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?

32. Chapter 87

Soon after Gisborne left, Robert took the alternate stairs that headed down into Mortianna's lair. He had only been there once, and he hoped the witch wouldn't mind him making an appearance, but he had a very strong feeling she would be needed.

Mortianna heard his footsteps and where they were coming from, so she headed there straightaway. She was quite surprised when she saw whom was approaching.

"Robert? Is that you there?" she called out as she squinted her good eye to see better.

"Yes, Madam. Forgive me for intruding." Robert answered as he advanced further down the steps to greet her. "I needed to come. I hope you don't mind."

"Would ye like a cup of my batwing tea? I've some brewing right now. It's calming, and it appears that ye could use a good dose of it." Mortianna said as her eyebrow raised, curiously.

"One day, I might take you up on that and give it a try, but, no."

"Are ye in need of the poison paste for the arrowheads now? I've a batch of wolfsbane paste for you if that's the case."

"No. Not yet, Madam." Robert replied.

"What troubles ye, Robert?" she asked.

"I almost feel foolish for coming, Madam." he began.

"Has something happened? Has Milord Sheriff returned? Where is Sir Guy?" Mortianna asked, curiously.

"Well, yes. Something has happened. My sister and my lady wife are missing. It seems they took a carriage. Sir Gisborne and myself only just learned that it was them who left in the carriage."

"I see. When did they leave? Do ye know?"

"Yes. It was several hours ago. Late in the morning. Sir Gisborne has gone to find them where we suspect they might be. The Sheriff hasn't returned as yet, but he's expected back sometime shortly." Robert explained.

"Hmm, that's a long outing." Mortianna said.

"Indeed, Madam. That is why I've come. I've a strong feeling your talents may be needed when they return. Who knows what they've been up to all this time. Could you be on standby in case we need you?" Robert requested.

"Of course, Robert. Do not fret. If I'm needed, come and summon for me." she smiled.

"I thank you, Madam." he smiled back with a nod. Then, he headed back up the stairs.

Robert shook his head as he reached the top of the steps to the main level. He'd witnessed his sister behave recklessly in the past. He knew she was too free spirited for her own good. In that regard she was more like a man than a lady; but he was quite displeased about the involvement of his lady wife in Rhiannon's adventure. He had a nagging feeling about the situation.

"Robert?" a lady's voice called.

He turned around and saw Lady Meridwyn before him, a look of concern in her blue eyes.

"Are they back yet?" she asked.

"No. Lady Meridwyn. Not yet."

"I didn't know what day she was going. She wouldn't tell me. She wouldn't tell Isabelle, either. She did that on purpose, Robert. You have to know this. She knew that if we knew the plans we'd report it." Meridwyn whispered.

"Oh, I have no doubt. My sister can be quite crafty, Lady Meridwyn. She was the only girl and the baby of the family. She was spoiled by my father, and frankly, it shows." he sighed.

"Well, I only told you this because I don't want you to blame Isabelle in any way. She is devoted to you — to the point that she frets about how the colour of her new gown will affect you." Meridwyn whispered. "I must admit, that's well beyond what I would do for any man — husband or not, but… there you have it." she sighed.

"Lady Meridwyn?"

"Don't be hard on her. You know she only agreed to it to protect your sister… right?"

"Yes, Lady Meridwyn. I am not angry with my wife in the slightest. I am quite worried about her, though." he said.

"Guy will have them home in no time. You'll see." Meridwyn smiled.

"I shall keep you apprised, Milady." Robert nodded and then went on his way.

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Some time later, Robert stepped outside the Council Quarters. He had been reviewing the Scribe's notes for the meeting they held earlier. The notes would need to be shown to the Sheriff. He decided he would head for the front entrance so he could watch for the Sheriff's return, or Sir Gisborne's return with the ladies, whichever would happen first.

He noticed the Scribe speaking to Luke and Ancel some fifteen feet away. The Scribe pointed Robert out to the men. They nodded and swiftly walked toward him.

Soon, the two top men stood before him, both with serious expressions on their faces.

"We understand you're in charge at the moment. Correct?" Luke asked.

"Yes. Weren't you with the Sheriff today? Where is he?" Robert asked curiously, addressing them both..

"He shall be arriving forthwith. He's driving the carriage that Ladies Rhiannon and Isabelle used to travel to the Village. They're inside the carriage." Ancel said.

"I've asked the Scribe to send for the medicus, Robert. His assistance shall be needed." Luke added.

"I see. Are they — "

"They are stable, but injured. They shall need to be seen to properly. I'm hopeful Thomas Crumwell arrives ahead of them." Luke said.

"And what about Sir Gisborne?" Robert asked.

"Yes. We understand he left to search for them, which is why you're in command. I didn't see him, however." Ancel said. He looked over to his right. "Did you, Luke?"

