons on the bodice of her gown. "You want to help with that?"

"You know I do, beautiful." he growled.

He pulled her in close to him as he kissed her hard, his tongue parting her lips and tasting her tongue as he took over unbuttoning from her. Once the bodice of her gown was open, he moved his hands under her shift to her firm round breasts, cupping and kneading them, then suckling on her nipples.

"Nichol!" Kaeliss exclaimed, breathlessly.

Soon, they were both naked and on top of each other.

"I wanted to do this two nights ago, but we were both exhausted." Nichol whispered.

"Me too, my love. But, I still enjoyed our time together."

"I did, too. And, I'm going to make you have an even better time right now." he whispered, then continued to kiss her.

He reached down and touched her intimately. She opened her legs to him to give him better access.

"You are always ready for me. Perfect. Because I'm hard as a fucking rock for you. Again." he growled.

"Nichol." she moaned. Then, her eyes opened suddenly as a thought came to her. "No one will hear us… will they?"

"Not unless you scream for help." he chuckled.

"Good. Get inside me, lover. I need to feel every inch of you, giving it to me… hard." she whispered as she lightly bit his bottom lip, while she began stroking him.

"God damn, you're good for my cock, lady." he growled as he quickly entered her. He began to pump her hard.

"Nichol. You feel so good, lover! Don't stop!" she pleaded with him.

"Damn it, lady! You're gonna make me explode! Fuck!"

"Nichol!" she squealed as she slammed against him.

At this time, various people within the castle were awake. Even those in the dungeon.

Hamon Hatchet was on the floor of his cell, growing intolerant of his own smell. He was at a point that he couldn't really feel the pain in his backside anymore.

Figures! That cursed Sheriff's bitch is an actual pain in my arse! I'll get out of this. I'm coming for you, you stupid whore! A pox on you!

He was exhausted, but still contriving of ways to possibly get himself out of this situation he was in. Hamon was confident he could do it.

Merek Busby spent another sleepless night wondering when next he would see his new baby son, whom was only eleven days old. Was Matheus doing anything to get him out of the dungeon, he wondered? Since he was an official member of the Town Council, Merek hoped his brother was using that position to his advantage.

Ancel was thinking of the days ahead of him, as he was quite curious to see the obstacle course that Nigel built, once the team who was handling that brought it back to the training area. He was trying to work out how long it would take before it was assembled.

Ancel was also glad he took a moment to see Rebeccah briefly, to explain why he couldn't visit her until the following evening. She was understanding, and kissed him softly before he headed to his rooms.

Next, he wondered how many men Baron Napier had sent to do his bidding? More of them were going to show in Nottingham. Ancel was certain of it.

Mordrid and Demetria were holding one another in his bed, and were both beginning to nod off, contentedly.

In the Wordsworths' chambers, Lady Isabelle was on her side in the bed, her back to Robert, whom was sound asleep. She had spent so much time pondering her next steps, she quietly wept. In her mind, if she was going to lose her child it had better happen soon. She was afraid birthing it would kill her, as she was imagining it to be extremely large. She suddenly remembered something and wiped the tears from her cheeks, her eyebrow raised, curiously. She raised herself up and leaned on her elbow.

I must find out where Dead Man's Curve is. I heard Officer Nigel mention that five days ago, when I was riding the palfrey by the fence that separates the horse exercise area from the Black Knights' training area. How could I… find a way to ask him… about that? Isabelle pondered it, narrowing her blue eyes.

Then, an idea came to her. She knew exactly how to proceed. Officer Nigel would be present in the castle on the morrow. She began to smile.

Nigel had an arm around Lady Aeleanna. He held her close to him on his bed, where they were both reclined against several pillows, and speaking of their upcoming plans. He couldn't help but think how lovely she looked in the pale pink shift, loosely covered now by the burgundy velvet dressing gown, and how much effort it was taking to keep him from removing them from her.

Nigel took a sip of water from the goblet he was holding in his opposite hand, and thought of the Sheriff and his men heading to Sir Guy's manor to tear down the obstacle course. He really wanted to be present to be sure everything was done properly. He wondered if he should ask the Sheriff about it again?

Leofwin was reclined on the sofa in Nigel's den, wondering if Noah was managing some of the work that was left behind when Leofwin arrived to Nottingham Castle. He was thinking he'd give it a day or two before deciding to leave his son — with the caveat that he would insist that Thomas remain for a few days, in case Nigel needed him.

Luke had fallen asleep on one of the benches lining the corridor, about ten feet from Drake's rooms. He was awakened by the distant sound of boots clicking on the floor. He immediately sat up, cursing himself for falling asleep, and wondering why his head was aching?

He stood and immediately hid behind a column. He tentatively peaked around it as the footsteps drew closer.

It was Drake. And, just as the Sheriff predicted, he had quite a satisfied smile spread across his face. It was clear he had just been with a lady of some sort. Luke shook his head. Then, he wondered when, or if that would happen with he and Floria?

Luke shook his head to refocus. He hid once more behind the column as Drake entered into his rooms. He guessed it was over two hours since he was asked to perform this task. He sighed as he headed to his quarters. He hated that he was put in this position.

In the Lieutenant's private chambers, Lady Meridwyn was seated on the bed as Guy was tending to the fire. Meridwyn had just finished telling him about the movement she felt.

Guy set the poker down, as he paused a moment before turning to face her. He walked toward her, smiling. His steel blue eyes glistening.

"Meridwyn." Guy whispered as he held her hand and kissed it. "That's the best news I've heard in a long time." he began to slightly tremble.

"Guy? Are you alright?" Meridwyn asked, softly.

"I'm grand, my love. I'm delighted." Guy smiled, then sat on the bed beside her and held her in a warm embrace. "I only regret I wasn't with you when it happened."

"I'm sure she'll move again, my sweet. You can feel her then." Meridwyn smiled.

Guy pulled away from her before he continued.

"And, nothing Thomas warned you about is happening? What if… movement happens before… that fluid or blood comes, which he often warns about." Guy frowned. He looked down and took some deep breaths to stay the nausea.

"I think this is normal, husband. Nothing else is going on. Be at ease, my love."

"Very well." Guy nodded. He looked to her belly. "Stay in there, my dearest girl." he whispered.

"Doubt she hears you, Guy. You're so funny." Meridwyn softly chuckled.

"I think she can, Meridwyn. She won't understand, of course, but maybe when she arrives she'll respond to the sound of my voice from hearing the same sound before?" Guy mused.

"Hmm. I never thought of that. I guess we shall see in a few months." Meridwyn smiled.

The Sheriff was finishing tending to the fire, when his lady finally emerged from the bath chamber. She went to a table where a basin and pitcher of water were kept. She poured the water into the basin, then cupped some water in her hands, applying it to her face and neck.

The Sheriff was upon her in seconds.

"Are you alright, Rhiannon?" he asked.

"I think I… feel better now." she nodded.

"Come. Let's get you on the bed." he said.

"It's fine, George. You don't need to guide me there. I'm not feeling that bad."

"Too bad. You're getting my assistance, anyway." he smirked.

Then, he led her over to the bed. She sat upon it, then reclined against the pillows.

"Rhiannon. Are you sure this is the first time you've been heaving?" he asked, pointedly. Normally, he wouldn't ask such a thing, but he was concerned about her weight loss.

"It's true, George. Haven't felt like that since… I carried Sela. I'm sure it's the damn wine, husband."

"Then… why have you gotten so… small, my lady? Something isn't right!" he sighed. He unbuttoned his doublet, then tossed it over a nearby chair.

She was wearing the black shift that was trimmed with pale pink satin ribbon. He always liked that one. He desired her, but, at the same time, he feared he might break her. He looked down and shook his head. Why was she fading away? He wondered. He was thinking he should have a word with Thomas about this.

"I'm not sure, George. My appetite has been decreased. Yet, it was fine earlier — despite being in the company of that awful woman whom is capable of ruining anyone's appetite." Rhiannon sighed.

"You're running yourself ragged." he said as he sat beside her on the bed. "No riding lessons the next two days while I'm away." he said.

"Right. About that. What exactly is going on there? I know that Robert and Sir Guy will be with you." Rhiannon pressed him.

"Nigel built an obstacle course, well in the back property of Gis' manor in Nettlestone. He used it for training. We're tearing it down and bringing the materials here to our training area." the Sheriff explained.

"Oh. I see. Sounds intense."

"Yes. It will be. Promise me you won't bother with those riding lessons on the morrow and Sunday." he said, firmly.

"Very well. There wouldn't be time for that, anyway. Some of us will be keeping Felicia company." Rhiannon explained.

"Good. I'm glad to hear that, angel. Does that mean you'll also be reducing the amount of time you spend manipulating… your breasts for our son?"

"I will still fit that in, George." Rhiannon smiled.

"Why are you doing this to yourself? You should be fortifying yourself, and resting. I don't want you doing anything strenuous. Are we clear, Rhiannon?" he said, firmly.

"George?"

"You simply must look after yourself, my lady. And, I will help with that when I'm here with you. As well, I'm… speaking to Thomas about thi — "

"No, George. I'm fine. Honestly." Rhiannon said, firmly.

"I'm speaking to him about this, wife. You can be angry all you want. It needs to be done. Something is wrong; and, Edison and I need you." he insisted.

"Very well." Rhiannon sighed.

"You're wearing that shift I like, my lady." he smiled.

"I know. After the ladies left, I put it on to entice you. But… that was before the room began to spin and I was fearful I'd heave everywhere. That's when I went to the window." Rhiannon said. She sighed.

"I desire you, angel, but the desire to have you hale is stronger. Lean into me. Let yourself be at ease. We have peace in our chambers this night." the Sheriff whispered. He kissed her softly, then put his arm around her, holding her close to him.

"I am at ease, my love. I'm next to you." Rhiannon smiled, merrily.

Seventy eight miles northwest from Nottingham inside a smaller castle than Nottingham Castle, high on a hill that overlooked the North Sea; two men were convening in a meeting chamber on the main level of the castle this night.

"So, you're telling me no one has seen Godwin?" the middle aged man demanded. He was of medium height, lean, with thick sandy brown wavy hair.

"Correct, my Lord." his Captain nodded.

"And, no sightings of the girl." he frowned, as he straightened his chocolate brown velvet doublet.

"No."

"God damn it! This is ludicrous. She's been gone for a month now!" the Baron huffed.

"Yes, my Lord."

"Must I do everything myself? This is why I brought Godwin on board. He's usually reliable! Has there been no word from Lucan, or Isaac, who were sent to assist?" he demanded.

"Uh… no, Milord." the tall muscled man with long reddish blonde hair frowned. He stroked his beard and sighed while narrowing his blue eyes.

"Damn it, Jordan! This is unacceptable! She should be back by now with Godwin and the other two." he huffed, then he began to move about the room to stretch his legs. "Hmm. I'm wondering if she's gone looking for that murderous brother of hers? The one whom killed my son." he said, sharply. He stopped in his tracks and whirled around to face his Captain, his eyebrow raised, knowingly.

"We don't know who killed Mathew, Mil — "

"Bollocks! I know precisely which man is responsible for that, Jordan. The same man who also killed Matt's mates! He picked them off one by one, saving my Matty for last. Come on!" Baron Napier huffed.

"But, she thinks her brother is dead, my Lord… with respect." Jordan pointed out. He never understood the Baron's obsession with the girl. To him, there was something wrong about it, but when the Baron was in a sour mood, it put everyone in his employ on edge, too.

"She's been absent for long enough that she may have found out the truth of it by now — since no one can seem to find her. And now, three of my men are missing! Godwin, Isaac, and Lucan should be here by now. With Felicia. My future wife, in case you needed reminding." he said, firmly.

"Maybe he was captured? He is wanted by a couple of Sher — "

"Godwin? Ha! That man is skilled at being elusive and difficult to capture. No. That's not it. He might have needed to travel farther than we originally expected." the Baron said, confidently.

"Of course, my Lord. How do you wish to proceed? Should I gather another group to head south, since that's the direction we think she is headed?"

"Take two others with you. I want you to handle this, Jordan. You and Godwin are my best. I should have sent you with him, but I needed you here."

"Of course, Milord. It will be done."

"Any word from the spies?" the Baron asked, curiously.

"Not since the encounter I told you about. When one of them spotted Felicia speaking to a young man a bit south of here, at least a fortnight ago, Milord." Jordan said.

"Are there no espials farther south than that?"

"Yes, but none have seen her." Jordan said.

"Well, she couldn't have just vanished into thin air! Unless… her brother has her hidden away." he sneered. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head.

"We will find out." Jordan said.

"Has there been any more word on sightings of her brother? What's happening there?" the Baron asked, pointedly.

"There's been nothing for months. He was spotted by an espial well north of here, probably about five months ago, my Lord."

"Yes. I remember the report. What about before that?" he pressed.

"The last one before that sighting was when he was seen about five miles from where… your son was found. Three years ago, my Lord." Jordan said.

"No reports of his whereabouts for years, then he was spotted five months ago. And, we still don't know where he is." the Baron exhaled, sharply. "Press the espial for more details about the last sighting of Felicia from a fortnight ago. Let's see if we can find out whom the young man was she was talking to. I've a funny feeling he might know where that skinny little weasel, Luke Langdon is. If we find him, we'll find Felicia. We'll take care of him, then bring her back here."

"I see. Yes, my Lord." Jordan nodded. He looked down and softly sighed.

"Go. Find two capable men to go with you. Ride like the wind." Baron Napier commanded him.

Jordan nodded, then turned to take leave of him.

The following morning, the Sheriff was inside the Council Quarters with his Lieutenant, Captain, and his two Advisors. They had recently met with Ancel, Castor, and Alex, who then left a short time ago to head to the scene where the guard's body had been found, as the men who waited there the night before reported that no one had come by.

The sunlight was streaming in through the windows. It seemed brighter than normal as it was reflecting off the snow still covering the ground and most of the trees. Mordrid, Richard, and Finn started to file inside the meeting chamber. They took their places at the table.

Nottingham looked to them and sighed.

"Did any of you see Luke on your way down here?" he asked his men.

"No. I didn't see him, Milord." Mordrid said, shaking his head.

"I didn't, either. I thought he might be here ahead of us." Richard said.

Finn looked to the Sheriff and shrugged.

"I didn't see him, Milord." Finn said.

"Satan's teeth!" the Sheriff exclaimed as he stood from his chair. "Wait here a moment. I'll speak to the sentry outside the door and have him summ — "

Just then, the door opened. Luke started to slowly walk inside the meeting chamber, shielding his eyes from the glare of the bright sunlight flooding the chamber, using one hand over his brows.

"Ah! There you are! Bright eyed and bushy tailed, I see!" the Sheriff purposely exclaimed loudly with a smirk on his face.

"Uh… yes, Milord. With respect, no need to shout. I can hear very well… Milord." Luke said as he walked to the table.

He took a seat at the table, still shielding his eyes.

"How are you feeling, Luke?" Mordrid smirked.

"Fine. Head is kind of hurting, though. It's too bleeding bright!" Luke sighed.

"You'll feel better once we get out into that energizing crisp air, Luke!" the Sheriff grinned.

Guy and Nichol looked down and softly chuckled.

"Yes. Milord. May I… have some water? I'm a wee bit… parched. Milord."

"That's fine. Drink up. You'll be needing water throughout the day, as well. Hope you are prepared for that."

"Yes, Milord." Luke nodded. He reached for the pitcher of water that was placed in the centre of the table and poured a generous amount into a goblet.

"Right. Well, I hope you men are rested up and feeling fit this day." the Sheriff began.

"Milord, before we get started, I brought something for you. I don't want to forget." Richard said.

Richard fished into a deep pocket of his surcoat that was hung on the back of his chair and extracted four scrolls, passing them to the Sheriff.

"The drawings you requested of… the dead guard, Milord." Richard said.

Nottingham took them from him and unfurled them. He studied each one of them.

"Perfect. Well done, Richard." he said.

He rolled them back up and stood from his chair. He walked over to the desk and placed them all in a drawer there, then returned to his seat.

"Now, back to the matter at hand. We've quite a task ahead of us, men. There are only three of us present who have seen this… gargantuan obstacle course that Nigel built. The rest of you shall behold its magnitude soon. We are taking three wagons with us, because mark my words, men: we will need them." Nottingham said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Milord, I'm wondering if eight of us will be enough? We could probably do with four to six more me — " Richard started to suggest, but was interrupted.

"We will start with eight today and see how the day goes. I may bring others along with us on the morrow." the Sheriff said.

"I'm ready. Is there more to brief us on, Milord?" Finn asked.

"No, but we shall fortify ourselves before we depart, Finn. I've sent for food and juices for us." he said, then looked to Luke. "I also requested tea. You might want a mug of that, as well, Luke."

"Thank you, Milord. Yes, I'll have some tea, and some juice." Luke nodded. He was still shielding his eyes as he took a generous swallow of water.

"Good. And, you need to eat, too." the Sheriff said.

"Yes, Milord." Luke nodded, then drank more from his goblet. He wondered when his head would stop aching?

"Who will be steering the wagons, Milord?" Robert asked.

"Right. Hmm. Who wants to volunteer for that?" the Sheriff asked them.

Luke folded his arms on the table and rested his head on them to shield his eyes, as Mordrid and Finn raised their hands.

"Right. The alacrity in here is astounding. Robert, Mordrid, and Luke will steer the wagons." the Sheriff said.

"Yes, Milord." Robert nodded.

"It will be done, Milord." Mordrid agreed.

"Perhaps… Richard or Finn would be a better choice to assist with — " Luke started to argue, but was abruptly cut off.

"You will do it, Luke. You're good with steering a wagon."

"Not when they're loaded with several tons of bollocks, Milord." Luke pointed out.

"We will see. I'm sure you can handle it."

"Yes, Milord." Luke nodded, then went back to shielding his eyes.

"Are you expecting we shall get most of the materials back here this evening, my Lord?" Duke Farnsworth asked, curiously.

"No. It's highly doubtful, Duke. You'll understand why when you see it." the Sheriff said.

"Oh. I see." Duke Farnsworth said. He sighed, softly.

"From the sounds of it, I'm sure this is the first time I'm actually glad to have a messed up leg." Nichol scoffed.

"I'm glad for you, Nic. I'm… not looking forward to this." Guy muttered.

"I'll say!" Robert sighed.

"None of us are, but this needs to be done." the Sheriff said, firmly. "Also, at the end of this, a few of us are going to stop by to see Charlie at the tavern. Slayer and Syrtrick were insistent on Thursday during the City Watch meeting that Charlie should be warned about the marauders coming. Richard, you'll accompany my Lieutenant and I since Charlie is familiar with you."

"Very well, Milord. Since Luke was a part of the tavern team on Monday and Tuesday nights, shouldn't he come with us?" Richard asked.

"Ha! Look at him, Richard." the Sheriff scoffed. "That's going to be a 'no'." he sighed.

"I'm sure I'll be fine by — " Luke began to argue, but was cut off.

"No." the Sheriff said, firmly.

Luke nodded, then rested his head on his arms once more to shield his eyes. He sighed, softly.

At this juncture, the door opened and the sentry announced the arrival of the food and refreshments.

Within moments, four serving ladies entered carrying trays of food, pitchers of various juices, and a mug of tea to be given to one of the Black Knights, they were instructed.

"Excuse me, but… whom is this tea for?" an attractive blonde lady servant asked around the table.

"Cheers, Mirella… " the Sheriff began.

The name grabbed Nichol's attention. The Sheriff had named Hildeth, Gundred, and Mirella to be the most competent of his servants, only three days ago when they found Ancel to be curiously exiting a broom cupboard, holding a broom in his hand.

Nichol looked to the servant, briefly. He decided his mate was correct about another thing about her. The woman with the pretty name had a pretty face to go with it. Almost as fair as Kaeliss. Hmm. Why would she choose to be a servant? Nichol wondered.

"That would be one of the younger ones, who currently appears to be taking a nap." the Sheriff sighed, nodding to Luke, as he spoke with one of his personal favourite servants.

Nichol tapped his walking stick sharply upon the floor a few times.

"Luke!" Nichol called out to him.

Luke looked up and rubbed his eyes. He shook his head and sighed.

"I was not sleeping. It's too bright in here. My head is pou — hurts, and the light… is… making it… " Luke stammered, then looked down and sighed. As Milord told him the night before, there's no excuses. He looked back up to the serving girl.

"Mirella, is it?"

"Yes. Sir." she smiled at him.

"I am the one who requires tea, Mirella. Thank you. I'm… hoping it might help… my… head." Luke smiled, ruefully. Then, he looked to the table.

"Is he… smitten with her, or what?" Richard whispered quietly to Mordrid.

"I don't know. I can't tell if it's that, or he's embarrassed about… everything. Like, regretting moaning about his head, and… last night." Mordrid opined.

"I would be surprised if it didn't. I've found tea works on me for that… problem." Mirella nodded. She set the mug of steaming tea down in front of him.

"Here's to good health, then." Luke smiled as he held the mug up, poised toward her. Then, he took a sip. "Cheers, Miss. It's quite soothing."

Mirella smiled at him with a nod, then finished the rest of her tasks.

Mordrid, Richard, and Finn exchanged curious looks with one another while side eyeing their comrade.

The men were enjoying their meal, and discussing the task ahead of them, when the door opened and Nigel entered the meeting chamber.

Nigel stopped in his tracks and closed his eyes briefly, inhaling the aromas of the foods he had been craving for the last couple of days.

The Sheriff stood from his chair.

"Nigel. What the hell are you doing out of your rooms?" he demanded.

Nigel opened his eyes and walked toward them.

"Milord, I've been thinking. You're going to need me to accompany you whether you want to admit it, or — " Nigel started to say, but was abruptly cut off.

"No." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"Milord, hear me — "

"No, Nigel." he sighed, folding his arms.

"I won't even be doing anything. I'd only be there to offer advice, and supervise to make sure none of you wrec — make sure it's taken down properly. I could even do it while sitting on something, if it would make you feel any bet — "

"Nigel, if you were well enough to come all that way and do that in your state, by rights, you should be well enough to return to full duties." a beat. "Guess what, lad? You're not ready for that. I cannot just cherry pick the things you can safely perform, and things you cannot. We have your physician father staying in your rooms, and your betrothed. They're here for a reason. The answer is no, Nigel."

"Yes, Milord." Nigel sighed, resignedly.

"When all of the materials are here, you shall be permitted to stand by to supervise the assembly, and of course, you'll be there to instruct Nichol and the rest of the men how exactly to use that… damn thing. For now, you are not leaving this castle. Satan's teeth!" the Sheriff huffed.

"As you wish, Milord." Nigel nodded.

Just then, the door opened and the sentry announced Leofwin Rainecourt's arrival.

"Send him in." Nottingham instructed him.

Within moments, Leofwin appeared. He gave a scornful look to Nigel as he strode toward him.

"Nigel, what do you think you're doing? Come back to your rooms at once!" Leofwin said, sternly. He nodded a greeting to the Sheriff and the rest of the men. "Forgive me, Milord. I need my son to be more compliant."

Just as Nigel was about to respond, the Sheriff spoke.

"It's fine, Leofwin. All of us here except for Nichol are headed somewhere after we fortify ourselves. We will be disassembling a rather large… training apparatus that Nigel built. He came here to give us a few pointers regarding the task." he said, smoothly.

Nigel looked to the floor and grinned.

"I see." Leofwin nodded.

"Perhaps you two could join us as we break our fast?" the Sheriff suggested.

"That won't be — "

"I'd like to, Father." Nigel said.

"You must give your belly a break, Son." Leofwin warned him, softly.

"Last night, I ate the same foods everyone else was served. I didn't die from it, Father." Nigel reminded him.

"Fine. Only one strip of ham with your eggs. You shall return to your rooms right after that." Leofwin said, firmly.

"Very well." Nigel sighed.

"You're not joining us?" the Sheriff asked.

"No. Thank you, Milord. I've already sent for trays. I'll keep my future daughter in law company." Leofwin smiled.

"Will you be seeing Thomas today?" the Sheriff asked.

"Yes. I expect to be seeing Tom around midday." Leofwin nodded.

"Tell him I'll be needing a word with him when I return. Probably after the gloaming."

"Of course, Milord." Leofwin nodded.

"We'll make sure Nigel returns to his rooms after he is fortified." the Sheriff said, assuredly.

"Thank you, Milord." Leofwin nodded. Then, he turned and took his leave of them.

"Cheers for that, Milord." Nigel smiled.

"Come. Sit down and get some nourishment into you. You're looking a bit pale." the Sheriff directed him.

"Ha! Still look a damn sight better than the kid — if I do say so." Nigel scoffed, nodding to Luke.

Luke sighed, then sipped of his mulberry juice. He was still shielding his eyes using his free hand.

"Having trouble with your vision, kid?" Nigel taunted him. He smirked and took a seat at the table.

"Nigel!" Richard quietly admonished him.

"My eyes are fine. It's just… very bright… in here." Luke muttered.

"It's an absolute joke that I'm stuck here, yet you're accompanying them — in the bleeding state you're in. You're liable to seriously injure, or even kill yourself in the process. Ha! You've no idea what you're getting into, do you?" Nigel scoffed. He reached for a pitcher of orange juice and poured some into a goblet.

"Nigel! That is enough. There's a good reason why you're staying here, and why Luke is coming with us. He's not getting special treatment and instructed to lounge around in his rooms today, because he was too stupid to not get sloshed last night!" the Sheriff huffed.

"Of course. But, I am concerned he's not fit for it. He could really harm himself in the state he is in, Milord." Nigel said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Really?" Luke sighed.

"Really. The materials that were used for it are heavy, Luke. It might seem like a menial task to you right now, but you need to be sharp. For safety's sake." Nigel said.

"Well, that doesn't sound good." Duke Farnsworth sighed.

"Dear God. Seriously?" Robert asked.

"You'll see." Richard frowned.

"I'm sure I'll be fine." Luke shrugged.

"We shall see." the Sheriff nodded. Then, he looked to Nigel. "Your point is duly noted, Nigel." he said.

"Yes, Milord." Nigel nodded. He took a bite of ham and closed his eyes momentarily, savouring the flavour.

"He's still a better choice to bring than you, Nigel. Luke isn't requiring stitches to hold him together at the moment." the Sheriff said.

"Milord, if something goes wrong, nothing is going to hold him together. Just saying." Nigel shrugged.

"Fuck." Mordrid muttered.

"We will be mindful. Thank you for pointing that out. Now, fortify yourselves. All of you. We've a busy day ahead." the Sheriff said.

Lady Aeleanna was coming out of Nigel's chambers and starting down the corridor. She was heading to see Lady Rhiannon about the plans for the ladies this day. She only made it a dozen steps when one of the doors opened and Lady Demetria stepped out, with her cape draped over her arm.

"Good morrow, Milady." Demetria smiled.

"Good morrow. Are you leaving now?" Aeleanna asked, nodding to her cape.

"Yes. Soon, I imagine. Mordrid asked me to give him an hour when he left. It's time. I'm heading downstairs to wait outside the Council Quarters." Demetria said.

"Did you eat something, at least?" Aeleanna asked.

"Yes. My husband sent for a tray for me. It arrived to his rooms soon after he left for the meeting." Demetria explained.

"I hope we see each other again soon. Before the wedding. I also hope to see you with Officer Mordrid at our wedding, Lady Demetria." Aeleanna smiled.

"My warmest congratulations to you. I'm pleased for Nigel. He found himself a good one. He deserves it." Demetria smiled. "We must arrange to meet soon. I'll have Mordrid give the directions to our home to your betrothed. You come out to visit anytime, my dear."

"Thank you, Lady Demetria. That is kind of you." Aeleanna smiled.

Just then, they were joined by Lady Kaeliss who was softly approaching them in the corridor. The ladies exchanged greetings, then Aeleanna spoke.

"Are you leaving us this morning, too?"

"No, actually. Milord Sheriff apparently suggested to Nichol that I remain here until the men return later this evening. Nichol told me he said it was the least he could do since we were subjected to the miserable "purple woman". " Aeleanna smirked using air quotes.

Both ladies began to giggle.

"Perfect! We are going to keep Felicia occupied this day. You can now join us! I was just heading to the Nottinghams' chambers to speak to Lady Rhiannon about that." Aeleanna smiled.

"I just wish I didn't have to wear this gown all day. It's perfect for a special occasion, but… " Kaeliss sighed.

"You have similar colouring to Lady Rhiannon, and appear close to her size. She's loaned me a couple of gowns since I've been here. Im sure we can ask her to offer one for you for the day?" Aeleanna suggested.

"That would be grand. This one I'm wearing is too open at the top. It's too chill to wear it for very long." Kaeliss said. She turned to Demetria. "You look like you're leaving. I do hope to see you again sometime soon."

"I would like that, Lady Kaeliss. We were just talking about that." Demetria said, nodding to Aeleanna.

The ladies bid Lady Demetria a safe journey home, then they continued on their way.

Back in the Council Quarters, the Sheriff was calling for the attention of his men at the completion of their meal.

"Alright, men. We've an arduous task ahead, so everyone head to the stables." he directed them.

The men nodded and stood from their chairs, with the exception, of course, of Nigel and Nichol.

"Except for you, Luke." the Sheriff said. He noticed the curious expressions his men were exhibiting. "Luke and I will be right behind you. We shall meet you at the portcullis. Mordrid? Do you need to get your lady? Is she ready to leave with us?"

"She is likely waiting outside the meeting chamber, Milord. My wife and I arranged this when I left her this morning." Mordrid nodded.

"Good." he said

The men began to file out of the room.

Luke looked down, shielding his eyes. He grabbed the mug from the table that still had some tea in it and began to drink of it.

"I do wish you'd concede to my coming along, Milord." Nigel said.

"You know why we cannot do that. We went over this alread — "

"I know. I respect your wishes. Just… please be careful with the kid." Nigel said softly, nodding to Luke.

"Of course, lad. Noted." the Sheriff said.

"Don't forget to start with the — "

"I've got it, Nigel. Don't concern yourself with that. Try and keep yourself… calm this day." he sighed.

"Sure. Milord." Nigel smirked.

"Nigel! I'm not jesting." the Sheriff said, sternly.

"Yes, Milord." Nigel nodded. He looked to Luke. "Mind yourself today. Alright, kid? You'll thank me later."

"Of course. It will be fine." Luke nodded.

"Sure." Nigel scoffed, then looked to Nichol. "If you need any… help with anything, you know where to find me."

"Nice try, Nigel. There's others who will be here. Just be at ease and rest." Nichol said.

Nigel nodded, then bid them all a good day. He turned from them and took his leave.

When Nigel exited the meeting chamber, he noticed Mordrid assisting Lady Demetria with her cape. They were stood in front of a bench at the wall outside of the meeting room.

Mordrid noticed him and nodded for him to approach.

"Try and stay in your rooms today, mate. We've got this from here." Mordrid said.

"I should be there." Nigel sighed.

"Take it easy. You'll be back with us in no time if you do that as much as possible." Mordrid said.

"Sure." Nigel scoffed. He looked to Lady Demetria. "It was good to see you again, Lady Demetria. I hope to see you at the wedding." he smiled.

"Of course, I'll be in attendance. I'm pleased for you, Nigel. I'm thrilled you survived your injury. And, Lady Aeleanna is lovely." she smiled.

"Thank you, Milady." Nigel nodded.

Demetria looked to her husband.

"Mordrid. I'd like you to give directions to our home to Nigel and Nichol for Ladies Aeleanna and Kaeliss." Demetria said.

"Of course, my love." Mordrid smiled.

"Make sure he doesn't forget, Nigel. Us ladies would like to keep in touch." Demetria smirked, while nodding beside her to Mordrid.

"Of course, Lady Demetria. I'm sure my Leanna would like that." Nigel smiled. Then, his expression turned serious when he looked to Mordrid. "Mind yourself today. You blokes seriously have no idea what you're in for." he said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"I guess I'm about to find out." Mordrid scoffed.

"It's the kid I'm worried about, Mordrid. Oddly." Nigel sighed. "Make sure he doesn't fu — mess up. He could hurt himself. Or, possibly someone else." Nigel warned.

"I'll keep that in mind. Cheers, Nigel. Perhaps I'll see you tonight?"

"Ha! If you can stay awake for that." Nigel smirked. He bid them farewell, then headed toward the staircase.

Nichol stood from his seat and grabbed his walking stick after the men stepped out of the Council Quarters.

"I'm going to have a tray sent upstairs for my lady. I'll leave you two alone for a few moments." Nichol said. He nodded to them both, then left the meeting chamber.

"I'm sure I know what this is about, Milord. Can we talk somewhere that's more… dimly lit?" Luke asked. He sighed.

"You shall be outside soon. You might just as well get inured to the light, Luke. Now, what news of Drake?" the Sheriff asked, pointedly.

"He arrived just… over two hours after you and I spoke last night." Luke said. He looked downcast. He was certain it was probably two and a half hours, but he felt slightly better being vague about it.

"Why am I not surprised!" Nottingham huffed. "What was his mood like?"

"I… don't know, Milord." Luke lied. "He just… headed straight to his rooms. Went inside. Closed the door. He didn't see me."

"That's good, Luke. You passed the first test."

"When will you confront him?" Luke asked, curiously.

"Not just yet. But, I'm watching him." the Sheriff said, his eyebrow shot north, knowingly. He sighed, then straightened his expression. "Let's go, Luke. The sooner we get this absolute bollocks over with, the better. Trust me."

Luke nodded and they both headed to the door. Once they stepped outside the meeting chamber, they were met with Nichol, who was coming from the direction of the Dining Hall, where he had accessed the kitchen to make the food request.

The Sheriff had a quick word with Nichol, who assured him he would take over from here.

"Mordrid, Robert, and Luke will be returning with wagons loaded with materials to go to the training area. We need them offloaded. The men who are assigned to the Nettlestone project will be hard at work all day, and repeating this on the morrow. Therefore, convene the following to unload the wagons when the time comes: Ancel, Gerad, Alex, Drake, Adam, Castor, Emory, and get Aldred from the dungeon. He's a big bloke. I'm sure Joseph can spare him for awhile." Nottingham directed him.

"Of course. It will be done." Nichol nodded.

"You'll be needed, too, Nic. You'll need to direct them where to place everything in the training area. You'll know best where the materials should be kept, and out of the way. You need to be there so you can see what you're dealing with." the Sheriff sighed. "You're the Weapons Specialist, and the Weapons Trainer. This is your field of expertise." he said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Oh. I see. You're right." Nichol nodded, though he seemed slightly distracted.

The Sheriff guessed what his friend was thinking about.

"She may as well stay another night, Nic. I'd forgotten you'd be needed once we brought the wagons full of… bollocks back." the Sheriff said. He looked to Luke and winked.

Luke scoffed, then looked downcast.

"Hmm. Perhaps that's best. I don't want her to be too late arriving home. Cheers." Nic smiled.

"Of course, Nic. Oh, and when you let Aldred know he'll be needed, alert Joseph that there may be a prisoner or two arriving sometime between now and after midday, if Ancel's team has any luck."

"Of course, Milord." Nichol said. "Don't think he'll be too happy about that, but, I will inform him."

"Good. You can always delegate another to get the message to him, Nic. Keep that in mind."

"Got it." Nichol nodded.

The Sheriff nodded, then directed Luke to walk with him. They both turned and headed toward the front doors of the castle.

When Rhiannon opened the door, she was expecting to see Lady Margaret holding the baby on the other side of it. She smiled at both of the ladies.

"Good morrow, Lady Rhiannon." Aeleanna smiled. "It turns out, Lady Kaeliss will be joining us this day. Isn't that marvellous?"

"Oh. Indeed! It is. I'm sure Felicia will appreciate the company." Rhiannon smiled.

"Yes. Milord suggested it to Nichol, since Nichol is in charge here this day. Nichol will escort me home when the men return." Kaeliss explained.

"Perfect!" Rhiannon smiled.

Rhiannon was hoping that Lady Margaret was taking her time to bring Edison back to her. These ladies seemed like lovely women, but she didn't know them well enough to explain the entire situation, nor did she have the energy to do so.

"Would you like to come in?" she asked.

