Lady Nottingham's Secret: Book Two

by Lady to the Sheriff

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

21. Chapter 76

The following morning, the Sheriff was meeting his Lieutenant and Captain in the Council Quarters to discuss the matter of Ancel, and how to proceed with Hamon before they would lead the men assigned to the search mission.

"Since you two are my second and third in command, I summoned you here to inform you of my decision. You shall both accompany me to Ancel's rooms after this." the Sheriff said, firmly. "After we meet with him, you can resume your search efforts."

"Very well, my Lord." Duke Farnsworth agreed.

"Yes, Cousin. Since you've included us in this, does this mean — " Guy began to inquire, but was interrupted.

"Yes. I gave the matter a good deal of thought. I might be the first Sheriff in all of England to give a position to a man at their request." the Sheriff said.

"I'm glad to hear this news, my Lord. I actually think some of the men could learn from him." Duke Farnsworth nodded in agreement.

"I am pleased, as well." Guy said. "I was reserving judgement until we heard what he had to say, but I knew there was something very different about him from the moment I met him."

"Indeed. Throughout the entire meeting last night it felt like I was speaking with one of us, rather than a prisoner. He shall still need to prove his merit, but I say we give him that chance. I always listen to my gut instinct. My gut is telling me not to let him go." Nottingham said. "So, we're in agreement?"

"Aye. I'm surprised to be saying this, but I'm actually looking forward to working with him." the Duke said.

"Yes, Cousin. Agreed. You have my full support." Guy nodded.

"Good. Let's go and meet with Ancel now. We'll see how he is with us first, before I tell him." the Sheriff said. "Zeus knows what his demeanour will be like, having been cooped up overnight." he scoffed.

"Will we be including him in our search for the stumpy bloke if he passes muster?" Guy asked.

"That, I'm still deciding. I don't know whether to send him back to Locksley's former camp, with reinforcements stationed nearby, of course; or to keep him away from the bloke? I'd like to hear Ancel's thoughts on that, frankly." Nottingham said.

"Makes sense. He knows the man better than any of us. Subjected himself to the bloke's strangeness all of this time. I think that's a good plan, Cousin." Guy agreed.

The men headed to the door and the three of them left the meeting chamber to visit with the prisoner who was, possibly, depending on his behaviour shortly — about to become the newest member of the Black Knights.

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Fifteen minutes later, they entered into Ancel's quarters after the Sheriff advised the sentry to remain at the door until instructed otherwise.

Ancel was seated on a chair gazing out of the window. He stood when the Sheriff and his men came in through the door.

"Good morrow, my Lord. Gentlemen." Ancel nodded.

"Good morning, Ancel. Please, be seated." the Sheriff said.

Ancel nodded and seated himself again, curious how this meeting would turn out. He hoped the Sheriff wasn't toying with him.

The Sheriff nodded to his men, indicating the other available chairs in the room. Each of them seated themselves directly across from Ancel before proceeding. Guy and the Duke were flanked on either side of the Sheriff.

"You know me, but now I must introduce you to my top men. On my right is my Lieutenant, Sir Guy of Gisborne." the Sheriff said, then nodded to his left at the Duke. "And this is my Lead Investigator, and Captain of the Black Knights, Duke Farnsworth."

Ancel nodded in deference to them. "Pleased to formally make your acquaintance, Sir Gisborne. Captain." he nodded to them, then addressed all of the men when he added, "I am Ancel Ward of Portsmouth."

Guy shot a knowing glance at the Sheriff. The Duke noticed the exchange and nodded in agreement.

The Sheriff knew exactly what they were thinking.

"Ancel, can you tell me a little bit about yourself? Before you met up with Hamon, I mean." the Sheriff began.

"Yes, my Lord. I was born in Portsmouth, and lived there until I came to Nottingham with Hamon. My father was a Barrister until his death ten years ago. At that time I worked as a shipbuilder. It kept me occupied, but it wasn't satisfying. I learned to shoot an arrow at eight, was taught the crossbow at ten, and handled a sword since twelve. I should add I was taught the crossbow, but I wasn't good with it. I'm good with a longbow and a sword. I am well read and was tutored well into my teens. It was then my carpentry skills were noticed and I was hired to help build ships. Just a little over seven years ago, I was working on a ship we were building for King Richard and his army when he finally set sail for the Crusade. There was an incident that occurred — " Ancel explained, but was interrupted.

"Wait… you helped build the ship that took the Non King and his army off to the never ending Crusade — in June of eleven ninety?" Guy asked, visibly astonished.

"Affirmative, Sir Gisborne." Ancel nodded.

"I wish you'd burned the ship instead. Maybe the bloke would have stuck around." Gisborne huffed.

"Who would have wanted him, though, Gis? Would it have really made a difference? When has he been around? In the eight years he's been King — when has he spent considerable time in this country? The man was either in the Holy Land, supposedly fighting Saladin and the Saracens, or lounging about in France. We were better off when Prince John was running things." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"Indeed." the Captain said. "Although, technically, he was not running things during that time. The King appointed people to do it." he added.

"Well, he may as well have been ruling. The three men the King appointed were useless — a couple of Bishops and the Earl of Essex; and de Mandeville, the Earl, died soon after his appointment, anyway. Yes, the King has been back for three years, but that crown belongs to Prince John." the Sheriff argued, rolling his eyes.

"Couldn't agree more." Guy sneered.

"There was also the matter of the King being held captive near Vienna by Leopold." Duke Farnsworth reminded him.

"And arguably, that would never have happened had he not set sail for Cyprus in the first place." the Sheriff pointed out.

Ancel sat quietly, observing their conversation. He tended to agree with the points the Sheriff was making, but he knew that now was not the time to express it. Perhaps, in time.

Nottingham looked back to Ancel. "I didn't mean to get political. I digress." a beat. "Continue, Ancel. What was the incident that occurred?" Nottingham asked, curiously.

"Well, as you know, the King was not very well liked at that — "

"Bah! Many of us still don't like him much." Guy added.

The Sheriff shot Guy a scornful glance. Guy nodded and stayed tight lipped to allow Ancel to continue.

"Somehow, someone in town heard whom the ship was being built for, and what its purpose would be. That didn't go over very well." Ancel said with a knowing look.

"Let me guess. You had an angry mob to deal with?" the Sheriff surmised.

"Indeed. They were present in the town, but a couple of them made their way to the shipyard. They were trying to destroy the ship as it was being built. I managed to stop them and detain them. The Sheriff of Hampshire got wind of this from the Harbour Master, and invited me to work for him. And that's when I started working as one of his guards." Ancel explained.

"So, you do have some formal experience, then?" the Sheriff pressed him. His eyebrow raised, suspiciously.

"I suppose, my Lord." Ancel nodded. "Though, my experience was limited because most of the time I was stationed at the castle." he said.

"I see. Well, Ancel, I considered everything you told us last night, and I reached a decision. My second and third in command agree with me. Your request to join the Black Knights has been granted." the Sheriff said.

Ancel was stunned.

"I am honoured, my Lord, that you deem me worthy. Thank you." Ancel nodded.

"As with all of the Knights in my militia, you will go through a trial period." the Sheriff explained.

"Understood, my Lord." Ancel nodded.

"I look forward to working with you." Duke Farnsworth added.

"Thank you, Captain. I appreciate that." Ancel said.

"Now, the matter of your former comrade, as you may have guessed, is a top priority at the moment. What are your thoughts on his current state of mind over your absence?" the Sheriff asked.

"I should say it's not good, my Lord Sheriff. As of late, he's the kind of man you don't want to leave too long to stew in his thoughts, if you know what I mean." Ancel said with his eyebrow quirked.

"Yes, I can imagine. Well, for the moment, one of the Knights is guarding Lady Rhiannon's manor, so that should — " Nottingham began, but was interrupted.

"Oh, no! Seriously, my Lord? Since when?" Ancel asked, concernedly..

"Since yesterday, Ancel. Why?" the Sheriff demanded as his left eyebrow shot north, curiously.

"Milord, no one in the Village has a guard outside of their door. Having a guard at her home is like erecting a banner there. If he sees the manor somehow and notices a guard keeping watch, it will grab his attention. He'll know straightaway that the homeowner has your protection. He may question if that is, in fact, Lady Wordsworth's manor." Ancel explained.

The Sheriff frowned. "Indeed. I never thought of that."

"No, Milord. And why would you have? Until last night, you had no idea that your lady is a target." Ancel pointed out.

"That shall be rectified." the Sheriff said.

"If I may, my Lord, I'd suggest keeping the guard inside of your lady's manor. Perhaps he could guard her door from the inside of it? That would work. He stays to keep watch, but is kept out of sight." Ancel suggested.

"Duly noted, Ancel. That's a good plan." the Sheriff nodded. He looked to his top men. "One of you stop by my lady's manor on your way back to search the forest, and tell James of the change in plans. He is to keep his horse in the stables there and guard her home at the inside of her door. He can observe through the windows for signs of trouble." the Sheriff instructed.

"Very well, my Lord. I shall do it. Hamon has never met me, but he has met Sir Guy. He might recognize Sir Guy if he happens to be in the vicinity." Duke Farnsworth said.

"That is true. I was present when he came here to accuse you of burning his sister's home." Guy said to the Sheriff.

"Indeed, you were, Gis." the Sheriff said.

"How can I help you rid this bastard from the shire, my Lord?" Ancel asked.

"I just love to see such alacrity, don't you, Gentlemen?" the Sheriff said to his two top men.

"Indeed!" Duke Farnsworth said.

"Yes, Cousin. It's refreshing, indeed. We haven't seen this much enthusiasm since you offered Luke a position as one of your Knights." Guy agreed.

"Yes. And he's one of my best." the Sheriff said. He looked back to Ancel. "That is the question I have for you, Ancel. Now you are one of us, but Hamon doesn't know this. Normally, you'd start out here at the castle, guarding the portcullis. In this case, I think that would be a waste of your skills. We need you to help us find and capture him. I'm uncertain how best to achieve that, however. He will be wondering where you are. If he discovers you're working for me — "

"He may become even more unpredictable, my Lord. I hate to say it. The idea of having to go back to him, even as one of your Knights, kind of turns my stomach, to be quite frank." Ancel said, shaking his head.

"Can you think of an alternate plan?" Nottingham asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Any other plan would create distance. And that makes it a challenge to stay steps ahead of him." Ancel said. "My Lord, I cant do this alone. I did that for quite awhile, but he's unmanageable now." he said, shaking his head.

"Of course, you would not be alone, Ancel. At the very least, there would be reinforcements stationed nearby to assist. I'm still contemplating how best to execute this." the Sheriff said, as he stood and walked closer to the window to stretch his legs.

"How shall Ancel explain his absence, as well, Cousin?" Guy asked.

Ancel looked at Guy and the Sheriff with a bewildered expression.

"Yes. I forgot to mention that, Ancel. Guy is my cousin, as well as my Lieutenant. We are the only family each other have." the Sheriff said.

"Well, I think it's good that you work together then, my Lord." Ancel smiled.

"Indeed. And my cousin raises a very good point. How shall we explain your absence?" the Sheriff asked.

"He can't say he got lost. Ancel might have been playing the part of a fool, but somehow, I doubt that would work." the Captain pointed out to them.

"What about injury? Would that work?" Guy mused.

"I can feign a lot of things, but… not sure how I could pull that off." Ancel said.

"Curses! We must think of something, men. Time is wasting." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"Indeed." Ancel sighed.

"Wait… you mentioned my lady's servant a few times. How well do you know her?" the Sheriff pressed him.

"Only a little, my Lord. We were still getting acquainted. I've taken flowers to her, spent a little time with her. She's a lovely woman, in fact. I know that she once served Lady Dubois, and now serves your lady." Ancel said.

"What do you think your former stumpy friend thinks of your relationship with her?" the Sheriff asked, pointedly.

"I think he thinks I'm interested in her enough to bed her, truth be told." Ancel said.

"That's it! That shall be your cover story." the Sheriff smirked.

"That I was absent because I was with Rebeccah?" Ancel asked.

"Yes. Do you think it might work?" Nottingham asked.

"I believe it might, my Lord. I can't think of any other way to explain where I've been all this time." Ancel said.