"No. I didn't."

"I did." Mordrid said. He suddenly appeared behind them, late to the conversation. "You both left ahead of me. When I was leaving, he was arriving to the manor."

"My sister's manor?" Robert asked.

"No. This one is unoccupied, Robert. And that's where the ladies were." Mordrid explained.

"Right." Robert said. He wondered if they referred to the manor he planned to purchase.

Of course! Any excuse to indulge further into her whims! Rhiannon probably encouraged Isabelle to stop and look at it. Robert sighed.

"There's something else, too." Ancel began.

"What is it?" Robert asked.

"Ladies Wordsworth aren't the only ones needing to be seen by the medicus." Luke hinted.

Robert looked at them curiously, wondering whom the men referred to?

"Prince John shot the Sheriff with an arrow today." Mordrid abruptly announced, completely stunning him.

"I beg your pardon?" Robert asked, incredulously. His eyes widened, and his jaw was slightly agape.

"It's the absolute truth, Robert, and I'm not being funny about it. He was seen to by a medicus in Newerche, but he'll need to follow up with Crumwell, too. He was sewn up, and now he's bandaged." Luke explained.

"The medicus mentioned something about having to sew up layers of flesh — if you can imagine such a dreadful thing." Mordrid added as he grimaced in revulsion, holding his fist up to his mouth.

"I hope you're not the one designated to dress the bucks we brought back?" Ancel joked.

"Trust me. I hope not, too. Especially, after witnessing that bit with the medicus today." Mordrid sighed. He pushed his flaxen hair back from his blue eyes, shaking his head.

"He's going to make light of this. He might not even mention it. You'll understand why when they arrive. He may forget to mention it, or wilfully dismiss it, but we mustn't forget. At some point, one of us may need to go against his wishes and report his injury to Crumwell." Luke explained.

"Very well." Robert nodded.

"Now, you're the first person at the castle privy to this knowledge. Be observant." Luke added.

"I will. Thank you for telling me." he said.

"We're going to remain close. There's about to be a flurry of activity here. He's going to need us." Mordrid said.

"That's a good plan, men. I'll go stand by the entrance with the Scribe. I'll ask the Scribe to come and alert you when they have arrived." Robert suggested.

The men nodded, and indicated they would wait in the Council Quarters.

---

Some twenty minutes after he had arrived to the spot near the entrance to keep watch with the Scribe, they heard the sounds of horses' hooves, and saw the carriage pulling up close to the doors. Robert instructed the Scribe to alert the Sheriif's top men as he walked quickly through the entrance to greet the Sheriff, and find out about the condition of his wife and sister.

He saw Gisborne walking swiftly toward the entrance from the direction of the stables, as another horse was rapidly approaching them from the portcullis. He didn't recognize the rider from this distance, but he had a feeling the man was the Sheriff's personal physician.

The Sheriff stepped down from the driver's seat, took a few slow breaths and held his lower left abdomen. Robert couldn't help but notice that his colour was slightly pale, too.

"Ah! Robert. There you are. I didn't see you at first." Nottingham nodded as he quickly straightened up from his slightly bent forward position.

"You were heavily preoccupied, Milord."

"I'm assuming my men informed you that the ladies are inside the carriage?"

"Yes, Milord."

"They're not doing too well, Robert." the Sheriff frowned.

Neither are you, from the looks of it, Notty.

"I wasn't given specifics, but they told me that Isabelle and Rhiannon are injured and you were bringing them in the carriage." Robert explained.

"Isabelle can stand and walks with a limp. I think you could easily assist her. Rhiannon is in… bad shape." he said as he looked downcast a moment. "I'll carry her in."

"The men are coming forthwith, Milord. Why don't we have one of them carry her? It's been a… long day for you." Robert suggested.

"No. I shall do it. You help Lady Isabelle out of the carriage, and then I shall bring Rhiannon." Nottingham instructed, firmly.

Robert nodded and went to the carriage, then stepped inside.

He couldn't help but notice his sister half reclined on one of the seats. Her eyes were closed, and her face and hands were covered in soot. Her cape was also soiled with soot and, oddly, a longbow and quiver of arrows were on the floor by her feet.

"Robert! Thank God!" Isabelle exclaimed.

"My dearest. I'm so happy you're safe. Let's get you inside. It's gotten rather chill since sunset. We're very close to the front entrance." he smiled as he held out his hand to her.

She took it as Rhiannon began to stir.

"Brother." Rhiannon whispered.

Robert used his free hand to hold Rhiannon's.

"You're safe now, Sister. All is well. Your betrothed shall take you inside. The medicus was summoned ahead of your arrival, and I think he is here now." Robert said, soothingly.

"I'm sorry… Robert." she whispered.

"Hush, Sis. Save your strength. It will be alright." he reassured her as he kissed her hand.