"We only came to see what the plan was for Felicia. And… if you might have a gown to spare for Lady Kaeliss to wear this day." Aeleanna said.

"I would be grateful, Lady Rhiannon. I wasn't expecting this, and… this one is not nearly warm enough." Kaeliss said, nodding to the evening gown she was wearing. "Even a shawl to cover me would be absolutely perfect." she added.

"Of course. I can offer both to you, Lady Kaeliss." Rhiannon smiled. She then addressed both of them. "Do come in, ladies. I'll get you sorted with that." she said, gesturing for them to enter inside the chambers.

Rhiannon held the door for them and the ladies entered into the den. She decided that if Lady Margaret came by, she'd ask her to return at a later time. Then, she would need to make arrangements with Hildith to take over minding the baby.

"When will we be gathering?" Aeleanna asked.

"Probably mid morning. I'll need to round up the other four." Rhiannon said as she closed the door.

"That sounds perfect." Kaeliss smiled.

"Good. Why don't you ladies take a seat? I'll bring an assortment of gowns, and a few shawls from my wardrobe out here for you to choose from, Lady Kaeliss. The… room is a mess right now." Rhiannon lied, nodding to the bedchamber doors.

"Thank you, Lady Rhiannon. I am most grateful." Kaeliss smiled.

"I'm looking forward to this. This will be the most excitement I've had since our private ladies party last night, and when Nigel proposed to me. It was all doom and gloom before Thursday night." Aeleanna said. She shook her head and softly sighed.

"I can't imagine it, Lady Aeleanna. I'm rather glad I didn't know Nichol when he was nearly mortally injured three years ago." Kaeliss frowned.

"Yes. It's been… difficult." Aeleanna sighed.

"And, you've handled it with grace, Lady Aela. I'm sure you're one of the biggest reasons that Officer Nigel is improving." Rhiannon said.

"I should say the healer team is the biggest reason, Lady Rhiannon. I am grateful Milord Sheriff and Richard brought me here straightway to see him, though." Aeleanna smiled.

"Indeed. Please, be seated, ladies. I'll be out directly with several gowns for you to choose from, Lady Kaeliss." Rhiannon smiled.

The ladies seated themselves on a sofa by the fireplace, as Rhiannon headed inside the bedchamber.

Ancel had a strong feeling that he should be quite prepared for this task when he was informed that he would be needed to revisit the murder scene. So, he decided to bring his new longbow that Samson crafted for him a sennight ago, as well as a sword, plus a dagger strapped to his right leg inside his boot.

The men were at the tree line, well back of where the guard's body had been found. Duke Farnsworth had told them that after Richard did the necessary drawings requested by the Sheriff, the three men buried the body.

"Gerad wondered if that was such a good idea." Alex was quietly telling Ancel and Castor. "I'm with him on that decision. If that Godwin bloke shows — "

"He will show. If not him, one or more of whoever else henchmen the Baron has sent to track Luke's sister will definitely be here." Ancel said with a knowing gaze.

"Wouldn't they have been here by now, then? How is it ye are so confident?" Castor demanded.

"Because the bloke is obviously very astute, Castor. One doesn't manage to escape capture for serious charges by two different Sheriffs at the same time if they are not highly intelligent. And, since he's astute, he will return. Or, he'll delegate another sent by Napier to do it. I'm sure of it." Ancel said, assuredly.

"Hmm. Guess that explains why ye are armed to the teeth." Castor frowned, shaking his head. "How is it ye know all of this? Do ye know this Salinger bloke?"

"Of course, I don't, Castor. I'm from the south. It's logic, is all it is. A smart man isn't going to leave evidence behind. Damning evidence, at that. He'll be back." Ancel said, confidently. He pushed some strands of dark hair away from his eyes.

"You do make a point." Alex said.

"Aye. It… kind of makes sense." Castor shrugged.

"I'll leave you two to ponder that a moment." Ancel chuckled. He started to move away from them.

"Where are you going?" Alex asked.

"Relax, Alex. I'll return directly. I need to relieve myself. Only one other person gets to see it. I'm not about to whip it out here, in front of you two." Ancel sighed.

"Really? A lady, ye mean?" Castor scoffed.

"Maybe. No more questions. I don't kiss and tell." Ancel said with a knowing quirk of his brow. Then, he turned and walked farther north along the tree line.

Castor and Alex exchanged knowing looks with one another.

"Rebeccah." they each said softly, in perfect unison. Then, they began to quietly chuckle.

Once he was about fifty yards away from them, he stopped and took care of the matter, close to a tree. He could hear the sound of horses' hooves, a muffled clopping noise along the snow covered path to his right. The horses slowed, then came to a stop.

Ancel quickly fastened his leather breeches then proceeded toward the sound, staying hidden from view of the path. Soon, he noticed two men upon horseback, stopped on the path.

"Are you sure this is where Godwin said we need to be? I'm not seeing a damn thing, Lucan!"

Ancel scoffed, shaking his head.

"Ha! Knew you'd come." he whispered, inaudibly.

Ancel reached behind his shoulder and grabbed an arrow from his quiver, then quickly loaded his longbow. He shot off an arrow aimed for a tree in the direction that Castor and Alex were currently keeping watch; out of sight of the men on the path, and well enough away from Castor and Alex, yet close enough they would see it.

"I'm sure of it. You were there! He said it was just north of the Inn where he got that guard." the young ginger haired fellow said.

"Then… where the hell is the body, Lucan?"

"Who cares? We're not here for the body, Isaac. We're here for the dagger. You know. The one used to slash the bloke's throat?" he huffed. "We might as well look for the girl while we're at it. That's what Baron Napier wants. He's the one paying our wages." Lucan said.

"We must be close. That Inn is just up ahead. I've been there before. We should dismount." the young dark haired man suggested.

"Please do!" Ancel whispered quietly, a devious grin spread across his face.

"Agreed. Let's get them secure." Lucan said, nodding to their horses.

As the two young men dismounted from their horses, Alex and Castor were quick to answer the summons.

"You called?" Castor scoffed.

"What is it, Ancel?" Alex asked.

"We've got company, men." Ancel whispered, nodding in the direction of the two men.

Alex and Castor turned to get a look at them.

"Looks like a pair of travellers to me." Castor shrugged.

"Oh, they have travelled, alright. From Grimsby. They mentioned Godwin, the Baron, the murder weapon, and the method used to kill the guard. They even mentioned Felicia. They were sent by Salinger to get the dagger. I just heard the whole damn conversation, clear as day. Pair of fools!" a beat. "They're working for Napier." Ancel whispered, exhaling sharply.

"Seems we have a couple of prisoners to capture, then." Castor said with his eyebrow raised, knowingly.

"Indeed." Alex grinned.

"Let's do this, men." Ancel said.

They waited a time for the two men to secure their horses to trees, just south of where they stood, observing. Then, they swiftly approached, their weapons drawn.

It was three quarters of an hour later when the three men arrived to the castle, with the two prisoners in tow. They handed off their horses, plus the extra two belonging to the prisoners, to Gervase in the stables. Then, the prisoners were led to the doors of the castle.

Once they entered inside and established with the Scribe that Nichol was inside the meeting chamber, Ancel directed Alex and Castor to remain in the corridor with the prisoners while he would have a word with Nichol.

The sentry opened the door of the Council Quarters to announce Ancel's arrival. Nichol nodded for him to show Ancel inside.

Within moments, Ancel strode into the chamber and walked toward Nichol.

"That was fast. Where's Alex and Cas?" Nichol asked. He stood from his chair and grabbed his walking stick.

"Just outside in the corridor, Nichol." Ancel said.

"Weren't you instructed to stay at that location until midday?"

"Yes. But, our mission is complete." Ancel nodded.

"You got the man responsible for the murder?" Nichol asked.

"No. Not him. It turns out the Captain, Mordrid, and Richard were correct about their prediction. It was Godwin Salinger who killed the guard, but he isn't the one who came looking for the dagger he dropped." Ancel hinted.

"Who was it, Ancel? Did you kill him? Or, did you bring a prisoner with you?" Nichol asked, firmly.

"We have two of Napier's men out in the corridor. I listened in on them before the three of us went after them. They mentioned Godwin, the dagger they were looking for, the Baron, the murder of the guard and precisely how he was killed. They also mentioned Luke's sister. They were sent by Salinger to retrieve the dagger." Ancel explained. He finished with an eyebrow raised, knowingly.

"Perfect! Well done." Nichol smiled. He was glad he decided to visit the dungeon earlier to have a word with Joseph and Aldred.

"We also brought the horses they were riding." Ancel added.

Nichol scoffed before he responded.

"At this rate, Milord shall need to commission builders to erect another structure full of stalls to expand the stables." he sighed, shaking his head. "Swear to Christ, there's horses coming out the arse around here."

"Indeed." Ancel nodded. He looked down and softly chuckled.

"Did you happen to get names?" Nichol pressed him.

"Yes. The ginger bloke is named Lucan. The other dark haired one is Isaac." Ancel said.

"Good. As soon as they return I'll inform Milord. Thank you, Ancel." Nichol said.

"Just one thing about that." Ancel said.

"What's that? When I inform him, you mean?"

"Yes. With respect, I recommend you… not mention this to him in Luke's presence."

Nichol regarded him with a questioning quirk of his brow.

"These two were talking about looking for Felicia once they found the dagger. The one named Lucan said that's what the Baron wants. Luke is too biased. He's much too involved in this to keep a clear head — whether he's straight or not." Ancel suggested.

"Hmm. Good point. Your suggestion is duly noted. Well done, Ancel. Alert Alex and Castor that the three of you will be needed later, probably close to the gloaming. Mordrid, Robert, and Luke will be returning with wagons filled with materials used for Nigel's obstacle course. Milord was specific about who would be assigned to unload the wagons and take the materials to the training area. You three were mentioned." Nichol said.

"Of course, Nichol." Ancel agreed.

"Once you've handed off the prisoners to Joseph, I need you to then inform Gerad, Drake, Adam, and Emory that they will also be needed at that time to unload the wagons, as well. Until then, you're all free, except Emory… and another whom I've already notified." Nichol instructed.

"It will be done, Nichol." Ancel said.

"Good. Get the prisoners secure in the dungeon." Nichol directed him.

Ancel nodded, then took his leave to complete his task.

The Sheriff and his men had arrived to Guy's manor in Nettlestone and had just secured their horses. The Sheriff and Guy led them as they exited the stables, then walked between the stables and the manor towards the back.

"Where exactly is this?" Finn asked them, curiously.

"Way out in the back property, Finn. Don't worry — " the Sheriff began to say.

"You'll see it. It's about one hundred yards away, but once you see it, you can't miss it." Guy added with a smirk.

Robert and Duke Farnsworth looked to each other with concerned expressions on their faces.

Luke was shielding his eyes, silently praying clouds would roll in. The glare on the snow was hard to handle as his head was still aching.

They arrived to the back of the manor and the two men led the rest of them as they continued behind the manor, making a left then heading to the back property. It was as Guy had described. About one hundred yards away, close to a tree line. They could tell it was going to be very large.

Luke's eyes widened when he saw it. He stopped in his tracks a moment, quite stunned at what he was seeing.

Everyone except for the Sheriff, Gisborne, and Richard had the same reaction as Luke.

"What the… actual hell?" Mordrid asked, astonished at the size of it.

"Wait. You're telling me that Nigel built that thing? Alone? With… respect, Milord." Finn asked.

"Yes." the Sheriff said.

"It's true. I helped with some bits, but he pretty much did ninety five percent of it." Richard added.

"Oh, my word!" Robert sighed. He put a palm to his forehead and shook his head.

"Two days, my left bollock!" Luke spat.

"What's that, Luke?" the Sheriff asked, curtly.

"Milord. There's no way. We'll need more than two days to haul all of… that back to the castle. I mean… look at it? That's going to take up our whole damn training area, and… I'm not being funny about it." Luke frowned.

"He does have a point, Milord." Mordrid said.

"I'll say!" Duke Farnsworth sighed.

"We will figure it out. Nigel managed to figure it out all by himself. He designed it, constructed it, and managed to not kill himself training on — " the Sheriff said firmly, but was cut off.

"That's astonishing." Mordrid scoffed.

"We're doing this, men. Satan's teeth! I'm not exactly excited about this, either, but the plan remains the same. We are transporting the materials back to the castle." the Sheriff instructed them.

They reluctantly agreed, and proceeded to follow the Sheriff and Guy towards the obstacle course.

Just at mid morning, Lady Rhiannon was standing in the den of the private chambers. She held her cape over her arm as she spoke with Hildith.

"I appreciate this, Hildith. Something has come up. It has to do with one of the Black Knights' family. One of my lord husband's top men. One of… the good ones." Rhiannon said. She softly sighed and looked downcast.

"Ah, yes. You must mean Officer Luke, Milady Rhiannon. He's pleasant to everyone around here. Can't imagine a man like him ever having an enemy to worry about. Can't think of anyone who works for Milord Sheriff who doesn't like Officer Luke." Hildith nodded with a smile.

"Indeed. Well, that's all I can say about it, and I trust you to keep this confidential." Rhiannon said, firmly.

"Of course, Milady Rhiannon." Hildith nodded. "Any further instructions apart from the usual in regards to the wee boy?" she asked, nodding behind her to the bedchamber doors — where the child was currently enjoying quiet time in his cradle with his teddy toy.

"Proceed as usual. The only difference is you'll be feeding him his midday meal. He likes puréed carrots, peas. And, he loves sweet potatoes. They must be well mashed and the consistency needs to be thinned a bit for him. He also enjoys mashed bananas. If he seems hungry a few hours after that, give him his goat's milk. The rest of the instructions, you're familiar with. And, of course, he'll need two drops of his wormwood and mint elixir a half hour prior to feeding time." a beat. "Trust me. If you forget that part you'll be cursing yourself. The wailing is… well… otherworldly, to be frank about it." Rhiannon sighed.

Hildith looked down briefly to conceal a chuckle, then looked up into her soft aqua coloured eyes.

"Right. Two drops of the wormwood mint elixir a half hour prior to… buffet time, from the sounds of it. Were the foods you listed meant for me to choose from when making the kitchen request? Or, am I to make sure he eats… all of those things?" Hildith asked, narrowing her blue eyes in confusion.

"He may have a small amount of the thinned sweet potatoes, a small amount of puréed carrots, goat's milk, and a third of a mashed small banana. If they're short on carrots this day, substitute that with the puréed peas." Rhiannon said. She sighed softly, shaking her head.

"I see. Good. I thought that seemed an excessive amount for a child his age. I'm a mother, too, Milady." Hildith smiled.

"And, that's why you're good at this. I expect I'll be back, up to late afternoon. I'm aiming for earlier. However, that depends on… his… family." Rhiannon muttered.

"Understood, Milady. Do not fret. Your wee lad — "

"It is Edison. His name is Edison." Rhiannon said.

"What a delightful name! Edison shall be looked after, Milady. Don't worry about a thing. Shall I arrange to have hot water sent for you for a hot soak for late afternoon? I will, of course, mind the wee boy while you do that." Hildith offered.

"That would be perfect. Thank you Hildith. You're a gem." Rhiannon smiled.

The sunlight that was hitting the structure that Nigel built was casting a shadow on the glinting snow covered ground that made the obstacle course appear even larger. The four Black Knights noticed this as they drew closer to it, following the Sheriff, and the three other top ranking men.

"We'll never get this job done." Luke sighed, shaking his head.

"You must admit, it is impressive, Luke." Richard said.

"I'm not arguing that. It is impressive. When Nigel constructed it he had a clear plan." Luke said. "I hope he gave good instructions to Milord. Maybe he was right? Maybe Milord should have permitted him to join us?" he pondered.

"We've got this, Luke. If Nigel could do it, so can we. If you keep telling yourself that… we might be able to pull this off." Mordrid said, softly.

"That… doesn't sound too encouraging." Finn frowned.

"I just wish he were here with us. I can't begin to imagine where the hell we should start?" Luke huffed.

"Except for the rocks, there will be at least two of us carrying the… cursed poles. Unless they're heavier than I'm guessing, in which case we'll need three men to balance it. As for the ones that I'm guessing Nigel hops across; I can't tel the exact height of those poles from here, but we can carry those on our own, I think. Depending on… how much of them are below ground." Mordrid said. He looked down and sighed.

"Sounds fair." Richard nodded.

"Seems a good plan to me." Finn agreed.

"Ha! Don't you see? This is going to take us days. We should insist he bring more men with us on the morrow. This is… insane." Luke sighed. He shook his head, still shielding his eyes.

"You'll be needing two hands to carry those poles and rocks, Luke. You might just as well remove that security blanket from your brows, and face the light." Mordrid suggested. He scoffed.

"Damn it! It makes my… head worse. Fuck!" Luke exclaimed in a whisper.

"Good. Get it out now, Luke. Because… you know he's not going to want to hear it." Richard warned, nodding ahead of them to the Sheriff.

"This is the worst assignment ever." Luke muttered. He exhaled, sharply.

"Only because you're hurting, mate. You'll feel better in a few hours." Mordrid smirked.

Isabelle waited a bit until she knew the ladies would be meeting in the Gisbornes' chambers. She left her own quarters, then headed toward Officer Nigel's door, all the while wondering why she was asked to bring her cape with her for the meet up with the ladies? She carried her cape over her arm as she walked.

Soon, she arrived to the door. Leofwin swiftly answered the knock and showed her inside, greeting her with a warm smile.

"Thought you'd be with the ladies, Lady Isabelle?" Leofwin asked.

"Yes. I will be meeting them soon. I thought I'd stop by and see Nigel on my way there." Isabelle said.

"That's kind of you to check in. I'll let him know you're here." Leofwin smiled.

Leofwin headed to the bedchamber doors, while Isabelle waited in the den.

A few moments later, he instructed her to go ahead. Isabelle smiled as she nodded to him, then walked to the bedchamber doors and knocked.

"Come in." Nigel called out.

Isabelle opened one of the doors and stepped inside. Nigel was seated on a chair by the window. She closed the door and walked toward him.

Nigel stood from his chair to greet her. He didn't realize he moved too fast until he felt a pulling and a sharp pain in the area of his wound. He held on to the arm of the chair, looked down and took a couple of deep breaths.

Isabelle frowned, and stopped a few feet away from him. He looked up and smiled. The sunlight streaming in the window behind him reflected on his shiny dark blonde hair, and made his green eyes twinkle. Her face softened as he smiled at her.

"Please. Be seated, Officer Nigel." Isabelle said.

"I was surprised when my father told me you had come to see me." Nigel said. He resumed his position on the chair, and nodded for her to take a seat, as well.

"I wanted to make sure you were… faring well." Isabelle nodded. She sat on a chair that was across from him.

"Really? You saw me last night, Milady. With respect, of course. This isn't about that. What can I do for you, Lady Isabelle?" Nigel asked, with a knowing quirk of his brow.

Isabelle sighed and looked to her lap a moment.

"Do you remember when you were training with crossbows almost a sennight ago, Officer Nigel?" she asked as she looked up and met his gaze.

"I do. Correct me if I'm wrong, but… didn't I see you riding a palfrey in the field next to us? Ladies Nottingham and Gisborne were there."

"Yes. I was guiding the palfrey near the fence line and I heard you say something to Officer Richard. I've been… curious ever since." Isabelle began.

"Alright?" Nigel narrowed his green eyes, questioningly.

"You mentioned a… Dead Man's Curve. I've been wondering. Where is… that place?"

"Seriously?" he scoffed. "You have no business knowing anything about it, Milady. It's dangerous, and quite nefarious characters like to convene in… convene there to drink. Some take poison. And… well, I'm sure you can imagine what that can lead to. Not just debauchery, but serious injury." a beat. "It's a bad place. Nothing but negative energy there. You don't want to know." Nigel frowned.

"You see, I've heard it mentioned before — "

"It's in Sherwood Forest. And, that's all I'm saying. I'm only telling you this because Sherwood covers a vast area, and also because I'm confident you're not fool enough to go for a jaunt on your own through that cursed forest. Even in a carriage is dicey. You'd be an absolute fool to do such a thing. And, I know you're not." a beat. "I heard you." Nigel smirked.

"Pardon?" Isabelle asked, visibly puzzled.

"I heard your voice at one point. I tried, but was unable to open my eyes or speak… but I heard you. Some of it, anyway. It's the last thing I remember before I woke up after they… fixed me." Nigel said, softly.

"I was first to arrive once you were brought back here." Isabelle nodded.

"It was comforting. You said you were there to look after me. Then, I heard something about… an apprentice of an apprentice. And, that was it." Nigel shrugged.

"Yes. You did hear me." Isabelle smiled. Her blue eyes twinkled, merrily.

"Ask no more about that place, Lady Isabelle. Do not seek it. No good will come of it. Understood?" Nigel said, firmly.

"Yes, Officer Nigel. Understood." Isabelle nodded. "I'm pleased to see your recovery is coming along. You gave us all a scare."

"Not intentionally." Nigel frowned.

"But, didn't you intentionally take that arrow to protect Milord Sheriff?"

"I suppose I did. That's what everyone who witnessed it keeps telling me. I do not remember it." Nigel shrugged.

"Perhaps that is best, until you've heal — "

"There's that word again." Nigel muttered.

"Officer Nigel?" Isabelle asked. She narrowed her blue eyes, bewildered by his comment.

"Since you're, apparently, the apprentice of an apprentice of… Thomas, I gather? Have I got that right?"

Isabelle nodded.

"Right. Well, let me educate you on a couple of points, since you're the only one with a hope in hell of really listening. A body cannot heal in a starved state. It needs motion, too." Nigel said, his eyebrow raised, knowingly.

"You took an arrow into your belly. Being mindful of your intake makes sense." Isabelle reminded him.

"Figures. They already have you brainwashed." Nigel sighed.

"It's logic." Isabelle argued. "An understanding of the human body would point to that."

Nigel scoffed.

"I can see that apprenticeship thing you've got going is working. You sound just like my father!" he chortled.

"Indeed. I've kept you long enough. I should go. I'm a bit late meeting the ladies." Isabelle said. She stood from the chair.

Nigel prepared to get up from his chair.

"It's fine, Officer Nigel. Be at ease." Isabelle said.

"No. I can manage it, Milady." Nigel said, firmly. Then, he stood before her.

"I'm looking forward to your nuptials. Your lady is, too, it would seem." Isabelle smiled.

"Yes, finally. She was shocked for a good while, initially."

"Rather strange when you had a long courtship." Isabelle pointed out.

"It was not like any other normal courtship, Milady Isabelle. There was a lot of time spent apart when I was away on whatever assignments." Nigel explained.

"I see. That makes sense. I'm pleased for you both, and pleased to see you're looking so much better. Thank you for your time. There's no need to mention… what we talked about… to anyone. I was only curious… you see." Isabelle stammered.

"Curiosity is one thing. That's fine, if it stops there. I won't divulge that part to anyone, Milady — unless you do something stupid." Nigel said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Of course." Isabelle nodded.

Then, she turned and took leave of him, leaving Nigel unsettled as to the reason she was asking him about Dead Man's Curve — of all cursed places?

A short time later, Isabelle was knocking on the Gisbornes' door. There was a swift response and Rhiannon frowned when she greeted her.

"Where have you been, Isabelle? Come inside. Everyone is waiting." Rhiannon said as she motioned for her to enter.

"Forgive me. I had to take care of something. I'm here now." Isabelle said. She noticed the other five ladies were seated in the den, and greeted them as she walked toward them.

"Good. You're here." Meridwyn smiled.

"Indeed. Still trying to work out why I needed to bring my cape. Aren't you still supposed to be resting, Meridwyn?" Isabelle asked.

"It's fine, Isabelle. We're going to the balcony for a bit. It will be nice to get a breath of fresh air." Rhiannon explained. She walked toward them and stood beside Isabelle.

"It's definitely fresh, alright. If it's anything like yesterday." Kaeliss scoffed.

"Indeed. Freezing is more like it." Isabelle frowned. "But, shouldn't Meridwyn keep her legs elevated, Sister?" she asked Rhiannon.

"The balcony is close by, as you well know, Isabelle." Meridwyn said, giving her a knowing look. "It will be fine. Rhiannon is right. A bit of fresh air will do us all some good."

"Very well." Isabelle nodded.

"Thanks to all of you for keeping me company this day. I didn't expect you all to freeze, though." Felicia said.

"It will be fine, Felicia. Gets rid of that cagey feeling from being cooped up inside for a time." Aeleanna said. She looked down and softly sighed.

"Indeed." Rebeccah nodded.

"Hmm. Yes. I… I suppose… you do have a point." Felicia said. She looked to her lap. Yes, I definitely know what that cursed cagey feeling is like. Curses! I hope none of the Baron's men or his damn spies have figured out which direction I went.

"Come, Felicia. I think we're ready to go now." Rhiannon said.

Felicia stood and joined the others, and they all began to file out of the chambers.

After Meridwyn closed the door, she walked ahead to join the ladies, unaware that Rhiannon trailed behind them.

Soon, Rhiannon heard a voice calling softly to her.

"Milady Rhiannon?"

Rhiannon turned and noticed the Scribe waiting to speak to her. She frowned and her hand went to her bosom.

"Oh, no. Has he been hurt? Already?" Rhiannon asked fretfully, referring to her husband.

"No, Milady. Nothing like that. I've heard back from Galfrey." the Scribe smiled.

"Oh, good. That's a relief! When can he come by, Scribe?"

"He's expected on the morrow, just after midday. Is that to your liking, Milady?"

"Yes. That will be fine. Ladies Isabelle and Aeleanna will be joining me for the meeting with him. Thank you. I'll tell them about it." Rhiannon smiled.

The Scribe nodded, then took leave of her.

After he left, Meridwyn called out to her.

"Are you coming, Rhi? You're dithering. Are you… alright?"

"I'm fine." Rhiannon smiled as she quickened her steps to catch up to them.

"Come, ladies. It's not far. It just — " Rhiannon started to say, but was interrupted.

"I think we take that hallway just ahead, don't we?" Aeleanna asked, while pointing to it.

"Yes. That is correct." Isabelle nodded.

"How did you know that, Lady Aeleanna?" Kaeliss asked, curiously.

"That's where Nigel proposed to me on Thursday evening. Milord Sheriff made arrangements to have it beautifully decorated and warm. A lovely canopy covered the table, and there were small cauldrons used to contain a little fire. Between that and the candles, it was perfectly comfortable. There were lovely flowers on the table, as well. It was so incredibly thoughtful of Milord to organize that." Aeleanna smiled.

"That sounds absolutely sublime!" Kaeliss smiled.

"Beautiful! I'm imagining it, and it sounds lovely!" Rebeccah smiled.

"It was. I shall never forget it." Aeleanna nodded. She sighed, contentedly.

"A perfect setting for it." Rhiannon agreed. "I'm so happy that my lord husband took care of that." she smiled.

The ladies continued down the corridor toward the hallway that led out to the balcony.

Once the men had surveyed the obstacle course in its entirety, the Sheriff decided to send the three men in charge of the wagons to bring the wagons to the structure, to make loading them easier.

It was an hour past midday now, and the men had been working up a sweat. All had doffed their surcoats by now, having draped them over the back of an empty wagon. Some had removed their doublets. They had managed to get some of the poles out of the ground, and had moved the long ones that supported the frame, and the three that swung, leaving the chains attached to those ones. They had brought shovels to dig at the base of the poles used for the framework, as well as the shorter poles that Nigel used to balance on and hop across. Some of the men were carrying the large rocks used to anchor them to one of the wagons.

When Finn and Mordrid returned to the site after loading the wagon with rocks, as Luke and Richard continued digging, the Sheriff called for their attention.

"Good effort, men. We've managed to accomplish quite a bit already. Everyone, take a break. There's sandwiches packed in a large canvas bag in the wagon that everyone's surcoats are draped over." he instructed them.

The men were grateful. Luke and Richard set the shovels down. Robert, the Duke, and Guy stopped pulling the shorter poles from the ground and they all headed over to the wagon to grab a sandwich and their flasks of water.

"Damn!" Robert said to the Sheriff and the top ranking men as they followed the Black Knights.

All three men were surprised and regarded him, curiously.

"I can't remember the last time I worked that hard. It was tough at first, but now I think I feel better for it." Robert smiled.

"Ha! Really? Don't be too zealous with this, Robert. We need you alert to steer one of those cursed wagons at the end of this. One wrong move and those heavy logs and rocks could go flying. One wrong move and you could pay with your life. Or, you could take out another of the men. Understood?" Nottingham said, firmly.

"Thought you'd be pleased, Milord?" Robert frowned.

"I am. But, I'm strenuously advising for bleeding safety's sake that you slow the fuck down between now and quitting time. Am I clear?" he sighed.

"Of course, Milord." Robert nodded.

"I'm going to catch up to Luke. I'll see you men later." the Sheriff said.

Luke was going through the pockets of his surcoat, searching for his calfskin flask, and, oddly, not saying much to his mates.

He finally located the flask and extracted it, tossing his surcoat back over the pile of other ones that were draped over the end of the wagon.

"You might want to bring that, Luke." he said, startling Luke.

Luke turned around to face him.

"Milord? What do you mean? Bring it where? I was planning to sit against one of those trees — " Luke started to say, nodding behind him to the tree line, when he was interrupted.

"Bring it there. We're both going to take our break there." the Sheriff said as he grabbed his own surcoat from the pile.

"Milord, I need to find some shade to shield me from the cursed sunlight. I'm not the best company — "

"I'm not asking, Luke. Grab your surcoat and let's go." the Sheriff said, sternly. He grabbed a couple of the wrapped sandwiches from the large canvas bag that was in the wagon, and nodded for Luke to follow him.

Luke softly sighed as he picked up his surcoat. He carried it over his arm as he walked toward the tree line with the Sheriff. He stopped and took generous swigs of water from his calfskin flask once they were under a tall evergreen tree.

"How are you feeling now, Luke?" the Sheriff asked, curiously.

"Does it matter? Im here." Luke shrugged.

"Are you starting to feel a bit more like yourself?"

"Everything aches. And, I'm thirsty. I keep having intrusive thoughts of eating the snow, and… I'm not being funny about it. Milord." Luke sighed and looked downcast. He shook his head, and took another sip of water.

"Yet, you're doing the work. It's physically taxing. Good. Tomorrow, you shall be back to your old self." a beat. "That's the Luke I need. Understand?"

"Milord? Is this… that lecture you promised? Because, I'm… confused. I thought you were going to read me the riot act. What exactly is… this, Milord?" Luke asked, waving his free hand in a circle, aiming it toward the Sheriff.

"This is me actually giving a damn to be bothered to find out what the fuck is going on with you — because I had plans for you, lad." Nottingham huffed.

"It won't be repeated, Milord." Luke said.

"It cannot happen again. This is thrice in a fortnight your conduct has been questionable." he said, sternly.

"And yet, you haven't sacked me." Luke pointed out.

"Because, you're better than that, Luke." the Sheriff sighed. He passed him one of the sandwiches. "Here. You need to eat."

Luke took it from him and began to unwrap it. Both of them seated themselves at the large base of the tree.

"There's a future for you here, Luke. But, it's up to you whether you work with it, or blow it." the Sheriff said. He took a bite of the sandwich, then washed it down with water from his flask before he continued. "You have good qualities about you. You're a natural leader. You'd be a good contender for Captain when the day comes the Duke retires from — "

"You mentioned this to me recently, but, with respect, Milord… be serious! Mordrid is clearly the best choice for that. He's been serving you for a long time and closely worked with your last two Captains. He's been groomed for the role for years." Luke said. He took a bite of the sandwich.

"Then, you can be Lieutenant when my son takes over from me when I die, or when Gis bores of it. That will be a long way into the future, but the point is, there are opportunities for you. There's opportunities for a few of you right now. Hone those skills of yours. Then, you can have that life with… Floria that you want." the Sheriff said, softly.

"Don't think I'll need to concern myself with that." Luke muttered. He took a swig of water from his flask, then capped it.

"Lad, what the hell do I need to do to keep you on the straight and narrow?" the Sheriff asked, directly.

"Don't do… anything differently, Milord. I appreciate the… consideration you give to me. I do not wish to disappoint you further. Forgive me." Luke said, softly.

"Very well. Lay off of spirits, and poisons, Luke. No more getting into fistfights, or any fights with any of your comrades. Do we understand each other?"

"Yes, Milord." Luke nodded.

"Good. Lecture complete. Get through this day and let me see your normal Luke self on the morrow."

"I'll do my best, Milord." Luke said.

"And, before we return to our… absolute bollocks task, grab a handkerchief and dry that sweat off yourself. Then, you will put your cursed clothes back on."

"I'm feeling awfully warm, Mil — "

"I couldn't give a flying rat's bald arse, Luke! You will not get yourself in a worse state — a state of sickness! Now, that would really get me hopping mad if we have that to deal with at a time like this — because you allowed yourself to let your cursed sweat freeze!" the Sheriff huffed.

"Yes, Milord." Luke sighed. He started fishing through the pockets of his surcoat, searching for his handkerchief. "What did you mean when you said there's opportunities for a few of us right now?"

"I've something in mind for a couple of the men." the Sheriff said, evasively. He took a sip of water from his flask.

Luke found the handkerchief and began to pat his face and neck with it.

"May I ask who?" Luke asked.

"Ancel and Nigel. This is strictly confidential, Luke."

"Of course, Milord." Luke nodded.

"I need to run it by the top ranking men, and I will include Nichol in that discussion for what I have in mind for Nigel. That's before I even discuss it with the two men. Not a word, Luke." Nottingham said, firmly.

"I swear it, Milord." Luke said, assuredly.

"Good. Keep drying, then button that damn doublet and get your surcoat on. We must get back and complete this task for today." the Sheriff sighed.

The ladies were back in the Gisbornes' chambers enjoying a spread of fresh bread from the hearth, chicken soup, an assortment of cheeses, fruit and nuts. Most were drinking wine, while Meridwyn and Isabelle were sipping diluted mulberry juice.

"That was a lovely view from the balcony." Rebeccah remarked, then tasted of the soup.

"Quite pretty. Too bad it's so cold outside." Kaeliss said.

"It's always nice to have a change of scenery." Rhiannon added, then sipped of her wine.

"Indeed. Cooped up in these rooms for days was making me restless. I did so much knitting that my arms were aching, for crying out loud." Meridwyn sighed.

"Oh, my! Why were you stuck in your rooms, Lady Meridwyn? If I may ask?" Kaeliss asked.

"Last Sunday night there was pain. Lady Margaret managed to get it stopped." Meridwyn said. She looked to Aeleanna. "That was the reason Thomas was conveniently present in the castle when your betrothed was brought here on Tuesday night. He was checking on me." she explained, then took a bite of cheese.

Isabelle sipped of diluted mulberry juice, then looked to her lap.

"I see. Thank goodness for that, but I'm very glad those pains stopped, Lady Meridwyn." Aeleanna nodded.

"I am, too. It's far too soon for that. I'm also glad Thomas was here for Officer Nigel. Timing was critical at that point." Meridwyn said.

"Indeed." Aeleanna said, softly. She took a sip of wine, then looked to her lap.

"I can't imagine how the men are doing such heavy work in such frigid weather today." Felicia said, changing the topic. She could sense Aeleanna's discomfiture when speaking of Officer Nigel's near mortal injury.

"They're accustomed to hard work, my dear. I'm sure they're managing well." Rhiannon smiled.

"I hope Luke is alright." Felicia sighed.

"I'm sure he is, Felicia. My husband will make sure of that." Rhiannon winked at her.

Felicia nodded, but wondered what the lady meant by that?

"Is your man with them, Rebeccah?" Kaeliss asked, curiously.

"Oh. Ancel? He's my… friend. No. He had a separate assignment this morning." Rebeccah muttered. She took a generous swill of wine from her goblet, then looked downcast.

"Really? Friends? The way he was looking at you last night?" Meridwyn smirked.

"It's fine. He's a good — " Rebeccah started to lie to them, but was cut off.

"It's quite fine if he's more than that, Rebeccah. Neither of you would be breaking Rule Number One." Rhiannon smiled.