"Brilliant! Now we just need to figure out the reinforcements part of it. Like you, I don't want you to have to deal with this sodding, stumpy bloke on your own anymore, Ancel." the Sheriff sighed. He looked to Guy and the Duke. "There will be backup for Ancel close by to Locksley's former camp. But, how else can we we ensure he is not alone in this? What if the bloke tries to injure Ancel, for instance? How is he to get to the men who would be nearby?"

"Good question. I'm not sure. I'm still thinking on it. We must think of something, though." Guy said.

"I hate to say it, but I am stumped, as well." Duke Farnsworth said.

"Are any of your men good at… lying, my Lord? Acting a part, like I did?" Ancel hinted.

"Hmm. That's a good question. I've never caught any in a lie, truthfully." the Sheriff said.

"I don't mean lying to you or anyone who matters, my Lord. But, to a criminal perhaps?" Ancel said.

"I can't think of any, either." Guy said.

"It would have to be someone with intelligence and leadership skills. Someone of that quality could come with me. We could figure out some strange excuse why they were with me. It's the only other option that's coming to mind." Ancel explained.

"I have very few possessing those talents, Ancel. You're sitting with two of them." the Sheriff said. He looked to Guy and the Duke and said, "The only other two are Luke and Mordrid. And now, Ancel, as it turns out."

"Milord, is Luke the one who arrested me, brought me here, and was present last night?" Ancel questioned.

"Yes, he was." the Sheriff nodded.

"It can't be him, my Lord." Ancel said, shaking his head. "Hamon knows him, and knows he works for you. Luke was very direct about that the night we saw him in the tavern. It can't be Luke, nor the two Knights who were with him. They appeared to be mates, and it looked like it was their night off. All made it clear that they served you as your Black Knights. Very proudly, I might add."

The Sheriff smiled. "Yes, That would be Drake and Adam who were with him. Luke did tell me about it, that the three of them were together when they saw you and that stumpy Hamon character at the tavern. The three of them also met you and Stumpy at the portcullis on another occasion." the Sheriff sighed.

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

"Not to mention the time they got into it in the courtyard, then a little later in the Council Quarters. That was when Hamon started with his accusations, and Luke defended you to him — the day Luke was hired." Guy said to the Sheriff.

"It will have to be Mordrid. Unless you would like me to do it?" Duke Farnsworth suggested.

"No, not you, Duke. You are my Captain. You and Guy are in charge of the search mission. Zeus knows if the bloke will even be waiting for Ancel in the bleeding forest." Nottingham sighed. "Mordrid, it is."

"Right. How do you wish to proceed, Cousin?" Guy asked.

"We'll arrange to meet with Mordrid in the Council Quarters. We'll get that out of the way, and then you can all depart." Nottingham said. He directed his gaze at Ancel next. "You ready to begin, lad? It's day one of your employment." the Sheriff grinned.

"Yes, my Lord. I am more than ready to be a part of your team." Ancel nodded.

"Good!" the Sheriff nodded. Next, he addressed his top ranking men. "Let's go break the news of the change in his plans to Mordrid, then, shall we?" he smirked.

"Very well. He's not going to be too thrilled with this, though. Just a feeling I have." Duke Farnsworth sighed.

"Why?" the Sheriff pressed.

"Mordrid likes excitement, my Lord." the Duke replied.

"Well, how much more exciting could it get than this? He's going to have to consort with a criminal — as a spy. Just as Ancel managed to do for months." the Sheriff pointed out.

"True. We best get this plan in motion, then." Duke Farnsworth said.

The Sheriff nodded, then all four of the men left to head to the Council Quarters. On their way there, the Sheriff saw the Scribe, whom he sent to bring Mordrid to meet with them.

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Later, in the Council Quarters, the Sheriff introduced the two men. He explained briefly to Mordrid what Ancel had told him; that Ancel was one of them now; and what the new plan was for proceeding.

"Wait… you want me to do what, now?" Mordrid asked in disbelief. He narrowed his blue eyes, curiously.

"You heard me." the Sheriff said.

"My Lord, you can't be serious right now?" Mordrid exclaimed, incredulously.

"I need someone with their wits about them. Someone skilled, who is a good leader. Look, Ancel managed to achieve this as an ordinary citizen, for the love of Zeus! There are only four of you besides Ancel now who have those skills. The man we're after would recognize two of you, and the only other one he would not recognize is Duke Farnsworth. The Duke is leading the mission along with Guy. There's no other choice, Mordrid. It has to be you." Nottingham said, firmly.

"Alright. Very well, Milord." Mordrid sighed.

"I knew he wouldn't like this." the Duke chuckled.

"Alright." Mordrid turned to Ancel. "How do you want to play this, Ancel?" he asked.

"How well known are you about town?" Ancel asked, pointedly.

"Well, I am married. I hardly see my wife and baby, though. I don't think I'm as recognizable as any of the prominent people within the castle walls. I just kind of… blend in, I suppose." Mordrid mused.

"That's why you'll be perfect for the job." Ancel said. "I've a few ideas. We could say we worked in the shipyard in Portsmouth together?" he suggested. He looked to the Sheriff and his two top men. "What do you all think of that?"

"It sounds alright to me." Mordrid nodded.

"It's a start." Guy agreed.

"Sounds quite plausible, I think." Duke Farnsworth nodded.

"Milord? What do you think?" Ancel asked.

"It seems reasonable to me — if you think he would buy it." the Sheriff said.

"Yes, I think he would." Ancel nodded.

"Good! We'll stick with that, then." the Sheriff said. He looked to Mordrid. "Beyond that, you can tell him any tale you want. Just make it good, Mordrid." he said with a smirk.

"Indeed. May as well have fun with it." Mordrid grinned.

"Right. Let it be done. I've kept the lot of you long enough. You best get started on your mission, then. Have Gervase, the stable master, saddle up one of the spare horses for Ancel. Make sure when you lads get near Hood's former camp you secure the horses well away from it. A place where the stumpy bloke won't see them. Are we clear?" the Sheriff instructed Mordrid and Ancel, firmly.

"It shall be done, Milord." Mordrid said

"Affirmative, Milord." Ancel nodded.

"What happened to your horse, Ancel? You had to walk here, didn't you?" the Sheriff asked.

"Yes. I walked. My horse is somewhere near the old outlaw camp, my Lord." Ancel said.

"Let's get your horse back here to the stables, then. Gervase and his team will get your horse settled into a stall in there. You can work it out with Gervase, the stable master, whether or not you prefer to saddle your horse yourself." the Sheriff said.

"Thank you, my Lord." Ancel nodded.

"Good. Alright, men. Bring me this sodding outlaw." Nottingham said.

The four men nodded and went on their way.

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A few hours later, nearing midday, the Sheriff ran into Robert and Isabelle. They looked to be heading to the main doors on their way out. They were coming toward him, and stopped to speak with him.

"Good day, Robert. Lady Isabelle." the Sheriff nodded. He looked to Robert. "How are you enjoying your day off?"

"Grand, Nottingham. Thank you for that." Robert smiled.

"And you, Lady Isabelle? How are you faring? It looked like an interesting picnic you were enjoying with my lady, and Lady Meridwyn yesterday." he grinned, knowingly.

"Yes. Perhaps we overdid it with the wine Meridwyn brought. I'm still feeling queasy, Milord." a beat. "I'm glad we ran into you. There's something I should mention to you. To both of you, actually." Isabelle hinted.

"Come. Let's continue this conversation in the Council Quarters where we'll be granted privacy." the Sheriff said.

Moments later, he was closing the door behind them as they stood in the large meeting room.

"What is it, dearest?" Robert asked his lady wife.

"You were right, Robert. The both of you were." she said as she addressed them both. "Before we got cozy on your bed with our wine and treats yesterday, I was interrogated." Isabelle said to the Sheriff.

"Oh, I'm sure you were." the Sheriff grinned. He straightened his expression and continued. "What is it you wanted to tell us?"

"Rhiannon needed answers. I stuck to our story. But, then she insisted on knowing what the "contagious disease" was that your medicus questioned initially, before clearing the patient. She also asked when he was there to clear my charge." Isabelle said.

"Oh, boy. Yep. That sounds just like her. She's like a dog with a bone. She never lets up." Robert sighed.

"Indeed." the Sheriff agreed. He looked to Isabelle. "What did you tell her?"

"I told her your medicus saw the charge early yesterday morning. Regarding the matter of the hypothetical illness, I'd already given thought to that the night before. Robert had warned me how persistent she was with him. I had a feeling she would ask that question. I could only think of two contagious illnesses. She and Meridwyn expressed concern that perhaps the physician was wrong to clear the patient, and they were worried his initial instinct might be correct. So, I couldn't tell them it was leprosy, because, well… that wouldn't go over well. If I said that was the illness, she was liable to have me sent to a leper colony, or some such absolute nonsense. So, I told her it was the only other contagious disease I could think of." Isabelle said. She sighed and shifted in discomfiture.

"And what was that?" the Sheriff asked, pointedly.

"Black death." Isabelle announced.

"Oh, my!" Robert sighed, shaking his head.

"I see. Well, hopefully, she won't mention this again. A dilemma, indeed. I can understand, though. She is very persistent with her questions at times." the Sheriff sighed.

"I couldn't just evade the question, Milord."

"Yes. That would have just raised her suspicion. Instead, I'm hoping your answer quelled it. You did the right thing, and I'm glad you told us." the Sheriff said.

"I hope it will suffice." Isabelle sighed.

"I'm sure it will." the Sheriff reassured her. "I mustn't keep you. It appeared that you two were heading out."

"Yes. I was going to take Isabelle shopping, Milord." Robert said.

"Yes, I'd like to find a gown for the wedding." Isabelle added.

"You should have Rhiannon introduce you to her Wardrobe Mistress, Lady Isabelle. She occupies quarters with her daughter right here in the castle. She serves my lady, as well as Lady Gisborne. The best Seamstress in Nottingham." the Sheriff said.

"Oh! That would be grand, Milord. I've seen her work. Stunning craftsmanship. I've been admiring Rhiannon's and Meridwyn's gowns for some time. What is the name of this Seamstress?" Isabelle asked.

"Lady Arianna Oberon. She is originally from France, but has lived in Nottingham for about ten years now. She's quite pleasant, and a friend of mine." the Sheriff said.

"I'll have to ask my sister in law about that, Milord. In your opinion, do you think there would be enough time for her to do it, though? Your wedding is less than three weeks away." Isabelle pointed out.

"I'm certain it would be no problem. She crafted Lady Gisborne's wedding gown in no time at all, and from what I've heard, she has completed Rhiannon's wedding gown, as well." the Sheriff said.

"Marvellous! I should like that very much. Thank you for suggesting it, Milord." Isabelle smiled.

"Glad to be of assistance, Lady Isabelle. I don't mean to deter you two from your outing, however." he said.

"I'm sure we can find plenty of other things to do, and perhaps find other trinkets to spoil my lady with." Robert smiled.

"Oh, indeed." Nottingham agreed.

The three of them spoke a few minutes longer before Robert and Isabelle took their leave.

---

At the same time that the Sheriff was speaking to the Wordworths, Lady Meridwyn was visiting Lady Rhiannon in the den of the Sheriff's private chambers.

"I just saw Madam Oberon, Rhiannon. She was wondering if you could pop by this evening for another fitting?" Meridwyn said.

"I don't see why not. I have nothing else scheduled. Would you like to accompany me?" Rhiannon asked.

"I'd be happy to. I doubt I'll have anything going on. Guy is so tired each night. Last night he was preoccupied. Something to do with a peculiar meeting he and your betrothed were having in the Council Quarters with some of the men just prior to that." Meridwyn said.

"Funny you mention that. George was the same. He mentioned a meeting, as well, and categorized it as, and I quote, a "What in the devil just happened?" kind of meeting." Rhiannon shrugged, shaking her head. She used air quotes to reference his phrasing.

"I'm not sure what's going on, but I think it has something to do with this search mission Guy has been conducting with the Captain." Meridwyn opined as she seated herself on the sofa.

"Yes. I tried to ask about it, but George couldn't divulge any of it. Said it was an active investigation. Whatever happened in that meeting must have threw them for a spin. He was exhausted last night. Could barely keep his eyes open to greet me." Rhiannon said. " He did say it was productive, however." she added.