Then, he stepped down from the carriage and assisted Isabelle down the steps.

"My ankle, Robert. Not sure I can put much weight on it. I had to jump." Isabelle tried to explain, but he was left more baffled by her statement.

"It's alright, dearest. I will lift you down, and we'll see how well you can walk with my assistance." he said.

Finally, she was at ground level. He put his arm around her and helped her toward the entrance.

He turned toward the Sheriff as the Sheriff was approaching the steps of the carriage.

"Milord? I think your physician is here. Where should I take Isabelle?"

"Take her to my chambers. We'll put Lady Isabelle in the den, and I'll place Rhiannon on the bed. That will save a lot of time for Thomas." Nottingham directed him.

"Very well." Robert said.

---

The Sheriff stepped inside the carriage. Lady Rhiannon was coughing into her handkerchief.

"I'm here, my lady. Don't move. I'm going to carry you inside now. We're close to the entrance." he said, gently.

She nodded while he gently lifted her into his arms. He brought her outside of the carriage, then carried her in through the front entrance.

His top men were just inside the front entrance when he passed the threshold.

"Milord, I shall take over for you. Hand her to me, and you follow us." Luke directed. He was quite concerned about the Sheriff possibly opening his wound with the strain of lifting.

"That's a good plan, Milord. Let Luke do that. I'll bring the medicus straight up after you." Ancel added.

Rhiannon could hear the concern in their voices and wondered why they were so eager to take over from him. Did something else happen she was unaware of?

"No. I've got it, men. Do stop fussing over me. It's even more unnerving than the present situation is." Nottingham sighed.

"George? What… is it?" Rhiannon whispered.

"It is nothing, my lady. Just conserve your energy." he said as he began to ascend the staircase.

Luke followed closely behind with Thomas Crumwell. As they were halfway up the stairs, Lady Meridwyn was coming down.

"Rhiannon!" Meridwyn exclaimed. "Oh, my God! The state of you. Your arm! What has happened?"

"Do not worry." Rhiannon whispered.

"Bollocks, I won't!" Meridwyn stated, firmly.

"Follow us into the den. Robert has already taken Lady Isabelle there. It makes more sense to have them close for Thomas to see to." the Sheriff said.

Meridwyn nodded and followed behind Luke and Thomas Crumwell.

---

In the den of the Sheriff's private chambers, Robert had Isabelle waiting on a sofa with her right leg elevated.

"Stay put, Belle. I'm going to fetch Mortianna. She was already made aware she may be needed." he said.

"Oh, do hurry, Robert!" she implored him.

"I will be right back with her. Just don't move. Keep that leg up." Robert instructed.

A short time later, the Sheriff walked inside his private chambers. Robert was seated with Isabelle in the den, and Mortianna was offering her tea, as the Sheriff carried Lady Rhiannon into the bedchamber and gently laid her on the bed.

"You're safe now, my angel. Thomas is just behind us." he said, softly.

"Forgive me, George." she whispered. "After seeing… Rebeccah, I was… concerned." Rhiannon tried to explain.

"We'll talk about it later once you're feeling a bit better. You're no ordinary lady. I've known that all along. Do not worry." he smiled.

Thomas entered into the bedchamber with Mortianna. He had a look of concern when he did a quick visual assessment of Rhiannon.

"It appears your lady is my first priority, Milord. Can you briefly explain what happened to injure the ladies? Although, I can see whatever it was involved fire." Thomas frowned.

"Lady Rhiannon was inside of the abandoned manor in town. It was burning. She was found just inside the door, laying on the floor. I tried to help her up, but she was unable to stand. Prior to that, Lady Isabelle was seen on the road just outside of the manor. She was limping." he said.

"I see." Thomas said. Then, he looked to Rhiannon. "Any concerns about your child, Lady Rhiannon?"

"There's no pain like… what happened when I was in labour. That… doesn't seem to be the problem." Rhiannon said. She coughed into her handkerchief.

The Sheriff felt a measure of relief to hear that.

"I shall examine her now. Step outside, Milord. I have Mortianna to assist. Have Lady Isabelle keep her leg elevated, and someone should apply something cold to the painful area. If she was able to bear weight, I suspect she sprained something. I'll get to her when I've finished in here." Thomas instructed.

"Very well." he nodded. He left the chamber and closed the doors.

---

The Sheriff found it warm and debated removing his surcoat. He didn't want anyone to notice anything was amiss, but decided his doublet should well conceal the bandage covering his wound, so he tossed his surcoat over the back of a chair.

He instructed Luke to bring something cold to apply to Isabelle's leg. Luke was grateful that the Prince had given him a tunic to wear, even though the sleeves were entirely too short for him, and the fit a little snug. He wouldn't have had the time to run to his rooms to grab another one. Luke left the den to carry out his task, and the Sheriff began to pace.