"Oh. Right. I've heard about that one." Aeleanna giggled.

"Rule Number One?" the rest of them asked in unison.

"It's something about… staff who work for my lord husband are forbidden from mixing romantically, or some such thing. Rebeccah doesn't work for him. So, I'm not seeing the problem." Rhiannon shrugged.

"Ha! Can't imagine how that rule came to be." Meridwyn scoffed.

"No offence, but I'm glad I don't work for your husband, Lady Rhiannon." Aeleanna said.

"Damn! Me, too." Kaeliss agreed.

"Indeed." Isabelle nodded.

"Yes. I imagine it's… difficult." Rebeccah sighed.

"Good to know. If he offers me employment of some sort, I'll have to turn him down. Don't think I would need that, anyway. Thankfully." Felicia shrugged, then took a spoonful of soup.

"Oh! I see. You've got your eye on… one of the men, I'm guessing?" Meridwyn chuckled.

"Well… uh… " Felicia stammered.

"Whom is it? Shall we guess? Richard is a very nice man, and quite attractive. You two would make a perfect pair. I could have Nigel introduce you. They're best mates. Is it him?" Aeleanna asked, pointedly.

"Well… " Felicia muttered.

"What about Gerad, or Drake? Those two are handsome as hell. So is Ancel, but I think he's taken."Meridwyn giggled, nodding to Rebeccah.

Rebeccah took a generous swill of the pleasing red wine from her goblet, then looked to her lap and smiled.

"I do agree that they all seem friendly, and those men are handsome, but… they're a bit on the … old side for me, truthfully." Felicia shrugged, then sipped of her wine.

"Alfred?" Meridwyn asked.

"No. There's only one I can think of. He looks even younger than Luke. It's got to be… Finn?" Rhiannon guessed.

Felicia felt her cheeks flushing and looked downcast.

"Ha! You nailed it, Rhi!" Meridwyn giggled.

"He's… very nice." Felicia stammered.

"Aww! I can just imagine you two together. How adorable!" Meridwyn smiled.

"I agree, Meridwyn. How delightful!" Isabelle nodded.

"Not sure my brother would agree." Felicia shrugged.

"Brothers are funny about things like that, Felicia. It's their job to be protective of us." Rhiannon pointed out.

"Ha! Can't say the same for my brother. Maybe it's because he's the baby and the spoiled one. When I need protecting, I look to Nigel. My brother would be useless." Aeleanna giggled.

At this juncture, the ladies were interrupted by a knock on the door. Meridwyn started to get up from her chair.

"Stay seated, Meridwyn. I'll take care of it." Rhiannon smiled as she stood from her seat.

She was surprised to see Nichol waiting on the other side of the door.

"Nichol? Is everything alright? Is there word about George? Nothing happened, did — "

"No. Nothing like that, Lady Rhiannon. Leofwin told me the ladies were gathered here when I couldn't find my lady." Nichol explained.

"Yes. She is here, Nichol. Would you like to come in?" Rhiannon asked.

"No. It's fine. I just need a moment with her. If you could kindly direct her here, that would be grand." Nichol said.

"Very well." Rhiannon nodded. "Wait here."

Rhiannon turned and returned to the ladies.

"What is it, Rhiannon? Has something happened to one of the men who went to take care of that obstacle course thing? Not… Guy — " Meridwyn started to ask fretfully, but was cut off.

"No. It's nothing like that. But, speaking of handsome gentlemen who work for my husband, there's one of them at the door." Rhiannon scoffed, then looked to Kaeliss. "You're needed at the door, Lady Kaeliss."

"Oh. Really?" Kaeliss asked. She took a couple sips of her wine then set her goblet on the table.

"He's eager to speak with you." Rhiannon grinned.

"Very well. Excuse me a moment, ladies." Kaeliss said. She stood from the chair and went to the door.

"Nichol? Is everything quite alright?" Kaeliss asked, worriedly. She stepped out into the corridor and closed the door.

"It's fine, my lady." Nichol smiled.

"Really? I thought you were busy?"

"I am. But, I wanted to inform you of tonight's plans." Nichol said.

"Plans? You're taking me home, are you not? Is something planned for us there?"

"No, my love. I'm asking you to stay another night." he smiled.

"What?"

"When Milord returns, I will be needed for a time. Some of the men need to unload heavy materials from wagons, and I'm required to direct them where to place those items in the training area. It might take awhile. They won't be back until probably close to sundown." Nichol explained.

"Oh. I see." Kaeliss said. She smiled at him and her dove grey eyes glistened.

"Have you been… drinking, beautiful?" Nichol scoffed.

"It's a lovely red wine, Nichol. Refreshing… and fruity!" Kaeliss giggled.

"I see." Nichol chuckled, then straightened his expression. "Right. Will those arrangements be agreeable with you, my lady?"

"Quite agreeable, Nichol. Another night with you in… your chambers. I should like that. Very much." Kaeliss grinned.

"Perfect." Nichol smiled. He pulled her in close to him and kissed her, softly.

Moments later, they broke the kiss, and Nichol looked to her and smiled.

"I'll leave you to it, beautiful. Try and pace yourself with that wine."

"Of course." she smiled.

Nichol took leave of her, and Kaeliss went back inside.

The men were still hard at work as late afternoon was fast approaching. The Sheriff was assisting Gisborne, the Captain and Robert with lifting some of the shorter poles from the ground, while the rest of the men were taking materials to the wagons.

"Thank Zeus, we're nearly done for today. Good show, men." the Sheriff said.

"And… the same group of us will resume this task on the morrow?" Duke Farnsworth asked.

"Yes. Depending on if there's casualties on the way back to Nottingham Castle." he smirked.

"Casualties?" Guy asked, concernedly.

"Let's face it, Gis. None of us have ever had to haul such… large, heavy loads on wagons. Those are going to be a bitch to steer. The men won't be able to get those horses past a trot. An abrupt stop at the pace of a gallop would surely kill people, plus the horses. Although… we do seem to have an abundance of those." he frowned.

"Hmm. Right." Guy sighed.

"I must say, I'm not looking forward to that part." Robert admitted.

"Just take it easy on the way, Robert. In this case, slower is better." the Sheriff said. His eyebrow shot north, knowingly.

"Very well." Robert nodded.

"By the way, men. After Nichol is finished his task of overseeing the delivery of all of this bullocks to the training area with the wagon unloaders I've assigned to that, we will be having a brief meeting in the Council Quarters." the Sheriff announced.

"With… the wagon unloaders?" Robert chuckled.

"It was either assign a new group of men to unload the wagons, or you lot would have to do it — and then begin again in the morning with the same heavy work. Yes, Robert. Wagon unloaders." he sighed.

"Think you might want to lighten up a bit, Milord." Robert remarked. He managed to successfully pull one of the wooden poles from the ground.

"Once we completely finish with this laborious task, then maybe I'll enjoy some brandy before retiring. I'll "lighten up" then." the Sheriff sighed. He used air quotes to quote Robert.

"I think what he really meant to ask was… are any of the men going to be present at our meeting, Cousin?" Guy asked, curiously.

"That is correct, Sir Guy." Robert nodded.

"No, it's just us and Nichol." he nodded, then addressed the three of them collectively. "It shall be brief. There's something I have in mind I need to discuss with all of you."

"Of course, my Lord." Duke Farnsworth nodded.

"Very well." Guy agreed.

"I will be there, Milord." Robert said.

"Good." he nodded.

"There's just one thing about that." Guy said.

"What is that, Gis?" the Sheriff sighed.

"I think you may have forgotten that you and I, and Richard have an unscheduled appointment with Charlie at the Tavern." Guy pointed out.

"No. I didn't forget. It's fine. There's plenty of time to take care of that. We'll be back before Nichol is finished in the training area." he said.

"I see." Guy said.

Just after late afternoon, four of the ladies decided they would head back to their rooms. Three of them said they wanted to take a bath, and Aeleanna was eager to rejoin Nigel.

Rhiannon instructed Meridwyn to stay seated and elevate her legs, insisting she would see the ladies to the door. Meridwyn reluctantly agreed. She bid the ladies a good evening, and chatted with Isabelle.

Rhiannon stepped outside the chambers to speak with the ladies.

"Thank you, Lady Rhiannon. Do thank Ladies Meridwyn and Isabelle, too. You pretty much organized this, and I had quite a pleasant time." Felicia smiled.

"Of course, my dear. We're doing it again on the morrow." Rhiannon said, then addressed the other three. "Aren't we, ladies?"

"We are!" Aeleanna giggled. Her ice blue eyes twinkled, merrily.

"Of course." Rebeccah smiled.

"Well, I'm not sure, Lady — " Kaeliss began to parry, but was interrupted.

"Nonsense. You're staying another night. So, you might just as well stay for the day, too. Do not fret about tomorrow's attire. I'll have you sorted with another gown. You can have another shawl if you wish, too. That snow isn't melting. Seems it will be just as cold on the morrow." Rhiannon said, firmly.

"I'll discuss it with Nichol. It will depend on his schedule when the best time to escort me home would be." Kaeliss explained.

"I'm certain it would be easier for him to wait to escort you home in the evening. We shall see. Why don't you come to my chambers after your bath, and we'll sort you out with a gown of your choosing for the morrow? That way, you'll have it. Even if you leave in the morning, you'll need something warm to wear. You can either send it with Nichol or bring it back to me at a later time."Rhiannon suggested.

"Thank you, Lady Rhiannon. You are most kind. I will do that." Kaeliss smiled.

"Perfect." Rhiannon nodded. Then, she looked to Lady Aeleanna. "Also, we have an appointment with Galfrey, the Florist, tomorrow just after midday, Lady Aela. Isabelle will be joining us. We will be choosing flowers for your wedding, and then myself and Isabelle will need a brief word with him regarding flowers for Meridwyn's upcoming birthday celebration."

"Oh, my! He's available… so soon?" Aeleanna exclaimed, softly.

"Of course, Lady Aela. Your wedding day is fast approaching. Galfrey shall need time to organize that for you. And, Lady Meridwyn's party is a week before your wedding. Sir Guy has asked Isabelle and myself to sort out some of those arrangements. Luckily, we won't need as many floral arrangements for that affair, but Galfrey will want to start planning for these events." Rhiannon said.

"She's right, Lady Aeleanna." Kaeliss nodded.

"I agree completely." Rebeccah said.

"Yes. I suppose you're right. Forgive me. It sometimes feels like this is all… moving so fast." Aeleanna sighed.

"Didn't you have a six year courtship? I'm certain I remember hearing that." Rhiannon asked.

"Yes. A lot of that time was spent apart, however. When I saw Nigel on Monday night, that was the first we had seen each other in six months. That was the longest time we'd been apart, but he has been sent away several times over the years. It still came as a shock when he asked for my hand. I'm finally getting used to that part, but we will be wed in only a few weeks now." Aeleanna explained.

Rebeccah was surprised to hear that. She looked downcast and frowned. She couldn't imagine Ancel being sent away on assignment for an entire half year.

"I know it seems a whirlwind, but you mustn't worry. I'm here to help, my dear. You'll feel better when you meet with Galfrey. He makes everything look beautiful with his floral touches." Rhiannon smiled.

"He certainly does! The flowers in your hair, and the floral arrangements at your wedding were simply stunning, Milady Rhiannon." Rebeccah nodded. She looked to Aeleanna. "He does fine work, Lady Aeleanna. You don't need to worry about a thing." she smiled.

"Good. I'm pleased to hear it. This is all so… overwhelming still." Aeleanna sighed.

"It will all come together perfectly. You shall see." Rhiannon smiled. Then, she looked to the others present. "In light of this new development, we'll meet in the afternoon following the meeting with the Florist. I don't expect that meeting will be long."

"That will be fine, Lady Rhiannon." Felicia nodded.

"Are you sure, Felicia?" Rhiannon asked.

"Yes." Felicia smiled.

"If I haven't been escorted home in the morning, of course, I will be pleased to join you." Kaeliss added.

"I will be there." Rebeccah nodded.

"Very good." Rhiannon smiled. She looked to Aeleanna. "Isabelle and I will come for you around midday, Lady Aela. We will be meeting in the Council Quarters."

"Very well. Thank you, Lady Rhiannon." Aeleanna smiled.

"As for the rest of you, we shall meet here at the Gisbornes' chambers again, about an hour after midday. It's best for Lady Meridwyn to stay off her feet as much as possible." Rhiannon explained.

The four ladies expressed their verbal agreement, then took their leave, as Rhiannon went back inside to join her sisters in law.

After Rebeccah and Kaeliss bid good evening to the other two ladies, Felicia decided to raise a topic with Aeleanna as they walked together to their designated rooms.

"I quite liked that gown you were wearing last night, Lady Aeleanna. It was beautiful on you." Felicia began.

"Thank you. Yes. That was quite a stroke of luck." Aeleanna smiled.

"Didn't you say the lady who made it is here in this castle?"

"Yes. She assists Madam Oberon. Madam Oberon takes care of the wardrobes for the ladies of the castle. She is a fine dressmaker, well known in Nottingham. Floria, her assistant, is also a dressmaker. It was she who designed and made my gown." Aeleanna explained.

"I could do with a new gown or two. Do you think… you could introduce me to her sometime? She could probably fit me in easier than Madam Oberon could, and I quite like her work." Felicia asked.

"Of course. Why don't I take you to her now? I'll make the introduction, then I'll leave you to it." Aeleanna suggested.

"Now? Really?" Felicia asked.

"Of course. No time like the present. You have some time yet before your brother returns. I'm sure it will be fine. Floria is a lovely girl. She'll be happy to have a new customer." Aeleanna smiled.

"I see. Very well. Thank you, Lady Aeleanna." Felicia smiled.

Rhiannon frowned when she rejoined her sisters in law. Meridwyn was upright, and preparing to leave the room.

"You really should be off your feet. Sit down, Meridwyn." Rhiannon admonished her, her hands positioned firmly on her hips.

"Relax. I'm only grabbing something from the bedchamber, now that it's just the three of us. You'll like it. Why don't you sit and enjoy some leftover fruit?" Meridwyn suggested with a smirk.

"Fine. When you return you will sit and elevate your feet at once." Rhiannon said, firmly.

Meridwyn shook her head and sighed, then turned and headed into the bedchamber.

Rhiannon took a seat beside Isabelle.

"That was a nice afternoon, Sister. Felicia seemed much more at ease with us today." Isabelle smiled. She tugged at her shawl and pulled it around her, making sure the ends covered her front.

"Yes, she did. Are you alright, dearest? You're dressed as if you plan to take a stroll in the courtyard." Rhiannon sighed.

"I'm fine, Rhiannon. You mustn't fret. You should have that fruit that's leftover." Isabelle suggested, nodding to the plate of berries and grapes on a table a few feet away from them. "Meridwyn was good to mention that."

"I'll wait until I dine with George. Listen. We have an appointment tomorrow just after midday with Galfrey." Rhiannon whispered, then she turned to make sure Meridwyn hadn't emerged from the bedchamber. "It's about the flowers for her party… " she added, nodding behind her to the bedchamber. "And, Lady Aela's wedding flowers."

"Very well. Where are we meeting him?" Isabelle asked, softly.

"In the Council Quarters. We will go together to get Lady Aeleanna, and we will take her there. After that, we're meeting the ladies right here in the Gisbornes' chambers again. It will be better for Meridwyn." Rhiannon whispered.

"Perfect. I'm looking forward to meeting the Florist. I'm interested to hear what Lady Aeleanna will choose, as well. The way Madam Oberon was describing what she had in mind for the gown… it sounds like this wedding is one that is not to be missed. The wedding gown sounds like it will be spectacular. We better make sure she chooses well with her flowers." Isabelle whispered.

"I couldn't agree more, dearest." Rhiannon smiled.

Just then, Meridwyn entered into the den. She was carrying a folded blanket in her arms. She walked over to Rhiannon and passed it to her.

"It is complete, Rhi. The blanket I've been working on for wee Edison." Meridwyn smiled.

Rhiannon looked up at her and smiled as she accepted the gift. Meridwyn resumed her position on her chair and watched Rhiannon unfold the blanket.

Rhiannon ran her palm over the soft wool. It was a beautiful navy blue edged in white. Both colours featured finely executed cable stitching, which somehow made it even softer. She held it up to show to Isabelle.

"Isn't it just lovely?" Rhiannon remarked to Isabelle.

"It's perfect! It looks quite soft, too." Isabelle smiled.

"Thank you, Meridwyn. I love it. It's exquisite. I can't believe you made this." Rhiannon smiled.

"You're welcome, honey. I'm pleased you like it." Meridwyn said.

"I do. Very much! My boy will love it, too. It's soft and warm. Just what he needs. Especially since winter came early."

"Indeed. There's usually only one good thing about winter. The Yuletide season. Although, I'm rather interested to be a spectator at Officer Nigel's and Lady Aeleanna's wedding. She was telling us a bit about the plans for her gown when you answered the door and greeted Nichol. It sounds like it's going to be out of this world!" Meridwyn exclaimed, merrily. Then she sipped of her diluted mulberry juice.

"Yes. I think it's going to be beautiful. I'm looking forward to it, too." Rhiannon agreed. Then, she nodded to the blanket upon her lap. "The cable stitching is perfection. I can't imagine how on earth you did that?"

"It's not as difficult as you might think. I just needed an extra needle to twist the few stitches around. I prefer stitches like that and working with more than one colour. Straight knitting of only one colour gets a bit boring." Meridwyn said.

Both Rhiannon and Isabelle looked at her in awe.

"You make it sound so easy, but it's truly a work of art, Meridwyn." Isabelle smiled.

"It really is." Rhiannon agreed.

Rhiannon couldn't wait to wrap her son it. She wished she could do something special for Meridwyn's baby. She decided she would need to consult with Madam Oberon about that.

Floria had given up on this day. She had already bathed, and had her soft cream coloured dressing gown on over a pale blue shift, with the hood up over her head. She was seated on a chair with her knees raised, feet resting on the table before her. She had a sketch pad resting against her legs and was trying to work on designs to distract her, but every now and then she would need to set it down to weep, then she would dry her eyes and blow her nose. She was also finding it hard to keep herself warm, even after a hot bath.

She had a mug of warmed mead with honey added on a table beside her. She hoped it might soothe the pounding headache that was bothering her. She picket it up and took some generous swills from it, then set it down. She dabbed at her eyes with the handkerchief, then went back to work. She was wishing her mother had left her with more than just debt to deal with at the time, so she wouldn't need to work to support herself. She dearly wanted to get away from here, but she needed the wages she was earning.

Floria was surprised to hear a knocking on her door. She doubted it would be Luke, which she was glad of because she wasn't ready to talk to him. She figured that part of her life was probably over. She pocketed her handkerchief, set the sketch pad and charcoal down, then arose from her chair and went to the door.

"Oh! I hope I didn't come at a bad time?" Aeleanna frowned when she noticed Floria's blue eyes were red rimmed and glassy as if she had been crying, and that she appeared to be ready to retire, even though it was only late afternoon. Her shiny blonde hair was visible under the hood of her pretty dressing gown.

"No. It's fine. What can I do for you, Lady Aela?" Floria asked.

"I've brought someone with me to meet you." Aeleanna smiled.

Floria looked at her curiously, as Lady Aeleanna turned to her right and motioned for whomever was with her to come closer into view. Soon, the pretty brunette maiden Floria had seen with Luke the day before was standing before her, beside Lady Aeleanna.

Floria stiffened when she saw her. Aeleanna noticed and quirked her brow, curiously.

"Floria, this is Felicia." Aeleanna smiled, nodding to Felicia. Then, she looked to Felicia. "Felicia, this is the talented one who created my gown. This is Floria."

"I'm pleased to meet you, Floria." Felicia smiled.

"Of course." Floria nodded. She felt her eyes welling with tears again and looked downcast.

She tried to unobtrusively extract her handkerchief from the pocket of her soft hooded dressing gown and dab at her eyes, but Aeleanna noticed, notwithstanding.

"Floria? Are you… quite yourself?" Aeleanna asked.

Floria sighed, then looked up.

"Sure. What can I help you with, Lady Aela? I'm sure there's a reason you brought… your friend here to meet me, but I'm trying to work out what that reason would be?"

"Oh! We only just met last night, Floria. But, Felicia is going to be staying in this castle for awhi — " Aeleanna started to respond, but was cut off.

"Excuse me?" Floria asked, incredulously.

"She is Officer Luke's sister." Aeleanna said. She looked to Floria and frowned, wondering why the girl was acting so oddly?

"That is correct. Luke is my brother." Felicia said.

Floria folded her arms, using her body to hold the door open slightly. She stared at each of them, trying very hard to regulate her breathing.

"Felicia was quite taken with the beautiful gown you created for me." Aeleanna added, attempting to smoothe over the awkward conversation thus far.

"Yes. That is true. I was hoping you could sort me out with some new — " Felicia started to ask, but was abruptly cut off.

"What manner of japery is this? Did he send you two here? Unbelievable!" Floria exclaimed softly. She looked down and angrily wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Excuse me?" Felicia asked, incredulously.

"What do you mean, Floria? Whom are you referring to?" Aeleanna asked.

"Please! I'm sure you know perfectly well." Floria huffed. She began to tremble, and quietly blew her nose.

"Floria, you don't look well. Perhaps I should send for one of the physicians to come? The Sheriff's personal physician, Master Crumwell is here. Or, if you'd prefer, I'll have Nigel's father, Master Rainecourt come." Aeleanna suggested.

"I don't need a medicus." Floria said, curtly. She exhaled sharply and averted eye contact.

"I disagree. You appear to be coming down with something. Your eyes and nose are watery, and you're trembling." Aeleanna said, firmly.

"No. I'm perfectly fine. Thank you for your concern." she muttered, flatly. "Did he send you two here?" Floria demanded.

"Whom?" Felicia asked. She shook her head, completely bewildered by the maiden's behaviour.

"Indeed." Aeleanna sighed.

"Why are you toying with me? You know perfectly well whom I refer to! What a bunch of absolute bollocks!"

"Floria?" Aeleanna asked.

"I don't know what you two came here for — "

"We were trying to tell you, Floria." Aeleanna pointed out.

"Whatever this is about, I can't do this right now. I'm sorry. I cannot!" Floria exclaimed. She began to cry and took a step back.

"Floria, what is happening? Let me get one of the physicians — " Aeleanna started to say, but was interrupted.

"I don't need a medicus. I don't need anyone! If you need anything made for you, I suggest you speak to Madam Oberon. She's just next door. I don't expect to be here much longer. Goodnight, ladies." Floria said, then proceeded to close the door.

Aeleanna and Felicia looked to each other, quite bewildered by what they had just witnessed.

"I thought you said… she was lovely?" Felicia asked.

"She… was. I don't know what's going on, but I don't like it." Aeleanna sighed.

"She's such a comely maiden. It's too bad that her manner overshadowed that. She's about as pleasant as that cursed Duchess wife of the Prince's!" Felicia exclaimed, softly.

The two of them began to slowly walk together to their rooms.

"Not that it really matters, but that intolerable woman we met last night is a Countess." Aeleanna scoffed. "Anyway, Floria wasn't like that at all when I met with her two days ago. She whipped up that beautiful gown for me in no time at all, and was quite cheerful about it. She was pleasant when I met her; while she was measuring me; and then while drawing designs on the spot, and explaining them to me. Showing me fabrics. And, she was the same the next day when she brought my gown to me. Quite pleasant and affable."

"She seemed perfectly fine until she took one look at me. What in the world? Do I offend people, Lady Aeleanna?" Felicia asked.

"Stop it! Of course, you don't, Felicia. I think she's not well."

"Whom was she referring to? She kept asking if he sent us. Who on earth is the man she was referring to? Milord Sheriff, perhaps?" Felicia mused.

"No. I don't think so." Aeleanna said, shaking her head.

Then, a thought came to her. Floria was beaming on Thursday anytime Luke was mentioned when Aeleanna had her appointment with her. Could something have happened between Officer Luke and Floria? That might explain why Officer Luke was acting so oddly the night before, except Aeleanna wasn't certain if the two were involved in any way. That would break Milord Sheriff's rule, though? She decided she would ask Nigel about it, and if he was no help, she would have a word with Lady Rhiannon. She would know what to do.

The three men returned to the castle with the wagons at the gloaming. Another group of men were there to greet them and take over from them. Robert, Luke, and Mordrid stepped down from the wagons, while Ancel, Gerad, and Castor took over from them and steered the wagons toward the training area, as the rest of the men assigned to the task ahead followed them.

As the three men approached the castle, Nichol was walking toward them.

"Good. You're back. Where's the rest of the men?" Nichol asked.

"Milord, Sir Guy, and Richard went to the tavern to speak to Charlie." Luke said.

"Ah. Yes. I'd forgotten about that." Nichol nodded.

"The Captain and Finn should be returning soon." Mordrid added.

"Good. How was it?" Nichol asked.

"Tedious, yet… surprisingly, enjoyable." Robert smiled.

Mordrid and Luke looked to Robert, strangely. Both of them shook their heads.

"Really? Maybe you weren't working hard enough? I've never worked so hard in my life." Mordrid sighed.

"Agreed. It was heavy work. I'm still trying to work out how the hell Nigel put that thing together. It was insane, Nichol. Richard was right." Luke said.

"Interesting. I guess I best get started, then. I need to direct the men where to put the materials." Nichol said.

"You may need to put some things in the horse exercise area, Nic. There's a lot to deal with." Mordrid frowned.

"And, we only brought back some of it." Luke added.

"I guess I'll find out. It's fine. We'll figure it out. Robert, you're in charge now until Milord and Gisborne return. I'd have the Duke take over, but he's not here, so it may as well be you. You know where I'll be if you need me." Nichol directed him.

"Of course, Nichol. I'll take care of it." Robert nodded.

Nichol continued on his way, while the three men headed inside. Robert proceeded to the Council Quarters, as Mordrid and Luke headed to the staircase.

Luke was thinking about taking a hot bath as soon as he arrived to his rooms, when Mordrid interrupted his thoughts as they walked together up the stairs.

"I don't know about you, but I plan to have a word with Nigel before I head to my rooms." Mordrid said.

"I was planning to have a hot soak in the tub. If I'm not too tired to chew after that, I'll eat something before I likely pass out." Luke sighed.

"Aren't you at all curious how the hell he managed that?" Mordrid asked.

"Yes. Actually, I am." Luke admitted.

"Let's go and have a quick visit with him. We'll make sure he's taking it easy in there, as well." Mordrid suggested.

"Very well." Luke agreed.

The Sheriff, his Lieutenant, and Richard had arrived to Charlie's tavern. They had just secured their horses to some trees and were proceeding now towards the door. Slayer was at his usual post, and this time, he was accompanied by Syrtrick. They were engaged in conversation with two of Madam Birghiva's girls, who Richard recognized as Nesta and Sophronia — who were smoking godsflesh mushrooms with a couple of highwayman in the large cave at Dead Man's Curve on Wednesday.

The consorts were joined by another attractive ginger haired maiden, whom Richard guessed also had to be working for Madam Birghiva. There seemed to be a commotion between the three ladies and a pair of drunken men, who Slayer seemed to recognize.

This was the first time the Sheriff had seen Slayer in action at the tavern, since no trouble was noted when the Sheriff was posted across the path from it just four days ago. He was also pleased to have an opportunity to critique Syrtrick's work. He nodded for his men to follow him and they approached the melee. They stopped at about six feet away to observe and be on standby.

"God. The fun killer again!" one of the men said to his mate, nodding to Slayer. Then, he looked to Slayer. "For God's sake, we brought a couple of… ladies with us."

"The hell you did!" Nesta, the pretty maiden with shiny dark curly hair admonished him, sharply.

"Oi! I told you pair of tossers last week to stay the hell away. One of you retched into one of the patron's pitchers of ale, and before that the pair of you were tripping over yourselves, waving your damn daggers about! Don't think just because you've added an extra pair of… working girls, in addition to this one, right… " Slayer said, nodding to Gelldred. "That that excuses your actions from a sennight ago. We also haven't forgotten that we tossed you out of here on your scrawny little arses, right." he grinned, sardonically.

Both the Sheriff and Guy looked down and smirked. Richard began to softly chuckle.

"Who's the "we" who haven't forgot? You blokes?" the shorter of the two men asked, using air quotes.

"Aye. As well as Charlie, the rest of the security staff, and… pretty much all of the staff, right." Slayer said with an eyebrow raised, knowingly.

"You two need to leave." Syrtrick said, evenly. He assumed a wide stance with his muscled arms folded, standing directly in front of the two men.

"But, it's backgammon tourney night. The Prince might come!" the taller of the two men exclaimed.

"Fact. And, if he does show, the last thing we need, right, is the Prince thinking we permit a pair of drunks like you into Charlie's establishment." Slayer said, firmly.

"Damn it! This is twice we've missed seeing His… Royal Princeness." the tall man complained.

"This is a… bunch of codwallop! I'm gonna speaker to the Sheriff about this!" the first man shouted.

"You don't need to. I'm standing right behind you." Nottingham scoffed.

The two men turned around to face him.

"Milord?" the first man, asked.

"If Slayer says you two aren't fit to proceed into the tavern, then… sod off. I'm sure they'll let you know if you'll be permitted entry in future." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"Curses! Every time we try to bringer whores here, we can't even get in, Wymond." the first man whispered to the other taller man.

"A load of codswallop, it is." the tall man agreed.

"Ha! We're only here to observe the tourney." Nesta said, gesturing to her friends.

"Pretty much. If I had known it was you pair of losers who were the ones bringing them here, I'd have stayed in and washed my hair." a beat. "We don't need your money." Gelldred said, derisively.

"There you have it. You have your marching orders, right? Trot on, then." Slayer instructed the two men.

The two men grumbled as they turned and walked toward their horses.

"What about us? May we go inside?" Gelldred asked Slayer, nodding to her friends.

"You ladies aren't here to drum up business inside the tavern, right? Because, we don't do that bollocks at Charlie's." Slayer said, firmly.

"You're permitted to be here with the man who paid for you, but you do your business elsewhere, and you can't solicit here." Syrtrick added.

"All of you should know this by now, right." Slayer sighed.

"Understood. As Nesta said earlier, we're only here to observe the backgammon tournament." Gelldred nodded.

"That is true." Sophronia added.

"Very well. No funny business!" Slayer warned them.

"Wait. Slayer?" Richard interrupted.

The Sheriff and Guy regarded Richard, curiously.

"What is it?" Slayer asked.

"The brunette and the blonde were seen with a couple of highwaymen on Wednesday — smoking godsflesh mushrooms in the big cave at Dead Man's Curve." Richard reported, nodding to Nesta and Sophronia. He quirked his eyebrow, knowingly.

"Now, wait just a min — " Nesta, the pretty brunette began to protest, but was cut off.

"You got that right. We will wait while you three empty your pockets and we search through those drawstring bags of yours." Slayer directed the women.

"What?" Sophronia argued.

"Starting now. Let's go. Pass us your bags and empty your pockets. We don't permit drugs inside of the tavern." Syrtrick huffed, impatiently.

The three maidens reluctantly agreed. Nothing of importance was found on their persons, but Slayer let out a long exhale and shook his head as he produced a pipe with a sack of dried up godsflesh mushrooms from Nesta's drawstring bag.

"Care to explain this, Miss?" Slayer asked, pointedly. He held up the items in front of Nesta.

"Who doesn't partake of that from time to time?" Nesta sighed.

"Here's a clue, right? You won't be. Not at Charlie's tavern! We'll take care of this. And now, you can go inside." Slayer said.

"This is outrageous!" Nesta exclaimed.

"It's a rule. Either you leave this with us and proceed inside, or you can take your pipe and your weird mushrooms, and crack on." Slayer said, pointing in the direction of the main path.

"It's alright, Ness. We'll get it from him when we leave." Sophronia suggested.

"Fine. We'll take a few hits off of that after we leave, Sophi." Nesta sighed.

"Not me. One of us needs to be straight to get us home safe." Gelldred said.

"At least one of them has a brain." Syrtrick muttered to Slayer, nodding to Gelldred.

Slayer returned a knowing look, then scoffed.

The ladies nodded, then proceeded past the two security men.

Slayer shook his head and sighed, then turned toward the Sheriff.

"Good even, Milord. Are you men here to collect us for something that has cropped up?" Slayer asked, nodding beside him to Syrtrick.

"No. We're here to have a word with Charlie. Both of you suggested I do this at the City Watch meeting. About the marauders?" the Sheriff reminded him.

"Good. The sooner the better." Syrtrick nodded.

"I agree, Rick, right?" Slayer said. Next, he addressed the Sheriff. "Of course, Milord. Go on in. Charlie is probably at the bar. Sorry you were delayed by the characters Rick and I needed to handle."

"It's fine. You were doing your job. It was needed. Your point about the possibility of Prince John running into blokes like that at Charlie's tavern was a good one." he said.

"Not sure if he'll be here since his wife is visiting him, but I wasn't taking chances, Milord." Slayer said.

"Also good that you stopped that impertinent brunette maiden from taking poison in there for the same reason." Guy added.

"Indeed." the Sheriff agreed. He looked to Richard. "Those were the ones you saw when you were with the Captain and Alex on Wednesday? When you were looking for the rotting stumpy bloke?"

"Yes, Milord. They were with two men who I seem to recall went by the names of Rolf and Basil. They were all drinking, too. A bad day for it. It was storming that day. The four of them were getting wasted at that cursed place, and completely unaware there was a blizzard happening." Richard said, shaking his head.

"Good of you to alert Slayer, Richard." he said. Next, he addressed Gisborne, as well. "Alright, let us proceed. Morning comes early and we've another busy day on the morrow." the Sheriff sighed.

The Sheriff nodded to Slayer and Syrtrick, then headed to the door with his Lieutenant and Richard closely following him.

Mordrid and Luke were seated on chairs in Nigel's bedchamber. Aeleanna waited in the den, and Leofwin decided to go and alert Thomas of the Sheriff's message, after he invited the men inside, since he had forgotten to mention it to him earlier.

Nigel was seated on another chair. He had just finished doing thirty leg raises. He set the sacks of sand and leather straps under his chair, then looked to the two men.

"You two look a bit… tired." Nigel scoffed.

"Nigel, what the fuck, man? How in the devil did you do it?" Mordrid asked, incredulously.

"I was highly motivated. Our role is not just about brains, strength, and agility, but stamina, too. The obstacle course tests all of those skills, and helps develop… all of that." Nigel said.

"My whole body is aching. I'm starting to understand what Luke was feeling today." Mordrid sighed.

"Except for the glare from the cursed sunlight. Could have definitely lived without that today." Luke muttered.

"You'll be better on the morrow, kid. Because, you won't be drinking any spirits tonight, correct?" Nigel asked with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Of course." Luke nodded.

"Are you… growing your hair?" Nigel asked, suddenly. He surprised both of the men.

"It wasn't intentional, but I guess it did… grow. A bit. Why? Who cares?" Luke sighed.

"I like it, kid. Now, you can join the ranks of us long haired badass Knights." Nigel chuckled.

"It won't get any longer than my chin — if I can stand it for that long." Luke said, looking at Nigel, curiously.

"That's too bad. Gerad and I could do with some company." Nigel smirked. He noticed their bewildered expressions and sighed. "How much did you get done?" he asked them both, curiously.

"Almost half of the materials have been brought back." Mordrid said.

"There's another team dealing with the unloading right now in the training area." Luke added.

"Thank God. Those wagons were a bitch to steer." Mordrid sighed.

"That's good progress." Nigel smiled. He assumed a crouching position in front of his chair to raise himself up repeatedly using his arms.

"Nigel. What the hell are you doing?" Mordrid asked.

"A very modified version of my training. It's pathetic, actually, but better than sitting idle." Nigel said. "Four." he muttered softly as he pulled himself up.

"If you rip those cursed stitches to hell, no one is going to be too happy with you, mate." Mordrid pointed out.

"If I don't keep up with training, it will be the same. Except, I won't be happy, either." Nigel said, his eyebrow raised, knowingly. "Ten." he said, softly.