"Well, that's good news, at least." Meridwyn smiled.

"I'm glad they're having some excitement. Don't get me wrong, the castle is grand and we're privileged to be here, but… I miss our outings, Meridwyn." Rhiannon said, wistfully.

"Indeed, Rhiannon. He's quite determined to keep you safe, isn't he? That's what he told Guy. His concern is about your pains returning prematurely again." Meridwyn said.

"I understand that. I do. I'm quite certain that my condition has raised some fears with him. Both of our mothers died as a result of childbirth." Rhiannon said.

"Hmm. I knew that about your mother, my dear, but I never knew that about his. He seldom mentions his parents. I've been within listening distance a couple of times over the years when his parents' names have come up. He usually just moves on to the next topic." Meridwyn stated.

"Yes. He basically says he never knew them, so he doesn't miss them. However, he's mentioned it to me a few times since I told him I am with child. I'm not sure what happened with his mother, but I have a feeling it was awful." Rhiannon said. She sighed.

"Have you been told what happened with your own mother, Rhiannon?" Meridwyn pried.

"Yes, a long time ago. And Robert told me recently that she had a difficult time in her confinement with me. Many years ago, I was told that she was in labour for days, and it was infection that caused her demise. She died a few minutes after my birth." Rhiannon said.

"That won't happen to you, dearest. And it sure as hell better not happen to me." Meridwyn sighed.

"Yes. It had better not." Rhiannon agreed.

"Forgive me. I shouldn't have asked. We need to get off this topic. There's nothing we can do about the state we're both in. All we can do is keep ourselves healthy and hope for the best. It won't do us any good to fret about it." Meridwyn said.

"There's nothing to forgive, Meridwyn. And you're right. It doesn't do any good to dwell on the past. I only mentioned it because I think that's what's on George's mind these days." Rhiannon said.

"Indeed. It makes sense." Meridwyn agreed.

"I'm itching to get out of here, friend." Rhiannon commented, abruptly changing the topic.

"Well, we could visit the gardens." Meridwyn suggested.

"Yes, we could. That wasn't what I meant, however." Rhiannon said.

"Rhiannon, you mustn't. Your betrothed will throw an absolute fit! You know this." Meridwyn cautioned her.

"Oh, I know. But, this is maddening, Meridwyn — being kept in here. My goodness, we can't even go shopping." Rhiannon huffed.

She walked over to the table and poured a small measure of the Sheriff's brandy into one of the goblets placed beside it.

"Would you like some brandy, dearest?" Rhiannon offered.

"No, thank you. I'm trying to stay away from spirits during my confinement. Yesterday, I imbibed because we were celebrating, and… I'm still not feeling right, truthfully." Meridwyn lamented.

"Yes, I know what you mean. But, a little of it will calm me." Rhiannon said.

"Calm is good, my dear. We must do what we can to keep those pains at bay. I wouldn't recommend imbibing regularly, though. It's just a feeling I have about the effects of it on growing babies, even though it's never been proven." Meridwyn said.

"Yes, I agree. Except for the wine I was administered for treatment by the medicus, I've been avoiding it, too — except yesterday, and now. Some activity would be helpful." Rhiannon mused.

"Well, not too much activity, my dear. Let's not poke the bear." Meridwyn warned.

Rhiannon nodded as she took a sip of the brandy and let the golden liquid warm her. She was not satisfied with sitting around. Reading her books did help, but it wasn't enough. She had to think of some form of exercise to do, or else she'd go mad; and the last thing she wanted was to resent her betrothed for insisting she stay cooped up inside the castle. It was true she was permitted on the grounds, but the autumn air was becoming increasingly chill. It wouldn't be long before it would be far too cold to sit outside in the gardens, reading. She needed her freedom and a definite change of scenery. She was bored beyond measure with the same rooms and gardens every day. The only thing that helped were the people she held dear, surrounding her. Her betrothed, Meridwyn, her brother and Isabelle, even Sir Guy. She couldn't think of anyone of the Sheriff's staff she didn't care for, either; but, how she missed her freedom. She would think on this some more, after she finished the goblet of brandy.

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It was just after midday when Ancel and Mordrid arrived to Hood's former outlaw camp. There was a small group of men stationed about twenty yards north east of the camp.

"Hamon? Are you here?" Ancel called out.

They searched the bunks, then took a walk to Locksley's Larder to see if they could find him, possibly grabbing kill in order to cook. They found nothing. Not even evidence he had been there recently. The wood ash in the fire pit was cold to the touch.

"Curses! Where do you suppose he is?" Mordrid asked.

"I honestly have no idea." Ancel sighed, shaking his head. "He doesn't normally wander off. The last I saw him was yesterday at dawn. It's appearing as if he never came back."

"Well, isn't this a fine state of affairs?" Mordrid sighed. "Now what?"

"We best go and inform Sir Gisborne." Ancel suggested.

Mordrid nodded, and the two men walked to where Gisborne and the handful of men he had with him were stationed.

Guy frowned when he saw them approaching.

"Did you see him?" Gisborne asked. His long brown hair lashed out in the wind that had kicked up.

"Negative, Sir Gisborne. It's looking like he never came back from wherever he went yesterday morning. I last saw him at dawn, and the wood ash in the fire pit is cold." Ancel said. He narrowed his piercing grey eyes in a frown.

"Do you have any idea where he might have went, Ancel?" Guy asked.

"No, Sir. He's never wandered off before." he replied.

"What would you have us do now, Sir Guy?" Mordrid asked.

"Wait a bit longer, see if he comes back. If he's not back by the gloaming you both can come back to the castle. There's no point in you lads freezing your backsides off here overnight if the bloke won't be here, too. I would guess it would be unlikely he'd be making his way in here after sundown. Would I be correct to assume that, Ancel?" Guy asked.

"Yes, I think you're right about that. He would only travel during daylight hours especially since autumn came upon us." Ancel said.

"Then, that's what we'll do." Guy said.

"So much for excitement." Mordrid sighed. "Got a chess board over there, or anything like that?" Mordrid asked Ancel.

"No. But, if you feel like shooting some arrows there's a stuffed fake man attached to a tree. I'm guessing Hood used to use it for target practice. There's also mead. I generally just stick to water, though, to keep my wits about me." Ancel said.

"It's good to keep up with training. When you don't use your muscles, you're useless. That's what one of our men, Nigel always says. And the mead sounds great!" Mordrid grinned.

"No, it does not. Ancel is right. It's best to keep your wits about you, Mordrid." Guy said, firmly.

"Noted, Sir Guy." Mordrid said. He looked downcast.

"At least you can build a fire to keep warm. We're stuck over here, freezing." Gerad sighed.

"You'll survive, I'm sure. It's a good thing I'm here, or you'd build a fire and draw attention. God's nightgown, Gerad!" Gisborne huffed.

"I'm just saying… " Gerad shrugged.

"It's not for too much longer, Gerad. We can retreat at dusk, unless this Hamon character shows up." Luke reminded him.

"You sure you haven't a clue where he is?" Gisborne asked Ancel again.

"Negative, Sir. But, I'll give the matter some thought." Ancel said.

"Hopefully, the thought will come soon." Alex huffed.

Gisborne rolled his steel blue eyes. He looked back to Mordrid and Ancel. "You lads best get back. If he shows up when you're over here, he'll wonder why you're coming from this direction."

The men nodded and went back to camp. They started by doing target practice, at Mordrid's request. Then, they built a fire, during which time Ancel filled Mordrid in on the details of the timeframe he worked at the shipyard so that Mordrid could match it if questioned. Mordrid shared some ideas with Ancel about some embellishments he was planning to add to his fake backstory, to make it more believable to Hamon why he was there with Ancel, should the outlaw return to the camp.

---

It was just turning dusk when Rhiannon and Meridwyn were heading to Madam Oberon's quarters for Lady Rhiannon's wedding gown fitting. As they were walking along the corridor on the second floor, they noticed Isabelle walking toward them.

"Rhiannon, I was just coming to see you." Isabelle said. Her blue eyes twinkled.

"Oh, I see. Is everything alright, Isabelle?" Rhiannon asked.

"It's fine. I just wanted to inquire about your Wardrobe Mistress. I'd like to meet her sometime to ask about a gown to wear to your wedding, my dear." Isabelle smiled.

Ladies Rhiannon and Meridwyn looked to each other and grinned.

"Your timing is impeccable, Sister. We're just on our way to see her now. I'm going to see her for a fitting. Why don't you come with us? I'd love for you to see my wedding gown. We'll get you sorted for a new gown, as well. Unless… you must get back to Robert?" Rhiannon smiled.

"He won't mind. He's quite at ease. That's one of the things I adore about your brother. I should like that very much." Isabelle grinned.

"You're in for a treat, Isabelle. Madam Oberon is a genius. She'll make you a beautiful gown. I think you should go with velvet. It's going to be chill come Martinmas. It always is." Meridwyn sighed.

"Velvet sounds delightful." Isabelle agreed.

Ten minutes later, they were knocking on Madam Oberon's door. In moments, the cheerful, attractive lady with the sing-song quality to her voice was opening the door. She had a measuring tape hanging about her neck, and her soft blue eyes twinkled as she spoke.

"Mes chers! How nice to see you this evening." Madam Oberon greeted them with a merry smile, and her soothing mellifluous voice.

"Bonsoir, Madame. J'aimerais que tu fasses plaisir à ma belle-sœur.." Lady Rhiannon said, completely astonishing Meridwyn and Isabelle.

"Merveilleuse!" Madam Oberon smiled.

"Whatever you said." Meridwyn remarked. "What did you say, anyway?" she asked

"I told her I'd like her to meet my sister in law, and Madam Oberon said that was wonderful." Lady Rhiannon said. She looked to the Seamstress as she gestured to Isabelle. "Madame, this is my sister in law, Lady Isabelle. She is accompanying us, and we'd like to see about a gown for her for the wedding."

"C'est bon! Come in, s'il vous plait." Madam Oberon smiled as she held the door open wider and beckoned them inside.

"I appreciate it if you can possibly fit me in, Madam Oberon. I can always stop by a shop, because I know you're busy with Rhiannon's gown, and probably working on one for Lady Gisborne, as well." Isabelle said.

"Nonsense, Dame Isabelle. I have plenty of time to do that for you. Mademoiselle Rhiannon's gown is almost complete, and Dame Gisborne's gown is finished. She received it this afternoon. Avec plaisir!" Madam Oberon smiled.

"Pardon, Madam?" Isabelle asked.

"Oui. Forgive me. It is my pleasure." Madam Oberon said.

"I'm delighted. Thank you, Madam." Isabelle smiled.

"Indeed. Now, come into the salon, mes chers. We have much to do. First, we must fit Mademoiselle Rhiannon, and then I must take your measurements, Dame Isabelle. You also must choose the fabric you would like. I have many wonderful new ones for the autumn and winter seasons." Madam Oberon said as she gestured to a sofa for Ladies Meridwyn and Isabelle.

The ladies took their seats, and Madam Oberon escorted Rhiannon to a separate room in her quarters, designated as a dressing room where she already had the wedding gown waiting. She directed Rhiannon to go inside and she waited outside of the door.

Moments later, Rhiannon emerged, looking like a heavenly angel and a queen all at once.

"Oh, Rhiannon! My! You look stunning, my dear." Isabelle exclaimed as she pulled a linen handkerchief from her gown pocket and dabbed the tears from the corners of her misty blue eyes.

"Oh, honey. Now, that is you. It's beautiful!" Meridwyn smiled as she, too, wiped a tear from her eye.

Rhiannon smiled back at them and walked over to the full length mirror. She also found her eyes became misty, because her vision blurred through a tear or two as she admired the exquisite craftsmanship of the gown.

"Oh, Madame Oberon! Je suis sans voix. C'est beau au-delà des mots. Merci beaucoup!" Rhiannon exclaimed.

"Vous êtes le bienvenu, Mademoiselle Rhiannon." Madam Oberon smiled.

"Come again, Rhi?" Lady Meridwyn asked, bewildered. "You mind enlightening us on what was just said?"

Lady Isabelle was stunned at her sister in law with her grasp of the French language.

"I told her I was speechless, that it is beautiful beyond words, and thanked her. Madam Oberon said I was most welcome." Rhiannon said.

"Oui. That is correct, mon cher." Madam Oberon agreed.

"How in the devil have you learned so much?" Meridwyn asked her friend, incredulously.

"Books. And speaking with Madam Oberon." Rhiannon shrugged.

"You're doing a fine job of it, mon cher. Très bien! Now, that fabric is pulling at your bosom, Mademoiselle. We must work on that. I might have to let it out a bit." Madam Oberon said as she walked closer to inspect.

"It does feel a little snug there." Rhiannon agreed.

Madam Oberon grabbed the measuring tape that was hanging about her neck.

"I need you to just slip out of the bodice, mon cher. I need to measure you again. Are you wearing your chemise underneath?" Madam Oberon asked.

"Yes, Madame. I am." Rhiannon nodded.

"Parfaite! Do you mind my measuring you out here, then?" the Seamstress asked.

"Not at all." Rhiannon said.

She shimmied out of the bodice and raised her arms to allow her Wardrobe Mistress access for measuring.

"Oui. Just as I thought, Mademoiselle. I must let the bodice out a bit to fit you better. Not unusual, given your condition, mon cher." Madam Oberon said.

"Yes, I have grown there a bit." Rhiannon sighed. "You can do that without ruining it?" she asked.

"Of course, Mademoiselle. Ce n'est pas un problème." Madam Oberon reassured her.

"Well, that's a relief." Rhiannon sighed, happily.

"Also, I can make this even more regal looking by adding a special train that fastens on the top of the bodice at your back. It's called a Watteau train. Would you like to see it? It's chiffon, and the same exact hue as your gown, which will work very well with the silk skirt. Would you like to see it, mon cher?" Madam Oberon suggested.

"Hmm." Rhiannon thought as she narrowed her misty green eyes.

"Do it, Rhiannon. It sounds glorious!" Lady Meridwyn exclaimed.

"Yes, Sister. Please, try it. It sounds divine." Lady Isabelle smiled.

"Very well. I guess it couldn't hurt to see how it looks?" Rhiannon said as she placed her arms through the sleeves again and pulled the bodice back up to cover her white shift.

Madam Oberon nodded and went to the room that she used as a dressing room. She emerged moments later with the chiffon train.

She asked Rhiannon to turn her back to her and she pinned it to the top of the bodice. Rhiannon watched in the mirror as she did so, and was stunned at the transformation to the gown. She turned around to show Meridwyn and Isabelle.

"I love it!" Meridwyn exclaimed.

"Oh, my! It's positively dreamy, indeed!l Isabelle squealed with delight.

"I agree. It's perfect, Madame Oberon." Rhiannon smiled. "You may sew it on. I love it."

"Très bien! I'm pleased with how the rest of the gown fits, but I will fix the bodice, Mademoiselle Rhiannon. You may change into your own gown now." Madam Oberon said.

"Oui, Madame." Rhiannon replied. She went back into the dressing room to change out of it.

Madam Oberon turned to address Isabelle.

"Now, Dame Isabelle. What sort of fabric do you have in mind?" the Seamstress asked.

"Do you have velvet available?" Isabelle asked.

"Indeed, I do. Many lovely colours for autumn, too." Madam Oberon smiled.

"Grand! I should like to see them." Isabelle smiled.

Madam Oberon brought several bolts of velvet fabric to Isabelle in an array of colours. Isabelle was overwhelmed when she saw them. They were quite rich in colour and texture. Just then, Rhiannon came out of the dressing room and walked over to them. Meridwyn was beside Isabelle as they were looking at the fabrics.

"Can I offer you ladies a cup of tea? I also have some pastries if you'd like." Madam Oberon offered.

"That would be lovely, Madame. Isabelle will need a little time to choose a colour, I'm sure." Rhiannon said.

"That would be grand. Thank you, Madam Oberon." Meridwyn said.

"Yes, thank you!" Isabelle agreed.

Madam Oberon smiled, then stepped away from the ladies to enter into another room to bring the tea and pastries for them.

"What do you think, Isabelle? Are any catching your eye?" Rhiannon asked.

"Oh, too many! I should like this one, and this one, that one… oh, but, look at this!" Isabelle exclaimed as she pointed to the four that got her attention.

"I'm not sure about that rust coloured one, though, Isabelle." Meridwyn remarked. She unravelled it some and held the fabric she pulled loose close to Isabelle's face. "I don't think it compliments your skin tone and hair colour as well as the other three." she turned to Rhiannon. "What do you think, Rhiannon?"

"Yes, I tend to agree. I think any of the other colours would suit you best." Rhiannon nodded as she looked to her sister in law.

"Either way, I fear your brother might drop to the floor, dearest." Isabelle said to Rhiannon. "In the time we've known each other, he has never seen me dressed in fabric as divine as these." Isabelle smiled.

"You always look lovely, Isabelle. There's nothing wrong with your gowns." Meridwyn reassured her.

"Perhaps, but they're definitely not the quality that Madam Oberon has crafted for you ladies, for certain." Isabelle said.

"You make him happy, Isabelle. For that, you deserve to be spoiled whether he approves of the gown or not." Rhiannon winked.

"I'll tell you more about that sometime, my dear." Isabelle hinted.

Rhiannon regarded her with her eyebrow raised, curiously.

The ladies chatted for several minutes more. At least close to a quarter of an hour. Meridwyn had just commented that she wondered if Madam Oberon needed assistance, when the Seamstress appeared, carrying a tray. She was also holding a notebook of sorts under the tray. She set the tray on a table in the room, away from where the fabrics were spread out. The notebook was moved from underneath it. She poured tea into three cups and invited the ladies to take them. Then, she grabbed her notebook holding it in her arm.

"What have you got there, Madame?" Rhiannon asked, nodding to the notebook.

"Forgive me for taking extra time to bring the tea, mes chers. While I was brewing the tea, I took a moment to sketch a few ideas I have for Dame Isabelle's gown." Madam Oberon smiled.

"Oh! We would love to see them, Madam Oberon!" Meridwyn exclaimed, excitedly.

"Indeed. It would be lovely to see your creative process, Madame." Rhiannon said as she sipped the hot tea, letting it warm her.

"Absolutely!" Isabelle agreed.

"Très bien!" Madam Oberon smiled. She opened the notebook, in which she'd covered the first few pages with beautiful sketches done in charcoal medium of various styles of gowns. "What do you think, mes chers?" she asked them.

"Oh my! They are all incredible, and the artwork is beautifully done, as well!" Isabelle exclaimed.

"Indeed. I'm speechless!" Meridwyn agreed.

"Ils sont tous exquis, Madame!" Rhiannon said.

"Come again, honey?" Meridwyn asked her friend. She sighed.

"She told me they were all exquisite, mon cher." the Seamstress said. She turned to Rhiannon and added, "Votre accent s'améliore, Mademoiselle Rhiannon." she smiled.

"Merci, Madame." Rhiannon said.

"Indeed. They are exquisite." Isabelle said.

"Let's start with your choice of fabric colour, Dame Isabelle. I always keep in mind a lady's colouring of skin, hair, and eyes. That helps to determine the gown colours. Her size and shape determines the cut. Next, I consider personality to guide me in the style." Madam Oberon explained.

"Fascinating!" Isabelle smiled.

"Indeed. This is interesting. We all want to look our best for our men, as well as for ourselves, Madame Oberon." Rhiannon remarked.

"I should like to learn more about this." Meridwyn added.

Ladies Rhiannon and Isabelle agreed.

"How does this work, Madame Oberon? Can you explain to us your thoughts on a choice of colour for my sister in law? Given the indicators you just spoke of?" Rhiannon asked.

"Oui." the Seamstress replied. She turned to Isabelle. "Taking into account your colouring, with your golden hair and blue eyes, these are the colours that would work best to enhance your eyes: Anything in basic neutrals, lighter shades of green, every shade of pink, and a deep, rich blue." she said.

"That is incredible. You put so much thought into this, Madame." Rhiannon smiled.

"Indeed, my dear. That is why she is the best." Meridwyn said.

"No argument here!" Isabelle agreed. "But, wouldn't shades of pink look strange with my hair?"

"Non. Not at all, mon cher." Madam Oberon said.

"Oh. That's surprising. I often avoid wearing pinks." Isabelle admitted.

"So, of these choices here, Madam, would you cancel out the emerald green one?" Meridwyn asked. "I'm just curious." she added.

"Oui. It wouldn't look mauvaise, but, of these colours it wouldn't be as effective." Madam Oberon said.

"It wouldn't look… what, Madam?" Meridwyn asked.

"Bad." Rhiannon replied for her.

"Oui, Mademoiselle." Madam Oberon nodded.

"That's fine. I can accept that." Isabelle said. "So, of the two left, which do you think would bring out my eyes better?" she asked as she took a sip of the tea.

"Both would be lovely, mon cher. It's really a matter of taste. It's down to your preference of the two." the Seamstress smiled.

"I am still deciding." Isabelle said.

"That's fine, mon cher. You think on that. There's some things we can do in the meantime. What about the gown designs, Dame Isabelle?" Madam Oberon asked.

"They are all lovely. There's a couple I'm not sure if I could pull off, though. Like the sweetheart neckline in the second sketch, for instance. I've never worn anything like that before." Isabelle admitted.

"I'm sure it would look lovely on you, Sister, but you should feel comfortable in your gown, as well." Rhiannon pointed out.

"Oui. That is key, Mademoiselle Rhiannon. A lady will never look her best if she doesn't feel at ease in what she is wearing." Madam Oberon said.

"Indeed. When a lady is tugging away at certain areas of her gown it becomes noticeable. You can always tell when one isn't comfortable in the gown they're wearing." Meridwyn said while she sipped of the tea from her cup.

Isabelle flipped through the pages in the notebook. There were four designs that the Seamstress had quickly sketched. She took a few moments, studying each page. She returned to the second drawing.

"I keep going back to this one, Madam Oberon, but, as I said, the neckline is a bit off for me." Isabelle said.

"I understand how some design elements in a sketch don't translate very well. Alright. Une moment, mon cher." Madam Oberon nodded as she took the notebook from Isabelle.

She pulled a thin piece of charcoal from her gown pocket. She opened the notebook to the fifth page which was untouched, and quickly sketched another drawing in front of the ladies while holding the notebook in her left hand.

"Now, mon cher. I took the concept of the same gown, and just changed the neckline. It is less revealing, cut a tiny bit higher on the décolleté, yet straight across, rather than a sweetheart style." the Seamstress said as she passed the notebook back to Isabelle.

"This is it! It's perfect, Madam Oberon." Isabelle smiled.

Ladies Rhiannon and Meridwyn agreed.

"Merveilleuse! Alright, mon cher, come with me. I shall have you remove your gown, but you may leave your chemise on. Then, we will take your measurements." Madam Oberon said.

Sometime later, after the measurements were taken and Isabelle was again dressed in her gown, she met with the ladies back in the sitting room of Madam Oberon's quarters.

"Have you given any more thought to the colour, mon cher?" Madam Oberon asked.

"Will either of those clash with what Meridwyn will be wearing? Or draw attention away from my sister in law? I wouldn't like that." Isabelle said, pointing to the two bolts of velvet fabrics left to choose from.

"No, not at all." Madam Oberon replied.

"Either of those colours will be perfect." Meridwyn said.

"Indeed." Rhiannon agreed. "You will not clash at all with our gowns, I'm sure. Even though I haven't seen Meridwyn's gown." Rhiannon said.

"She will not." Meridwyn said. "Either option will be grand." Meridwyn smiled.

Madam Oberon began to unroll both bolts so there was a good yard of each hanging loose. She directed Isabelle to stand by the mirror, and the other two ladies followed along with the Seamstress.

Madam Oberon placed one bolt on a table near to where the mirror stood. Then, she brought the other over to Isabelle and held the loose end of the velvet close to Isabelle's face.

"It's lovely." Rhiannon remarked with a smile.

"Yes, look how it enhances your eyes, Isabelle." Meridwyn said.

"Indeed." Madam Oberon agreed.

"Beautiful!" Isabelle smiled.

"Now, wait for it, ladies." Madam Oberon winked.