"Right. I will leave you to it, mate. I'm needing a hot soak, food, and a good long sleep." Mordrid said as he stood from his chair. He looked to Luke. "You coming, Luke?"

Luke opened his mouth to respond, but wasn't quick enough.

"No. He's staying for a few moments." Nigel said. Then, he addressed Luke. "Just need a quick word, kid." he said. "Sixteen." he muttered as he raised his body up again to the level of the seat, using his arms.

"Very well." Luke nodded, though he was curious what Nigel wanted to talk to him about?

"That's fine. I'll leave you to it. See you in the morning, Luke." Mordrid said. He nodded to them both, then left the bedchamber.

"I haven't been drinking, if that's what you're wondering." Luke said.

"Yes, I can tell." Nigel nodded. Then, he concentrated on his movements. "Twenty four." he muttered.

"Great. So, what did you wish to speak to me about?" Luke asked, curiously.

"You know your sister was with my betrothed, and a few other ladies today, correct?"

"Yes. Felicia told me about this last night." Luke said. "Did something happen while I was gone?"

"Apparently, as the ladies were heading back to their designated rooms at the end of the day… it was late afternoon. Anyway, your sister asked Leanna if she could introduce her to the one who made the gown that Leanna wore last night." a beat. "Flower, is it?" Nigel asked.

"Wait… what?" Luke asked, incredulously.

"Thirty. Good. Guess I'm done with this part." Nigel said. He then sat in his chair and regarded Luke, who was eyeing him, suspiciously.

"What happened, Nigel?" Luke pressed him.

"Leanna suggested she take her to meet with Flower — "

"Floria. Oh, God. What the hell happened?"

"It wasn't good, kid. Sorry to say." Nigel sighed. He stood from his chair. "Let me get Leanna to fill you — "

"Can't you just tell me, Nigel?" Luke asked, impatiently.

"Even though it wouldn't matter if she did know — relax. Leanna doesn't know a thing about you and Floria. She can explain it better. You need to know, because your sister will, undoubtedly, want to share this with you, too." Nigel said. He headed toward the bedchamber doors.

Luke hung his head and sighed.

"Fuck." he muttered.

"Leanna? Would you come in now and tell Luke what you told me?" Nigel asked her from the doorway.

Within moments, Aeleanna was walking toward Luke, with Nigel by her side. Luke stood from the chair he was seated on.

"I'm telling you, Nigel. We should probably be telling your father, or Master Crumwell about this. Something isn't right with her. What's Officer Luke going to do?" Aeleanna sighed.

Luke furrowed his brows as he listened to Aeleanna.

"Who isn't right, Lady Aeleanna? My sister?" Luke asked, worriedly.

"No, Officer Luke. It's Floria who is concerning me." Aeleanna said.

"What happened?" Luke asked her.

"I took Felicia to meet with her. Felicia wanted to speak to her about getting some gowns made." Aeleanna explained.

"I see." Luke sighed.

"Floria didn't look right at all. She was trembling, and her eyes were reddened. She kept blowing her nose. And, she was dressed for bed."

"Alright. Continue." Luke encouraged her.

"I don't know her very well, but she seemed quite out of sorts." Aeleanna sighed. She narrowed her ice blue eyes in a frown.

"How? Besides how she… looked to you?" Luke pressed her.

"It feels strange to be telling you all of this." Aeleanna parried. She looked down and sighed.

"Go ahead, Leanna. It's pertinent, since Luke's sister witnessed it, too." Nigel encouraged her.

"Indeed." Luke agreed.

"Very well." Aeleanna relented. She looked up and softly sighed before she continued. "On first glance, she didn't look well, as I said. I told her I brought someone with me to meet her, as she couldn't see Felicia when she opened her door. I motioned for Felicia to come to the door, and, it… kind of went downhill from there." she frowned.

"How do you mean?" Luke asked, softly. He was using some effort to maintain his composure.

"She asked what the reason was I brought my friend to meet her. I explained I'd only just met Felicia last night. And, that Felicia would be staying here for awhile. Floria seemed surprised by that, so we explained that Felicia is your sister."

"How did she react to that?" Luke asked, curiously.

"No reaction at all. Her arms were folded and she just stared at us, while we tried to tell her the reason for our visit. Then, she asked if this was a jape, and asked us more than once if "he" sent us." Aeleanna said, using air quotes in reference to Floria's wording.

"I see." Luke sighed.

"Sounds like a fine damn mess that needs tending to." Nigel warned him.

"She was quite terse and becoming increasingly upset, so I suggested I send for one of the physicians. She said she didn't need a medicus. Then, she asked again about some unknown man who sent us. We tried to tell her again why we were there. She started to cry, so I suggested once more that I summon either Master Crumwell, or Master Rainecourt, and… this is where it got a bit strange." Aeleanna sighed.

"What do you mean, Lady Aeleanna?" Luke asked.

"She said she didn't need a medicus, and added that she didn't need anyone. She said if we needed anything made we should consult Madam Oberon who is just next door. And then ,she said she didn't expect to be here much longer. She bid us goodnight and promptly closed the door." Aeleanna frowned.

"Damn it." Luke muttered.

"That last bit could have more than one meaning." Nigel pointed out. He quirked his brow, knowingly.

"That's the part that worries me, Nigel. Besides how upset she was. I still think one of the physicians should he made aware." Aeleanna said, firmly.

Luke exhaled sharply and began to slowly pace.

"I should talk to her." Luke muttered.

"Luke. Maybe now isn't the right time? You've had a long ass day, and another one ahead of you on the morrow." Nigel reminded him.

"I'm not sure how much good it would do if you did, Officer Luke. I mean… you introduced me to her, but… how well do you know her?" Aeleanna asked, pointedly.

"Leanna." Nigel sighed.

"She's a… friend." Luke lied. He hated to do that, but he needed to be somewhat discreet about Floria, and right now, he wasn't sure what he and Floria were to each other.

"Alright. But, even friends sometimes aren't the best choice for dealing with… personal matters such as those." Aeleanna said.

"She doesn't have family to turn to." Luke said, softly.

"Oh, my! Really? How awful. She's quite young looking. Perhaps… I should go back and check on her?" Aeleanna suggested.

"No. It's fine. Thank you, Lady Aeleanna. I'll take care of this." Luke said.

"Give it another day, kid. I doubt you'll get very far trying to talk to her now." Nigel warned him.

"I should try." Luke said, firmly.

Nigel moved in close to him.

"If you go there and dump your anger on her, it's not going to work." Nigel whispered.

"What if tomorrow is too late? If we go by her parting words to them? That she doesn't expect to be here much longer? She's either planning to leave — to do what, I… don't… oh, hell, no!" Luke shook his head, exhaling sharply. His now longer dark chestnut wavy hair was dancing in the light cast from the torch on the wall behind him.

"Kid?" Nigel asked.

"What is it, Officer Luke?" Aeleanna asked, worriedly.

"I'm going to check on her. I'll let you know if we need your father, Nigel. Since, I'm not sure where Thomas is." Luke said.

"My father went to see him. He's still here, Luke. Milord wants a word with Thomas when he returns. Father had forgotten to mention that to him earlier." Nigel explained.

"Very well. Cheers. I appreciate you both telling me about this." Luke smiled, ruefully.

"Of course." Aeleanna nodded.

"What about Felicia? Was she alright after this encounter?" Luke asked her.

"She was a little bewildered by it, as I was, but, she's fine." Aeleanna said.

"Yes. I guess she's endured worse these last five years than a temperamental young maiden." Luke muttered.

"What's that, Officer Luke?" Aeleanna asked.

"It is nothing. Thank you." Luke smiled.

"Luke? Take your time with this. Wait another day." Nigel advised.

"Don't think I can, Nigel. I appreciate your advice, though." Luke nodded.

Then, he bid them both a good evening and took his leave.

The Sheriff found a table for the three men close to the bar, but away from a cluster of nearby rowdy patrons. Once they were seated, Edeva was quick to respond.

"Good even, Milord Sheriff. Sir Gisborne. Officer Richard. It's good to see you again. Can I get you something from the bar, and possibly, the kitchen?" Edeva smiled. Her brown eyes twinkled, merrily.

"Good even, my dear. Nice to see you, too. Actually, we're not here for any of that." a beat. "We need a word with Charlie." the Sheriff said.

"Oh. I see. Very well. I'll let him know straightway, Milord Sheriff." Edeva nodded. Then, she swiftly took her leave and headed to the bar.

"I don't know how that lass can be so pleasant, working in a place like this." Guy said.

"She is consistently pleasant each time I've seen her in here. I think Charlie is the main reason. They all seem loyal to him and enjoy working for him." Richard said.

"Seems like a decent bloke. Doesn't tolerate any bollocks of any sort here. That is good. We need people like him with good business practices around town after the gargantuan fuck up at Massacriar's fraud shop; and especially, since Prince John likes to come here from time to time." the Sheriff said with a knowing quirk of his brow..

"Indeed." Guy scoffed. "What a dump of a place that butcher shop was."

"What happened at the butcher shop?" Richard asked, curiously.

"We'll tell you later, Richard. It wasn't good." the Sheriff scoffed.

Suddenly, the tall lean owner and barman appeared at their table. He nodded to the Sheriff, his kind brown eyes fixed upon him.

"Edeva tells me you'd like a word, Milord." Charlie said.

"Yes." the Sheriff said, simply.

"Very well. Let's continue this meeting in my office. The place is filling up. The backgammon tournament will be starting in a half hour, which tends to draw a large crowd. It will be too noisy." Charlie explained.

"Agreed. That is fine." the Sheriff nodded.

The Sheriff, Guy, and Richard stood from their chairs, then followed Charlie away from the bustle.

Charlie led them to the hallway which was close to one end of the bar. They walked the length of the bar, then continued down a few steps to the right of it, which led to the office.

He stopped at the door and opened it, inviting the men inside.

Once they were all seated, Charlie sat casually on his desk, facing them, and looked to the Sheriff, curiously.

"What is it you needed to see me about, Milord? I suspect it must be serious. Or, maybe regarding Slayer and Syrtrick? Since, they both work for you, as well as staying employed here." Charlie guessed.

"It's the serious option you mentioned, Charlie." he nodded.

"Oh. I see." Charlie frowned.

"A couple of days ago, I received word from the Justiciar of England, Geoffrey Fitz Peter, that a group of marauders are slowly making their way south from York on their way to London." the Sheriff began.

"I bet I can guess why they chose London as their destination." Charlie scoffed.

"Indeed. They seem to have a problem with the King. The thing is, we don't know when they're coming, and how much damage and disorder they will cause when they show. I'm here to give due warning. You might choose to temporarily close this place for business, for safety reasons. It's your call. Of course, if you choose to close for a time until the marauders are handled, you shall be tax exempt during the closure." the Sheriff explained.

"I appreciate the consideration, Milord; but, I choose to stay open."

"You sure you want to do that?" Guy pointed out.

"Indeed, Gis. Perhaps not a wise choice." the Sheriff said.

"The marauders have a problem with the King. That means they've likely got a problem with Prince John — in which case, tonight shall be the last backgammon tournament we hold here until this blows over. If they have a problem with the Prince, then they will most likely have a problem with you, as well, Milord." Charlie explained.

"What exactly are you driving at?" Nottingham pressed him.

"If I close down, it may appear I'm taking sides." Charlie explained.

"Hmm. He does raise a good point, Milord." Richard said.

"In most cases, yes. But, there are no sides here, Richard. Sure, I'll align with Prince John, but I don't know what their issue is with the King. I don't particularly care. I also don't want them destroying our town, and neighbouring Villages." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"I stay out of politics. I truly think — " Charlie began to respond, but was interrupted by a sharp knocking on the door.

Charlie shook his head and sighed.

"I know that's you, Slayer. Enter." Charlie called out.

A moment later, Slayer and Syrtrick entered into the office. Charlie was glad at that moment that he didn't choose the smaller room down the hall for his office, as he originally intended. He never thought there would be enough people inside of it at one time to require so much space. He was grateful he changed his mind about that, after his staff encouraged him to use this room.

Charlie folded his arms, narrowing his eyes upon both of the men.

"What is it, you two? At least one of you should be manning the door." Charlie admonished them.

"Blaise is handling that, right." Slayer nodded.

"And, whom is keeping an eye on things in the tavern?" he demanded.

"Edeva can be here in a flash if we are needed, Charlie." Slayer pointed out, confidently.

"I would concur with that assessment, Charlie." Syrtrick nodded.

"Let's make this fast, then. I know she is more than capable, but she shouldn't be expected to handle things on her own until we're notified. What did you want to say? I'm assuming you had something on your minds to share with us." Charlie asked, nodding to the Sheriff and his men.

"We know why they're here." Syrtrick said, nodding to the Sheriff, Guy, and Richard.

"The topic was raised at our City Watch meeting on Thursday." Slayer explained.

"We suggested Milord inform you about them.." Syrtrick added.

"Indeed. They did." the Sheriff nodded.

"I see." Charlie said. He absently smoothed his cropped dark hair, as he looked down.

"We need to shut this place down, Charlie. It's the only way, right?" Slayer implored him.

"I agree." Syrtrick nodded.

"No. It's business as usual here, men. Except for the backgammon tournaments. After tonight, those are being put on hold until the cursed marauder situation is handled. As much as I appreciate his patronage, we need to discourage the Prince from visiting here until we're assured no harm will come to him." Charlie said, firmly.

"You have a point about stopping the tourneys. I still think it would be best, right, if you close down after tonight — " Slayer tried to argue, but was interrupted.

"I'm going to stop you right there. We're continuing to serve the people in this community. Even bad men get thirsty. If they show up here, Milord Sheriff shall be notified at once. In the meantime, I'm fortunate to have two City Watch men working security here. You shall handle them until Milord or whoever he assigns to come here deals with it." Charlie said.

"I see." Slayer muttered.

"If that is your wish." Syrtrick nodded.

"It's a well contrived plan, except for one thing, Charlie. If the marauders show here, who knows what they'll get up to? It may be more than these two men can handle. They could be outnumbered, thus, out armed." Nottingham said, nodding to Slayer and Syrtrick.

"Hmm. Yes." Charlie sighed.

"Saffy is close by. And, maybe we can get Jasper and Rykorus to be stationed in close proximity? At the roadway, if you insist on staying open, Charlie, right?" Slayer suggested. Then, he looked to the Sheriff. "What do you think of that, Milord?"

"I'll agree to that, since the marauders are a problem to both myself, and Charlie." the Sheriff said.

"Thank you, Milord." Charlie nodded, then looked back to Slayer and Syrtrick. "Good suggestion, Slayer. I'll leave it to you men to handle notifying them. If that is all, you two need to resume your posts, and get Blaise back inside. I don't want Edeva left to deal with drunks or brutes a moment too long upstairs."

"Of course, Charlie." Slayer nodded.

"Cheers, Charlie. We will take care of that." Syrtrick said.

They nodded to the Sheriff and his men, then took their leave.

Luke took a deep breath before he knocked on Floria's door. He waited for a time, then loudly knocked once more.

After a minute or two of waiting, he tried the door and found it to be, surprisingly, unlocked. He entered inside and closed the door. After a cursory glance in the sitting room and her work area, he slowly proceeded to the bedchamber doors.

He gasped in shock when he opened them. Floria was laying on her side facing the doors, on top of her bed, wearing her soft cream coloured dressing gown. Her hood was up over her head, her shiny, golden blond hair peaked out of it. And, her eyes were open. She wasn't blinking.

"Floria!" Luke shouted.

He ran to her and began to shake her.

"Floria! Fuck! Please, be breathing!" he implored her, urgently.

Floria began to moan softly. Soon, her eyes began to focus and she blinked a few times. She frowned. She wanted to sit up and tell him to leave, but she could barely keep her eyes open.

"Luke?" Floria whispered. Her eyelashes began to flutter as she looked at him and yawned.

"Floria! What in the devil?"

"I was… sleeping… Luke. It's… no big… deal." Floria whispered. She closed her eyes and yawned.

"It's a bit early for that. And, who sleeps with their eyes open?" Luke pointed out.

He suddenly noticed light in his peripheral vision reflecting off of something shiny on the table beside the bed. He turned to take a closer look and frowned. It was a vial. He picked it up and shook her.

Floria frowned, and slowly opened her eyes. Luke was holding the vial close to her face.

"What did you take, Floria?" Luke demanded.

"Be… at ease. I was just… trying to get rid of… a headache." Floria whispered.

"What? What was in this vial?" he asked, urgently.

"Just… opium. Tried mead. That… didn't work. Needed the… headache to… stop. Opium helped." Floria smiled with her eyes closed.

"How much did you take, Floria?" Luke pressed her, while gently shaking her.

"Two… drops. I'm tired, Luke. So… sleepy. Headache is… better. I feel… nice. Finally. Let me… sleep." Floria implored him in a whisper.

"No. Stay with me. Open your eyes." he commanded her.

"I'm… so sleepy… Luke. Please. Let me… sleep."

"Damn it, Floria! Is this what you meant about not expecting to be here much longer? Yes. I know about that." Luke sighed.

"I only… had a headache… that wouldn't… ease up. Because, I cried for… two days. It was taken for the… headache. I need to… sleep, Luke." Floria yawned.

"Damn you, lady!"

"I'm… not one, but… alright. Luke." Floria whispered. She shrugged, then closed her eyes.

"Open your eyes at once!"

Floria yawned and struggled to obey his command, but she finally managed to open her eyes and look at him.

"Luke. I'm… so tired." Felicia whispered.

"Why do you even have opium?" Luke asked. He put the vial back, then bent down and lifted her off the pillows into a sitting position. He sat beside her and put his arm around her.

"I thought you… hated me." she whispered with her eyes closed. She rested her head against his chest and started to drift off again.

"Of course, I don't. Damn it, Floria. Wake up!" Luke exclaimed urgently, while he shook her again.

"Let me… sleep." Floria yawned.

"Floria, answer the question. Why do you have opium? Is this something you partake of… normally?"

"No… silly. I got it when I … fell off… my horse. The horse was… standing still, thankfully. But, it still… hurt when I fell." Floria said with a yawn.

Luke grinned at that comment, even though he was still angry with her.

"You ride?" Luke asked, surprised to be only finding this out now.

"Of course, Luke. Now… please be sweet and… let me sleep. You're usually… sweet to… me." Floria yawned. She blinked repeatedly until her eyes closed once more.

"We'll go over that later, my love. Alright?" Luke said, more gently this time.

"Am I… dreaming? You called me… 'my love'. Don't… confuse me." she frowned. She blinked frequently until her eyes closed once more.

"You are my love, even though I want to smack you right now. Curses! Lean back against these pillows. I'll be right back." Luke instructed her.

He helped her into position, then stood from the bed. Floria had her eyes closed, a blissful smile on her face, and she began to softly snore.

Luke swiftly headed out of the bedchamber and across the den toward the door. He opened it and stepped out into the corridor, flagging down a sentry to summon Thomas to Floria's rooms. Next, he saw one of the servants passing by. He directed her to bring a pot of strong tea from the kitchen, then he went back inside to see to Floria, and to wait, all the while hoping his sister was managing fine without him.

It felt like a long time to him, but less than a quarter of an hour later, he was answering the door. Thomas was there holding his leather bag in his hand, accompanied by Leofwin Rainecourt.

"Not sure if I need both of you — " Luke started to say.

"Leofwin was visiting me when I was summoned." Thomas said.

"Sometimes two heads are better than one." Leofwin added.

"But… Nigel — "

"My son is over the worst of it, Luke. May we come in?" Leofwin asked.

"Of course." Luke nodded.

Both of the physicians stepped inside. Luke closed the door, and the men looked to him, curiously.

"What's going on in here, Luke? The sentry didn't provide specifics." Thomas said.

"Remember Floria? She was injured, along with Lady Rhiannon the night of Milord's wedding." Luke began.

Leofwin furrowed his brows concernedly, as he looked to both of them.

"Yes. She had been hanging by the neck, but you cut through the rope just in the nick of time with a well aimed arrow, if I recall correctly." Thomas said.

"What? She did that to… herself?" Leofwin asked, curiously.

"No, Master Rainecourt. A murderous intruder did that to her, and was holding a dagger to Lady Rhiannon's throat. Both were bound and couldn't move. A bunch of us, including Milord Sheriff and Sir Guy, eventually found them, and… Robert took care of the intruder." Luke explained.

Luke looked down and shuddered, remembering the fear in that moment that he might not be able to save her in time. It was similar to finding her sleeping with her eyes open, unblinking, as if she were dead.

"Oh, my heavens!" Leofwin exclaimed.

"Alright. I remember Floria. What is happening right now, Luke?" Thomas asked.

"I came to check on her, based on a conversation with Nigel and Lady Aeleanna. I found her to be nearly unresponsive. She was sleeping — with her eyes open! She said she had a headache earlier. She, apparently, drank of some mead. Said that didn't help the headache, so… she then took two drops of opium that she had on hand." Luke explained. He exhaled a sigh.

"Damn it! So, she takes opium for the fun of it, and this time, overdid — " Thomas started to opine, but was interrupted.

"No. She doesn't use opium. She had it because it was once given to her after a fall from a horse. Not sure when exactly that happened, but I guess she never got rid of the opium given to her at that time." Luke explained.

"Good. We can work with that. Where is she, Luke? The bedchamber?" Thomas asked.

Luke nodded.

"Come, Tom. Let's see what we're dealing with." Leofwin said, nodding for Thomas to follow him into the bedchamber.

"Stay out here, Luke. We shall keep you apprised." Thomas said.

Luke nodded and walked over to a chair, while the two men swiftly approached the bedchamber.

A short time later, he knocked on the bedchamber doors, carrying the pot of tea he had requested from the kitchen.

"Come in." Leofwin called out.

Luke opened one of the doors and peaked his head inside.

"Not sure if this will be useful, but I sent for a pot of strong tea when I summoned for you, Thomas." Luke said.

"Bring it in, Luke. We'll administer that to her later when she's fit to safely swallow." Leofwin directed him.

"What?" Luke asked, concernedly. He walked toward a table and set the pot of tea on it.

"You were good to summon me, Luke. She might not have woken at all if not for you." Thomas frowned.

"But… she still appears to be sleeping?"

"Not when we get through with her, lad!" Leofwin said, firmly.

"What?" Luke asked, incredulously. "What do you mean by that?"

"She needs to be bled, Luke." Thomas said, matter of factly.

"Seriously?"

"No other way to get all of that cursed poison out of her — unless… you fancy sticking a couple of fingers down her throat and making her vomit?" Leofwin remarked, dryly.

"Which is still not a good option, since she could choke on the vomit." Thomas added.

"Indeed, Tom. There's no other choice." Leofwin agreed.

"Can't we just give her the tea? That will help rouse her, will it not?" Luke suggested.

"She's not fit to safely swallow it, Luke." Leofwin explained.

"I see." Luke sighed. He looked to the floor. "Fuck." he muttered, inaudibly.

"Summon for Lady Margaret. She has the bloodletting basin. We must begin." Thomas directed him. He nodded to Floria when he continued. "She shouldn't have mixed the mead with opium. There's no antidote for this." he sighed.

"Won't that… weaken her further, though?" Luke insisted. He was glad he was there. Someone had to advocate for Floria!

"This is the only choice, Luke. Those cursed poisons need to be out of her." Leofwin said, firmly.

"Very well." he relented. He pushed his hair from his eyes as he turned, then headed out of the bedchamber.

After he summoned for Lady Margaret, giving specific instructions to the sentry, Luke stood at the doorway of Floria's bedchamber, observing the physicians, and Floria.

"You sure she didn't hang herself that night, Tom?" Leofwin asked, suspiciously. He nodded to Floria, who was still in a deep sleep.

"I treated Lady Rhiannon, and Floria that night. There were many witnesses to the crime done to them that took place in some shed near the stables. It's true, Leofwin." Thomas nodded.

"What a terrible end to their wedding fete." Leofwin frowned. He nodded to Floria as he got back to the matter at hand. "We best bleed her a good half hour, Tom. A slow flow of blood, of course. She's on the small side. Either way, we must be mindful of that." he said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"I concur." Thomas nodded.

Luke folded his arms and sighed. At this point, he just wanted for her to wake up. Listening to the physicians' banter was unnerving to him.

Thomas suddenly noticed Luke standing in the doorway.

"You can come in, Luke." Thomas said.

"I'm listening for the door. Lady Margaret should he knocking soon. Once I let her in, I will step out for a few moments if that's agreeable." Luke said.

"Of course. We will be fine." Thomas said.

"I won't be long. Just need to check on something." Luke said.

"It will be fine, lad. We don't expect her to awaken straightway. You won't miss anything if you're not away too long." Leofwin reassured him.

"Thank you, Master Rainecourt." Luke nodded. Next, he looked to Thomas. "Be gentle with the cursed knife you're going to use on her arm, alright?"

"Of course, Luke. All care will be taken." Thomas said, assuredly.

Luke nodded, but he wasn't too happy they were insistent on performing bloodletting on Floria.

Felicia stood from the chair in front of the fireplace to greet her brother when he finally arrived to his rooms.

"My goodness! You were gone a long while. How was it?" Felicia asked, curiously.

"Arduous. Long. Annoying at times." Luke sighed.

"The men you were working with, you mean? The annoying part?"

"No. They were fine. The annoying part was the cursed bright sunlight blinding me all day." he said. "How was your day, my dear?"

"Oh, it was quite good, Luke. Most of it. I had a lovely time with the ladies of the castle, and the ones who are temporarily staying here. We went to the balcony, then we went to the Gisbornes' chambers. We enjoyed a nice fruity wine, and there was delicious food brought to us. It was perfect. And then… it got rather weird on the way back here, Brother. I must say." Felicia scoffed. Her eyebrow quirked, knowingly.

"How so?" Luke asked. He wasn't ready to reveal the truth to Felicia. He needed to hear her side of it, as well.

"I asked Lady Aeleanna if she could introduce me to the Seamstress who created the gown she wore last night. It was spectacular! I'd love a nice new gown or two… in something more sedate than that, however. Anyway, Lady Aeleanna suggested we go to see her right then. Floria is her name. Boy. Was that a bad idea!" Felicia sighed, rolling her eyes.

"I see." Luke muttered.

"Funny thing was, she seemed to be alright until she took one look at me, for some strange reason. Lady Aeleanna made the introduction. We tried to tell her why we were there, and she didn't believe a word of it. Accusing us of japery and repeatedly asking about some random bloke she was convinced had sent us." Felicia remarked with a shrug.

"Hmm." Luke muttered.

"She was about as pleasant as that cursed old Duchess woman we met last night, Luke. She was behaving very queerly." Felicia frowned with a knowing quirk of her brow.

"Countess." Luke corrected her.

"Whatever." Felicia sighed.

"What did Lady Aeleanna say about that?"

"She's convinced that Floria girl is unwell. It's true the girl didn't look right. But, nothing about her was right, quite frankly." a beat. "Anyway, other than that queer encounter, I had a pleasant day." Felicia nodded.

"Good. That's good to hear. Will you be alright in here for a bit? I need to step away for a time."

"Again? You just came in, Luke. Where are you going now?"

"I need to… take care of something." Luke said, evasively. He looked down and sighed.

"What would that be?" Felicia pressed him.

"I need to… head down to… the training area. Need to make sure the materials we brought back are… being properly… unloaded." Luke lied. He shifted and looked to the floor.

"I see. Of course, Brother. Go. I'll be fine." Felicia nodded.

"Good. And, when I return I'm taking a bath. Just in case you had the same idea." Luke smirked.

"I'm good, Luke. Don't be too long. You look rather tired." she said.

Luke nodded, then took his leave of her.

The men were managing well, and we're almost finished stashing the materials in the training area, so Nichol decided to go inside the castle and quickly check in on Lady Kaeliss before returning to make sure everything was in order.

On the second floor, he noticed Luke coming out of his rooms and swiftly heading down the corridor. He also noticed Lady Aeleanna exiting Nigel's rooms and heading in the same direction as Luke. He decided to skip past his own chambers to find out what was happening down the hall. Just then, a couple of servants rushed past him, heading in the same direction carrying linen and towels, and a pitcher of water. Nichol shook his head in confusion as he kept walking.

"Officer Luke?" Aeleanna called out.

Luke stopped in his tracks and turned to face her, not noticing that Nichol was in the distance headed in their direction.

"Are you going to see Floria now? I thought I should check on her. Maybe it's better if I take care of that?" Aeleanna suggested.

"Excuse us." one of the servants said as they moved past the two of them.

Aeleanna narrowed her eyes at the servants, shaking her head slightly as she watched them swiftly walk down the corridor.

"I've already seen her, Lady Aeleanna. I'm going back in. Masters Crumwell and Rainecourt are with her, as well as Lady Margaret." Luke said.

"Hmm. And, those two servants who just walked past us." Aeleanna frowned, nodding behind him.

Luke turned around and noticed the two servants heading inside Floria's chambers.

"What is going on with Floria, Officer Luke?" Aeleanna pressed him.

"Luke?" Nichol called out to him. "What's going on up here?" he demanded as he approached them.

"That's what I'm trying to find out." Lady Aeleanna said.

"So, whatever you two are doing out here has nothing to do with Nigel?" Nichol asked.

"No, Sir. Nigel is fine." Aeleanna nodded.

Nichol narrowed his green eyes, curiously.

"Aren't you supposed to be in the training area?" Luke pointed out.

"Why? So you can proceed with whatever secretive bollocks you appear to be up to?" Nichol remarked sternly, with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"It's not… like that." Luke sighed.

"The men are finishing up. You may not have noticed, but we had Aldred with us. He's a big strong bloke. I'm heading back to see that all of the rocks, and the cursed logs and the chains attached to some of them are out of the way. I'm here now. What are you up to?" Nichol pressed.

Just then, the servants were coming out of Floria's rooms. Lady Margaret hurried after them.

"We're going to need a basin of water and a couple more towels." Lady Margaret instructed them.

The women nodded and went on their way past Luke, Nichol, and Lady Aeleanna in the direction of the staircase. Then, Lady Margaret headed back inside.

"What in the devil is going on in those rooms, Luke? Who even occupies those rooms?" Nichol asked.

"Those are Floria's rooms, Nichol. She assists Madam Oberon." Luke said.

"Oh, right. The maiden whom was attacked the night of the wedding fete, along with Lady Rhiannon. Alright. What's happening in there now? I'm guessing you must know, and that's where you were headed?"

Aeleanna raised her eyebrows at Nichol's comment, wondering what on earth happened at the Wordsworth/Nottingham wedding fete?

"Yes. She is being bled. Thomas is in there, as well as Master Rainecourt, and Lady Margaret, as you just saw." Luke explained.

"What? Oh, my!" Aeleanna exclaimed.

"What? Why? For God's sake! I hope she doesn't have anything catchy." Nichol sighed.

"No, it's not like that, Nichol." Luke said.

"Really? What's it like, then?" Nichol asked, pointedly.

"It's a long — "

"Never mind. I'll find out for myself." Nichol sighed. He started to walk toward Floria's chambers.

"I'm coming with you." Luke said, firmly.

"You should be in your rooms. You've a long day ahead of you on the morrow. Again." Nichol reminded him.

"I'm fully aware. I need to make sure she… is alright." Luke sighed.

"Fine. Let's make this quick." Nichol said, firmly.

"Officer Luke? Why is Floria being bled?" Aeleanna asked, worriedly.

"I'll tell you about it later, Lady Aeleanna. She is being well looked after." Luke said. He was trying to convince himself of that as much as Lady Aeleanna.

Moments later, Nichol opened the door letting himself in, as Luke followed closely behind him. He headed to the bedchamber and knocked on the doors.

"Enter." Leofwin called out.

None of the care team bothered to look in their direction when the doors opened, too focused on their task.

"Bring the water and the towels here." Lady Margaret said as she held Floria's arm steady on the bloodletting basin.

"We're not the servants." Nichol said.

"Are we needed somewhere else?" Thomas asked.

"No. But, Milord might want to know what's going on here when he returns shortly. What in the devil is happening in here?"Nichol demanded.

"We're bleeding her, Nichol." Leofwin said.

"Yes. I see that. My question is: why?"

"Apparently, the lass claimed to have had a headache. She drank mead. That didn't help, so she took two drops of opium to soothe the headache… allegedly." Thomas said.

"We are removing those cursed poisons from her. She may not have awakened at all if we hadn't done this." Leofwin added.

"Luke summoned for me straightway." Thomas said.

"Thank heavens, Tom. She could have easily succumbed." Leofwin frowned, while shaking his head and clicking his tongue against his palate a few beats.

"I see. What's the status now? I'm only asking so I can include this in my report to Milord Sheriff. He should be returning any moment." Nichol explained.

"We're about halfway through the bloodletting procedure." Thomas said.

"Any response?" Nichol asked.

"She does respond to our voices now, but she's still quite sleepy." Thomas nodded.

"Damn it, Floria!" Luke exclaimed in an inaudible whisper.

"Very well. I'm sure Milord will check in here. He's expected to return shortly. I must head downstairs now." Nichol said.

"That's fine. We shall update him when he arrives." Thomas nodded.

"I suppose you're staying." Nichol commented to Luke.

"Yes. I'll stay for a time after she wakes, then I'll head to my rooms." Luke said.

"Very well." Nichol nodded. Then, he took his leave of them.

It was close to a half hour later when Nichol was leaving the training area once more, satisfied with the placement of the heavy materials brought back from Nettlestone. The men were finishing up, and there was nothing more for him to do. He thanked them and went on his way.

As he approached the stables on his way toward the castle, he saw the Sheriff, Guy, and Richard coming out of them.

The Sheriff noticed Nichol and walked toward him.

"Is everything in order in the training area, Nic?" he asked, nodding behind Nichol.

"Yes, George. As good as it can be." Nichol sighed. "Good. I'm glad to see you weren't waiting on me."

"Not sure if you've anything much to report, but we're going to have a brief meeting in the Council Quarters. Just us, Robert, and the high ranking men." the Sheriff announced.

"I see. Sounds serious." Nichol frowned.

Guy and Richard caught up to them at this point.

"It will be brief, Nic. It's a good thing. Of course, if you have anything to report, it might not be so brief."

"Just a couple of things. Does the Duke know about this meeting? I saw him heading inside with Finn when I was on my way back to check on progress in the training area, not too long ago."

"Yes. He does know, Nic. So, you didn't stay with the men the entire time to supervise?"

"No. I left them for a short while. I headed inside the castle to do one thing, and… ended up in the middle of something else entirely." Nichol sighed.

The Sheriff regarded him with his eyebrow raised, suspiciously.

"That will be one of the points mentioned in my report." Nichol said.

"Sounds interesting." Guy quipped.

"Indeed." the Sheriff agreed.

Once they were inside the castle, Richard bid the men a good evening and was about to head toward the staircase.

"You may notice a flurry of activity up there, Richard. All is well. It's being handled." Nichol warned him.

The Sheriff and Guy looked to Nichol, strangely.

"Oh, no. Is Nigel worse, Nic?" Richard asked, concernedly.

"He's fine, Richard. It's nothing to do with him, or any of the men." Nichol said.

Richard nodded and turned to take his leave of them.

They noticed Robert and Duke Farnsworth approaching them.

"What did you mean by a flurry of activity on the second floor? Who's in trouble, Nic?" the Sheriff demanded.

"Floria isn't well. She's being bled. I'll fill you in more as part of my report." Nichol said. He opened the door of the meeting chamber, waiting for the men to file in before he followed them.

Once the door was closed, they all took their places at the large table.

"Fine. Let's make this quick so that I can head to Floria's rooms to find out what the hell is going on there." the Sheriff sighed.

"Good. I'll start with my report." Nichol nodded.

"Very well, what did we miss, Nic?" he asked.

"Ancel's team arrived back around mid morning. With two prisoners in tow, as well as two horses." Nichol said.

"Was one of them that Godless Salinger bloke?" the Sheriff asked.

"No. They were sent by Salinger to retrieve the dagger. Ancel listened in on the pair of them before the three men made the arrests. They are Lucan and Isaac, both employed by Baron Napier. Ancel said they mentioned being sent by Salinger to retrieve the dagger; the murder of the guard and the method used to kill him; the Baron; and that they planned to look for Felicia once they got the dagger because one of them commented that's what Napier wants. So, now we have two more added to the dungeon populace." Nichol explained.