Arianna Oberon knew a little something about colours and fashion. She took the bolt of fabric she was holding to the table, and exchanged it for the other one lying in wait. She brought the second choice over and did the same as she did with the first, holding the loose end close to Isabelle's face.

"Oh, my God! Look at the difference. Your eyes are so blue they look painted, for heaven's sake!" Meridwyn exclaimed in awe.

"She's right, Sister!" Rhiannon remarked excitedly to Isabelle. "It really makes your eyes pop. I cannot believe the difference!"

"My eyes have never looked so vivid blue before." Isabelle said. "Robert would just perish!" she turned to the Seamstress. "I love it, Madam Oberon. It's amazing, but… I cannot be the center of attention on the occasion of Rhiannon's wedding."

"My dear sister, it will be fine. I promise you." Rhiannon smiled.

"Indeed. You deserve it, Isabelle. We shall all look grand; and every lady there will be green with envy that we are wearing beautiful gowns made by the best Seamstress in Nottingham!" Meridwyn exclaimed as she took a bite of the delicious pastry the Seamstress had brought to them.

"Alright. If all of you are in agreement, then I will concede. Let's go with this one, then." Isabelle smiled as she sipped at her tea.

"Fantastique! A perfect choice, mon cher! I shall begin cutting the pieces this night. I'll work on it on the morrow after I begin the alteration of Mademoiselle Rhiannon's gown in the morning." Madam Oberon smiled.

"Perfect!" Isabelle grinned. "What about payment, Madam Oberon? Should I take care of that now, or when the gown is completed? Or, perhaps during a fitting?" Isabelle asked.

"Don't you worry about that, mon cher. Mon Seigneur Sheriff pays me very well. So does Sir Gisborne. Better than I ever amassed before coming to this castle to serve Mademoiselle Rhiannon and Dame Meridwyn. I get bored when I haven't a gown to work on. Avec plaisir to serve you, as well." Madam Oberon smiled.

"Oh, my! I am… stunned. And most grateful, Madam Oberon. Thank you very much." Isabelle smiled.

"Vous êtes le bienvenu, Dame Isabelle." Madam Oberon said. She sighed when Isabelle looked at her in bewilderment. "Forgive me. You are most welcome, mon cher." she smiled.

"I can't believe I'm so excited about another lady's gown, but I can't wait to see it. Indeed, I look forward to seeing both of you in your gowns on that day." Meridwyn said.

"From the looks of it, I think all of our men will be in danger of falling over. I hope George invited his physician. Our men may need tending to!" Rhiannon chuckled.

"Indeed!" Isabelle giggled with glee.

"So, What will you do about your hair? Your complexions? I can help you with that." Madam Oberon smiled as her soft blue eyes twinkled.

The ladies just looked at her, all of them speechless.

"For instance, what will you do about your hair on your wedding day, Mademoiselle Rhiannon? Do you want a veil? Flowers?"

"Oh! Well, I'll be wearing it up, and there will be roses among other things." Rhiannon hinted.

"Like what other things, Rhi?" Meridwyn asked with a curious quirk of her eyebrow.

"Diamond combs!" Rhiannon grinned.

"Stunning! He's going to weaken at the knees when he sees you, my dear. I may faint, myself." Isabelle smiled.

"You had better not, Isabelle." Rhiannon teased.

"What do you mean about our complexions, Madam Oberon? Like, rubbing lemons and honey on our faces, and staining our cheeks and lips with red wine? That's all I know of, besides rinsing my hair in water steeped of lilies and mountain heather." Meridwyn asked with a shrug.

"Mon cher, there is so much more we can do! I make a mixture of soot with beeswax and a tiny drop of oil. It's applied to the lashes with a small brush. You wouldn't believe the transformation. I have a better solution for stainng lips that will last longer, and a creamier cheek stain which can also be applied to the eyelids." Madam Oberon explained.

"Wait… what?" Lady Rhiannon asked, in awe.

"Oh, my!" Lady Isabelle gasped.

"Are you serious just now, Madam?" Lady Meridwyn asked, her blue eyes widened in disbelief.

"Oui. Mort sérieux. Do not fret. It will look beau et naturel." Madam Oberon said. She sighed. "Forgive me. It will be beautiful and natural."

"I'd dearly love to see this." Meridwyn said.

"How exciting!" Isabelle remarked, gleefully.

"Show me. Right here and now. Use me. I must see this before I commit to it on my wedding day, Madame. You understand?" Rhiannon said, firmly.

"Bien. Give me un moment to grab my supplies." Madam Oberon nodded.

She excused herself from them, instructing them to be seated. The ladies drank some more of their tea and nibbled on their pastries as they wondered aloud what they were about to see. Madam Oberon returned a few minutes later with a small basket containing tiny jars, a couple of small brushes, and a hairbrush.

Madam Oberon instructed Rhiannon to place her cup on the table and sit still. She opened one of the small jars, then took a small brush, dipped it into the jar, then applied it to Rhiannon's cheek. Then, she used her fingers to blend it.

"Now, this stain can be used three ways, if you wish. All of you have the right colour eyes for this. It can also be used to colour the eyelids. Truthfully, the colour looks well on all eye colours, but it very much makes the eyes stand out more if they are green, blue, hazel, or grey." Madam Oberon explained. She noticed their curious expressions then quietly cleared her throat. "Always apply to the cheek and eyelids first, before your lips. Be sure to clean your hands before and after applying. So, you take a little of the stain and touch it to the lid, then you blend it with a finger over the lid, like this." she said as she demonstrated. "Do not use your index finger, mes chers. It can pull on the skin too much. Try to use your fourth, or fifth finger. Ideally, the fifth. When too much pressure is used, as with the index finger, it can create wrinkles." she added.

Next, she applied it to the lips. Just lightly, so there was a hint of colour rather than being overdone.

"Bien. Now that that's out of the way, we can darken the lashes." Madam Oberon said.

Madam Oberon directed Rhiannon to close her eyes. She opened another small jar and swirled a different small brush in it and began applying it to the lady's lashes as she spoke.

"This requires a light touch and precision. You just put a small amount on the brush and carefully apply over the lashes… like this, and try not to touch it to the skin." she said as she showed them how it's done.

"Oh, my. Look at the difference already!" Isabelle remarked, excitedly.

"Indeed. C'est beau. Bien, Mademoiselle Rhiannon. You may open your eyes and look in the mirror now." Madam Oberon said.

Lady Rhiannon opened her eyes, as Meridwyn and Isabelle gasped at the change in her appearance. She arose from her seat and walked to the mirror, moving closer to better see her face.

"Oh, my goodness, Madame! I was concerned I'd look like one of the ladies at the brothel, but… this is lovely!" Rhiannon smiled. Her aqua green eyes twinkled, merrily.

She turned back to face her sisters in law and walked closer to them so they could see better.

"Talk about making eyes pop! This is some kind of sorcery, Rhi. Amazing!" Meridwyn exclaimed.

"I can't believe the difference! It's astonishing, really." Isabelle said, shaking her head in amazement.

"The point is to enhance your features, mes chers, rather than overdoing it like some women at the brothel would. You want to look rosy and fresh, not painted." Madam Oberon explained. She smiled.

"Indeed. I don't know if I could apply them as deftly as you do, though, Madame Oberon. Could you possibly assist us on my wedding day?" Rhiannon asked.

"Tout à fait. Avec plaisir!" Madam Oberon smiled.

"Merveilleuse! Merci beaucoup!" Rhiannon exclaimed. She returned a smile of gratitude.

"I take it that's a 'yes', then?" Meridwyn sighed.

"Indeed." Madam Oberon nodded. "How about we dress all of you here in my quarters? I will apply these added touches to your faces, your eyes, we'll fix your hair, and after that I shall dress you."

"Perfect!" Rhiannon said.

"I love that idea." Meridwyn agreed.

"Oh, this shall be such fun! Should we have Rhiannon's flowers for her hair delivered here to your rooms, then?" Isabelle asked.

"Most definitely, mon cher." Madam Oberon smiled.

"Merci, Madame. I appreciate that very much. I'm not going to wipe this off my face with my handkerchief just now, either. I'd like to see if my betrothed notices anything different." Rhiannon grinned.

"He might do!" Meridwyn giggled. She cleared her throat, then turned to the Seamstress. "Can you share what you use in the cheek, eye, and lip stain?"

"Oui. I make different ones using dried and ground safflowers, angelica leaves, and Brazilwood chips soaked in rosewater and then dried. They are all ground into a powder. I add a tiny amount of beeswax to them. It tends to blend better if you use a light touch. Another method is to mix a small measure of red wine with beeswax or suet to create a paste." Madam Oberon explained, expertly.

"Extraordinary!" Meridwyn said.

"Indeed, Meridwyn. I can't believe it." Rhiannon said as she walked back to the mirror to take another look upon her reflection. "I can't believe that is me I'm looking at." she sighed, happily.

"I'm pleased you like it, mon cher." the Seamstress smiled.

"Madam Oberon, I've also heard of ladies rubbing a cut lemon on their lips to darken them. Have you ever tried that?" Isabelle inquired, curiously.

"Many years ago, oui. It's just not as effective. It's the tingling that causes them to darken. It never lasts, and it can dry the lips." Madam Oberon explained.

"Oh, I see." Isabelle nodded.

"You're an absolute wizard, Madame. You know how to dress a lady, and certainly make her feel at her best." Rhiannon smiled.

"Avec plaisir, Mademoiselle." Madam Oberon smiled back. "I also have means to make your hair shine." she hinted.

"Amazing!" Rhiannon exclaimed.

"Would you like to see how we achieve it?" Madam Oberon asked.

"Yes, very much!" Rhiannon smiled.

"Oui. I have a small vial here containing sunflower and rose petal oils." she said as she rummaged through the small basket.

Madam Oberon took the vial, opened it and sprinkled a couple of drops in her hand. She rubbed her hands together then approached Rhiannon and ran her hands through her sable tresses. Next she took the hairbrush and brushed it through.

"Oui. That's all it takes, Mademoiselle. You may look in the mirror now." Madam Oberon said.

"It's incredible, my dear. Wait until you see it!" Isabelle exclaimed, effusively.

"What a difference!" Meridwyn agreed.

Rhiannon looked in the mirror and was amazed. Her natural golden and crimson highlights were accentuated by the oil. Her hair reflected light from the torches ensconced on the walls, and the candles that were burning in various candelabrum that were placed throughout the room, on tables and the mantle over the fireplace. The subtle shine added by the oil made the light dance on her sable tresses.

"It's astonishing! I've never seen my hair shine like this ever in my life!" Rhiannon exclaimed. "I love it." she added.

"Would that work on curly hair, too, Madam Oberon? Like, this mess?" Meridwyn asked as she pointed to her curly locks.

"Oui. It would enhance any lady's hair, mon cher." Madam Oberon smiled.

"Isabelle is right. We shall have such fun readying ourselves for your wedding, my dear. I'm looking forward to it." Meridwyn said to Rhiannon.

"Me, too. I'm looking forward to everything about that day. Spending time with all of you lovely ladies, getting ready for it. And seeing George's reaction to my gown, and being his lady wife." Rhiannon sighed happily.

Indeed, this meeting renewed her excitement for it. She loved him so, and did look forward to their future together. What made it even greater was that her dear brother was alive, and he was living right here in this castle with his lovely lady wife. She couldn't have asked for better for Robert if she chose Isabelle for him, herself. She was pleased that everyone she held dear would be there to share it with her. And then, she had a tingle of excitement wondering how her betrothed would react this night when he beheld her face. Would he even notice? She was impatient to find out.

---

A couple of hours past dusk, sometime after the Sheriff had spoken to the Scribe with instructions of having an area of the balcony readied for dining, and to notify Lady Rhiannon, and Robert and Isabelle of it; the Sheriff greeted his men in the Council Quarters. This time, Guy and Duke Farnsworth brought Mordrid and Ancel with them for their evening report.

"Right. I'm guessing Homely Hamon was nowhere to be found?" the Sheriff said with a sigh. He folded his arms, tapping his shiny black leather boot impatiently as he waited to hear more.

"Yes, That is correct, Cousin." Guy said.