"And… more horses added to the stables." the Sheriff sighed. "Well done to our men, though."

"Very good. So, just Salinger is on the loose now." Guy said.

"That we know of." the Sheriff said, his eyebrow quirked, knowingly.

"Indeed." Nichol nodded.

"And, that's it?" the Sheriff asked Nichol.

"Yes. And, the situation with Floria."

"Who is tending to her?"

"Both of the physicians, and Lady Margaret. Luke is there, too." Nichol said.

"That's fine. I'll get more of a report when I head up there soon."

"What was it you wanted to speak to us about, my Lord?" Duke Farnsworth asked, curiously.

"I've something in mind for two of our men. What Nichol just told us solidifies one of my plans."Nottingham hinted.

"What is that?" Robert asked.

"I think Ancel and Nigel are ready for added responsibility. Of course, Nigel needs to be cleared for regular duties first, but I think it will be good for him." the Sheriff began.

"Alright. What exactly do you have in mind?" Nichol asked.

"I want to put Ancel in charge of tactics. He's good with that. When Nigel is ready, I want him to be in charge of weapons, and the go to man of the Black Knights for training. Like… an assistant to you, Nic." the Sheriff said.

"I see. Sounds fair." Nichol nodded.

"I'm in agreement with that, my Lord." Duke Farnsworth said.

"Sounds like a great idea." Robert agreed.

"I like it. Both of them would be good in those roles, Cousin." Guy nodded.

"Good. I needed all of you to be aware and chime in with your opinions, before it's mentioned to either of them." the Sheriff said.

"I think it's a wise choice for both of them, my Lord." Duke Farnsworth said.

"Agreed. And, who else but Nigel is going to be any use instructing the men how to work that cursed obstacle course?" Guy sighed.

"That was a given. But, he's been helpful with assisting in Albert's training. And, he has always been good with both a longbow, as well as a blade. Not to mention all of that extra bollocks he performs to stay fit." the Sheriff said.

"Agreed." Duke Farnsworth nodded.

"All in favour, raise your hands." the Sheriff instructed them.

All four of the men raised their hands in agreement.

"Good. The decision is made. I'll speak to them on the morrow. If there's nothing more of significance to report, I need to see what the hell is happening with Floria." the Sheriff said, as he stood from his chair.

"No, George. Nothing more to report." Nichol said.

"Good. Same agenda for the morrow. You'll be in charge here, Nic. The rest of us will be in Nettlestone." he said. He started toward the door. Then he stopped and turned back to face Nichol. "Oh, and, Nic?"

"Yes?" Nichol asked.

"Lady Kaeliss should probably just stay here for a time. Until the bollocks with the marauders blows over. I'm going to suggest the same to Nigel in regards to Lady Aeleanna. Both of them live in town on their own, and they're directly on the path those marauders will be taking. I'm also going to suggest Lady Gunilda stay here with us. I don't like the idea of those three women being subjected to whatever those fools have in mind. All I need to do is get a room ready for Gilda." the Sheriff stated, firmly.

"Very well. I'll talk to Kaeliss about that tonight." Nichol nodded. He looked downcast and sighed.

"Be insistent, Nic. It's not safe for her, otherwise." he added, sensing Nichol's hesitation.

"I will. Although… it's a bit awkward to suggest it when we've only semi known each other a sennight. Nichol reminded him.

"It doesn't matter a damn bit. You know she'll be safer here. Who cares about the rest of it?" the Sheriff sighed.

"The Villagers will, George. When word gets out. And, you know it will. This was part of the Priest's issue with you that started this whole fool rebellion in the first place, with those Jesus cult blokes. You recall? The part about your lady wife living here — before she was your lady wife?" Nichol pointed out, with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"What of it?" he demanded, while exhaling, sharply.

"People might think their Sheriff has turned Nottingham Castle into a house of ill repute over here. Don't think they will care about the reasons." Nichol argued.

"Well, that's just too bad, isn't it? Do you care not for the safety of your paramour, Nic?"

"Of course, I care about her safety. It's just — "

"I don't care what that 'but' was going to be about, Nic. You're being ridiculous right now. When did you ever care about reputation over safety? You can fuck her whenever you feel like it — within reason, of course — without freezing your ass off, riding through the cursed snow — and you're arguing about it?" the Sheriff asked, incredulously.

"Right. Point taken. Alright. I will talk to her. She might choose to decline for the same reason I stated." Nichol pointed out.

"I know you have a spine, Nic. Don't back down. It's not safe for her, otherwise. The hell is wrong with you?" he demanded. "She can go home once the cursed marauders are handled, and you can go back to this travelling bollocks just to get fed and fucked… that you seem to enjoy." the Sheriff said, facetiously. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head.

"There's one more problem with that, George." Nichol sighed.

"And, what would that be, Nic? Are you eager to be rid of her, or some — " he started to question, shaking his head and narrowing his eyes, but was abruptly interrupted.

"Not at all. She told me a few days ago that she's expecting the arrival of her sister. It's not for a fortnight's visit, either. Kaeliss' sister, Ceradwyn, is planning to make Nottingham her permanent residence." Nichol said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"God's Nightgown!" Guy exclaimed.

"Women!" the Captain huffed.

"Really?" the Sheriff scoffed. "Where is she coming from? Did Lady Kaeliss mention that?"

"My lady's sister is travelling here… from London." Nichol sighed. He couldn't believe he didn't think of this until now.

"Damn it, Nic! The marauders will cross paths with her, guaranteed! Implore your lady friend, paramour, or whatever you're calling her that she needs to write an urgent note to her sister. Her sister must stay put until advised by us otherwise. We'll send a messenger with this missive straightway." the Sheriff instructed, firmly.

"Agreed. She may already be en route, however. I can't remember if Kaeliss mentioned that, or not? I was a little… shocked." Nichol frowned.

"Curses! Make sure she gives a good description of her sister to the messenger. Satan's teeth, Nic!" the Sheriff huffed in frustration.

"I will." Nichol said.

"This should have been handled before now. You knew about the marauders and where they're headed. Next, you find out her sister is journeying here from London — their destination — and you're only telling me now?" Nottingham asked, incredulously.

"I think the… shock of finding out the lady was planning to move here permanently distracted me. You're right. I should have made the connection before now, George." Nichol sighed.

"You're generally sharp. Don't lose your wits on me. As for the chat you're planning to have with Lady Kaeliss, I suggest you make that your priority once you leave this room." he added.

"Of course." Nichol said.

"When are you planning to talk to Lady Gunilda, Cousin?" Guy asked.

"As soon as we finish up on the morrow. I'll head over there, and hopefully, she'll gather her things and return here with me." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"The castle is turning into an Inn." Robert chuckled.

"Not really, Robert. I'm simply taking measures to keep these ladies safe. There's no other way. I have the space, so it seems a logical choice. Who the hell else around here can protect them the way we can?" the Sheriff sharply reminded him.

"Yes. Quite right, Milord." Robert nodded.

"Oh. One more thing, men. We will promptly find a replacement for that Faranone character we've currently got stewing in the dungeon. Gervase is up to his eyeballs in hay and horse shit out there." he nodded toward the windows. "Get the word out. Find someone to assist Gervase. And, make sure they're vetted, so we don't have a repeat of the Faranone fiasco." the Sheriff said, firmly. He shook his head, rolling his eyes.

"Of course, Cousin. But, what about the other workers in the stables? The hay shovelers, the shit shovelers, and the one the helps Gervase with the feeds, and grooming? You recall that one? He was the one who took over from Gervase for a couple of days — when that wounded consort managed to knock out Gervase and drag him away." a beat. "Are they on strike, or something?" Guy asked, in bewilderment.

"We ended up accumulating so many horses that even with those workers helping, they still can't keep up." Nottingham huffed. "Curses! Look for a couple of stable workers to help out with that, while you're at it, men. Until we figure out what to do with the horses we've accumulated from the criminals we're going to hang, we need help in there." he directed them.

All of them gave their verbal agreement.

"Just out of curiosity, what options are you considering for the horses? Surely you wouldn't… kill them?" Robert asked.

"Now, why would I do that? They will be either returned to the families of the criminals — depending on what they're like, or they will be sold. Some of them are in fine form. They'll fetch a pretty penny." the Sheriff said.

"Of course." Robert nodded.

The Sheriff nodded to the men, then turned and took his leave.

A short time later, the Sheriff was speaking to Luke in the sitting room of Floria's chambers. He couldn't help but notice the feminine touches added to the room. There was a small bouquet of short stemmed chrysanthemums in a variety of colours centred on a table in front of a sofa which was facing the fireplace. Soft pink velvet pillows were added to the sofa, and smaller matching ones were on the chairs.

A drawing pad was casually laying on the same table. It looked to him that Floria had been working on some gown designs. The Sheriff noted they were well drawn. He couldn't tell how well she captured faces. She left the faces blank and focused more on the sketch of the gowns. They were quite good, from what he could see.

Luke had just briefly explained the reason for the presence of the physicians and Lady Margaret. The Sheriff shook his head and sighed. Rhiannon had mentioned a peculiar reaction from Luke when Floria was mentioned at the celebration the night before. Was that why Luke was drunk? And, did Floria do this to herself, intentionally? He wondered.

"Let me get this straight. You're telling me she drank mead, and then took opium. Correct?" the Sheriff demanded.

"Yes, Milord." Luke nodded.

"You sure she didn't do that purposely to harm herself, Luke?" he sighed, shaking his head.

"She could barely stay awake when I questioned her. Despite that, she was adamant and her answers were instant. She said she was trying to soothe a headache, and had the opium on hand because it was once given to her when she fell from a horse. She said she took it when the mead didn't help. Truthfully, she was too out of it to lie, Milord. I believed her." Luke explained.

"I see. Satan's teeth! What was she thinking, mixing mead — of all spirits — with cursed opium?" he shook his head, exhaling sharply.

"She was desperate to ease the headache, she said. You're right, though. It was naive. I'm going to have a word with her about that when she's awake." Luke assured him.

"You said you came here to check on her. Not visit her. Check on her. Implying, you thought she might be in trouble. You sure she didn't do this to get your attention?" the Sheriff pressed him.

"Yes, Milord. I'm sure." Luke nodded.

"Very well. What prompted you to do a check on her?" the Sheriff asked, pointedly.

"A conversation with Nigel and Lady Aeleanna. Lady Aeleanna and my sister had seen Floria at the end of the day. Lady Aeleanna didn't think… Floria looked well."

"I see. That's fine, Luke. Stay here. I'll go in and get an update from them." the Sheriff said. He turned from him and sighed, then headed to the doors.

He knocked, then opened the doors in the second before Leofwin gave permission for entry.

Lady Margaret was seated on a chair beside the bed, holding Floria's right arm over a bloodletting basin, which had a cut out for her arm to rest in. Thomas and Leofwin stood beside one another about six feet away from the midwife.

The Sheriff stepped inside, but remained near the doors.

"Good even, Thomas. Leofwin. Lady Margaret. I need an update. Are you almost finished the bloodletting procedure?" the Sheriff asked, curiously.

"Yes, Milord. Probably a quarter of an hour more." Thomas said.

"Interesting. I was under the impression you started this awhile back." the Sheriff frowned.

"That is true, Milord, but we had a problem." Thomas began to explain.

"We're doing a slow drip, Milord. Don't want to overdo it. The blood clotted and stopped flowing, so — " Leofwin started to say, but was interrupted.

"Master Crumwell had to start again. On the other arm." Lady Margaret chimed in, nodding to the bandage on Floria's left arm. She looked back to her charge and held the girl's right arm steady over the basin.

"That is true, Milord. Thus, the delay." Thomas nodded.

"I see. What is the expectation from this procedure?" he asked.

"That she will begin to wake up without being prompted to open her eyes; and that will be the indicator that we successfully removed most of those poisons from her, Milord." Thomas explained.

"Indeed, Tom. It's looking favourable so far." Leofwin nodded, confidently.

"That's good. Her humours were all out of balance before we started." Lady Margaret added.

"That is correct, Lady Margaret." Thomas agreed.

"I see. What happens after she awakens? Is further treatment and observation needed?" the Sheriff asked.

"She should be fine if she awakens, but I'll have Lady Margaret stay in Floria's sitting room to do frequent checks on her. I shall also check in through the night." Thomas explained.

"Good. So, everything is in order for now?"

"Yes." Thomas nodded.

"Luke wants to see her when you're finished. He shouldn't stay too long. He has a very busy day ahead of him that starts early in the morning." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"Of course, Milord." Leofwin nodded.

"I'll make sure he doesn't stay too late, Milord." Lady Margaret said, assuredly.

"I'm confident she will follow through with that, Milord." Thomas smiled, nodding to the midwife.

"Very well. Notify me if there's no improvement." he instructed them.

"Of course, Milord." Thomas said.

"Otherwise, I'll assume she's on the mend, and I'll check in on her when I return tomorrow evening." he added.

"Understood. We won't disturb you unless a problem arises." Leofwin said.

"Perfect." he nodded.

"By the way, when would you like to meet about whatever it is you wished to discuss with me?" Thomas asked.

"It can wait, Thomas. It will be after I return tomorrow evening. I need a quick word with two of my men, then I'll look for you." the Sheriff said.

"Very well." Thomas agreed.

The Sheriff nodded to them, then left the bedchamber, closing the doors behind him.

Luke stood from the chair he was seated on and approached him.

"Relax, Luke. She's not awake yet. Thomas says there's a quarter of an hour more left to bleed her."

"But… they started this quite awhile ago? And, Master Rainecourt said they were only going to bleed her for a half hour. It's not adding up." Luke pointed out. He shook his head and frowned.

"Yes. There… was a problem which caused a delay." the Sheriff said. He looked down and sighed.

"What kind of problem?" Luke asked, worriedly.

"Apparently, the blood stopped flowing. Thomas had to… restart the whole thing on her other arm."

"What? Oh, my God!" Luke exclaimed, softly.

"It's fine, Luke. It seems to be flowing again. I'm sure you shall be summoned shortly, when she wakes up."

"I hope so." Luke sighed.

"Keep your visit brief. You worked hard today, and you've got another day of it on the morrow. Lady Margaret is staying in these rooms overnight to do frequent checks on Floria, and Thomas will be looking in on her, as well. She will be looked after. You need food and sleep, Luke." the Sheriff directed him.

"Yes, Milord." Luke nodded.

"In the meantime, sit. There's nothing for you to do until you're summoned." he added.

Just then, the doors to the bedchamber opened. Thomas was standing there. Luke turned toward Thomas.

"She's starting to waken, Luke. You can come in now. Focus on her. Don't look into the basin. We still have a bit more bleeding to do." Thomas explained.

Luke nodded, then proceeded into the bedchamber. Thomas turned and followed him, as the Sheriff took his leave.

Floria was beginning to open her eyes. Her vision was slightly blurry, but she frowned when she looked at the midwife. Then, she noticed Thomas, and another man she didn't recognize.

"What… is happening? Master Crumwell? Who are… these people?" Floria whispered, nodding to the other two.

"We are just finishing up with bleeding you, my dear. You… overdid it, mixing two separate poisons that had quite adverse effects on you." Thomas said.

"I had… a headache." Floria whispered. She shivered, wondering what happened to her dressing gown? Her arms were bare and she was missing the warmth of it.

Luke slowly approached the bed. Floria noticed him, and tried to focus her eyes better, but she was still feeling sleepy.

"Luke?" Floria whispered.

He swiftly went to her, standing opposite to Lady Margaret.

"I'm here." Luke whispered.

"Were we… talking earlier? Or… was I dreaming? I have a… vague memory of that, but… I might have been… dreaming."

"You weren't dreaming. We did speak, Floria." Luke said, softly.

"Oh. Good." she smiled up at him. Then, she blinked a few times and closed her eyes.

"Floria!" Thomas called to her.

"Yes? Won't you… let me sleep? It's late." Floria said with a yawn.

"It's really not late, Miss." Leofwin said.

"Who… are you?" Floria asked.

"Leofwin Rainecourt. I'm a physician. Tom is a friend and colleague. I'm staying here temporarily. My son is a Black Knight and was wounded four days ago."

"Oh. Right. Lady Aela mentioned something… about that. Somehow, I missed you when… I delivered Lady Aela's gown… to her yesterday." Floria said.

"Yes. That was a beautiful frock you created for my future daughter in law." Leofwin smiled.

"Thank you… for taking care of me. I should be… fine now." Floria yawned.

"We're not quite finished here, Floria. Lady Margaret will be staying here overnight to check on you. I will be coming by, too. First, we need to finish bleeding you." Thomas said.

"Oh. Very… well." Floria whispered. "What happened to my… dressing gown? I'm feeling… chilly."

"It was removed, so that we wouldn't soil it with your blood, Missy." Lady Margaret said.

"Oh. I see." Floria yawned.

"When should we give her the tea?" Luke asked.

"Once we're finished bleeding her. It won't be much longer." Thomas said.

"Very well. I'm going to find something to cover her arms. At least her left arm. She's shaking." Luke said, firmly.

"That's fine. Leave her right arm exposed." Thomas directed him.

Luke found a soft deep brown cashmere throw, which was casually draped over a chair by the window in the bedchamber. He brought it to the bed and gently arranged it over the top part of her, and covered her left arm completely, to her fingertips.

"Thank you… Luke." Floria whispered. She smiled, then closed her eyes. She was asleep in an instant. Once again, she began to softly snore.

Luke shook his head, frowning. He seated himself in a chair that was three feet away from Floria's left, then moved it closer to the bedside. He reached out and held her left hand. He hoped she would be more alert soon. He was quite worried for her.

Nigel smirked when Aeleanna returned to him.

"Don't know what that smirk is about. It's not good Nigel." Aeleanna sighed.

"It's because you look amazing. And, we're alone. Probably not for long. Father should be coming back any mo — "

"He is occupied, Nigel. The whole cursed healer team is at Floria's bedside."

"Oh. That doesn't sound encouraging." Nigel frowned as he walked closer toward her. "What's happening there? Do you know?"

"All I know is that they're bleeding her. I don't know why. I asked Officer Luke about that, and he said he'd tell me later. So, I guess he knows the reason." Aeleanna shrugged. "I waited for a time to get an update, but the only ones who emerged from there were servants, and the Sheriff a short while ago. He said they were still bleeding her."

"She is in good hands, Leanna. And… we're alone." Nigel smiled.

"Yes, we are. That's nice. We have some peace for a time. I'll summon for trays." she said, preparing to head to the door.

"No. Not right now." Nigel said.

"You should fortify yourself, Nig — "

"With what? Slop? The cursed chef has made a deal with my father. Why would I be eager for that?" he exhaled sharply, shaking his head.

"It's not for long, my love." Aeleanna reminded him.

"You're not generally obtuse, Leanna. You telling me you can't work out why I'm glad we are alone?" he smirked as he placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Nigel, we can't do that right now. It was only four days ago you were nearly… ripped to shreds." Aeleanna said, exhaling sharply. She looked downcast, closing her eyes, and shuddered.

"I survived. And, I must have done something right since then, because my body isn't giving me pain signals right now. It's giving me fuck signals, instead. I need you, Leanna." Nigel whispered. He leaned in and kissed her neck.

"Your father could walk in at any — "

"You love the danger, Leanna. We both know this. That's why we work. We'll be in my bedchamber. And, you don't need to worry I'll hurt myself, because you're going to ride my cock." Nigel smirked, salaciously. His green eyes smouldered as he grabbed her hand and placed it firmly over his crotch. "Feel it, gorgeous." he growled.

"Nigel." she moaned. "You feel so damn good."

"Come, gorgeous. We're gonna fuck. It's about damn time, too." Nigel smirked.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bedchamber, shutting the doors behind them.

Nigel pulled her in close in a warm embrace, kissing her longingly, and began to unfasten the buttons on the pretty navy tartan patterned frock she wore. Such classic simplicity about the gown, yet it was beautiful on her. It was very soft, almost like cashmere. Just like how Aeleanna's skin felt to him.

"Nigel." Aeleanna whispered when she broke their kiss. "It's probably better we stay clothed as much as possible. We don't know when your father is returning."

"No. I want to see you. Feel you. It's gonna be raw, Leanna. I couldn't give a rat's fuck when he comes back. We'll make it work." Nigel whispered as he continued undressing her. "We always do." he added, kissing her cheek, then her neck, quite softly.

"Lover, that sounds enticing, of course. The… raw part. But… I shall die of shame if your father ends up seeing me naked." Aeleanna said, firmly.

"I'll hear the door. You'll have plenty of time to get off of me, grab your clothes and run in the bath chamber. In the meantime, I'll dress, and if he comes to the doors — which I know he will — he won't have a bleeding clue that I just fucked your brains out." Nigel scoffed. Then, he kissed her softly.

"You're so bad, lover." Aeleanna giggled, as she attempted to remove his tunic.

"Leave it on until we're on the bed, my love. Then I'll just cover the whole damn thing with a towel. You don't need to see the cursed leeches, not to mention the bandaging." Nigel said, softly.

"Of course, Nigel." she smiled.

"I'm not pulling out, Leanna. I'm going to give you all of me." he whispered.

"Nigel, maybe we should wait for that until we are wed?" Aeleanna suggested. She wasn't much looking forward to any of that. Particularly, the whole motherhood thing.

"Yesterday, I turned thirty one. If we somehow manage to produce a child before my next birthday, that means I'll be fifty fucking one when he turns twenty years. That's damn near as old as my father! We mustn't delay. I'm going to be as old as dirt when I become a grandsire." Nigel sighed.

"You're so funny, Nigel. There isn't even a child to speak of, and you're talking about being a grandsire." Aeleanna chuckled.

"I love you, gorgeous. I'm going to show you. We're going to have that child, too." Nigel said.

"Very well." she nodded.

"I'm gonna give it to you. I'm giving you all of me. All you gotta do is ride me good and hard. You know the drill." he smirked.

Nigel did feel some pain, but his need for her was greater. He told himself all he had to do was lean back against the pillows on his bed and thrust a few times. He could definitely handle that, he thought to himself.

"Oh, I do know it." she whispered. She had just unfastened his breeches and was reaching inside, massaging him, stroking him intimately.

"Leanna." he whispered. He removed her gown and her shift from her. She spread her legs as he reached down to touch her. "Your sweet cunt is perfectly wet for me. Fuck, you've got me hard as steel! Get over here and mount me."

He pulled her over to the bed, then reclined upon it. He quickly doffed his black silk tunic and tossed it, then grabbed a towel that was nearby to cover his dressing and the few leeches placed on his skin around it. Then, he pulled her down toward him. Aeleanna straddled him and slowly lowered herself on top of him. She began to move, then picked up the pace to a steady bounce on top of him.

"That's it gorgeous. Fuck, you're so good on my cock!" Nigel whispered. He leaned in and sucked on her nipples as he thrusted inside of her.

"Mmm… Nigel. You feel so… good. Give it to me!" Aeleanna squealed.

Lady Kaeliss stood from the chair and walked over to greet Nichol with a smile when he returned to her.

"Are you finished for the day?" she asked.

"Yes, my love. How was your day?" he smiled.

"It was good, Nichol. This is my favourite part of it, though. Because, now… you're here with me." Kaeliss smiled.

He leaned in and kissed her, softly.

"I'm pleased to hear you say that, Kaeliss. Come. Let us sit. It's been a long day, and there's some things I need to tell you."

"Oh, my. Is everything alright?"

"It's going to be, beautiful. Don't you worry." Nichol smiled.

He grabbed her hand and led her to the sofa in front of the fireplace. He seated himself beside her and held her hand and kissed it.

Kaeliss regarded him, curiously.

"My love. This is going to seem a bit weird what I'm about to suggest, but it's important for your safety. You must understand that." Nichol began.

"Of course, Nichol. What is on your mind?"

"There's a band of dangerous rebels coming here from the north. Until we get those fools sorted, you need to stay here for a time. You will have the best protection here."

"Are you being… serious, Nichol? Are you suggesting I… move in here… with you?" Kaeliss asked, incredulously.

"It's a temporary thing, Kaeliss. Nigel will be informed that Lady Aeleanna should stay here for a time, as well. Milord suggested it. He's going to offer accommodation to Lady Gunilda, too."

"Really?"

"All of you live independently, and all of you live on the path these damn rebel blokes will be taking. You must do it, my love. I know it's strange and unconventional, and we've only known each other for nine days, but… let me offer this to you. I can't have you in danger, Kaeliss. You're too… important to me." Nichol said, softly. He kissed her hand, then looked down.

"I never thought I'd be cohabitating with a man before I was wed, but when you put it that way, Nichol… you make it hard to resist." Kaeliss sighed.

"It's for your protection, Kaeliss. Not for my personal convenience, I promise you."

"You sure this is on the level, Nichol? I've been lied to before. Told all of the things I wanted to hear when he didn't mean a word of it. You must admit… it does sound a bit contrived." Kaeliss said.

"I know, my love. I'm asking you to trust me when things are so new with us. It's no lie. Milord received a missive on Thursday from the Justiciar of England about a band of marauders coming from York." Nichol explained.

"I see. Alright, Nichol. I'll do it. Someone is going to need to get me home so I can pack a few things to bring here, though. Perhaps I can time this with Lady Aeleanna and we can do it together? We can't keep borrowing Lady Rhiannon's clothes. I just saw her again after I took a bath. She asked me to come by and she gave me another gown for the morrow. The lady is very kind, but I'm sure she'd be happy to have her garments back, too." Kaeliss said.

"Very well." Nichol smiled. "We better do that soon. Perhaps the morning? I'll arrange for one of the men to escort you both."

"That's fine with me. It's actually perfect, since I won't need to answer questions from nosy old Helewise. As long as it won't take too long because Lady Aeleanna has an appointment just after midday. She's meeting with a Florist regarding her wedding flowers, with Ladies Rhiannon and Isabelle." Kaeliss explained.

"I'm sure it will be fine, my love."

"You mustn't mention their appointment with the Florist man to Lady Meridwyn, Nichol. Ladies Rhiannon and Isabelle are meeting him regarding flowers for Lady Meridwyn's upcoming birthday celebration." Kaeliss warned him.

"Of course. Duly noted." Nichol smiled.

"You didn't mention Lady Demetria. Is she not being offered accommodation, too?" Kaeliss asked, curiously.

"She lives closer to Nettlestone. I'm sure Milord is confident she's well out of the path of those rebel blokes." Nichol explained.

"I see. I hope that is true."

"If there's any worry about that, he'll include her and the baby, as well. I'm sure of it." Nichol said, in an attempt to assuage her.

"Good. That is reassuring." a beat. "It's going to be a bit strange being here, but I'm… looking forward to it, too." Kaeliss smiled.

"Me, too." Nichol smiled. "Every moment with you is golden, beautiful."

"It might only be nine days since we met, but they've been amazing, Nichol. Particularly, when we really started to… become acquainted in the last sennight." Kaeliss smiled.

"I'm going to go as far as to say that… they've been the best nine days of my life." Nichol said.

"Oh, Nichol!" Kaeliss sighed merrily, as she leaned against him.

"My love, we're not done. We've got the temporary living arrangements worked out, and out of the way. There's one more thing I must implore you to do." Nichol began, firmly.

"What would that be, Nichol?" Kaeliss looked up at him, curiously.

"Kaeliss, you must get word to your sister. She mustn't come until these fools are sorted."

"What?"

"My love, they're coming from York. Their destination is London." Nichol said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Oh. Curses! You best get me some parchment, a quill and some ink. Since, I'm unsure of where I might find those items. Who is taking it to her?" she asked, curiously.

"A messenger, Kaeliss. My guess is it will be his trusted emissary, unless the young fellow is occupied with something else. It will be alright." he smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Very well." Kaeliss nodded. She hoped her trust in him wasn't misguided, as it was the last time she gave her heart away too soon.

Nichol arose from his seat and went to get the items requested by her.

Nigel and Lady Aeleanna had just finished with their blissful coupling session and were cuddled together under a blanket upon the bed. They were talking, when they heard a knock on the outer door.

"Well, that can't be your father, Nigel. He wouldn't knock on that door." Aeleanna sighed. She sat up and prepared to grab her clothes.

"Damn it! I don't know who that could be. You get your clothes on, gorgeous. I'll quickly dress and see what this is about." Nigel instructed her.

Aeleanna nodded and threw on the burgundy velvet dressing gown that was draped over a chair beside the bed, then quickly gathered up her clothing that was strewn on the floor, and headed into the bath chamber.

Nigel had his tunic on, and was hastily donning his breeches and his boots. The knocking happened once more.

He quickly fastened his breeches, leaving his tunic loose and untucked, then left the bedchamber.

The Sheriff had his arms folded and tapped his boot impatiently on the floor as he awaited an answer to his knock. Finally, the door opened.

"Oh. Good even, Milord." Nigel nodded.

"Are you alright, lad? Your cheeks look a bit flushed." the Sheriff commented with his amber hazel eyes narrowed, suspiciously.

"Yes, it's fine. I was doing some arm exercises." Nigel lied, even though he did take care of that earlier when Mordrid and Luke stopped by.

"I see. You really should be taking it easy with all of that bollocks, Nigel." he sighed.

"It was very modified. Come in, Milord." Nigel said.

The Sheriff nodded and stepped inside, as Nigel closed the door.

"Where is Lady Aeleanna, Nigel? I need to speak to you both." the Sheriff announced.

"She is in the bath chamber. She should be coming out of there momentarily." Nigel smiled.

"Good. Maybe you should let her know I'm here to speak to you both?"

"She's been in there awhile, Milord. I'm confident she'll be emerging any moment now." Nigel said. Then, he noted the Sheriff's impatient expression. "I'll find out how much longer — " he started to say, but was interrupted by the bedchamber doors opening.

Aeleanna stepped out of the bedchamber to greet them. She was wearing the same navy tartan patterned soft wool gown. Everything was in order, except her hair was visibly wet.

Nigel looked at her, then looked down and smirked.

"Good even, Milord Sheriff." Aeleanna smiled as she walked toward them. "Forgive my appearance. I just finished taking a bath." she lied.

"I see." he nodded.

"I should leave you two alone. You probably have some business to discuss." she said, turning back toward the bedchamber.

"Stay, Lady Aeleanna. I'm here to speak to both of you." the Sheriff said.

Aeleanna turned back to face him, regarding him, curiously.

"Milord?" she asked.

"Come. Both of you seat yourselves. I've something to discuss with you. It shouldn't take long." the Sheriff directed them.

Both of them regarded him, strangely. Nigel nodded to him, and all three of them seated themselves in chairs arranged in a semi circle.

"Nigel. You recall me mentioning the special variety of criminals we're expecting from York? As per notification of such by both the Prince, and the Justiciar of England." the Sheriff began.

Aeleanna raised both eyebrows, widening her eyes in astonished horror.

"The marauders, I'm guessing. Yes, Milord. First I heard of it was when Prince John mentioned them to you last night. Right before the missive from Erasmus arrived." Nigel nodded.

"Right. I'd forgotten that I purposely didn't tell you. I was planning to — until I watched you nearly bounce off the walls when I came to show you the shield on Thursday." the Sheriff sighed. "I believe that it's best that… " he began, then turned his attention from Nigel to Lady Aeleanna. "You are hereby advised to stay here for a time. Meaning, until we have these rebel blokes handled. It's for your protection, Lady Aeleanna."

"Milord? Are you… serious?" Aeleanna swallowed, dryly.

"This is a very serious matter, Milady. You must understand. The same accommodation is being strongly suggested to Lady Kaeliss — most likely, as we speak. And, this time tomorrow night I hope to be escorting Lady Gunilda here." the Sheriff explained.

"Uh… excuse me, Milord?" Nigel asked, a bit astonished by that last point.

"Truthfully, Gilda and I are old friends. We met… nineteen years ago." he muttered, finishing with a soft sigh.

Nigel raised both his eyebrows and widened his green eyes in complete surprise. He knew they had to be more than just "friends" at one time.

"The point is, all of you ladies live independently, directly on the cursed path these criminals will be taking. This is not a punishment, Lady Aeleanna. You will be better protected here." the Sheriff advised her, firmly.

"Oh, my. This really must be serious if you're uprooting three of us ladies from our homes, because, surely… it's not a form of imprisonment. Am I right?" Aeleanna asked, pointedly.

Both of the men were surprised by that.

"Aeleanna!" Nigel quietly admonished. He shook his head and exhaled, sharply.

"It is serious, Lady Aeleanna. You're free to come and go as you please — but I insist you have protection. At least one of my men will accompany you. This is until we get these criminals sorted. This particular variety of outlaws we're expecting are like agents of chaos, Milady. They're unpredictable." the Sheriff explained.

"You're not being held hostage, Leanna. He's straight up honest, my love." Nigel said, softly.

This is part of how Nigel knew he loved her. In the past, the idea of having her underfoot all of the time got under his skin. Now, he was too concerned for her welfare, and felt compelled to keep her safe.

Aeleanna nodded at him. She looked down and softly sighed.

"Very… well, Milord. If you truly believe it is safest, I'm in agreement." Aeleanna said. She looked up at him and nodded.

"Good." he said, simply.

"Thank the Gods, Leanna." Nigel whispered.

"I've a question, though." Aeleanna began.

"What is it, Milady?" he asked, curiously.

"You didn't mention Lady Demetria Gael. Mordrid's wife. Is she not being afforded the same protection? With respect, Milord." Aeleanna nodded.

Nigel looked at her, shaking his head in slight shock. She was making good points, but she was too forward, and far too blunt. He sighed. He would need to have a word with her later.

"She's closer to Nettlestone, Milady. I don't believe her location places her in danger. You and the two other ladies mentioned would be in grave danger, I'm afraid." the Sheriff explained.

"Oh. I see." Aeleanna frowned.

"If there's any question regarding her safety, she and their infant son will be brought here at once." a beat. "Zeus help us all." he exhaled sharply.

Nigel looked down and scoffed.

"Good. I'm glad to hear that. Milord. I need to get home to bring some of my things back here. I've borrowed enough from your most gracious lady wife, Milord." Aeleanna smiled.

"Very well. I'm sure Lady Kaeliss has the same idea. I'll arrange for you both to be escorted to your homes to fetch your things at a time of your choosing."

"Morning is probably best, Milord. But, I should check with Lady Kaeliss." Aeleanna said.

"I'll take care of it, my dear. You're hair is soaking wet. You'll catch a cursed deathly chill in the corridor. I will keep you apprised. Alright?" the Sheriff said, persuasively.

"Very well. Thank you, Milord." Aeleanna smiled.

"Cheers, Milord. I appreciate the consideration for my soon to be bride." Nigel nodded.

"Of course. I'll leave you now. You look like you could use a rest, Nigel. Your cheeks are still rosy." a beat. "You must cease this cursed training bollocks! You look like you just ran the perimeter of the entire property!" the Sheriff admonished him.

"Duly noted, Milord." Nigel nodded. "I will take a… break from it on the morrow."

"If you don't ease up, Leofwin will never clear you." the Sheriff huffed.

"Oh, I'll be back, Milord. That, I can promise you." Nigel said, confidently.

"Heed their advice, will you? I swear, you're going to bust those cursed stitches open. A group of us already saw what you look like dead, lad. We don't want to see that cursed bollocks again. Understood?" Nottingham stated, firmly.

Aeleanna gasped. Her colour turned white as she imagined in her mind what the Sheriff just described. She felt tears welling in her eyes. She really did almost lose Nigel.

Nigel noticed, but he wasn't afforded the opportunity to properly respond. He could clearly see her horror. He sighed, then addressed the Sheriff.

"Yes, Milord. Understood." Nigel nodded. He was only avoiding arguing about it because he wanted to comfort his lady.

"Good. I'll confer with Nichol and find out when is best for Lady Kaeliss to visit her manor. I'll leave it to Nichol to organize that and inform you of the timing." the Sheriff said as he stood from the chair.

"Very well, Milord." Aeleanna nodded.

Nigel started to get up from his chair.