"It appeared he never came back from wherever he wandered off to yesterday morning, Milord. The wood ash in the fire pit was cold. No evidence he'd been there at all." Ancel said with a shrug.

"I told them there was no point staying there, waiting. I thought it would be better they return here with us this night. Best to get a good night's sleep and we'll try again tomorrow." Guy explained.

"Agreed. There's no point in you lads freezing in the bleeding forest for no reason." the Sheriff said as he looked to Mordrid and Ancel. Next, he turned and addressed his Lieutenant. "Normally, I'd send you back, but there's no use in returning. You'd take them to the forest, in the dark. You can't see a foot in front of you in there, so you would need torches. The last thing we need is for a tree to catch fire. That forest is much too close for comfort in the event of a forest fire." the Sheriff frowned.

"Cousin?" Gisborne asked.

"The opportunity was lost. You blew it, Gis." the Sheriff said, simply.

A few years ago, Gisborne would have feared the reaction of his cousin's disappointment. But, they've come a long way since then. Now, his cousin spoke with logic. Still, Guy was wishing he'd chosen different tactics in the afternoon.

"In fairness, I was also leading a team on a separate search from Sir Gisborne, my Lord." Duke Farnsworth said.

"Yes, but your team was also in the forest." the Sheriff said with his eyebrow quirked.

"The forest is a very big place, my Lord." the Duke pointed out

"Indeed. No need to remind me of that. And nobody would be fool enough to wander about it solo. Not even him." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"Indeed, my Lord." Duke Farnsworth conceded.

"Any ideas where he could possibly be, Ancel?" the Sheriff asked his newest member of the Black Knights.

"Negative, my Lord. There's only one place that has come to mind, but I'm not exactly certain." Ancel replied.

"And what place would that be?" Nottingham asked with his left eyebrow quirked, curiously.

"He may have went to check out the abandoned manor I took him to two days ago. The place I led him to, and pretended it was your lady's manor." Ancel said. "I don't know for certain, it's only a hunch." he added.

"Splendid." the Sheriff sighed.

"James was told this morning of your instructions, Milord. There's nothing from the outside to give away to the outlaw that the manor belongs to your lady." the Captain said as he attempted to reassure the Sheriff.

"That may be, but we must find him. He's planning to kill two women, and one of those ladies is mine. Zeus knows what else he'll get up to if we don't stop him." the Sheriff huffed. "Check on the abandoned manor first thing in the morning."

"Very well." Guy agreed.

The Duke nodded in agreement.

"You can send some men into the forest, but most of you stick to the Village." the Sheriff instructed his two top men. Then, he looked to Ancel. "Unless, you think he might have ventured back to Portsmouth?"

"I doubt it, Milord. He knows you can find him there. If he went anywhere outside of Nottingham it wouldn't be in the direction of Portsmouth. I tend to think he's hiding out, somewhere nearby. He still has a plan to execute, and he hasn't noticed my absence yet." Ancel explained.

"Yes, everything you said makes sense. This is the one of the reasons I hired you." the Sheriff said.

"Shall Ancel and I still carry on like we're long lost mates should we see him, Milord? Before we apprehend him, of course." Mordrid asked.

"Yes. I think that's best. This is Ancel's first mission. Normally I wouldn't send a new member of the militia out on one, but Ancel has good insight into this man and his motives." Nottingham said.

"Very well." Mordrid nodded.

"Did you bring your horse back here, Ancel?" the Sheriff asked.

"Yes, my Lord." Ancel nodded.

"Good. You are all free to go. Ancel, you will stay in the same rooms you were in last night, but you shall be treated as one of us now. Your door shall not be bolted and guarded. You are free to move about until you retire for the night." the Sheriff said.

"Thank you, Milord. I appreciate that." Ancel nodded.

Now that the men had further instructions, they departed on their way for the night.

---

Nottingham paused a few moments to make brief notes of the report that was just given. Normally, his Scribe took notes, but he had been sent to meet with Jean Louis and the kitchen staff, servants, and to get the Page to inform the Sheriff's lady, and his future in-laws about a late dinner on the balcony.

Nottingham was keenly aware how challenging this was for Rhiannon to keep her confined to the property of the castle. He couldn't tell anyone the reason why, because who would possibly understand? Until that stumpy bloke was caught, he didn't want Rhiannon anywhere outside of the portcullis. Ancel confirmed that Mortianna's vision was correct. The Sheriff couldn't let anyone know that his reason for keeping her confined was because he was relying on the advice of his Counsel — a Witch and Druidic Prophet, based on a vision.

He was just finishing his notes on tonight's report from his top men, then going over notes from the last Town Council meeting, when the sentry outside the door opened it and announced Robert's arrival.

The Sheriff stood. He nodded, and gestured for the guard to show him inside.

"I wasn't expecting to see you until we dine with our ladies, Robert." the Sheriff said as he walked closer to greet him.

"Yes. That's what I was hoping to catch you about. I appreciate the invite and would like to attend. But, I'm wondering if we should leave you two alone tonight?" Robert said.

"Am I missing something? Why should my lady and I be left alone?" the Sheriff asked as his left eyebrow shot north, curiously.

"It was Isabelle who suggested it. She was with Rhiannon a couple of hours ago at my sister's wedding gown fitting, along with Lady Gisborne. Apparently, they had quite a time there." Robert smiled.

"Oh, they imbibed again?" the Sheriff chuckled.

"No. Not at all. There was tea and sweets; your betrothed was speaking fluent French to the Seamstress; my sister was fitted; my wife is getting a new gown made; and Madam Oberon showed them a few beauty tricks, or some such thing." Robert summarized for him.

"Well, I suppose that sounds like a grand time for them, but what does any of that have to do with me needing to be alone with my lady tonight? I'm just curious." the Sheriff pressed him.

"I will repeat what my lady wife said, Nottingham — verbatim: "Dinner? Tonight? He'll want to seduce her when he sees her, instead." So, I asked her why." Robert hinted.

"And?"

"Apparently, Rhiannon was the model for the live beautification demonstration." Robert grinned.

The Sheriff smiled, because he knew that social outing was just what his lady needed. He knew she enjoyed primping and feeling her best, just as much as she craved activity and adventure. He hoped the change in scenery of the balcony view would be a nice change for her, as well. He was also quite proud to hear how well she was doing, speaking French.

"I see. Well, I'm sure I can control myself, Robert. I'm too concerned with the idea of her pains returning, to be quite frank." Nottingham admitted.

"Understood. I'm just saying that my wife says that Rhiannon is looking quite a vision at the moment. I'm not sure what exactly this Madam Oberon woman did to my sister but, allegedly, it's quite astonishing." Robert winked.

"Alright. I'll consider this a warning, then. You're both still welcome to attend. I think it will be good for Rhiannon. She missed your company for quite awhile before we brought Lady Isabelle back." the Sheriff pointed out.

"Very well. We shall be pleased to attend. Thank you. I just wanted to run this by you first, before we just show up." Robert nodded.

"I appreciate that, but I assure you, it will be just fine." Nottingham chuckled.

---

An hour later, Rhiannon was heading toward the door of the den. She was fastening her black velvet cape about her as she started to walk through the corridor on her way to the balcony. She wasn't sure why they'd be dining on the balcony since they were well into the autumn season, but she hoped the torches and the candles would provide some warmth. She often felt rather chill of late.

Some minutes later, she was reaching to open one of the doors to lead her out to the balcony, when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"I've got it, my angel." the Sheriff said. He moved ahead of her and opened the door for her.

He offered his arm to her and escorted her to the table, pulling the chair out for her. She took a seat, and then he seated himself across from her. He looked up.

Nottingham's pupils dilated in appreciation of the vision before him. Her face was glowing. Her eyelids, cheeks and lips were tinted; her lashes were somehow darkened; and her hair was so shiny it reflected waves of light from the myriad torches blazing, ensconced on the castle walls beside them, and the candles placed on the table. The Sheriff sighed. He didn't notice this when he held the door for her, because there wasn't enough light there to truly see the transformation in her. He was stunned. Perhaps he should have listened to the sage advice that came from his future in-laws?

He couldn't let her know he was warned of this. Inviting Robert and Isabelle was unknown to her, so he had to act even more surprised than he genuinely was.

"My lady. You look ravishing. How did you — "

"I had a little help from Madam Oberon." Rhiannon smiled. "My sisters and I visited her earlier. I was being fitted, and Isabelle had a gown designed for her. We chose the fabric with her, and she was measured for it. After that, Madam Oberon shared some of her beauty secrets." she explained.

"You've always been naturally beautiful, my lady. But, I'm sure I shall be hard pressed to take my eyes off of you." he said with a salacious grin.

Rhiannon blushed. She was happy he noticed the change in her appearance. It sealed the deal for wedding day preparations with her Wardrobe Mistress — and Beauty Expert, as it turns out.

"I'm quite pleased you approve, George… since — "

She was interrupted by the sentry who appeared suddenly, announcing the arrival of their dinner guests.

"Wait… we have guests?" Rhiannon asked as she quirked her eyebrow over her soft green eyes.

"You shall see, my lady." he smiled. He stood from his seat and walked over to greet Robert and Isabelle.

Rhiannon sighed. She was happy to see Isabelle, but still rather perturbed with her brother. She was still annoyed at him for his recent, ridiculously elaborate lie over Isabelle's whereabouts, and that he involved her betrothed in it.

"Ah! There you are — my frustrated thespian brother." Rhiannon greeted him with her green eyes narrowed at him.

The Sheriff looked downcast and covered his mouth to conceal a chortle.

"Its nice to see you, too, Sis." Robert quipped.

The Sheriff showed them to their seats. Ladies Rhiannon and Isabelle sat beside each other. Both ladies were seated directly across from their men.

Rhiannon looked to her left at Isabelle. "I'm just teasing him, Isabelle. It was quite an elaborate tale he spun to explain your absence." a beat. "By the way, how are you feeling, anyway? No strange cough, or rash, or fever, or something… I hope?" Rhiannon asked, genuinely curious.

The Sheriff exchanged knowing glances with Robert. They both endeavoured to avert eye contact with Isabelle just then.

"I am grand, dearest. Healthy as a horse. You mustn't fret. We've talked about this." Isabelle reminded her.

"If you say so. I'll probably keep asking for some time, though." Rhiannon said.

"Yes. Quite." Isabelle said. She cast a knowing glance to her husband and the Sheriff. She side eyed Rhiannon while facing them.

Just then, the chef, Jean Louis, arrived before them to personally greet them and explain the menu.

"Bonsoir, mon Seigneur Sheriff. Mademoiselle Rhiannon." Jean Louis said cheerfully.

"Good even, Jean Louis." the Sheriff nodded.

"Bonsoir, Jean Louis. Mon frère et ma belle-sœur se joindront à nous." Rhiannon said.

"Bien fait, Mademoiselle Rhiannon! Ton accent est meilleur." the chef smiled.

"J'y ai travaillé. Merci." Rhiannon nodded. She gestured toward Robert and Isabelle. "This is my brother, Robert, and his lady wife, Isabelle."

"A pleasure, indeed." Jean Louis said to the Wordsworths.

The Sheriff stared at Rhiannon in amazement at how far she'd come, speaking French with ease. Her brother and sister in law were impressed with her, as well.

"Well done, my lady." the Sheriff smiled proudly at Rhiannon.

Rhiannon smiled back at him, with a nod of her head.

Next, he directed his attention to his chef. "What have you prepared this evening?" the Sheriff asked.

"Tonight, we begin with a small portion of veal stew in a delicious red wine base, served with fresh bread. Next, there is slow roasted pheasant stuffed with onions, buttered breadcrumbs, parsley, and sage, and served with steamed vegetables. For dessert, we have the usual figs, dates, and fruits, with the addition of custard tarts." Jean Louis proudly announced.

"Sounds very satisfying, indeed." the Sheriff said.

"Delightful!" Rhiannon added.

Isabelle licked her lips, surreptitiously.

Two servants appeared at the doors, carrying flagons of wine. Jean Louis beckoned for them to come forward, and the servants dutifully poured the wine.

"We shall return in a few moments to serve the stew, mon Seigneur Sheriff." Jean Louis nodded before he turned to leave them.

After he left, they began to sip of their wine.

"Isn't this a nice change of scenery?" Robert commented.

"Indeed, it is, Brother. Although, it is rather chill." Rhiannon said as she pulled her cape closer about her.

"I'm finding it quite comfortable with the torches burning, and the warmth coming from the candles, myself." Isabelle said as she sipped of her wine.

"It's just me, Isabelle. I've been noticing the cold more of late. Master Crumwell tells me this happens to some ladies." Rhiannon said while taking a sip of the wine.

"In fairness, you've always felt the cold more readily than others, Rhiannon." Robert pointed out.

"What's this about feeling cold?" Jean Louis spoke as he appeared before them again. "If you're feeling chill, Mademoiselle Rhiannon, I have just the thing to remedy that." he said as he motioned for the servants to bring forth the stew.

The servants brought a large tureen of stew and small bowls to the table. One placed the bowls at each setting, and the other began to ladle the stew into their bowls as Jean Louis supervised. Another servant then appeared, carrying a basket of bread and set it upon the center of the table beside the tureen, and the candles that were placed there.

"Bon appetit!" Jean Louis smiled as he and the servants prepared to take leave.

"Thank you, Jean Louis." the Sheriff nodded.

"Merci, Jean Louis." Rhiannon said.

"Oh, doesn't this look hearty?" Isabelle commented as she inspected her spoonful before tasting. "It's marvellous!" she declared upon tasting it.

"Indeed. He is a wizard in the kitchen." the Sheriff agreed as he tasted his.

"Perhaps this will serve to warm me?" Rhiannon said. "It's delicious, too!" she exclaimed.

"Indeed, Sister." Robert agreed. He turned to his left to address the Sheriff. "How is the search mission coming along, if I may ask, Nottingham?" Robert asked.

"It's still ongoing. The men have made some progress with it, and I now have a new recruit in my militia as a result." the Sheriff said.

"A new member of the Black Knights, George? That's good to hear. How did that come about?" Rhiannon asked as she took a bite of the bread.

"I can't speak on the details of it just yet, my dear. I will tell you about it when the mission is completed, though. He is a good addition to the team. I can tell you he is a natural Investigator, which is a plus because I only had four men in those roles. He was a Knight in another Sheriff's militia, so he has formal experience, as well as a natural talent for it." the Sheriff said, as he took another mouthful of the savoury stew.

"That is good to hear, my love." Rhiannon smiled.

"Indeed, it's very good news, Nottingham. Now, you have a Blacksmith, and another Investigator in your militia." Robert said.

"Indeed. Both of you a fortunate turn of events, as well as my Officer, Luke." Nottingham nodded.

"I'll say." Rhiannon agreed.

"I hear you ladies had an enjoyable afternoon, Lady Isabelle." the Sheriff said to Isabelle.

"Yes, Milord. It was quite an experience. Madam Oberon is very talented. In more ways than one, it would seem." Isabelle said.

"Yes, very." the Sheriff agreed as he winked at Rhiannon, then tugged at the collar of his doublet to loosen it. Every time he looked upon her he felt warmed.

"It's encouraging to see for myself that Madam Oberon was right, Rhiannon. The stain she used on you really does have staying power." Isabelle said.

"Indeed. I'm quite pleased with it." Rhiannon smiled as she took a sip of wine.

Just then, Jean Louis appeared holding a large tray, along with one of the servants. The servant took the tureen and the bread basket from the table as the chef placed the tray of roast pheasant and vegetables in the centre of the table. He began to deftly carve it and served it along with a portion of vegetables as the servant passed plates to each seated at the table.

"Bon appetit. Enjoy!" Jean Louis smiled before he took leave of them with the servant.

"Well, this is quite tasty, too!" Robert commented as he tasted the tender pheasant.

"Indeed. I can't think of anything he has ever served me that I didn't enjoy… oh, except for that one dish. I can't remember what it was called. It was rather unpleasant tasting, to me, anyway." the Sheriff said.

"Yes, I think you were the only one who didn't like it, my love. It was galimafree. It might have been the vinegar in the sauce you didn't like that was spooned over the chicken. We were served that with Sir Guy and Meridwyn, just three nights before their wedding." Rhiannon said as she began to chew one of her carrots.

"Yes, my lady. That is correct. I think you're right. I think it was the vinegar and ginger mix in the sauce that tasted all wrong to me. I think he said there was cinnamon in it, too. Just his description of it was inducing me to gag." the Sherif said with a slight shudder.

"Have never tried that dish, but I must agree. That doesn't sound very palatable." Robert said as he took a bite of the pheasant.

"I'm just glad Jean Louis is in charge of your wedding feast, Milord." Isabelle said. "I've enjoyed every morsel I've tasted so far."

"Yes. I'm sure the feast will be enjoyable." the Sheriff nodded.

"It's going to be grand." Rhiannon agreed.

"How goes things in the armoury, Robert?" the Sheriff asked as he looked to his right.

"Very well, finally. Stephanus and I are nearly caught up now." Robert nodded as he took a sip of wine.

"Oh, good. Then, you shall have time to visit your family more often, perhaps?" Rhiannon hinted.

"Well, there's still work to be done, regardless of where we're at with back orders, my dear." Robert said.

"That is true." the Sheriff agreed.

"Indeed." Rhiannon sighed.

"I just adore the view from here, Milord. What a lovely venue for our dining experience." Isabelle commented in an attempt to deflect from where she saw the conversation going.

"Yes. I thought it would be a nice change of scenery for us." Nottingham said.

"It's perfect." Rhiannon smiled. "Though, it would be nicer in the summer months, I'm guessing." she added.

"Indeed, my dear. I will keep that in mind." the Sheriff said as he sipped of his wine.

"It's great to be dining with you both again." Robert said. "I've deprived you of so many family dinners over the years, Sister." Robert said, regretfully.

"You're forgiven for that, Brother. You know this." a beat. "However, I'm still on the fence about that giant fib you kept going for weeks about Isabelle's whereabouts." Rhiannon said with a knowing glance.

"I've explained the reason why, dearest." Robert said.

"Indeed. We didn't want to add any extra worry for you, my lady." the Sheriff said.

"Understood. Alright, Brother. You're forgiven. In future, both of you keep in mind I do not need to be mollycoddled." Rhiannon said, addressing both her brother and her betrothed, as she shivered slightly from feeling cold.

"Indeed, my lady." the Sheriff nodded. Was he losing it, or was this dinner becoming awkward? He wondered.

"Duly noted." Robert said. He held his goblet of wine to his lips, then paused. "Perhaps you need a sip or two more of that wine, Rhiannon. It would probably warm you." he suggested.

"I suppose you're right." Rhiannon nodded and followed his lead, taking a sip from her goblet. Then, she paused. "Why do you wish for me to imbibe? You got something on your mind, Brother?" she asked as her eyebrow quirked, questioningly.

"You want honesty, Sis?" Robert began.

Dear Zeus! Don't say it now, Robert. Not now. The Sheriff thought as he observed his soon to be brother in law, intently.

"Well, here it is: I've been keeping a secret from you, but… " Robert turned to his left to address the Sheriff. "Mostly, a secret from you."

"How long?" the Sheriff asked, pointedly.

"A fortnight." Robert said.

Both of the ladies looked at Robert with growing interest as they sipped more of their wine, casting curious glances at each other.

"Alright. Let's hear it, then." Nottingham said.

"First, a question. Nottingham, does this search mission that's in progress have anything to do with an odd looking ginger haired, round individual?" Robert asked.

"I can't comment on that here, Robert." the Sheriff said while looking at Robert, and side eyeing the ladies across the table from them.

"Noted." Robert said as he took a sip of wine for courage.

"Well? Out with it, Robert. What is this secret you apparently kept to yourself? Indeed, your lady is looking as surprised as the rest of us." the Sheriff pressed him.

"I didn't think much of it at the time, Milord. He was just asking odd questions. Isabelle knows about this. She was present. We were on our way here at dusk that Thursday evening to dine with you, as you may recall." Robert said.

"Oh. Yes. A very strange man, indeed." Isabelle added.

"Alright. What sort of questions? And was he alone?" Nottingham asked, pointedly.

"He knew of my profession from the Innkeeper, and was trying to commission me to replace the blade of his sword for him — with Spanish steel. I advised him he'd be better to replace the entire sword rather than just the blade. I asked him what he'd need such strong steel for." Robert explained.

"And?"

"He said there was a band of rebels running amuck, burning down homes. Said his sister's home was one of them. He offered me fifty gold pieces to do it for him. I told him I'd think on it, but I thought from the start he was trying to involve me in something nefarious, so I let it go." Robert admitted.

"A sound decision, I'm sure. You never answered my other question. Was he alone?" the Sheriff asked.

He needed to hear from another how Ancel was acting if he was present the night Robert met the sodding insect.

"Yes. There was another man with him. Tall with shoulder length, dark hair, and greyish eyes. He never spoke through this entire exchange, truthfully." Robert said.

The Sheriff smiled and took a sip of his wine. He quickly straightened his expression, setting the goblet back on the table and continued. "So, why are you mentioning this now, Robert? It's not exactly a deep dark secret, to be quite frank."

"I considered his offer for a brief minute. Something didn't sit right with me about him. I haven't been in Nottingham long enough to know anyone here outside of the castle, but he didn't appear local to me. If he's a person of interest to you, having this knowledge may serve to assist your investigation." Robert explained.

More and more, the Sheriff wondered how it was that Robert ended up as a Blacksmith by profession with a mind like his.

"I see." the Sheriff said, simply. He took a sip of wine.

Rhiannon observed him closely for any sign he may finally divulge something of the current investigation he was working on. She took a bite of the tender and delicious pheasant from her fork to be unobtrusive about it.

"I appreciate that, Robert. It's good of you to take notice of questionable people you may encounter in the Village. One never knows what lies beneath the surface of anyone they meet." the Sheriff said, evasively.

He looked to his right and cast a knowing glance at Robert. He held his goblet to the left side of his face near to his lips as if to sip it, and mouthed the word, "later" to Robert, effectively concealing this from the ladies. Then, he took a sip of the wine.

Rhiannon sighed and sipped more of her wine.

Robert nodded to the Sheriff to indicate he understood the message.

Isabelle remedied her gaping jaw by absently taking a generous gulp of her own wine.

The Sheriff looked back to his lady and smiled, while sipping on the wine.

She took her last bite of pheasant and shook her head slightly in response.

"What's this about a band of rebels burning down homes in the Village? How come none of us have heard about this, even while out about town?" Rhiannon asked her betrothed.

"That's the thing about it, my lady. There is no band of rebels, and nobody is burning down homes. Even Luke knew this after only being here a day, and having spoken with me for five minutes. There hasn't been a band of rebels about town for three years, and even they didn't burn down homes." the Sheriff said. "Although, they did try to burn down this castle." he added as he turned to his right to cast a knowing grin at Robert.

"Then why would he tell Robert such a tale, George?" Rhiannon pressed.

"Because some people are troublemakers, my dear. This is how some of them operate." the Sheriff said, simply.

"Was he lying about his sister's home?" she continued.

"No. A home did burn down, but it appeared to be accidental, upon inspection." he lied. "And what do you mean not hearing about it when out about town?" he asked, pointedly. His left eyebrow shot north, suspiciously.

"If that was the word on the streets, I would have heard about it from Meridwyn, I'm sure." Rhiannon said.

Just then, Jean Louis and two servants appeared. Jean Louis held a tray of various desserts in his hand. One of the servants began by removing the plates. Another took the tray that contained the remains of the roasted pheasant. Then, Jean Louis placed a plate of custard tarts, and bowls of figs, dates, and an assortment of fruit on the table. Next, he passed around small plates to each of them.

"I do hope you like it." Jean Louis said. "If you approve of them, I will be pleased to add the custard tarts to the menu of your wedding feast, mon Seigneur Sheriff."

"Thank you, Jean Louis." the Sheriff said. "I assume that goes for anything my lady and I request — or ask you to leave out altogether?"

"Of course, mon Seigneur Sheriff. As you wish, indeed." a beat. "What is it you wish for me leave out of the menu?" Jean Louis asked.

"Galimafree." Nottingham and his betrothed both answered, in unison.

They looked at one another and smirked.