"It's fine, Nigel. I'll see myself out. You rest, lad."

"Cheers, Milord." Nigel nodded.

The Sheriff bid them both a goodnight, and took his leave.

Nigel stood from his chair and went to his lady.

"Leanna? Are you alright, my love?" he asked, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"What he said. About seeing you… dead. Oh, my God, Nigel!" Aeleanna exclaimed in a choked whisper. Tears began to flow down her cheeks.

"It is past us, my love. I made it. I lived. It will be alright, Leanna. Do not cry." Nigel said, softly.

"Oh, Nigel!" Aeleanna exclaimed.

She stood from the chair and threw her arms around him. She held unto him fast, and quietly wept with her cheek pressed to his shoulder.

"Be at ease, my love. Everything is fine." Nigel whispered, soothingly.

"Damn it, Nigel! Don't you ever do that to me again!" Aeleanna cried, slapping him on his arms.

"Curses! You're not right. That Seamstress woman better not have passed her sickness on to you." Nigel sighed.

"I'm terrified, Nigel. It's nothing to do with illness. I'm physically hale, but the thought of possibly going through this again scares the hell out of me, and does make me want to retch. With fear. Don't… do that again, lover." she implored him.

"I will do my best to keep that in mind. Frankly, however, I… still don't remember it." he muttered.

"That's fine. Just keep it in mind."

"Come, my love. Let's go back and relax in the bedchamber. You've had a fright. I want you to feel safe and relaxed." Nigel said, softly.

"Very well. I always feel safe with you near." Aeleanna nodded. She sniffed, and pulled a handkerchief from the pocket of her skirt. She began to dry her eyes, and dabbed at her nose.

"Nice touch with the soaking wet hair, Leanna." Nigel chuckled. He took her by the hand and led her back into the bedchamber.

"There was a basin of water in there. I leaned down and poured it all over my hair. Had to make it look realistic, my love." she smirked.

Nigel pulled her in close to him and kissed the top of her head.

"That's my girl!" Nigel scoffed. "Incidentally, I'm quite glad you'll be staying with me for a time, gorgeous. I'm liking having you by my side." he smiled.

"Me, too." Aeleanna whispered. "I love you, too, Nigel."

"I know. Seat yourself on the bed, Leanna. I'll tend to that fire. I need to keep you warm." Nigel directed her.

Next, the Sheriff went to Nichol's rooms and knocked on his door. Luckily, this time, he wasn't waiting for a response.

The door opened and Nichol nodded to him.

"Come in, George. She knows. She agreed to it." Nichol said, nodding behind him to Lady Kaeliss.

"Good." he said as he walked through the doorway, past Nichol.

The Sheriff noticed Lady Kaeliss was seated at a table, and writing something on parchment.

Nichol closed the door and joined him.

"Good even, Milord." Kaeliss nodded to him. "I'm just penning a note to my sister."

"Perfect. I'm glad you're staying here, Lady Kaeliss. It is best for you." he smiled.

"Whom am I getting to deliver the missive, George? Is Billingsley still one of your go-to emissaries?" Nichol asked.

"Yes. Once it's ready, give it to the Scribe with instructions to summon Daniel to take this at once. Don't forget to have Lady Kaeliss give a description of her sister in case the lady has already started on her way." the Sheriff instructed him.

"Of course, mate. It will be done." Nichol said.

"I just spoke with Nigel and Lady Aeleanna. She has agreed to this arrangement, as well. Lady Aeleanna wishes to visit her home to bring some of her things back here."

"Kaeliss wishes to do the same, George." Nichol said.

"Lady Aeleanna says that morning will work for her if that's agreeable with your lady?"

"Yes. Kaeliss said the same thing. Ladies Rhiannon, Isabelle, and Aeleanna have an appointment with Galfrey here just after midday. I'll take care of it, George. I'll have one of the men escort them both in the morning to take care of this." Nichol said.

"Perfect. I'll leave you now. I just needed to inform you to get Daniel Billingsley to take that missive that your lady is penning."

"Of course, George. I'll handle it. Everything is in order." Nichol smiled.

"Good. I'll see you in the morning before we leave. I'm going to make sure the men are fed before we head out. That includes you, as well, Nic." the Sheriff said.

"Very well. I'll see you then." Nichol nodded.

A short time later, Nottingham entered into his private chambers. He found Lady Rhiannon in the den. Her hair was damp, but she was dressed. She was speaking to Hildith.

Hildith nodded a greeting to him, as Rhiannon walked over to him.

"What's going on, Rhiannon?" he quietly asked, nodding behind her to Hildith.

"I just took a bath. She minded the baby while I took care of that. I'll summon for hot water for you, too. I'm sure you'd like that after the work you were involved in." Rhiannon said.

"Yes. That is definitely in order." he scoffed. He set his surcoat aside and began to unbutton his doublet.

At this time, the child could be heard crying in the bedchamber. Rhiannon started to walk there.

"I'll see to him, Milady." Hildith offered. She turned and swiftly headed to the bedchamber.

"Did you just arrive?" Rhiannon asked.

"No. I had a meeting with my Advisors and top ranking men. Then, I had to check in with… a problem with… Floria. Next, I needed to see Nigel, and then Nic." he said.

"I see. What is happening with Floria, George?"

"She is being bled." he said, casually.

"What?" Rhiannon asked, incredulously.

"It's fine, my lady. Thomas and Leofwin are there. And, Lady Margaret. Luke, as well, but he should be leaving soon." the Sheriff said.

"That doesn't sound fine to me. The whole damn healer team is there, George! Why does she need to be bled?" Rhiannon pressed.

"She overdid it with mead and opium in a foolish attempt at soothing a headache. That's what she told Luke." the Sheriff explained.

"I must see to her. Make sure she is alright." Rhiannon said.

"What? There's no need for that, Rhiannon. She's being well taken care of."

"I must, George. It will be fine. I'll have Hildith continue to mind Edison so that you may proceed with a hot soak in the tub. I won't be long. On my way out, I'll summon for hot water for you." Rhiannon suggested.

"Are you sure, my lady? You really don't need to do that. Lady Margaret will be staying in Floria's rooms to check on her overnight. Thomas will be checking in frequently, as well." he explained.

"Yes, I'm sure." Rhiannon smiled.

She kissed his cheek, as he was placing his doublet over a chair. Then, she turned and headed into the bedchamber to have a word with Hildith.

The Sheriff shook his head and sighed. He promptly walked to the table where the decanter of brandy and goblets were kept. He wasn't planning on bothering with this, but now he was going to have Hildith here with him for Zeus knows how long, in his mind. At this moment he was annoyed with Floria for doing something stupid — and occupying Lady Margaret all night, when she could be minding his son.

Floria was slightly more awake now. The bloodletting procedure had just finished, and Lady Margaret was bandaging her right arm where the small incision had been made. She was grateful that no blood had spilled on the girl's pretty pale blue shift, nor the bed linens. Luke was still positioned to Floria's left, still holding her hand, observing the midwife while she worked.

"There. I have it bandaged now, Floria. We just need to apply pressure to it for a time." Lady Margaret said as she placed her hand firmly on the dressing. She looked to Luke. "Come. Since you're going to be with her for a time you might just as well take over from me. Apply the pressure, Officer Luke."

"Of course, Lady Margaret." he nodded.

Luke stood from the chair, letting go of Floria's hand, then walked to the other side of the bed.

Floria sat up more and looked to the physicians.

"Is that it, then?" she asked.

"The procedure is complete. You're showing improvement. Yes. We are finished here. I'll be popping by to get frequent updates from Lady Margaret tonight. She shall be in your sitting room, and she'll be coming in to perform regular checks on you." Thomas explained.

"I certainly will be." Lady Margaret said, firmly. She picked up the bloodletting basin and her bag, moving away from the bedside.

"Checks?" Floria asked.

"While you sleep, I'll be making sure you're breathing, Missy. Among… other things." Lady Margaret muttered.

"What other things?" Luke asked, suspiciously.

"The maiden shall need to be either reclined slightly, or be in a side lying position while she sleeps. In case she… vomits." Leofwin explained.

"Can't have her breathing that in!" Lady Margaret said, firmly.

"What?" Floria asked.

"All you need to know is you'll be properly tended to this night, Floria. Alright? Be at ease now, and do drink that tea that Luke wisely requested for you. I want you to drink of that while Luke keeps applying pressure for a time." Thomas directed her.

"Very well." Floria nodded. She reached to her left where a mug of it was waiting for her on a table and grabbed it.

"We shall leave you now." Thomas said, nodding beside him to Leofwin. "I shall return in an hour to get an update and look in on you. I won't disturb you if you are asleep. Lady Margaret will be right outside in your sitting room."

"Until I come back to do a check, Missy." Lady Margaret smirked.

"I see. Very well. Thank you all for… your care and attention." Floria nodded to them.

Lady Margaret proceeded toward the bedchamber doors carrying the basin, as well as her bag. Thomas and Leofwin followed her out.

Once the doors were closed, Floria took a sip of her tea, then looked to Luke.

"Forgive me, Luke." Floria whispered.

"We don't need to hash this out now, Floria. You must drink that tea, and rest." Luke said, while continuing with applying pressure to her arm.

"But, I must. It's my mistake and it has… caused all of this. You wouldn't be… here right now if I hadn't caused this. I took the opium after… the mead didn't work, because I had a cursed… pounding headache that I wanted to stop. I had the headache… because I cried for two days. I cried for two days because… I made a mistake, and thought I lost you at the end of it." Floria frowned. She sighed and looked downcast.

"What's done is done. We can only move forward." Luke said, softly.

"I'm not used to this, Luke. I'm not used to… having a good man care about me. I made the wrong assumption… when I saw you with her. I never would have imagined she would be… your sister, whom we all thought was dead. Who would? Naturally, I drew the only conclusion that made… sense to me, because that is what I'm used to, Luke." Floria explained.

"I know, my love. I understand it now. Forgive me. I was harsh with you. I was too angry to see your perspective. I see it now, though." Luke smiled.

"Of course, I do. All I need to… know is: do you forgive me?" Floria pleaded with him, softly.

"Yes, Floria. Of course, I forgive you." a beat. "I thought I lost you again earlier! Damn it, Floria! You mustn't ever do that again. Do you hear me? You must never take opium after drinking spirits!" Luke implored her.

"I promise I will… never do that again. The only good things about… this whole mess is… you're here with me, and the cursed… headache is gone." Floria said.

"I'm glad your headache has left you, my love." Luke smiled.

"I… messed up again, Luke." Floria sighed and looked downcast.

"What do you mean?"

"I met… her. Your sister. I… I couldn't hold back the tears. I was jealous of her… for her closeness to you. I thought… we were done. I wasn't… very pleasant. Lady Aeleanna brought her here to… meet me. My head was… pounding. I was upset. I wasn't… pleasant at all. I'm sorry, Luke. I've made such a… mess of things!" Floria exclaimed softly, then started to cry.

"Do not cry, my love. It will be fine. I will properly re-introduce you to my sister. I'm here with you. You didn't lose me."

"Oh, Luke!" Floria cried.

"Hush, my love. All is well. I promise you." Luke said, soothingly. He leaned over to her and softly kissed her cheek, keeping his hand firmly placed over her dressing.

"I… I honestly thought — "

"I know. I didn't have a moment to tell you about this turn of events before you saw me with Felicia. It makes sense now, though. I might have jumped to the same conclusion if the roles were reversed." Luke admitted.

"You're not… angry anymore?" Floria asked.

"Right now, I'm feeling very grateful that you're going to be well. No, Floria. I'm not angry." Luke smiled.

"I am so relieved to hear that, Luke. I couldn't… imagine my life without… you in it." Floria said, softly.

"Do not give that one more thought, my love. Alright? You're in my heart… each and every day." Luke said. He squeezed her hand, while continuing to apply pressure using his left hand.

"As are you with me, Luke." Floria smiled.

She sipped of her tea, then set the mug on the table beside her. Then, she rested her head against the pillows and closed her eyes, contentedly.

Lady Rhiannon had her hand poised to knock on Floria's door when the door opened. Thomas and Leofwin greeted her, surprised to see her there.

"Good evening, Lady Rhiannon." Thomas said.

"Milady." Leofwin smiled.

"You're both leaving? Does that mean Floria is better now?" she asked.

"I'm guessing Milord filled you in?" Thomas asked.

"Yes. He said you were bleeding her and told me the reason why it needed to be done." Rhiannon said.

"The procedure is complete. She's still a bit tired, but it was successful. Lady Margaret is staying here to check on her. I'll be coming by frequently tonight, as well." Thomas explained.

"I would like to see her." Rhiannon announced.

"She's resting, Lady Rhiannon. Luke is in there with her." Thomas informed her. He narrowed his eyes, trying not to frown. He wasn't sure if he was imagining it? He was a bit tired, after all. Or… was the lady appearing smaller than normal?

"Good. I'm still going to see her. That girl has no family at all, Thomas. It's a cursed shame. I want her to know she can summon for me if there's anything she needs." Rhiannon said, firmly.

"Very well. I'll agree to that." Thomas nodded.

"Good thinking, Tom. Sometimes a woman's touch is what is needed." Leofwin agreed.

"Precisely!" Rhiannon said.

Thomas nodded, then turned and notified Lady Margaret.

"Go on in, Milady. I'll return in about an hour." Thomas said.

She thanked him and bid both of them a goodnight. Then, she went inside Floria's chambers.

Lady Margaret stood from a chair to greet her when she entered into the chambers.

"Good evening, Milady."

"The same to you, Lady Margaret. How much time do we have before you perform one of your checks?" Rhiannon asked.

"About a half hour."

"Very well. I won't be long, and I'll advise Luke of that."

"Of course." a beat. "Goodness, Milady! Are you looking after yourself? You appear… even smaller than I thought. Does Master Crumwell know about this?" Lady Margaret pressed her.

Rhiannon looked down and sighed. She wanted to admonish her, but she knew the midwife was only concerned for her. She composed herself, then looked up.

"Well, I did notice him looking at me funny, moments ago. My lord husband plans to have a word with him, even though I don't see what the alarm is about." Rhiannon shrugged.

"This can occasionally happen to ladies who are nursing. But, I don't think your milk has come in yet. Am I correct? Loss of weight only happens with actual milk production in cases like that." Lady Margaret explained.

"Yes, you are correct. It's not for lack of trying. Anyway, I think it's just all of the… injuries, and shocking events that have taken place in a very short amount of time. Starting only three weeks ago. It makes sense to me. You mustn't fret. You've enough to handle here." Rhiannon said, firmly.

"Very well. Only because I know Master Crumwell will be addressing this." Lady Margaret agreed.

Rhiannon nodded and went to the bedchamber doors. Floria weakly called out permission for her to enter once she heard the knock.

Luke stood from his chair, keeping pressure applied to Floria's right arm.

"Good even, Lady Rhiannon." he nodded.

"Please. Be seated, Luke. You've a job to do." Rhiannon smiled.

He nodded and resumed his position, feeling increasingly awkward.

"Milady Rhiannon? Did you want to… see me about something? I can show you… my new designs. They're on a… sketch pad in my den. I just need to wait until… we're done applying pressure to my arm." Floria explained.

"No, silly girl! I'm here to see that you're on the mend. Are you feeling alright, my dear?" she asked, once she reached the bedside.

"Yes. I should say… I am. My headache is gone. My head isn't spinning. I have good company. The only thing I'm not… pleased about, is that I look… a right fright. Both arms bandaged up. I look like… I tried to… off myself!" Floria exhaled sharply, shaking her head. She shook the soft throw off of her left arm to show the dressing to Lady Rhiannon.

"Oh, Floria!" Luke sighed.

"No one will make that assumption, because no one will know. Have you not stepped outside the castle, Floria? Winter has come. Unless you normally run a little hotter than most people, you're going to need sleeves. Warm ones. You mustn't fret, my dear. They're wee little nicks on your arms. You'll heal in no time, I promise." Rhiannon smiled.

"Are you sure, Milady? How do… you know this… for certain?" Floria asked, suspiciously.

"It was done to me, as well as my lord husband. We are fine. Our arms look normal. It was also performed on Luke."

"Indeed, Floria. You recall?" Luke asked.

"Oh. I'd forgotten. I see. That's… very good to know, Milady. Thank you… for that." Floria nodded. Her eyelids became heavy and she tried to stifle a yawn.

"Of course. If you need anything at all, do summon for me. Alright?"

"I'm sure… I'll be fine, Milady Rhiannon. It's very kind of you… to come by."

"It's no bother, my dear. You rest now. Also, I'm informing you both that Lady Margaret will be coming in here in less than half an hour." Rhiannon warned. Her eyebrow quirked, knowingly.

"Duly noted, Lady Rhiannon." Luke nodded.

"Hopefully, she will… direct him to stop… the pressure." Floria yawned, nodding to Luke.

"I'm sure she will. As long as the bleeding has stopped, she will. Do not worry." Rhiannon smiled.

Rhiannon bid them both a goodnight, and reminded Floria to summon her with anything she might need. Then, she took her leave.

Just as Lady Rhiannon exited Floria's bedchamber, there was an urgent knocking on the door. She told Lady Margaret she would handle it.

She was a bit surprised to see Madam Oberon standing before her, a worried expression upon her face.

"Bonsoir, Madame." Rhiannon said.

"Mon cher! What in the world is going on over here? I've been hearing a flurry of activity in the corridor, and her door opening and closing more frequently than ordinary. Is everything quite alright?" Madam Oberon asked, worriedly. Her blue eyes narrowed in a frown.

"Come in, Madame. I'll have Lady Margaret explain it to you." Rhiannon directed her, motioning for her to enter.

The Seamstress nodded and walked in, past her.

Rhiannon closed the door, then introduced the ladies, quickly explaining the relationship between Madam Oberon and Floria to Lady Margaret.

"So, she assists you?" Lady Margaret asked the Seamstress.

"Oui." Madam Oberon nodded.

"With what… again?" Lady Margaret asked.

"Perhaps you've heard of her? She is Madame Oberon. Finest Seamstress in Nottingham. She is my Wardrobe Mistress, and handles the gowns for the ladies of the castle. Floria is a Seamstress, too. Both design and make beautiful gowns." Rhiannon explained.

"I see." Lady Margaret nodded.

"Is Mademoiselle Floria quite alright, Dame Margaret? Are you… a healer?" Madam Oberon inquired.

"I'm a midwife. I'm studying to be a physician, under the tutelage of Master Crumwell. I suppose… a healer in training. I'm a good midwife, though. I've a few tricks for a good many issues with women and babies." Lady Margaret smiled.

"C'est bon! Are you able to share what exactly you are needed for here? Is she… with child?" Madam Oberon asked, widening her eyes.

"No. She is not. I'm here because of the healer in training part, not the midwife part." Lady Margaret smiled.

"Oh, cher. Can you tell me… is she ill?" Madam Oberon pressed.

"She was, but she is doing better now, Madam Oberon." the midwife said, assuredly.

"I see. But, you are here. I suppose that means it was a bit serious, non?"

"We needed to bleed her, Madam Oberon. It won't likely need to be repeated. She is, thus far, responding well to it." Lady Margaret explained.

"Oh, cher. It was serious. You sure she's doing better?"

"I'm just about to go and check on her again. You may come with me if you like."

"C'est bon. Merci, Dame Margaret." Madam Oberon smiled.

"Are you coming, Lady Rhiannon?" the midwife asked.

"No. I've already had a quick visit with her. I'll leave you ladies to it. She was looking a bit tired, so I don't wish to overstimulate her." Rhiannon nodded.

She left the chambers, as the midwife took Madam Oberon to Floria's bedchamber.

An hour later, Lady Margaret went inside Floria's bedchamber to perform a check on her. Floria was semi reclined against her pretty pale blue silk pillows, sound asleep. Her head was leaned to her right, resting on Luke's shoulder. He was holding her hand, as he was also reclined beside her on the bed. His head was leaned back, and his eyes were closed. He appeared to be sleeping, as well.

Lady Margaret scoffed as she walked toward them. It prompted her to think of James. They had often fallen asleep like that — back in the days when they were afforded the time to see each other.

She approached the right side of the bed where Luke was, gently waking him. He thanked her and arose from the bed. He turned back to take one more look at Floria. He took in a breath, then took his leave.

In the corridor, he was surprised to see Drake. Drake appeared to be heading in the direction of the staircase. He smiled when he saw Luke.

"Luke? Where did you just come from, mate?" Drake asked, curiously.

"I was visiting… Floria. She… fell ill. She's doing better now. Lady Margaret is with her." Luke said.

"Oh. I see." Drake nodded.

"Where are you headed off to?" Luke asked, curiously.

"Do I look I'm leaving to you? It's like hell froze over out there, mate. I'd need my surcoat for that. I'm just looking for a servant. Need to make a kitchen request. I don't feel like going to the Dining Hall." Drake said.

"Understood. I'll join you. I'd like to make a kitchen request for the same reason you stated. First, I'm going to tell them to bring me hot water for a bath. They can wait an hour after that to bring the food." Luke suggested.

"Sounds fair." Drake chuckled.

They began to make their way down the corridor.

"Good to see you… normal, mate." Drake smirked.

"Yes. Feels better, too."

"That disassembly couldn't have been easy. Just moving the logs and rocks was difficult." Drake sighed.

"You're right. It wasn't a fun time, that's for sure." Luke agreed.

"Glad I ran into you. It's good to see you looking better."

"One of these days some of us should go for a relaxing… soft ale at the tavern. We need to unwind and catch up." Luke said.

"How do you propose we do that, Luke? Now that you're famous there?" Drake scoffed.

"Curses! I forgot about that." Luke sighed.

"We'll figure something out." Drake chuckled.

Soon after that, they came across two servants and gave them their directives.

The Sheriff and Lady Rhiannon were seated in the den, sipping brandy and finishing their meal of hearty venison stew served with fresh baked bread. The Sheriff had just finished telling her of the new temporary living arrangements for Ladies Kaeliss, Aeleanna, and Gunilda — even though Lady Gunilda didn't know it yet.

"Well, I'm glad you're prioritizing their safety, George. What exactly is the danger now, though? The same rebel blokes who tried to stop our wedding?" Rhiannon asked.

"No. In addition to the Christian Brotherhood cult blokes, we've a special variety of criminals on their way to London from York County." he sneered. "The Justiciar of England sent a missive about this." he added.

"I see. And, you expect them to act up as they're passing through." she surmised.

"Yes. That's a polite way of putting it, my lady. Once we get them handled, then the ladies can return to their homes. It won't be safe for them until then." he explained, then took a generous swill of brandy from his goblet.

"Are the rest of us going to be safe?" Rhiannon pressed.

"Of course. You're my top priority, my lady. You and our son. You mustn't worry." he said.

"You look tired. Did the bath help?" she asked.

"Yes. It did. A good sleep will help, too, since we're repeating this on the morrow."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The Sheriff sighed and set his goblet on the table in front of him, then rose from his chair.

He was a bit surprised to see the Scribe on the other side of the door.

"What is it, Scribe?" he asked.

"Daniel Billingsley is here, Milord. He's in the Council Quarters." the Scribe said.

"Yes. Nic is handling that, Scribe." Nottingham huffed, impatiently.

"Milord. With respect, Daniel thinks Nichol is dead. Nichol has been notified, as well, but I thought it might be best if you were there to soften things for Daniel." the Scribe explained.

"Hmm. I didn't think of that. Very well. Keep Nichol out of the meeting chamber until I get there. I'll be there forthwith." he directed him.

The Scribe nodded, then took his leave.

The Sheriff closed the door, then went to the chair where his doublet was draped over and put it on over his tunic, tucking his tunic back into his breeches.

"I take it duty calls." Rhiannon guessed.

"Yes, my lady. It won't take long. Nic and I need to meet with someone briefly." he said dismissively, as he buttoned his doublet.

"Of course." she smiled.

"Finish your stew, Rhiannon. Have some more bread while you're at it." he advised her.

"Very well. Not sure about the bread, but I will finish the stew." Rhiannon said, assuredly.

"Try, my lady. You're far too small of late." the Sheriff said. He went over to her and kissed her cheek before he took leave of her.

A short time later, he arrived to the meeting chamber. Nichol was waiting outside the door, seated on a bench. The Sheriff advised him that he would summon him in a few moments, explaining the reason.

"Just when I start to think I'm moving forward in a good way, I'm reminded incessantly by the number of people who think I am dead." Nichol frowned. He had both hands resting on top of the walking stick which was held in front of him.

"You chose this, Nic. Once you were healed and made the decision to move about like a bleeding wraith, you chose to be dead." the Sheriff reminded him. His eyebrow shot north in a knowing look.

"Yes. I see that now. I thought it was best, but it was a stupid idea." Nichol sighed.

"The Scribe was right to summon me. I need a few moments to prepare Daniel. He needs to get over the shock before he can properly perform his duty. You had better go over everything twice with him, just in case." the Sheriff sighed.

"I'll see how it goes when I see him, George. Make it quick, will you, mate? This cursed bench is hard on my ass." Nichol said, shaking his head.

"Noted." he scoffed.

The Sheriff nodded then headed to the door.

Within moments he was walking toward his emissary, Daniel Billingsley. The young man whom appeared to be late in his twenties stood beside a guard. He was tall and lean, impeccably dressed, as always. He had thick golden blonde hair, and a moustache that curled as he smiled. His green eyes twinkled as he nodded in deference to the Sheriff.

"Good even, Milord. What can I help you with?" Daniel asked.

The Sheriff directed the guard to leave, before he responded.

The guard nodded and promptly took his leave of them. After the door was closed, the Sheriff looked to Daniel.

"We've an urgent missive going to London, to be given to a lady. She is planning to come here. It's imperative she stay where she is. There's a group of cursed marauders on their way from York. Their destination is London. Surely, you understand the urgency now?"

"I do, Milord. It will be done. I just need a couple of details. About this lady you're sending me to find." Daniel said.

"It's not me who will be giving those details. It is… my former Captain, Nichol Burgess. He is currently an Advisor to me, and Chief Trainer and Weapons Specialist." the Sheriff announced.

"Nichol… is alive?" Daniel asked, incredulously. He swallowed dryly, and his face turned white.

"He is. He had a near mortal injury that day of the cursed incursion in ninety four. It took a long time for him to recover from it, but he's back, Daniel. He will describe the woman to you and give you her name. He has a missive for you to take to her. You need to gather your wits about you and get over the shock. It is vital we reach her. Understood?" the Sheriff said, firmly.

"Yes, Milord. Forgive me." Daniel nodded. He took a few deep breaths before he continued. "Where is he? I'm ready for his directives."

"Good. He's just outside the door." he nodded.

The Sheriff turned and walked to the door. After he opened it, he motioned for Nichol to enter into the chamber. Within moments, Nichol walked in with the Sheriff and the two approached Daniel.

"Good even, Nichol. It is good to see you looking hale." Daniel smiled, though still quite shocked.

"Thank you, Daniel. It feels good, too. Almost didn't recognize you. Last time I saw you, you had a beard." Nichol said.

"Got bored with it. Shaved it off. Last time I saw you, you didn't need a walking stick." Daniel smirked.

"Touché." Nichol grinned. He noticed the look of impatience on his mate, then sighed as he straightened his expression. He produced a scroll from the pocket of his doublet. "This is to be given to Lady Ceradwyn Faintree. She is a sister to my lady. She may already be on her way here. If that is so, she shall be travelling in a carriage." Nichol said as he passed the scroll to Daniel.

"In other words, on your way to London, you are to stop every carriage on the main path to check if she is inside, Daniel. I'm sending you with another scroll to give to her, so don't rush out of here until I give that to you." the Sheriff instructed him.

"Of course, Milord." Daniel said as he pocketed the scroll Nichol gave to him.

The Sheriff walked over to his desk. He rummaged through it and extracted a quill, ink jar, parchment, and a red wax stick, along with his seal. Then, he took the items to the table, seated himself, and began to write.

"Can you describe the lady to me, Nichol?" Daniel asked.

"She is medium height, small framed. A bit younger than you. Her hair is a reddish dark brown colour. Pale blue eyes." Nichol said. He pulled a folded parchment from his pocket, and passed it to Daniel. "Directions to her home, should you not find her travelling here in a carriage."

Daniel took it from him, unfolded it, and quickly glanced over it. Then he folded it and placed it in a pocket of his doublet.

"Is the lady married? Just wondering, in case I meet her husband when I arrive to the door." Daniel explained.

"She was. She is widowed now, for about a year." Nichol said.

"I see." Daniel nodded.

The Sheriff had just finished sealing the wax on the scroll he just wrote on. He picked it up, stood from the table and walked over to Daniel.

"You're to give this to the lady to read, as well. She may not believe the words of her sister. Regardless, she needs to read both of the missives. Are we clear?" the Sheriff said, firmly. He gave the scroll to Daniel.

"Yes, Milord. Understood." Daniel nodded in obeisance to him as he took the scroll. "I will make sure she reads both of the missives."

"Good. That covers everything, then. Except, just to make sure you were paying attention, describe to us whom you're looking for, and include her name." the Sheriff instructed.

"Of course. I'm looking for Lady Ceradwyn Faintree. She is young, small framed and medium height, with reddish dark brown hair and pale blue eyes. She may already have left her home, which is just north of London, and could be travelling in a carriage. Either way, I will find her and give these missives to her, stressing the importance of staying put at her home." Daniel said.

"Perfect. It's a long journey. Keep reminding yourself of those points. Do not get distracted." the Sheriff said.

"Duly noted, Milord Sheriff. I will find her." Daniel said, assuredly.

Both of the men thanked him, then Daniel took his leave, promising he would start on his journey immediately.

Nichol looked to the Sheriff after Daniel left.

"Good. That went well." Nichol smiled.

"So far. Daniel is good, but he's never been asked to chase after a person in order to deliver a message, before now. Let us hope she doesn't create any problems for him, Nic. He's an emissary, not a guard. The last thing I need is another disgruntled Brimley woman over the death of a foolish person. I've already been over that." Nottingham sighed.

"I'm sure Daniel can handle her, George. He is capable." Nichol said, confidently.

"I'm aware. But, I'm also aware that anything can happen, which is why our motto around here is: expect anything. There's too many variables in life to be overconfident about these things, Nic." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"I guess you do have a point. Understood. I still think the chance is greater that Billingsley will be successful. I'm choosing to go with that option." Nichol said.

"Of course, you would." the Sheriff scoffed.

"Sometimes, you just need to let it go, George. It's freeing." Nichol smirked.

"When have you ever known me to be a relaxed sort of person? This is my nature. When you prepare for anything you're better equipped to handle those pesky unexpected twists that like to crop up like weeds." the Sheriff huffed.

"You do you, George. But, I swear, you'd feel better if you would choose to just let it go… from time to time." Nichol scoffed.

"I oughta grab that walking stick from you and crack you over the head with it! Swear to Zeus, you're losing your wits, Nic. I don't think it was your near mortal injury that did that, either." he said with a knowing quirk of his brow, while shaking his head.

"Life is too short to worry about every little thing. I learned that since nearly dying, mate. If I chose to do that I would be miserable. Life is too short to be miserable. Maybe that's just me. Maybe… you needed to be there." Nichol shrugged.

"Right. Let's us hope you're right, and that Daniel has success with this in a timely fashion. Another thing you should hope for is that Lady Faintree is more like her sister than that vile, insolent cousin of hers." he added with a knowing expression.

Before Nichol could respond, there was a knock on the door. The Scribe entered inside after the Sheriff called out permission to enter.

"What now, Scribe?" the Sheriff asked, impatiently.

"There is someone here to see you, Milord." the Scribe began.

"Now? Whom is it? Is his name… Godwin Salinger, perhaps? Gunter Thorne?" the Sheriff demanded.

"It is a lady whom is waiting in the corridor outside. She says it's important, Milord."

"Alright. Whatever. Show her in directly and let's get this over with. Don't know how a cursed complaining Villager made it past the portcullis at this time of day?"

The Scribe nodded and exited the meeting chamber.

"I'll leave you to it, George." Nichol said. He started to make his way to the door.

"No. Stick around, Nic. I might need you, and if not… we may enjoy a bit of amusement." the Sheriff scoffed.

"Very well." Nichol grinned.

Within moments, the Scribe ushered the lady inside. One look at her and the Sheriff could figure out who she was here to see. She was an exact copy of Lady Aeleanna, just an older version, and her hair was a few lighter shades of blonde.

Nichol noticed this, as well. He exchanged a brief knowing glance with the Sheriff.

"Good even. I don't believe we've met. Yet, you look oddly familiar." the Sheriff nodded to her.

"Thank you for agreeing to see me, Milord Sheriff. I am Lady Faedra Arundel." she nodded.

The Sheriff nodded to the Scribe, indicating he was dismissed. The Scribe nodded and took his leave of them.

"Lady Aeleanna's mother, I am guessing?" he asked.

"Indeed. Now, let me explain why I am here. I just found out that my possible soon to be son in law was nearly mortally injured on Tuesday night, and that he was planning to propose to my daughter two nights after that." Lady Faedra frowned, shaking her head. "He… Tristan waited until today to tell me this. Imagine my shock?"

"I can imagine, Lady Arundel." he nodded. "I suppose you wish to — "

"I need to see my daughter, and my future son in law, too. I will be brief, since I imagine Aeleanna will become cross when she hears some of what I must say." Lady Faedra sighed.

Nichol looked down and managed to conceal a chuckle.

"I see. Of course, Lady Arundel. I will personally show you to Nigel's rooms. Does your husband know you're here?" the Sheriff asked, curiously.

"No. I told Tristan I was taking my horse out to exercise her. He agreed to it. And then, I promptly exercised her all the way to the path that led me right here. At Nottingham Castle." a beat. "Serves him right for withholding such important information!" Lady Faedra huffed.

Nichol began to quietly chuckle.

The Sheriff looked down and grinned. He quickly straightened his expression and looked up into her ice blue eyes.

"One of my men shall accompany you on your journey back, Milady. You shouldn't be riding alone at this time." he said, firmly.

"Very well. I appreciate that, Milord Sheriff." Lady Faedra smiled.

He quickly introduced her to Nichol, explaining his roles.

"It's good to meet you." she nodded to Nichol.

"Likewise, Lady Arundel." Nichol smiled.

"Come, Milady. We'll walk you up. Nichol has something to attend to, and I will take you to Nigel's rooms." the Sheriff said.

"Thank you, Milord." she said.

The Sheriff looked to Nichol.

"Get one of the men to wait outside Nigel's door. They will be escorting Lady Arundel home. Make sure it's not one of the men who are leaving for Nettlestone in the morning." the Sheriff said, quietly.

"It will be done, mate." Nichol whispered.

The Sheriff nodded, then the two men escorted Lady Faedra out of the Council Quarters.

A short time later, while Nichol was on a mission to find one of the men to wait for Lady Faedra to take her back to her home, the Sheriff knocked on Nigel's door.

Within moments, the door opened. Leofwin stood there, a bit surprised to see her.

"I take it you know Lady Arundel, Leofwin?" the Sheriff asked.

"Indeed. I do." Leofwin nodded. He looked to her and smiled. "Nice to see you, Lady Faedra. Nigel and Aela are in the bedchamber."

"Bedchamber?! I beg your pardon, Leofwin!" she exclaimed.

"Nigel was badly wounded, Lady Faedra. He is doing better now, but you mustn't worry they're behaving indecorously in there. Besides, I'm here. Aela has been helping tend to him." Leofwin explained.

"I see. I suppose I can understand that. But, after a time, it's not going to be a good look for my daughter." Lady Faedra said, firmly.

"She will be here for a time, Milady. It is best for her. We're expecting a brand of criminals to come through here from the north." the Sheriff said.

"Ha! We shall see about that!" Lady Faedra huffed.

"She will be best protected in this castle until we sort those criminals out, Lady Arundel. I assure you." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"Hmm. I see. Still not sure I like the idea of that." Faedra sighed.

"It's about safety, Lady Arundel. I'm not concerned about how it looks." the Sheriff said, more strongly this time.

"I see." she nodded.

"Come in, Lady Faedra. I'll let them know — " Leofwin started to say, but was cut off.

"I'll announce myself. Thank you, Leofwin." she said as she strolled past him.

"Thank you, Milord." Leofwin said, quietly.

"Of course, Leofwin. If you need me to come back and explain anything to the lady, summon for me. I'll be in my rooms." the Sheriff smirked.

"We shall see." Leofwin scoffed.

"I'm guessing Floria must be improving, since you're back now?" the Sheriff asked, softly.

"Yes, Milord. She was awake and speaking to us before Tom and I left. She was tired, and understandably, pale in colour, but she understood everything that was explained to her, and responded appropriately. I think she'll be fine, Milord. We will know better once she gets through this night, however. I'm mostly optimistic." Leofwin whispered.

"Good. Is Lady Aeleanna going to be fine?" he frowned, nodding behind Leofwin to the Lady's mother who was already halfway across Nigel's den.

Leofwin scoffed.

"That remains to be seen. If she gives them any grief, I'll be stepping in to help Nigel and Aela out. Lady Faedra supports their union, but she can be… quite intense at times." Leofwin whispered, shaking his head.

"Yes. I would concur." Nottingham sighed.

Lady Faedra Arundel was already knocking on Nigel's bedchamber doors.

"You may come in, Fath — " Nigel started to call out, but the doors opened before he could complete the sentence.

Lady Aeleanna stood from the bed. She had been seated beside Nigel. She took one look at her mother's face and knew she was in for a lecture. She shook her head and sighed.

"Mother?"

"Dear God, Daughter! What in the name of Mary are you wearing? That's not one of your gowns." Lady Faedra huffed as she started into the room.

"It belongs to Milord Sheriff's lady wife. She was kind enough to loan it to me, since — "

"Ridiculous! It's too dark for your colouring. What are we? Poor? My goodness!" Lady Faedra frowned.

"Mother, this is a fine gown. It's not made of rags." Aeleanna huffed.

"I'm not referring to the fine quality of the fabric, nor the craftsmanship. There's no need to be wearing another lady's gown."

"Nigel was half dead when I was brought here. He acted stalwartly, incidentally, and it nearly cost him his life. Alas, there was no time to be fussy. Goodness, Mother. Come in and take a seat. Be at ease. Do not start quarrelling with me. Not now." Aeleanna sighed.

Nigel looked to his lap and smirked. This was so typical of Lady Arundel. He started to get up from the bed, holding his belly absently as he did so. The discomfort started again a short time ago.

"Please. Be seated, my dear. You should rest. I'm told you nearly died." Lady Faedra said to him, as she walked closer toward them.

"Yes. That's what I've been told, too." Nigel said. He leaned back against the pillows.

"Are you alright, Nigel? You look a trifle pale, my dear. Although, there's a… peculiar rosiness to your cheeks, too. How very odd!"

"Not really, Lady Arundel. There's… ongoing treatments which I'm sure makes my cheeks flush." Nigel said, smoothly.

Lady Aeleanna looked down and smirked.

"Treatments?"

"A special wine because of… the bleeding. At night I take a drop of opium to control the pain, and help me sleep. It's one or both of those things, I'm sure." Nigel explained.

"I see. And, is it… helping you?"

"Yes. I'm feeling better each day." Nigel nodded.

"Good. Tristan told me only today that you were planning to ask for my daughters hand on Thursday night. Did… that… " Lady Faedra started to ask, looking to both of them. She let the words trail off, unable to complete the question.

Aeleanna held up her left hand to show the ring to her mother. She sighed softly, rolling her eyes as she did so.

"Oh, my! Is that… Morganna's ring?"

"Yes. It was. And now, it belongs to Leanna." Nigel smiled.

"I am pleased about this news. Very good. It's about time it happened, and about time I was told." she said, addressing them both. Then, she looked to her daughter. "We have much to plan, Aeleanna." Lady Faedra said, firmly. "When is this set to take place?"

"December twentieth." both of them replied in unison.

"What? That's less than a month! Oh, my. We have much to sort out — "

"Some has already been taken care of, Mother. There's no need to fret. I've met with the Seamstress about my gow — " Aeleanna began to respond, but was abruptly cut off.

"Madam Oberon? If so, where did you find her? She hasn't been seen or heard from in weeks. I assumed she went back to France." Lady Faedra asked, curiously.

"Yes, Mother. She is here in this castle. She serves the ladies of the castle, but she takes on other clients, too, when afforded the time." Aeleanna explained.

"Good. But, it's going to take a lot more than a new gown to get this wedding off the ground, my dear." Lady Faedra warned, with a knowing quirk of her brow.

"Indeed, Lady Arundel. Milord Sheriff has insisted on hosting the fete here in the Grand Hall. His personal chef will take care of the menu." Nigel said. Then, he looked to his betrothed. "We just need to meet with Jean Louis regarding the choices for the menu, Leanna."

"Of course." Aeleanna smiled.

"I'll speak to Milord Sheriff about setting up that meeting." Nigel added.

"Grand. So, you've met with the Seamstress… without me. You've organized the venue for the fete. A chef is, apparently, on standby for your menu desires. What about flowers? A church? A Priest? Music? Guest list?" Lady Faedra rhymed off, then sighed.

"I'm meeting the Florist on the morrow, Mother. Lady Rhiannon arranged that appointment." Aeleanna explained.

"Lady Rhiannon. Let me guess. The Sheriff's lady wife? The one whom loaned you that boring, dark frock?" Lady Faedra scoffed. "It's so wrong for you. The gown is morose. You look like you're on the way to a funeral, Daughter!" she exclaimed, softly. She sighed.

"I've been at my betrothed's side. I haven't concerned myself with what looks right for me and what doesn't." Aeleanna said, firmly.

Nigel looked down and smirked.

"Right. Well, was I correct? Is she the Sheriff's lady wife? This… Lady Rhiannon you speak of, Daughter?"

"Yes, Mother. She is quite kind and gracious. You mustn't be rude to her when you meet her at our wedding." Aeleanna said, firmly.

"Goodness! I do hope I shall meet her before then, since she has taken over nearly everything." Lady Arundel huffed.

"Mother! For God's sake!" Aeleanna admonished her.

"Mind your tongue, Missy! I knew it was a bad idea, permitting you to live independently. Look how impudent you've become!"

"Mother." Aeleanna sighed.

"Why on earth is the wedding taking place so soon? Are you with child?" Lady Faedra asked, pointedly.

"Mother!" Lady Aeleanna admonished in a huff.

Lady Faedra looked to Nigel.

"What of these treatments you spoke of? Are you actually dying and this is why you're rushing the wedding?" she demanded.

"Moth — Saints help me!" Aeleanna muttered. She exhaled sharply and folded her arms. She began to slowly move toward the window.

"With respect, if I were — which I am not, at least not anymore — and we chose to do that, it would have been done by now. " Nigel said, firmly.

"Absolutely, my love." Aeleanna smiled. Then, she turned to the elder Lady Arundel. "For God's sake, Mother. If a man were dying and he wanted to marry before it happened, he wouldn't wait a month to do it!"

"What? So… " Lady Arundel looked to her daughter. "You're not with child." she frowned, then looked to Nigel. "And, you're not dying — thankfully. But, what in the blessed name of Mary?" she exclaimed, addressing them both. "Who on earth gets married in the middle of the cursed winter? Are you children quite alright?" she asked, genuinely bewildered by the idea of it.

"For God's sake, Mother. We're grown." Aeleanna sighed. She turned and looked out of the window. She subtly shook her head, hoping this unexpected visit would be brief.

"No kidding." Nigel scoffed.

"What's that, my soon to be son in law?" Lady Faedra challenged him.

"With respect, I'm a bit older than your daughter. In another life, I could be your younger brother." Nigel said, confidently. He looked down a moment. "Sure as fuck glad I am not!" he whispered inaudibly, to himself.

Aeleanna turned back to face them.

"That is true, Mother. He is six years older than I." Aeleanna said. "His birthday was yesterday, incidentally." she added, her eyebrow raised, knowingly.

"I was more preoccupied with the fact that my future son in law nearly died." Faedra sighed. She looked to Nigel. "Happy Birthday, my dear." she smiled.

"Thank you." Nigel nodded.

"You shall always be babies to me. Even when you have your own babies — which better not be happening until at least next September!" the lady warned. Her hands were placed firmly on her hips to let her daughter know she meant business.

"Mother. Can we not right now?" Aeleanna huffed. She shook her head and exhaled an audible sigh.

Nigel looked down and softly chuckled. He always admired the way Aeleanna handled her mother. Lady Faedra was often trying to control her in some way, but his lady wasn't having it. He composed himself, then looked to Lady Faedra.

"Are you sure you're both not partaking of the opium dispensed to you, Nigel? Because, this is surely unusual." Lady Faedra pressed.

"I take one drop before retiring at night. I'd rather not touch it, but it helps. I'm the only one using it." Nigel said, firmly.

"Why so soon, though? And… in the cursed dead of winter. You're both liable to catch a deathly chill. Naturally, I assumed the wedding was necessary. You sure it's not… necessary?"

Aeleanna walked back toward the bedside and stood beside Nigel, as he sat forward, still on the bed.

"Please, Mother. Take a seat." Lady Aeleanna said.

Lady Faedra sighed, then gave her daughter a nod. She chose a chair beside the bed on the same side her daughter stood.

"It's not that soon, Lady Arundel. It's been a six year courtship, in fairness. We thought a wedding close to Yule would be a nice time to do this. That is all. Don't start knitting baby booties yet." Nigel said, smoothly.

"Hmm. Yes, it's been a time. Although, half that time you were away, if memory serves me well." Lady Faedra said with a knowing quirk of her brow.

"Yes. And now, Leanna shall be my wife. We couldn't be happier. I hope… you'll be happy, too." Nigel said. He grasped his lady's hand and looked up at her.

Aeleanna looked to him and smiled, warmly.

"I am, Nigel. Of course, I am. I'm absolutely blithe about it." she smiled. Then, her expression straightened. "I just always imagined I'd be helping you… plan this." Lady Faedra frowned.

"We could… perhaps use your help with… the guest list?" Nigel suggested. Anything to appease the lady, he was thinking.

Aeleanna's eyes widened. She looked to Nigel, shaking her head, and mouthing the word: 'No' more than once, while side eyeing her mother.

Nigel looked to her and shrugged. He sighed.

"Of course, Nigel." Lady Faedra smiled. She looked to her daughter. "We've a good many people we must include, Daughter. Your former tutors. Your Grandsire Arundel, of course. Your Grandsire and Grandmother Cardonell. Your grand uncle, Wolfbert, who gifted you a sweet wee bunny doll when you were born. Our neighbours, your father's Barrister colleagues… oh! And, dear Auntie Telinda! She's always had a soft spot for you, sweetling, since I'm her favourite niece, and you remind her of me… when I was young and stunning… "

"Sweet Christ on a bleeding unicorn!" Nigel muttered, inaudibly.

He looked down and closed his eyes, fighting the urge to snap at the woman. He needed to find a way to keep he and his soon to be bride the hell away from Lady Arundel. The lady could actually be quite pleasant, and then, there were times like these that she would test the patience of a Saint, in Nigel's opinion. He couldn't work out for the life of him how Tristan Arundel coped with her at times?

"What's that, Nigel?" Lady Faedra asked, curiously.

He rolled his eyes, then looked up at her.

"It's more than we — " Nigel started to smoothly reply, but was interrupted. He sighed.

"That may be a bit much, Mother." Aeleanna said, firmly. She sighed, then sat on the bed beside her betrothed.

"Nonsense! There's many people who will want to be there to celebrate with you both." Lady Faedra argued.

"Why don't you write down who you think should be invited, and we'll take a look at your list before we send invitations out?" Aeleanna suggested.

"Good idea, my love." Nigel said. He looked to Lady Faedra. "We really just wanted to keep it… manageable."

Lady Faedra stood from the chair and regarded them both curiously, shaking her head.

"Honestly. I think this near death experience of yours has addled both of your brains. Both of you come from nobility. It was never going to be a small, intimate affair — your wedding. My goodness! Let's get with the program, children!" Lady Faedra said to them, firmly.

When the Sheriff entered his chambers, he found his lady to be tending to the fire in the bedchamber. He began to unbutton his doublet, shaking his head as he advanced toward her.

"I'm here now, my lady. I'll take over." he said.

"It is done, my love." Rhiannon said. She stood and set the poker against the wall to the right of the fireplace, then turned to face him.

"Come, Rhiannon. Let us enjoy the peace that surrounds us." he said, nodding to the bed.

"Since our son isn't awake, you mean?" she smirked.

"No. Since we've shut everyone else out while we are in our rooms, my lady. I just met someone who made me realize the benefits of not… having our mothers to deal with." he sighed. He doffed his doublet and draped it over a chair.

"Really? Whom would that be, George?"

"Lady Faedra Arundel. She is Lady Aeleanna's mother. She is visiting with Nigel and Lady Aeleanna right now." he sighed, shaking his head. "Hmm. Perhaps your brother was right." he muttered.

"Right about what?" she asked, curiously.

"The comment he made to me earlier at a meeting. It was meant in jest, but he made a point. Said the castle was turning into an Inn. At this rate, he's right."

"Well, he was wrong. Everyone here belongs here right now, husband. Wouldn't you agree?" Rhiannon reminded him.

"I suppose, my lady." he sighed.

"So… I'm guessing Lady Aela's mother is a bit… difficult?"

"At the moment, yes. I'm sure she's giving them both an earful right now. I get the impression she likes to meddle." he sighed.

"Oh. That doesn't sound good."

"Luckily, they have Leofwin in there with them. If things get out of hand, he'll take care of it, I'm sure." the Sheriff scoffed.

He walked to the bed and sat upon it, untucking his tunic from his breeches. He observed her walk over to the cradle to check on their son.

"Are you feeling better than last night, my lady?" the Sheriff asked, his eyes narrowed, concernedly.

"Yes, I am." Rhiannon said. She turned around to face him. "Like I said, I'm sure it was the overindulgence of wine then." a beat. "I'm actually surprised you didn't find a way to drag Thomas in here."

"Yes. Well… he's a bit preoccupied with Floria tonight." he sighed, shaking his head. "Don't worry. He'll see you tomorrow evening." the Sheriff smirked.

"Honestly, George, I think it's a waste of time."

"Yes. I know you do. You've made that clear. I insist, however, on having his professional opinion regarding this matter." he said, firmly.

"Very well." Rhiannon nodded. She walked to a chair where a shift and her new periwinkle coloured dressing gown were draped over it and grabbed them both.

"It's just us, Rhiannon. No one but us. Thank Zeus, no one has ever tried to interfere with us. At least… not to the point that I'm certain the elder Lady Arundel is." he sighed, thinking of Robert. Particularly, before he knew the truth about Robert. "Trust me, Rhiannon. It is best you are seen by Thomas."

"That's fine, George." Rhiannon nodded.

"Rhiannon." he said, firmly.

"What is it, George? I'm just about to change out of my gown, and get comfortable."

"Those replies were a little too agreeable. You're either quite ill and out of your mind, or… why don't you just change in here? What are you hiding?" the Sheriff asked, suspiciously.

"What? I'm not hiding anything, husband. What on earth are you… on about?"

"Bollocks!" he exclaimed. He bolted from the bed and was in front of her in seconds.

The Sheriff inched in closer to her and began to unbutton the bodice of her gown.

"What are you doing?" Rhiannon demanded.

"Set those articles of clothing down, wife. We're removing your gown right now." he said, firmly.

She looked at him, concernedly; but, she obeyed, notwithstanding.

Soon, he had the gown removed from her. He draped it on the chair beside him where she placed the clean shift and her soft hooded dressing gown.

"George?"

He put his hands on her waist, then moved them up toward her underarms, gently patting her. Rhiannon softly gasped. She looked down and grimaced. The Sheriff frowned.

"Let me see underneath your shift, my lady. You can just lift it up if you prefer."

"George. Why are you doing this?" she asked, softly

"Damn it, lady! Just do it!" he huffed, impatiently.

She exhaled sharply and slowly lifted it on one side.

"Great. Now show me the side of you that was kicked by that cursed bitch the night of our wedding." the Sheriff instructed her, firmly.

Rhiannon sighed, shaking her head. Then she raised the shift on the left side.

The Sheriff's eyes widened.

"Rhiannon! What the bleeding hell? That happened nearly a fortnight ago! Why are the damn bruises still there?"

"I'm… not sure, George." she said, softly.

"How the hell did I not notice this when we fucked the entire night away, Tuesday night, right into the following morning?" he asked, incredulously.

"That's the thing, lover. It was dark. Some of that time you were behind me." she reminded him. She let go of the hem of her shift and let it fall, covering her.

"At the end of it, you were riding me, on the bed. I should have noticed it then!" he huffed.

"We were so filled with desire, I don't think either of us were seeing straight. But, as I said, it was dark." Rhiannon reasoned. She sighed, then looked downcast.

The Sheriff put his hands upon her shoulders.

"Angel, you're not right. You're still battered looking, and beginning to feel like a bone heap. You will follow all of Thomas' recommendations when he sees to you. Is that understood?"

"Yes. Of course, I will." Rhiannon nodded.

"If it wasn't for Floria and her capricious bollocks this night, I'd have him here in moments. When I return on the morrow, I'm bringing him to see you at once." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"I know." she said.

"I'm concerned for you, my lady." he said, softly. He gently embraced her, fearful of hurting her further if he held her too tightly. He hated that some of her bones were prominent.

"I don't know… why this is happening… George." she whispered.

"We shall find out, my angel. And, we'll do everything we can to get you hale again." he said. He kissed the top of her head.

"The only thing I can think of is I've been so wound up. As tight as a harp string. Too many… events unfolding these last three weeks. Except for the bruising taking longer to right itself, and… losing weight, I feel… almost normal?"

"We shall see what Thomas says about it, my lady. Tonight, you must rest."

"Very well. I do hope he has some sound advice to offer." Rhiannon sighed. She reached over to the chair and managed to grab the shift and dressing gown with one hand.

"You go ahead and change into those clothes, my lady. I'm going to get you a small measure of brandy. Frankly, you look like you could use a drop of opium, but that needs to be cleared with Thomas first." the Sheriff said as he pulled away from her.

"I'll agree to that. That side is… a little tender now." Rhiannon frowned as she lightly massaged the area with her hand.

"Change into your evening attire and get yourself on that bed. Alright? Don't concern yourself with Edison. If needs be, I'm summoning Hildith to take over with him in order for you to have a peaceful night." he said, firmly.

Rhiannon nodded, walking closer to the bed. The Sheriff turned and headed out of the bedchamber to the den.

When the Sheriff returned to her soon after, she was wearing the fresh pale pink shift under her soft new dressing gown. She was seated on the bed, reclined against several pillows. He passed her the goblet, then set another down on a table beside the bed for himself.

She sipped of the brandy, letting it warm her. She took in a breath, then looked to her lord husband.

"Forgive me, my love. I never wanted this — to be a concern of yours all of the cursed time." Rhiannon sighed.

He sat down beside her, narrowing his amber hazel eyes in a frown.

"My lady, there's nothing to — "

"My plan was to enhance your life, not… add to your problems." Rhiannon said.

"Rhiannon? What in the hell are you on about? You're not making any damn sense. Should I be getting the medicus in here right now?" the Sheriff demanded.

"I'm only trying to say I never meant to be a… burden to you."

"You are not. You're my wife. We're a team, always. You know this! There's no need to apologize for things you cannot control. Alright? Satan's teeth, Rhiannon! Be at ease, my lady." the Sheriff said, firmly. He nodded to the goblet, and sighed.

Rhiannon nodded, then took another sip of the brandy. She smiled as she felt the warmth of it begin to soothe her and ease her frazzled nerves.

The Sheriff positioned himself beside her, gently placing his arm around her. She leaned her head against his chest.

"The brandy is perfect. Thank you for that." Rhiannon said, softly. She put the goblet to her lips and took a generous swill.

"Of course, my lady. There's more where that came from. If it will help you sit still and sleep, I'm all for it." the Sheriff scoffed.

"It's… relaxing me."

"Seriously, angel, you need a good rest. I'll deal with the boy when next he wakes. And, do not be surprised to find out when you wake up that he's in his rooms with Hildith minding him. It is best you have this night to yourself. You shall have a peaceful sleep." the Sheriff smiled, though he was firm with his directive.

"If you feed him he needs two drops of his wormwood and mint elixir, a half hour prior to his feed of goat's milk. Use the hour glass. It's all on a table near the cradle, George."

"Right." he sighed.

"Don't forget to check his wee pants." Rhiannon smirked.

The Sheriff scoffed.

"Nice try, Rhiannon. Hildith will be taking care of that." he frowned, shaking his head.

"I don't know about sending him with Hildith this night. I've got her booked solid with him most of the day on the morrow." Rhiannon said.

"All day? How long?"

"From just before midday until late afternoon. Isabelle, Lady Aela and myself are meeting with Galfrey just after midday. Lady Aela will be discussing plans for flowers for her wedding. Isabelle and I will talk to him about flowers for Meridwyn's birthday celebration. After that, we are all meeting in the Gisbornes' chambers once more." Rhiannon explained.

"Perhaps it might be best if you ladies have your visit in these chambers, my dear. I hate to say it, but it seems Meridwyn is a bit more fit than you are at the moment."

"We cannot have those labours starting with her again. She is with child. I am not. I will be fine, George." Rhiannon said.

"Fine. Just try not to do too much on the morrow. You need to rest as much as possible, my lady."

"I shall be seated most of the time." she assured him, then took another sip of the brandy.

"Good. I need you to adhere to that. None of this flitting and fluttering around like you generally do." he said, firmly.

"Very well." Rhiannon agreed.

"You're doing it again, wife. Being far too agreeable." the Sheriff said, exhaling sharply. He turned his body to face her. "What's that about? Is this you keeping me placated? Because… why, Rhiannon? A secret wish to defy me?" he asked, pointedly.

"No." Rhiannon sighed.

"I was right. Something is wrong." he frowned.

"Honestly, I'm in agreement because I just wish to… feel a bit better, George. It feels like… both my mind and body are racing, even when I'm sitting still… at times." Rhiannon admitted, softly. She looked down into the goblet in her hand, and sighed before taking another sip.

"Dear Zeus, my lady! When did you first notice this?" he asked.

"When you… didn't know… me. I think. No. It was probably when… Thomas was needed to tend to you. Yes." Rhiannon exhaled, sharply. "When… I found you seated in a chair, not moving, your eyes wide open and looking straight at me. Unblinking. I… haven't been right since." she said, quietly.

"Rhiannon." he said, softly. "I'm sorry you were frightened by that. I can't really comment on the rest of it, because it seems I was in a very strange deep sleep. You must find a way to put the scary moments of the last three weeks behind you." he strongly advised, then he sighed. "And, for the love of Zeus — stop adding more things to your plate. You do far too much, wife! Satan's teeth! Flitting and fluttering about like a cursed butterfly. Not to mention all of this completely unnecessary bollocks for our son, when the lad is near ready to cook up his own buffet — the way he eats. The child will never starve." the Sheriff exclaimed in a whisper. "Others might because he ate it all, but it won't be he who starves."

"God. Not this argument again." she sighed.

"Have you looked at yourself of late? The state of you, my lady! If this keeps up, it's going to sound like I'm hammering a wall when next we're intimate."

"Really?" she scoffed, quirking her brow. She took a generous swallow of the brandy.

"I'm not teasing you, my lady. You're … fading away on me." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"That may be, but what does that have to do with trying to bring milk forth to do what's best for our son?" she whispered.

"Because he doesn't need it, for one thing. And, you need everything you can get to sustain your own body right now, angel, I'm telling you! This is not right! It's not right at — "

The Sheriff was interrupted just then by a knocking on the outer door.

"Satan's teeth! What now?" the Sheriff huffed. He quickly arose from the bed.

"George?"

"Be at ease, my lady. I'll see what this is about." he said.

With that, he swiftly made his way to the bedchamber doors, then walked across the den to the door, grumbling under his breath that they were interrupted. But, when he opened the door, genuine relief washed over him.

"Thomas." he nodded.

"Everything seems in order with Floria for now, Milord. I thought I'd check in with you before I see to Floria next in about an hour. Is that agreeable? Or, is this a bad time?"

"It's impeccable timing, actually, Thomas. Come in." he nodded, holding the door and opening it further.

Thomas smiled and stepped through the threshold. The Sheriff was pleased to see that Thomas came prepared with his bag in hand.

"Does the matter you wish to discuss with me have anything to do with… Lady Rhiannon, Milord?" Thomas asked once the door was closed.

"Yes. You've noticed." the Sheriff sighed.

"Not until earlier when she came by to check on Floria, as Leofwin and I were leaving. She has lost weight, it appears." Thomas frowned.

"She has, Thomas. It's quite a concern."

"Would she be agreeable to see me now?"

"Yes. We were just discussing this. She's reclined on top of the bed in the bedchamber. Come." the Sheriff said, nodding for the physician to follow him.

Within moments, he was ushering Thomas into the bedchamber. Rhiannon looked toward the doorway and registered surprise when she saw Thomas. Then, she looked to her husband and frowned.

"You summoned him when you stepped out to get the brandy, didn't you?" Rhiannon pressed him. She sighed, then took a sip of the brandy from her goblet.

"I was not summoned, Milady. I knew Milord wished to discuss something with me, but I didn't know why — until I saw you earlier and guessed. I had some time just now." Thomas explained.

"Oh, I see." Rhiannon nodded. She placed the goblet on the table beside her side of the bed, then straightened herself on the bed, smoothing her dressing gown.

"I'm no fool, Lady Rhiannon. The weight loss is noticeable. What I'm interested to know is: what else is going on? Belly pains? Nausea? Inability to keep food down? Weakness, dizziness, anything like that?"

The Sheriff sighed and looked downcast. He was starting to feel some slight nausea, himself. He quietly tried to regulate his breathing to stay it.

"No. None of those things, Thomas. I'm just feeling… quite on edge a lot of the time, which makes me not care so much about food. Trouble is, it also disturbs my sleep. Yet, I have energy to burn much of the time, too — even if I'm quite tired? Does that make any sense to you, as a physician, I mean?" a beat. "I don't understand it at all. I just know what started all of this." Rhiannon attempted to explain.

The Sheriff quirked his eyebrow in astonishment by her words. She was trying to sort through this all on her own for quite a time. Typical of her, he thought. Sometimes she should learn to allow herself to lean on others. She didn't need to be so strong anymore, in his opinion.

"Indeed, Lady Rhiannon. It does make sense to me. I've seen this before. We can simply remedy this for you. Of course, I'll know better after a quick exam." Thomas said.

"Exam?" Rhiannon asked.

"It's been a time since I've followed up on those injuries you sustained nearly a fortnight ago, Lady Rhiannon. And, that happened to you only nine days after even more severe injuries sustained by a fall in a burning building. You broke the same two ribs twice in a nine day period, Milady."

"Yes." Rhiannon relented with a soft sigh.

"Show him, my lady. He can tell us if what we're seeing there is normal or not." the Sheriff said, softly.

"Very well." she nodded.

Rhiannon covered herself from the waist down with a blanket. Next, she opened her dressing gown and lifted the shift up on her left side to show him.

"Still quite bruised." Thomas said. "May I touch there lightly with my fingertips? There's a couple of things I'm looking for."

"Yes. You may, Thomas." Rhiannon agreed.

He approached the bed and set his bag on a chair by the bed, opening it. After looking inside of it he produced two small pieces of gauze.

"I'm going to use the gauze to examine there, since I haven't cleaned my hands, Milady. Now. What about this?" he asked as he palpated over the injured ribs.

Rhiannon closed her eyes tightly, hissing through her teeth as her rate of breathing increased.

"Not… good, Thomas!" she exclaimed in a whisper.

She grasped the linens with each hand until her knuckles where white, reminding the Sheriff of seeing that when she was in labour, and when Meridwyn's pains started six nights ago. His eyes widened in concern.

"Rhiannon?" he asked.

"Dear God, that hurts!" Rhiannon whispered.

"Very well, Lady Rhiannon. I'm finished with that part. I shall now lightly touch along this area. It won't hurt nearly as much." Thomas gently explained.

"Very well." she nodded, weakly. She kept her eyes closed.

After a few moments he stopped and instructed her to cover herself.

"As for the first problem, those two bottom ribs have not yet healed. We must bind that area again and you must reduce any lifting. That might explain why the bruising is still visible. The good news is there is no concern blood is collecting inside of that area at the moment, so that is encouraging." Thomas explained.

"And, what of the other problem, Thomas? The other concerning issue where it appears as if she has dropped a couple of stone in no time at all?" the Sheriff pressed him.

"That is boiling down to what she explained." Thomas said, then looked to Rhiannon. "It makes sense. A great number of serious incidents have occurred in a short time. Some have been life altering. I've seen this same thing in similar cases. Heard similar descriptors for it. Some of those charges experienced weight loss, too." Thomas said.

"And, you said that was an easy remedy. Correct?" Rhiannon asked.

"Yes. Here's what we're going to do. Your ribs need to be bound once more for a good sennight. I'm recommending clove infused wine to help your blood, thereby speeding healing. You'll need a small measure of that every four hours for a couple of days. A drop of opium for pain, every six hours when needed. A cup of batwing tea at bedtime to help calm you. We shall arrange that part with Mortianna. If we can calm you, your appetite will improve, Milady." Thomas said, firmly.

"I see. Are you serious about the batwing tea part?" Rhiannon asked.

"I am. The concoction has many useful properties. One of them is a calming effect. Just one small mug at bedtime. That should do it. I may permit one more measure at midday, but only when necessary." Thomas explained.

"Oh. Very well. That is just fine, Thomas. I shall follow your directives. Now, I've had a goblet and a half of brandy in the last couple of hours. May I have a drop of opium at bedtime if… the pain is still like it is now? Im prepared to lay off of the brandy until then, of course."

"I'll concede to that since you suggested you would stop drinking the brandy. Just one drop, Milady. Alright? With respect, we don't need another repeat of Floria's case. Not tonight. Frankly, not ever would suit me just fine." Thomas said, firmly. He sighed.

"Understood. Yes. Only one drop. I will switch to water now if I get thirsty." Rhiannon said.

"Very good. Shall we get started with wrapping you, Milady? The sooner that is done, the better for you."

"Yes. I should say that might help. You may begin, as long as my lord husband can stay." Rhiannon said, firmly.

"Of course, Lady Rhiannon." Thomas nodded.

The Sheriff nodded for Thomas to begin. He approached the bedside, and folded his arms, observing the physician as he went through his bag looking for the necessary items.

Just then, the child began to stir. There were a few soft moans which then progressed to a wail.

"He needs his wormwood and mint drops. That's how he sounds when his wee belly isn't right. I'll see to him." Rhiannon said. She held her left side as she began to move from the bed.

"No. Stay there, my dear. I'll administer his drops. You're not supposed to be lifting right now. I imagine that includes Edison." the Sheriff said as gently as he could.

"What?" Rhiannon asked, incredulously. She looked to the physician. "Don't you dare tell me I cannot hold my boy!"

"It's fine if you are seated, Milady. Especially if you use pillows to support your arms while you hold him. There's less strain to your ribs that way. If you're standing or walking while carrying him, I want you to limit the time you're upright while holding him. He's getting to be a big boy — "

"Ha!" the Sheriff scoffed. He turned and looked to his lady. "What have I been saying, wife?" he reminded her.

"Big in the sense that he's too big a weight for you to lift right now, Lady Rhiannon. Since your ribs need to heal, and we need to find a way to put some weight back on you." Thomas explained.

The Sheriff went to the table beside the cradle to get the necessary items to administer the baby's drops, then he proceeded to the cradle.

"Very well. How long must I endure this bunch of bollocks? If you'll pardon me for saying so." Rhiannon demanded. She sighed.

"At least a fortnight. I'm hoping those ribs have healed considerably in a sennight. We'll extend the time to ensure they do not break again." Thomas said, firmly.

"Oh. I see. Very well." Rhiannon exhaled sharply. "I don't wish to endure this again, so I'll agree to it." she nodded. She looked to her husband. "We shall need to have a word with Hildith about this, husband."

"I agree. Speaking of which, I'm going to summon her right now." he said, while picking up the child from the cradle. After he secured his hold on him, he passed the baby his teddy toy.

The child was softly whining at this point, while he held his doll and studied it.

"But, he's about to wrap me." Rhiannon said, nodding to the medicus.

"Let me get the boy settled, my lady. It will be alright. I'll be but a moment, and those ribs need to be supported." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"Very well." Rhiannon sighed. She looked to the baby in his arms. "You must be a good boy, darling. Alright? Mother will see to you shortly." she smiled.

"We are having Hildith take over, Rhiannon." the Sheriff said.

"He's not going anywhere until I have cuddles with him, George." Rhiannon said, firmly.

Thomas stifled a chuckle while he was looking down, extracting the wrappings from his bag.

"Of course." he sighed. He looked to the physician. "And, if you could have a word with her about the absolute codswallop she's involved in, attempting to summon her own milk for our son, that would be grand. She's taken on far too much, Thomas. She needs to follow a more salubrious approach. It's insanity!" the Sheriff exclaimed.

"I see. Very well." Thomas agreed.

Rhiannon exhaled sharply, folding her arms.

"I'll return in moments." the Sheriff said.

He turned and took the child out of the bedchamber.

After he made the summons, he paced around the den.

"Fah!" the child laughed, as he reached out his tiny chubby hand to touch the Sheriff's face.

The Sheriff stopped in his tracks, shaking his head as he looked into his eyes.

"You manipulative little rascal." he scoffed. "I'm deciding whether to be annoyed, or proud. Only six months into this world, Son, and you're already scheming." the Sheriff chuckled.

The child laughed as he looked into his eyes, then hugged his teddy toy close to him.

"Come. You mustn't expect this all of the time." the Sheriff said, nodding to his arms holding the baby.

He walked closer to the fireplace. There was a small soft rug on the floor between the sofa and the fireplace. As he neared the edge of the rug, he bent down and gently placed the boy upon it.

"Stay there and play with that doll of yours. You must stay quiet, lad. Mother isn't well." the Sheriff said softly, yet firmly.

The Sheriff knew the baby couldn't understand his words, but he hoped the mention of Rhiannon and the tone he used would somehow get through to him. The Sheriff was confident that the boy was astute.

The child looked at him, curiously. He sat cross legged on the rug, holding the stuffed bear on his lap.

"I know you've got a number of women in your life wrapped around your finger. Your mother, Lady Margaret, Your aun — Lady Wordsworth." the Sheriff sighed. He was glad he caught himself before mentioning Isabelle's name, because the boy was quite bonded with her. One mention of her name and he knew that would result in several minutes of the boy wailing, asking for her. "But… right now, you need to ease up, lad. Alright? Your mother needs you to do this, Son."

The child narrowed his soft green eyes as he looked to his father. Then, he picked up his teddy bear doll and held it out towards the Sheriff.

"Knew you were clever. That's very good. You're offering me your little bear doll. It's fine, my boy. You keep your fluffy doll. It makes you happy, which makes me happy, too." he smiled.

The child giggled, then hugged his teddy toy.

"But, also know that the main reason is I need you to stay quiet just now. Patience, lad. We shall take care of your belly shortly." the Sheriff sighed.

And, as if to punctuate his words, there was a knock on the door. This time, the Sheriff was relieved. He knew that would be Hildith.

At this point, Gerad was seeing Lady Faedra Arundel off. They were stopped at the end of the lane leading to the Arundel manse.

"You sure you'll be alright, Lady Arundel? Perhaps I should see you to the stables, then escort you to your door." Gerad suggested.

"No. This is quite fine, Officer Gerad. I thank you for escorting me." Lady Faedra said, firmly.

"I'm pleased to assist." he nodded.

"You know my future son in law well?" the lady asked, surprising him.

"I do, Milady. We've worked together for a long while. We started at the same time, along with a couple of others. About nine years ago." Gerad nodded.

"Is he good in this role of his?" she asked, pointedly.

"He's one of the best. And, the best warrior. All of us agree on that, including Milord Sheriff."