"I see. Very well. Noted, mon Seigneur Sheriff." Jean Louis nodded with a perfunctory smile, then turned to take leave of them.

They each declared, having sampled the tarts, that they were a delicious ending to a perfect meal.

"What is it about Jean Louis' desserts that often remind me of our family dinners from years ago?" Rhiannon asked Robert, wistfully. Was it the hint of nutmeg she was detecting that reminded her of Auntie Bibi's baking?

"Interesting." the Sheriff remarked.

"Sometimes scents and taste can be a memory trigger, Rhiannon. I've oft times noticed this myself." Robert commented.

"I suppose that's true. I can't tell whether it's a good thing, or bad? I don't want to forget our loved ones, Brother, but sometimes… I wish I could… " Rhiannon said, letting her words trail off. She'd said too much. She didn't wish to put a damper on their evening together.

"Have I ever told you that you're very much like her?" Robert asked.

"Whom? Auntie Bibi? I wish I possessed her culinary talents." Rhiannon said as she took another bite of the custard tart.

"No. Auntie Bibi is only related through marriage, my dear." Robert said. "I'm actually talking about Mother."

The Sheriff coughed slightly as he had just taken a sip of wine when Robert said that.

"Really? I wouldn't know." Rhiannon shrugged.

"Of course, you wouldn't, Sis. You were only a couple of minutes old when Mother passed. You have much of her personality, though. Clever, curious, adventurous, strong." Robert said.

"Right. Obviously, not strong enough, however." Rhiannon pointed out.

"Not that day, no. I remember Father was angry that she wasn't being tended to properly. She was weak with fever, Sister. They let her go on for days like that. She was strong, mentally and physically until the infection took — " Robert stopped just then.

Robert wondered if he'd imbibed too much this evening? He just said far too much, and the last thing he wanted to do was to cause worry to his sister or to her betrothed. Especially since he was keenly aware that both of them had given thought to possible childbirth complications with Rhiannon.

The Sheriff listened, intently. This was the first he had heard of what actually happened to cause Rhiannon's mother's death.

"I know you and Eddie would oft times speak of her. I could just never relate." Rhiannon said with a shrug.

"Edward's memories were limited. He was quite young when she passed, dearest." Robert said.

"Yes. I suppose. Like it matters anymore. They're all gone, Brother." Rhiannon sighed.

"True, but I'm just pointing out how very much like our mother you are, Rhiannon. It's my job now to keep her memory alive. I could have timed this better, though, I admit." Robert said.

"It's alright, Robert. I do appreciate that. It's difficult for me to connect with because, to me, it's like she didn't exist. It's also a topic that's sensitive for my betrothed and I to discuss, given our shared experience of being motherless. There's not a thing I can do about the current situation except stay healthy and positive." Rhiannon said, firmly.

"And you are, Rhiannon. It's going to be different for you, anyway. You're already receiving far better care than Mother did. You have a physician and midwife who will be there for you. They won't miss a thing, dearest." Robert attempted to reassure.

"True. They've saved me a few times, Brother. You're right. I shouldn't be so negative, especially since I'm trying to be merry." Rhiannon said.

She took a sip of her wine to warm her. All she could think about was a very hot bath. She shivered again and took another sip of wine.

The Sheriff took notice of his lady shivering. She couldn't seem to keep warm. He reached across to touch her hand.

"Are you well, my lady?" the Sheriff asked, softly.

"I am, my love. Just feeling chill. Your medicus says this is common." Rhiannon said.

"Perhaps this is a good time for us to take leave." Robert said. "You best head inside to get warm, Rhiannon." Robert said.

"Indeed. You've been shivering like a wet cat, my dear." Isabelle said as she looked to her right at Rhiannon.

"I'm glad you could both join us." the Sheriff said.

"Yes, it was lovely." Rhiannon added.

The couples took their leave of each other and bid goodnight. Rhiannon spoke to her betrothed about having the servants bring hot water to the bath chamber, which he followed through with as soon as they entered back inside the castle.

---

The Sheriff grabbed the decanter of brandy and a goblet as they entered into the den, and then headed into the bedchamber. He removed his doublet and reclined on the bed, sipping brandy from his goblet.

"You sure you want to do that right now, my lady?" he asked.

"Yes. Soaking in a very hot tub was all I could think of at dinner, my love. I shall return soon, I just need to warm up. You understand?" Rhiannon said as she grabbed her burgundy velvet dressing gown and a large fluffy towel to take with her.

"Of course, my angel. You get warm in the bath, then come over here beside me and I will keep you warm." the Sheriff winked.

She smiled, then went on her way.

As she entered into the bath chamber, the Sheriff leaned back, reclining against several pillows. Nottingham raised his goblet to his lips and thought more about the encounter Robert had with Homely Hamon.

So the insect was trying to get a new blade made of Spanish steel? Madness! If Robert only knew how close he'd come to outfitting the outlaw with a sword meant to be used on Robert's own sister, and Zeus only knew who else, he would be mortified. The Sheriff hoped his men would have better luck with their search mission on the morrow. Ancel was right. Hamon was out of control.

He took another sip of his brandy and leaned further back into the soft pillows. He found himself dozing off after a few minutes, so he set the goblet on the table beside the bed and got up to stoke the fire in the fireplace which was on a low burn. He wanted the room to be warmed for Rhiannon when she emerged from the bath chamber. Satisfied, he went back over to the bed, and reclined once more as he waited for her.

---

The servants got the water temperature just right this time. Generally, the water was never quite warm enough. This time, they poured a measure of her newest liquid soap into the linen lined tub before filling it. It was a rose fragranced soap that Mortianna had recently made and had gifted her. Lady Rhiannon preferred it. Especially now when her sense of smell was heightened, often with unpleasant results. Lately she was finding the lavender version too heavy on her nose.

She used a small amount of the creamy soap to wash, and immersed herself to chin level to warm her. She was planning to stay like this until the shivering ceased and her skin felt warm to the touch. The moisture in the air outside lent itself to the cold. It was biting, and she felt it now more than ever. As of late, the only thing that truly warmed her and brought comfort to her body was to soak in a tub filled with hot, bubbly water. Snuggling with her betrothed, and heavy blankets only helped for a brief time. Soaking, then quickly drying, would keep her warm for several hours.

She thought about the dining experience she just shared with her family, as she patted some water on her face. She was glad now that she got a few things sorted with her brother. She did notice all three of them acting oddly at times, however.

Her betrothed was evasive on a couple of occasions during dinner conversation. What's this about some woman's home burning in the Village? Who was this man George and Robert were speaking of? Why was even Isabelle behaving strangely at times? Is this real, or is this what carrying a child does to a lady's psyche? Am I going mad, or am I on to something?

Rhiannon couldn't think on it now. She had a more entertaining things to occupy her thoughts.

She smiled as she closed her misty, green eyes, still accented by the coral stain, and soot paste on the lashes; and she thought about the interesting meeting she had with her dear sisters earlier in Madam Oberon's chambers. And then, she thought of her upcoming nuptials. She was looking forward to wearing her wedding gown, the day itself, and her future with her Sheriff.

After some time, the Sheriff decided to check on his lady, because she'd been in the bath chamber for a little over an hour.

He opened the door and entered. She appeared to be asleep. The water level was above her lips now.

The Sheriff walked toward the tub, urgently. He bent down and touched her shoulder.

"Rhiannon. My lady, you must wake up." he said.

She opened her eyes and sat up.

"I didn't mean to fall asleep, my love. Pass me my towel, please. This water is beginning to get cold." she sighed.

He handed her the towel. She took it, stood and wrapped herself in it before stepping out of the tub.

"You must be more careful, my angel. You were just about to drown in that cursed tub." the Sheriff said as his eyebrow shot north.

"I'm sure I would've been startled awake, my love. I'm glad you woke me, though. There's no use sitting in cooled water." Rhiannon said.

He nodded and left her to finish with drying and dressing in her shift and her warm dressing gown.

---

Around this time, Mordrid was coming back into the castle from being out at the stables. He brought the stuffed target back with him from Hood's former camp. He had just finished target practice with it in the training area, and left the stuffed man, his longbow and quiver of arrows in an empty stall in the stables, in between where his horse and another horse were kept. He ran into Ancel on the way in, who was just coming from the direction of the Dining Hall.

"Mordrid, there you are. There's a banquet happening in the Dining Hall for the Knights. You should go and get some food before you retire." Ancel suggested.

"I already ate, but cheers. I was just doing some target practice over by the stables." Mordrid said.

"I can't believe you brought that thing back with you. It's not like you need the practice. You were just doing that in the afternoon." Ancel pointed out.

"True. But, who knows where we'll be tomorrow? Might as well get some use out of it!" Mordrid grinned.

"Indeed. But, suppose Hamon notices it missing before we get back?" Ancel asked, his eyebrow quirked over his piercing grey eyes.

"We're both clever, we'll think of something, Ancel. Besides, it's looking like he hasn't been there in a couple of days. It will be fine." Mordrid said.

"Yes. Let us hope." Ancel said.

---

Back in the Sheriff's private chambers, Rhiannon finally emerged from the bath chamber wearing her burgundy velvet dressing gown over her shift. She carried the gown she had worn for the dining engagement and gently laid it over a chair, before joining her betrothed on the bed.

"The fire is perfect, my love." Rhiannon said as she nodded toward the fireplace.

"Yes, my angel. The point is to keep you warm." the Sheriff said.

She smiled, then positioned herself under the blankets beside him.

"You didn't wash your face, my angel. Don't you need to remove all of that paint stuff and whatever is on your eyelashes?" he asked.

"I will tomorrow, my love. I quite like it. I'm not ready to erase it just now." Rhiannon smiled.

Nottingham turned on his side to face her and leaned his elbow on the pillow, his cheek resting on his hand as he looked intently upon her. His amber hazel eyes burned into hers. The light from the fireplace and the two torches burning that were ensconced on the wall flanking it, reflected in his eyes.

"I like it, too, my lady. You are glowing. With or without all of that paint, you are lovely to look upon. It makes you happy, and that's why you glow. So, if it makes you happy, then I am happy." the Sheriff smiled as he spoke, evasively.

"Really? That's it? You don't think it enhances my features, George?" Rhiannon asked, pointedly.

"Of course, my angel. Except, they didn't really need to be enhanced, because you're naturally beautiful. You look amazing either way." he smiled.

"I will be going back to this look on occasion, George. I like how it looks, and makes me feel. It's a confidence booster, I suppose." Rhiannon said.

"If that is your wish, I am fine with that, Rhiannon." Nottingham whispered as he moved in and kissed her softly on her cheek.

"Are you quite yourself, my love?" Rhiannon asked.

"Yes. Of course. I'm not the one shivering incessantly, my dear. You're doing it again now." he pointed out.

"Am I?" she asked while pulling her dressing gown closer about her.

"Are you sure Thomas says this is normal, Rhiannon?" he asked, pointedly. "Look at all that you're wearing, too — under heavy blankets with small fires burning everywhere in the chamber?"

"Do you not feel that crisp wind blowing in through the window, George? How are you not freezing?" she asked.

"Because I am English, my lady. We don't exactly live in the tropics. So, one tends to get inured to the weather." the Sheriff teased.

"I'm English, too." Rhiannon grinned.

"No. You're from a land far away. I'd swear it." he smirked.

"Whatever you say." she smiled. "Hold me, my love. You're right. I am feeling chill. I let the water lose heat in the tub. I think that's what did it." Rhiannon said.

"Come here, my angel." the Sheriff said.

She positioned on her side and leaned in close to him, as he wrapped his arm around her.

"You're tired, Rhiannon. It's not your fault. Thomas says fatigue is common when ladies carry babies. That, I kind of understand. This extreme reaction to cold is a tougher one to wrap my head around, however. You sure there's nothing else going on to cause it?" he pressed her..

"I am sure. I feel well otherwise. Just cold and tired." she said as she put her hand on his chest and leaned into him.

"My lady, you sleep. Dream of beautiful things. You're body needs rest. I shall keep you warm." the Sheriff said softly, as he kissed the top of her head.

"I wish I was more alert." Rhiannon sighed.

"We will have our time. Right now, your body is talking to you. You must listen to it. Sleep, my beautiful angel." he whispered.

She closed her eyes and was asleep in only moments.