"That's… too bad." Lady Faedra sighed.

"Really?" Gerad asked, curiously.

"Yes. Was hoping he'd settle down, now that he's marrying my daughter." she frowned.

"It's a good thing that he's one of us, Milady. We need men like him to keep the townspeople safe. He enjoys it, and he's very good at it." Gerad said.

"Of course. It's good of you to remind me, Officer Gerad. Since you are well acquainted with him, I expect I shall see you at their wedding?"

"You shall, Lady Arundel. I'm very pleased for him. I'm looking forward to it." Gerad smiled.

"Will you be bringing your lady wife?" Lady Faedra pried.

Gerad looked down and scoffed. Then, he met her eyes and attempted to compose himself before replying. He was irritated to be asked such a personal question by a stranger.

"I am not married, Milady. Unless some strange twist of fate occurs between now and then, I shall be attending the event solo." Gerad said.

"I must introduce you to Aeleanna's sister. You two would make a lovely pair, I must say. I'm surprised a handsome lad like yourself is not courting someone? How fortuitous, indeed, that you shall meet her at the wedding!" Lady Faedra exclaimed, merrily.

"But… I am a Black Knight. Forgive me, but… I thought that was a point of contention regarding Nigel?" Gerad reminded her. His piercing blue eyes were narrowed, curiously.

"Only because his role puts him at risk. The thought of seeing my daughter a young widow with small children to raise aggrieves me greatly, truthfully. However, Nigel is a good man and comes from a good family. You seem to be a good man, too, Officer Gerad." Lady Faedra explained. Her soft blue eyes twinkled, merrily.

"Yes… Milady." Gerad nodded.

He looked down to his saddle and stroked the neck of his horse. He softly sighed, deciding in this moment that he would stop at the tavern on the way back to the castle. If ever he needed a stiff mug of warmed mead, the time was now.

The lady was too much. Gerad realized he should have known by the looks on the faces of Nigel, Lady Aeleanna, and Master Rainecourt when all three greeted him at the door when Leofwin opened it to inform him the lady was ready to be escorted home. They looked exasperated. However, once she stepped through the doorway to join Gerad in the corridor, when she turned to bid them a goodnight, they became much more animated. Now that he reflected on it, he thought they seemed gleeful that she was leaving, but they were careful not to let Lady Arundel know it.

"I have three daughters, but Dionisia is the one I refer to. She is not courting anyone. Both Aethelena and Aeleanna are betrothed." Lady Faedra smiled.

"Right." Gerad nodded. He looked down and sighed.

"And, all of them are beautiful. You shall see. I am eager to introduce you to my eldest, Dionisia. I'm certain you'll both get on just swimmingly." she smiled.

"Indeed, Lady Arundel." Gerad said.

"Thank you again for seeing me home. It is greatly appreciated." Lady Faedra smiled.

"Of course, Lady Arundel." Gerad nodded.

She urged her horse into a trot and guided her up the snow covered lane toward the stables.

Gerad waited there for a time, seated atop of his horse. He waited until he watched her walk through the front door of her manse, and then he urged his horse into a trot, and then a gallop toward Charlie's tavern. He hoped Slayer and Syrtrick would be there because then he would know at least two people there. Perhaps he could persuade them to take a break and drink with him?

In the Sheriff's chambers, he was seated on a chair beside the bed as his lady wife was still reclined upon it, holding their son on her lap. Hildith had already taken care of changing the baby and feeding him, and the Sheriff had moved the cradle to the boy's rooms when Thomas finished up with binding Rhiannon's ribs.

"You must be a good boy for Hildith tonight, darling boy. Alright? She'll be with you part of the day on the morrow, too. So, don't scare her away." Rhiannon said, softly.

She kissed the top of his head as he played with the ribbons on her shift, since her dressing gown was open.

"He seems quite content now. Where is Hildith?" she asked her husband.

"She's waiting in the den." the Sheriff said.

"Oh. Very well. I hate to send him away, but perhaps a good sleep will help."

"Is it feeling a bit better now?"

"Yes. Thomas permitted me to take a drop of opium right before he started wrapping me. He said I can have another drop when I plan to sleep." Rhiannon explained.

"Good. I'm pleased to hear it, my angel. When are you starting the batwing tea bollocks?"

"Thomas said to refrain from taking that tonight since I've had brandy, and now, opium. He said I could have a cup of that at midday tomorrow, and then another one at bedtime." Rhiannon explained.

"Good. That seems fair to me." he nodded. He stood from the chair and began to pace.

"Rhiannon. At what point did the pain return on your rib cage?" the Sheriff pressed her.

"I can't really say, George. I only really noticed it if the area was touched. It wasn't incessant like when it initially happened." Rhiannon shrugged. "I didn't think anything of it."

He stopped in his tracks and whirled around to face her.

"Yet, the bruising is still visible, and you've been fading away. Did you think anything of that?" he demanded.

"Yes. I assumed it had to do with all of the life altering incidents that have taken place since you went hunting with the Prince — and I, foolishly, encouraged Isabelle to walk into that abandoned manor." Rhiannon said. She sighed. "Honestly, George. It's been crisis after crisis ever since that cursed day. Thank the Gods three good things happened. You lived. We were wed; and then you reunited me with Edison."

"You really did believe that was the cause." the Sheriff said, softly. He pressed the fingertips of both of his hands together and resumed pacing.

"I did. And, you heard Thomas. He is in agreement." Rhiannon reminded him.

"You sure there's nothing else going on, Rhiannon? No other reason you can think of that has caused you to shrink to the size of a broom handle?" he asked with his eyebrow quirked, suspiciously.

"Nothing. Just the decrease in appetite. Although, I think that is already improving." Rhiannon said. She softly sighed and slowly shook her head over the comment about looking like a broom handle.

She looked down to the child and noticed him yawning as he hugged his teddy tight, and flopped against her chest at the same time.

"George?" Rhiannon asked, softly.

He stopped and looked to her with a curious nod.

"He's getting sleepy now." she said, nodding to the baby.

"I'll get Hildith, my lady." the Sheriff said.

After he left the bedchamber, Rhiannon looked down to the child.

"Alright, my sweet boy. We're going to get you to bed in your own rooms this night. You shall see me again before you know it." Rhiannon whispered to the child and kissed his forehead.

Within moments, the Sheriff returned with the comely brunette servant.

"I do hope you're feeling better expediently, Milady Rhiannon. Do not fret. I'll take him now." Hildith said as she approached the bedside.

"Thank you, Hildith. Will you still be able to manage him on the morrow?" Rhiannon asked as she gently passed the child to her.

"Yes. It shall be fine, Milady. I'm returning him to you in the morning. I can grab some extra rest then, before I resume my duties here just before midday." Hildith nodded. She held the boy firmly, yet gently in her arms, and holding his stuffed bear in one hand.

"Perfect." Rhiannon smiled.

"Just curious, Hildith. Who is managing the other duties you would normally be taking care of?" the Sheriff asked, pointedly.

"I have Gundred and Mirella looking after those details, Milord." Hildith nodded.

"Good. A wise plan." he nodded.

"I shall see you next in the morning. I won't be too early, Milady." Hildith smiled.

Then, she nodded in deference to them both, and carried the child toward the bedchamber doors.

After they heard the outer door open and close, the Sheriff went to stoke the fire in the fireplace.

"I'm sure it's fine, George. It was blazing when Thomas was wrapping me." Rhiannon informed him.

"I don't want you getting a chill, wife. It's freezing out there." he said firmly, while nodding to the window.

He grabbed the poker and began stoking the fire, adding more kindling. Moments later, when the fire was burning well and a log was added, he rejoined her on the bed.

"What happened when you explained to Thomas all of the effort you're putting in trying to tease milk from you for our son? Did he have some sage advice regarding that?" the Sheriff asked.

"Yes. That is on hold until probably Tuesday since I'm taking the clove infused wine, opium, and batwing tea. The tea will continue for a time, but I need the wine for two full days." Rhiannon said.

"I should probably arrange that with Mortianna." he said.

"It is done. Hildith relayed the message to her when you took the cradle to our son's rooms." Rhiannon said. She nodded to the flagon and the goblet on the table beside her.

"What was Edison doing while she did that? Since you were being tended to and the cradle wasn't in here? Surely she didn't take him down to Mortianna's apothe — "

"He was sitting on the bed, playing with his teddy toy. She was only gone a few moments." Rhiannon said.

"Good. So, does that mean you've come to your senses about — "

"I can still do the warm compresses. I can resume the rest of it in a few days." Rhiannon said, softly.

"What? This is ludicrous, Rhiannon. You've been running yourself ragged since you started this bollocks!"

"I must try, George. It's good for Edison." Rhiannon said, firmly.

"I would understand if he was younger than he is and unable to swallow the assorted mashed and puréed vegetables and fruits, not to mention that cereal he eats. It's not necessary, wife. He inhales everything put in front of him, and your health is declining." he said, sternly.

"For heaven's sake. You make it sound as if I'm dying." Rhiannon sighed.

"My angel, you look like you have dropped a good two stone in a short span of time. Your broken ribs did not heal. A different approach is in order now."

"I shall see how I feel after I follow through with these treatments Thomas recommended for the next few days."

"I appreciate that you're trying to be the best mother you can be. The thing is, you don't need to try. You already are a good mother to him. Don't lose yourself trying to go beyond what you can at this time." the Sheriff strongly advised.

Rhiannon nodded, deciding not to argue further. She leaned back against the pillows and let her head rest upon his shoulder.

The Sheriff sighed. He knew he would need to return to this discussion. Perhaps not until she was finished taking the clove infused wine in the next couple of days, but he would need to be firm with her.

At this point, Gerad was waiting in a queue to enter into the tavern. He had forgotten that Saturday nights were quite busy. He pulled his surcoat closer about him, raising his hood, as well. The wind was chill this night, and standing in snow for any length of time makes the cold feel worse, so he hoped he wouldn't be waiting too long.

Slayer was working alone, and Gerad was glad to see the line of people were moving swiftly — until a couple of gangly, obviously drunken lads were trying to move past the big guy.

"Oi! You again! Nice try, you two." Slayer said as he grabbed them both by their collars, as he had done only recently.

"God. Not you again! The merriment killer!" the ginger haired lad exhaled sharply.

"Why are ye so boring, man? We jus wanna a wee drink." the other lad with the greasy brown hair moaned.

"It appears the pair of you have enjoyed a good many wee drinks, right? Again. You're both completely wasted." a beat. "Entry denied." Slayer said, evenly.

Gerad looked down to the snow covered ground and stifled a chuckle.

"Ha! Yer the waster here. Acting all high and mighty cuz ye man the door. Big bleederin' deal!" the ginger haired lad shot back.

"Jus let us have one wee mug of mead." the brown haired fellow implored him.

"Im also on City Watch, Red. So… there's that, right?" Slayer smirked at the ginger haired lad. Then, he frowned as he regarded the greasy haired friend of the other one. "As to the answer to your question? No. You are not going in." he said, firmly. Next, he addressed them both. "I tossed you two out of here on Tuesday evening. One of you tried to fondle a serving lady; and the other was about to piss all over the wall, right, before a stop was swiftly put to that!

"You are both just as drunk now as you were when you were both creating chaos inside Charlie's tavern that evening. We don't accept that sort of behaviour at Charlie's. We have nobles and even royals who grace us with their patronage, right. Try again when you're straight. We may consider granting entry then, right." Slayer said, firmly. "Now, trot on. Grab your horses and crack on over to that main path." he said. He let go of their collars and pointed to the path behind them.

Gerad scoffed, then looked away. He chuckled, softly.

"It's a mirrorcle that Charlie fella makes any coin at all with you as his gatekeeper." the greasy brown haired lad scoffed.

"Indeed, Warin. What a right bore." the ginger lad agreed, nodding to Slayer.

"How's your foot, Red? You best mind yourself on your way to collect your horse. Don't want to break your leg, right, while stepping the wrong way on a pebble." Slayer scoffed.

"I oughta kick you again, with me boot aimed up yer arse this time!" the red haired lad seethed.

"At this rate, you couldn't even manage to strangle a worm, right? Not in the state you're in! Off with the pair of you. Now! Crack on!" Slayer ordered them. He advanced slowly toward them in a threatening move.

The two lads grumbled, and began to walk toward where their horses were secured, staggering every few steps.

Slayer observed them a moment or two before he greeted Gerad.

"Sorry about that, mate. You here for some ale, or to give me and Rick some kind of a report? He's inside the tavern with Blaise right now, in case you need him."

"There's no report. I'm here for a good warm mug of mead. Perhaps you two could take a break and join me? I just met Nigel's future mother in law. That was… intense as fuck." Gerad sighed, shaking his head.

"Really? Very well. Tell me about it, since there's no one behind you, right? Oddly." Slayer scoffed. "How did that meeting come about?"

"She was visiting Nigel and Lady Aeleanna at the castle. She arrived late in the day, so I was assigned to escort her home." Gerad explained.

"I see. Not very pleasant, I take it?"

"No. She is pleasant enough. The problem is she clearly likes to meddle. She looks exactly as her daughter, just older with lighter coloured hair; but the similarities end there. Luckily, for Nigel." Gerad smirked. Then, he paused a moment. "Actually, it's more lucky for Lady Aeleanna, because if she were anything like her mother, Nigel would have ditched her a long damn time ago."

"I see." Slayer chuckled.

"Can you take a break, Slayer?"

"I'm due for one in a quarter of an hour, but I will not imbibe. I'm on duty, right. I'll have Edeva bring me lemonade." Slayer said. His blue eyes twinkled merrily at the mention of her name.

"Good. What about Syrtrick? Didn't you say he's inside there with some bloke named 'Blaise'?" Gerad asked, nodding behind Slayer to the door.

"He is. Blaise works security, too. Not sure Charlie would agree to two of us taking a break at the same time, right? Rick will cover me out here." Slayer explained.

Suddenly, the moment was interrupted by a wailing sound coming from the direction of the area where the horses were tethered. Slayer and Gerad cast their eyes in that direction and began to chuckle. It appeared the greasy brown haired lad had fallen to the ground while trying to mount his horse.

Slayer sighed and began to move toward them.

"Oi! I suggest you two lead your horses by the reins and walk them home." Slayer called out to them. "You're liable to direct them toward a tree — or any other stationary object if you attempt to ride them, right." he sighed, shaking his head.

"That will take bleedin' forever!" the red haired lad exclaimed.

"It might, but you two will kill yourselves if you try to ride them. Off you go. Just take the reins and walk with them." Slayer said, firmly.

The two grumbled about it, but obeyed his command.

Slayer walked back to rejoin Gerad.

"Pair of absolute toe rags, Gerad. Unfortunately, some of your comrades also observed their antics when they attempted to return here only a couple of hours after they were thrown out on Tuesday night." Slayer said, nodding behind him to the drunken pair.

"Really?"

"Yes. The four sent to deal with the cult blokes were witness to them." Slayer said. He turned to make sure the two lads were leaving. "Look at them staggering, trying to lead their horses. Useless!"

"How often must you deal with that sort of situation?" Gerad asked, curiously.

"Ha! On the daily. Some are worse than others, though, right. You go on in and get yourself warm. I'll join you shortly at break time." Slayer smiled.

Gerad nodded and headed toward the door.

He had barely seated himself when Edeva suddenly appeared before him, startling him.

"Good even. It's Gerad, isn't it?"

"That is correct. Good to see you again, Edeva. I'm pleased you remembered my name." Gerad nodded.

"You're rather striking looking, if you'll pardon my being forward. I'm a sucker for blue eyes." Edeva said.

"Are you… putting moves on me, Miss?" Gerad asked, suspiciously.

"Not at all. Forgive me, Off — curses! I'd address you formally, but I'm guessing you don't want that known, in case someone heard me… Gerad." she said, softly.

"Of course. It's fine, Edeva." Gerad smiled.

"I am loyal to another. He has lovely blue eyes, too, incidentally. But, that is only the icing on the cake with him." Edeva said. She sighed. "Do you need a word with Charlie or Syrtrick? I know that Syrtrick is a member of… that same thing… Slayer is… doing. Or, can I get you something from the bar?"

"A mug of warmed mead would be appreciated. I'm not here on business." Gerad said. He looked to his lap for a moment and grinned. He was certain she was referring to Slayer.

"Very well. Would you also care for something from the kitchen?" she asked, while pushing some blonde tendrils from her face.

"No. That's fine, Edeva. Cheers." Gerad smiled.

"I'll return with that directly." Edeva smiled. Then, she swiftly left his table to carry out her task.

The tavern was bustling, but with a pleasing level of conviviality. Everyone seemed in good spirits as a young lad entertained with his pan flute, while an arm wrestling match was simultaneously taking place at one of the tables, to which many of the patrons were gathered around placing bets.

Gerad noticed Charlie behind the bar. Charlie was keeping a keen eye on the wrestling match table, while also pouring something into three goblets. He poured them perfectly, spilling not a drop, even though it appeared to Gerad that Charlie was zeroed in on the wrestling match, and not looking at the goblets while he poured them. A small black towel folded lengthwise was draped over the shoulder of his white tunic.

Next, Gerad noticed Syrtrick with the same fellow who delivered the message to the Sheriff from Slayer during the meeting on Monday evening. He guessed that must be the fellow known as Blaise. The two men stood close by the wrestling match, about eight feet away, just in case they would be needed to sort out a problem. Gerad noticed the men made regular eye contact with Charlie, as well.

Gerad looked over to the young lad playing the pan flute, standing on the same stage Luke stood upon four nights ago. He was enjoying listening, for the lad was quite good. Gerad was slightly swaying side to side as the pleasing sounds of the music filled the air. All was well. And then, he stopped and took in a breath. He felt like someone was watching him.

He looked around slowly and soon noticed a young man with brown hair looking at him. He was seated at a nearby table with a couple of other men. Once Gerad made eye contact, the man looked away. A couple of moments after that, Gerad caught him staring at him again. He looked away and frowned, wondering what that was about?

Next, Gerad observed Slayer approach Syrtrick and the dark curly haired fellow.

"Gerad? I have your mead here." Edeva smiled. She took the steaming mug of mead from her tray and placed it on the table in front of him.

"Cheers, Edeva. This is just what I need." Gerad nodded as he held the mug out toward her.

"Ah! Good. You're here, love, right? I'm taking a short break with Gerad. Could you bring me the usual?" Slayer asked Edeva as he suddenly appeared at the table.

"Now? Did Charlie approve of this? He won't take his eyes off the action. Who is taking over for you?" Edeva pressed him, narrowing her brown eyes.

"He did approve it. Rick is heading outside right now, love. We have it handled, right?" Slayer smiled. He seated himself across from Gerad.

"I see." Edeva sighed. "Look, you sure you really want lemonade, hands — Slayer? You stand out in that cold for bleeding hours! Why not a nice hot mug of tea? You must warm yourself." she implored him.

"Cheers, love. I'm good. You know that tea puts me to sleep. That's the last thing I need, right? Lemonade. That's what I… need." Slayer said.

Gerad caught the salacious smirk Slayer gave to Edeva. He took a generous swill of the delicious warm honeyed mead from his mug, then looked down and grinned.

"Very well. But, I'm telling you now: I worry about you!" Edeva exclaimed, quietly.

"You mustn't. All is well." Slayer smiled.

"I'll be right back with that then, big guy." she sighed. She gave him a subtle smile before she nodded to Gerad, then swiftly left them.

At this point, the clamour of the crowd gathered around the wrestling match taking place was difficult to ignore. Slayer turned to observe and make certain that Blaise had it handled. Gerad glanced over there, then noticed Edeva speaking to the brown haired man who had been looking at him oddly earlier.

"I still remember the night I saw Draco engaged in one of these wrestling matches, mate. He was great, right. Too bad the rest of that was a bit queer." Slayer said.

"Really? When was that?" Gerad asked, curiously.

"Well over a month. Probably early October. He was here with Luke and Adam. Funny thing about that, right? Ancel was here, too. But, he was cavorting with that funny looking ginger man who's shaped like a ball. You know the one? The putrid one who's currently in Milord's gaol." Slayer reminded him.

"Hmm. Yes, that must have been a time ago. He's been with us about a month now, so it had to be well before that." Gerad nodded. He took a sip of the mead from his mug. "What was so odd about that night, Slayer?"

"The ginger bloke and Ancel marched Luke out of the tavern. Not long after that, Draco and Adam followed. Some harsh words were exchanged and blades were drawn, but they settled whatever the issue was. I observed closely, right, in case I was needed to assist." Slayer explained. "Anyway, the arm wrestling match is reminding me of that, because Draco was a participant in the match. I saw him when I came in to talk to Charlie. Returned to my post outside, and soon after that they all filed out, right."

"Sounds like it was interesting. You expecting any problems with this one?" Gerad asked, nodding in the direction of the match.

"It's not so much the participants that get out of hand at the end of it. It's the people who lose their bets. They can get a bit crazy, Ger, right? That's why on the busier nights Charlie has two of us inside, and one mans the door outside."

"Makes sense." a beat. "Uh… what did you just call me?" Gerad scoffed.

"Ger. It kind of suits you, right? I could also call you 'Rad' if you prefer." Slayer smirked.

"I prefer just Gerad, but if you insist on shortening it, I will concede to 'Ger'." Gerad chuckled.

Just then, Edeva appeared at the table again.

"Your lemonade, Slayer. You want anything from the kitchen?" she smiled while taking the goblet from her tray and placing it before him.

"Just a couple of slices of that tasty bread with the melted cheese bits on it. One for me and one for Ger, love, right."

"You got it, handso — big guy. I'll tell Larus to put a move on that, since I don't think you're going to get much of a break." Edeva said with a knowing quirk of her brow. She nodded in the direction of the arm wrestling match.

"Cheers, love." Slayer smiled warmly at her.

"Who is Larus?" Gerad asked.

"The cook." they both replied in unison.

"I see." he nodded. "But, wouldn't the bread already be prepared? When my mother makes it, it takes awhile to prep the dough before she can bake it."

"It is already prepared. Larus warms the slices and melts the cheese bits on it. It's quite good." Slayer explained.

"Larus is fantastic. Would you like a mead top up, Gerad? I can bring another mug out for you." Edeva suggested.

"Cheers. That would be grand." Gerad smiled.

"Good. Before I go to get the items requested, I've something to tell you." Edeva said.

"What is it?" Gerad asked, curiously.

"There's a gentlemen at a table nearby who is asking to have a word with you, Gerad." Edeva said.

"Hmm. Bet I can guess whom." Gerad scoffed.

"Nice looking fellow. Brown hair. To your right, three tables over." she said, nodding in that direction.

"Very well." he nodded.

"I'll tell him on my way to the kitchen ." Edeva said. She nodded to them both, then took leave of them.

"You didn't seem surprised that some strange bloke wants a word with you, right?" Slayer asked, curiously.

"Yes. I've caught him looking at me funny a couple of times." Gerad said.

"Did he look familiar?" Slayer asked, then took a generous swill of lemonade from his goblet.

"No. I don't know him." Gerad shrugged.

"Hope he doesn't give you any problems, mate."

"Indeed. Shouldn't that arm wrestling match be wrapping up soon?" Gerad asked, nodding in that direction.

"That depends. If they're good strong blokes, right, it can go on for quite a good while."

"Nigel would be good at that." Gerad remarked, confidently. He took a sip of his mead.

"Perhaps once he's recovered, a few of you could bring him here to test that, Ger, right?" Slayer suggested.

"Indeed. A few of us could use a night out."

"You'll just need to work out what to do with Luke. Once he steps foot in here, people will recognize him and want him to entertain them." Slayer said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Hmm. You're right. We'll figure that out when the time comes, because we're not excluding Luke." Gerad said. He took a generous swill of mead from his mug.

"Of course. We will just need to keep an eye on his intake. I'm quite certain Milord won't go as easy on him if there's a next time." Slayer said, confidently. He noticed movement to the left of him in his peripheral vision. He looked at Gerad while side eyeing to his left. "I think the stranger cometh, mate, right? I'll leave you to it." he said, then proceeded to drink from his goblet, pushing his chair back as he did so.

"No. Stay, Slayer. At least until I figure this bloke out. He could be with the Jesus blokes, or he could be a marauder. He might even be that Godwin Salinger bloke." Gerad reminded him.

"Oh. As you wish." Slayer nodded.

"Excuse me. Sir?" the brown haired stranger asked Gerad as he approached the table.

Gerad turned to his right and looked into the man's hazel coloured eyes.

"What can I do for you?" Gerad asked, curiously.

The man advanced closer and leaned down toward him.

"Are you… a Black Knight… Sir?" he asked, softly.

"Why would you ask? I look just like every other man in here." a beat. "Sort of." Gerad frowned.

"You might not be in uniform, but, with respect… Sir, you're the only man here with a fancy hilt and pommel on your sword. I can't see the blade since it's sheathed in your fancy scabbard, but I'm going to go out on a limb and guess it's made of foreign steel, and castle forged?" the man asked, quite unabashedly.

"Are you with the Christian Brotherhood? Or, are you affiliated with another rebel type faction from a county north of here… perchance?" Gerad demanded.

"No, Sir. I'm just a carriage driver."

"Quality!" Slayer chuckled.

"What do you want with me?" Gerad pressed.

"Well, if you are… a Black Knight, I have something to report." the young man quietly stated.

"Who are you?" Gerad demanded.

"Alphonse, Sir. I'm a freelance driver. I operate a carriage service for the people in the community. Earlier, I was heading to the Inn after returning from taking four people to Newerche. I saw the strangest thing." he said. Then, he nodded toward Slayer. "Should he be here while I continue?"

"It's fine. Slayer is on City Watch, as well as working security here. Take a seat." Gerad said, nodding to one of the two empty chairs at the table.

The man nodded, then seated himself between the two men at the round oak table.

Just then, there was loud cheering coming from the area of the arm wrestling match. Slayer turned and looked over there to make sure things were in order. At the same time, Edeva arrived once more with the warmed cheese bread in a small basket and three plates, as well as two mugs on her tray. She began to deftly take the items from her tray and placed them on the table.

"I brought your ale over here." she said to Alphonse. "Also, I brought an extra slice of the cheese bread." Edeva said to Slayer and Gerad. "It didn't seem right to only bring two. Enjoy." she smiled.

"Thanks, love. This is perfect." Slayer smiled.

"Cheers, Edeva." Gerad said, as she took the empty mug from him.

"Thank you, Miss. That's very kind." Alphonse smiled at her.

Edeva nodded, then smiled at Slayer before she took her leave.

"Try it, Ger. It's quite good." Slayer said. He looked to the carriage driver. "You, too. If you like warm fresh bread, and you like cheese, you will enjoy this, right."

Both of the men took a bite and agreed with Slayer that the bread was quite delicious.

Gerad washed the bite of bread down with a swill of the steaming honeyed mead, then looked to his right at Alphonse.

"What is it you wish to report?" he asked, curiously.

"I noticed a man I've never seen in town before. He was about… two hundred yards north of the Inn. He had dismounted from his horse and he was walking around in circles looking at the snow covered ground, fairly close to the tree line on the west side of the main path. He appeared to be in ire over whatever it was he was looking for." Alphonse said, softly. He took a swill of ale from his mug.

Gerad sighed and exchanged knowing looks with Slayer.

"Anything else?" Gerad pressed him.

"Yes. A short time later, I was checking into my rooms at the Inn. The man was at the office door, questioning Erasmus about a couple of his comrades. Said they came from the north, and he wanted to know if Erasmus had seen them. He was quite… demanding about it." Alphonse said. "So much so, he had his hand on the pommel of his sword. I kept hearing him telling Erasmus he better not be lying." he added with a frown.

"Must be another couple of blokes working for the Baron, mate. The pair he was asking about." Slayer said to Gerad. He frowned.

"Indeed." Gerad sighed. He looked to his right at Alphonse. "Can you describe this man?"

"He was tall. Muscled, but agile. Short dark hair. A trimmed beard and moustache." Alphonse said.

"Hmm. There were various descriptions of the bloke in question given to the York County team. That description fits one of the ones Mordrid told us about last night." Gerad said quietly to Slayer.

"It's got to be him, Ger, right? He was looking for the dagger and the body, I would wager." Slayer agreed.

"The… body?" the carriage driver asked, nervously. He swallowed, dryly.

"We suspect the man you saw behaving suspiciously, then questioning Erasmus is one who is wanted for murder." Gerad said.

"Indeed. You are a Black Knight. I am glad that man didn't see me then. At least, I hope he didn't. He's a stealthy one, he is." Alphonse frowned, then took another bite of the bread.

"I am. And, what is your name, again?" Gerad asked.

"Alphonse Cambray, Sir. People also call me Alphie. I'd rather remain anonymous regarding this, though." he shuddered, then took a generous swill of his ale to steady him. "He was acting right peculiar, and threatening to Erasmus, the Innkeeper, after that. That was what prompted me to report this." he added.

"Understood. I just need to include your name in my report to His Lordship. You were right to report it. How long ago did you last see this man you speak of?" Gerad pressed him.

"It was about an hour ago. He was mounting his horse when I exited my rooms at the Inn. I was on my way here."

"Did you see which direction this bloke took, Alphie?" Slayer asked.

"Yes. He was headed south." Alphonse nodded.

"And, the horse?" Gerad asked.

"A fine chocolate brown coloured stallion. Black silky mane." Alphonse reported.

"Sounds about right if he's who we think he is and he works for 'you-know-whom', right?" Slayer said to Gerad. He took a sip from his goblet.

"Indeed. I'm certain it's him." Gerad nodded. He looked to Alphonse. "In case Milord has any questions for you, where do we find you? The Inn? I'd wager you're not a local since you have rooms there."'

"I am a local, but my home is just outside the city limits. I find it easier keeping rooms at the Inn when I'm working, since it's closer to where the customers are who I serve. I'm at the Inn on weeknights, or you can also find me here." Alphonse said.

"Thank you. You've been most helpful." Gerad said.

Alphonse nodded at them both, then stood from his chair. He grabbed the plate and his mug and headed back to his own table to rejoin a couple of his mates.

Gerad sighed, then took another bite of the cheese bread.

"Had to take another bite of this." Gerad said, nodding to the bread in his hand. He put it back on the plate, then followed with a quick sip of mead before he continued. "Unfortunately, that was my last bite because I gotta make tracks. You're right. The bread is great." he smiled.

"You're not going alone, Ger, right? I'm coming with you. Let's go and clear this with Charlie real quick first, right? He's going to need to rearrange assignments while I'm out." Slayer said, firmly.

He took a quick bite of the bread, then followed with a swill of lemonade from his goblet. He set it on the table as he stood from his chair.

"Good plan. This man is known to be difficult to capture. Two are better than one in this case." Gerad agreed.

They both left the table and walked directly to the bar, approaching Charlie.

Slayer nodded to Charlie on approach. Charlie walked to a spot behind the bar where no customers were waiting on the other side of it.

"What is it, men? I'm guessing it's not good." Charlie sighed.

"We've got a problem." Gerad began.

"I'm going to need to accompany Gerad for a… short bit, Charlie. That arm wrestling show is over now, and Rick and Blaise can cope, right?" Slayer explained.

"Mmm hmm. What's happening now, that you must leave us on such a busy night?" Charlie asked, folding his arms.

"A bloke wanted for murder needs capturing, Charlie — " Slayer began to reply, but was cut off.

"He's only got an hour on us. I think he's headed to Nottingham Castle." Gerad added.

"Why would he go to the castle if he's wanted for murder? A suicide mission?" Charlie asked, incredulously.

"Because we have something inside the castle he wants." Gerad said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"What?"

Both Slayer and Gerad attempted to briefly explain the meeting with Alphie, the freelance carriage driver, but they soon ended up talking over one another. Charlie exhaled sharply, shaking his head.

"Alright, men. Calm down! I don't need the details. I'm damn sure Milord Sheriff would prefer that, too." Charlie said, firmly.

They stopped talking, and Charlie looked to Gerad.

"I'm sorry, I don't think we've been formally introduced."

"Gerad Nash. I'm one of Milord Sheriff's Black Knights." Gerad said, quietly. He nodded.

"Right. Good to meet you, Officer Gerad. I will concede to this once I confirm a couple of things with Slayer." Charlie smiled. He then looked to Slayer. "You sure the guys can handle it? I know Syrtrick can. It's Blaise who concerns me."

"Indeed, Charlie. Blaise is ready for it. He's got Rick as backup if things should head south, but with Rick outside keeping the riff raff away, that lessens the chances of Blaise needing to step in once those people enter past the door, right?" Slayer explained, confidently.

"And, you don't expect this will take long?" Charlie asked.

"Not if you agree to my suggestion, and Ger and me can leave at once." Slayer said with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Very well. Off you go." Charlie nodded.

"Put the cheese bread and Ger's two mugs of mead on my tab. I'll settle that when I return. Edeva served us. She'll tally it up for you."

"Of course, she did." Charlie scoffed. "Anything else I should convey to her?"

"Tell her I had to take care of something with Gerad and I'll see her when I get back. I'm still escorting her home. She's not to leave on her own." Slayer said.

"I will. I'll stay with her until you return." Charlie said.

"Cheers, Charlie. I owe you for this, right." Slayer smiled.

"Just be safe, the both of you. Don't get in over your heads. You're not far from the castle. You have backup there if you need them. Use them, if needs be." Charlie strenuously advised them in hushed tones. His brown eyes narrowed, in a concerned frown.

"We will. Thank you, Charlie." Gerad nodded.

Charlie nodded to them, then both men turned to take their leave.

Soon, they were outside. Oddly, snow was beginning to fall again. Slayer had a quick word with Syrtrick, updating him on the new plan.

"You need me to come along? Blaise can handle it. Sounds like that arm wrestling match finished." Syrtrick suggested.

"We're good, Rick, right? Charlie needs you here. We don't plan to be long." Slayer said.

"No, we don't. I know Nottingham Castle. The criminal we're after does not." Gerad added with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Understood. Go get him, men." Syrtrick said with a grin.

Both men nodded and continued heading to their horses, fifty feet from where they started from near the door. Gerad looked to Slayer curiously, as they made their way through the snow covered dirt path on the way to the horses.

"Charlie was acting like he knows about you and Edeva. Is he… fine with that?" Gerad asked.

"What about me and Edeva, Ger?" Slayer asked.

"Come on, Slayer. If you two aren't courting yet, I'm not understanding why you're not. It's obvious you both are quite smitten with the other." Gerad pointed out.

"Aye. We've only just… started with that." Slayer admitted.

"And, Charlie is okay with that?"

"As far as Charlie knows, we're still best mates. And if he knew, he'd be fine with it. It's happened at Charlie's before. A security guy — whom Blaise ended up replacing, when he married the serving girl who also worked here, and the couple ended up in London. We were all invited to the wedding, and Charlie walked her down the aisle." Slayer said, casually. As if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"What? You must be jesting!" Gerad exclaimed, quite astonished. His shiny raven locks danced in the wind as he shook his head.

"No. I'm as serious as scrofula, mate. Happened a year ago. But, I've already heard the Sheriff would not permit such a thing. Draco kind of told me about it, right. It's quite a different game here, though." Slayer shrugged.

They reached their horses, which turned out to be close to each other, and began to untether them.

"It is well then that Edeva doesn't work for Milord in any capacity. You're right. That is Rule Number One with him. Staff are forbidden from mixing romantically." Gerad said.

"Damn. That's too bad, Ger, right?"

"It's not that bad. Can't really think of any woman who works for him I'd be interested in seeing outside the halls of Nottingham Castle, quite frankly." Gerad scoffed.

"Have you a lady friend, mate?" Slayer asked.

"No. Haven't had much time for such frivolity." Gerad said.

The two men mounted their horses and guided them towards the main path. They made a right, heading south on the path towards Nottingham Castle. As they urged their horses to a gallop, streams of fresh show were kicked up behind the horses' hooves as they thundered through it.

Each of the men were hopeful that they would find the wanted criminal expediently. The man would lead them to Napier. Salinger was known to be highly elusive, so Gerad and Slayer knew if they could manage to capture him and bring him to the Sheriff, it would serve them both quite well, for the Sheriff would be pleased.