"Thank you for covering my duties so well, Robert." the Sheriff said.

"I didn't do much, Milord. All I did was mind the castle, go over some notes from an earlier meeting, and alert Mortianna that we may need her when you arrived. Your cousin was run ragged today, however. It is he who deserves the gratitude." Robert said.

"Noted. Now, what's this about a meeting? I wasn't gone that long that a meeting was needed in my absence." Nottingham said with his eyebrow quirked, suspiciously.

"You'd be surprised. He has it handled, Milord. Don't concern yourself with that now." Robert said.

Just then, Guy and Meridwyn entered into the chambers. Meridwyn went to Isabelle, seated herself beside her and put her arm around her.

Guy went to the Sheriff to see what he could do to help.

"What's this about a meeting, Guy? Robert said he went over notes from a meeting after you left to find the ladies." the Sheriff said.

"It is being dealt with, Cousin. I think we should wait to discuss the castle matters after your lady is seen to. I'm assuming Thomas is with her?" Guy asked, nodding to the closed doors leading into the bedchamber.

"Yes. He's with her now." Nottingham said.

He walked over to the table where the decanter of brandy was kept. Before he poured it into a goblet, Guy and Robert couldn't help but notice him put his hand to his lower left side while bending slightly forward. He paused a moment, poured the brandy, then straightened up.

"You going to tell us what that's about?" Guy asked.

"What?" Nottingham asked as he took a sip. "Oh, forgive me. Would any of you care for some brandy?"

Robert gave a knowing look of concern to Guy before they answered him.

"If you please, Milord Sheriff. Could I have some of that? It may help the pain in my ankle." Isabelle said.

"For God's sake, Isabelle!" Meridwyn admonished.

"I'm not quite ready to address him by his given name." Isabelle shrugged.

"Of course, Lady Isabelle. A splendid idea. I'm sure it will help." Nottingham said as he poured another measure into a goblet. Then, he took it to her.

She accepted it gratefully and began to sip it.

"What do you suppose happened to my sister? Does anyone know?" Robert asked, directing his question to his wife and to the Sheriff.

"She was found laying on the floor just inside the front door. We had to work at it to open it. She was unable to stand. I've no idea why." the Sheriff said.

"He had us trapped! First, he locked us into a room on the second floor. Then, he came to retrieve us as he appeared to be setting the place on fire. He grabbed Rhiannon's arm and was pulling her through the doorway. I refused to go. I was already by the window, so I escaped onto a roof. But then, I had to jump from it to get help." Isabelle rambled.

"What? Oh, Isabelle!" Meridwyn exclaimed as she squeezed her hand.

"Wait a minute. You said he had you trapped. Who is he?" Nottingham demanded.

"Beats me." Isabelle shrugged. "He is a funny looking fellow. As round as he is tall — and he's not tall. Ginger hair, balding. Short and plump, and very strange, indeed." Isabelle said. Then, she remembered. "Hmm. Now that I think of it, he kind of resembled the odd fellow who approached Robert about fixing his sword." she frowned.

Guy sighed heavily and put his palm to his forehead, shaking his head while he did so.

"Is she… talking about… whom I think she's talking about? Gis?" Nottingham demanded.

"I'm afraid so, Cousin. I told you we have much to discuss. Curses!"

"Is this the reason the Duke is away from the castle?" he pressed.

"Aye. He's heading up a search team. He has Alex, Gerad, Castor, Drake, and Adam with him." Guy said.

"Am I dealing with the second coming of Hector who caused that to happen in the dungeon, Gis?"

"No. Just an escape artist." Guy huffed.

The Sheriff sighed. He looked to Isabelle.

"Lady Isabelle, I need you to tell me what happened to him."

"When I exited out of the window, he was pulling Rhiannon out of the room. Said he wanted us to join him for a party, or some such nonsense. I don't know if he left after that, or perished in the fire. He made her drop her weapons when he pushed us back into the manor. We were already leaving. It was well before sunset then. There was a mad woman who was hell bent on… " she looked to her husband just then. "Sorry, Robert."

"Continue, Belle." Robert urged her.

"Mad woman? What?" Nottingham asked, quite bewildered by the story thus far.

"Weapons?" Meridwyn asked, curiously.

"Yes! A dark haired woman on the second floor. We went up the stairs to look around after seeing the main floor, you see. She came out of a room. They exchanged a few unpleasant words, then the woman came after us, wielding a dagger. Rhiannon and I ran down the stairs so that Rhiannon could get a good shot… with her bow. Rhiannon got her with an arrow. We heard her cry out, but then we heard nothing.

"Rhiannon was set to run up there and finish her off, but I grabbed her hand, urging her toward the door. We opened the door — and there was the funny looking fellow, blocking our path! We were so close to being out of that cursed place, Milord Sheriff!" Isabelle exclaimed.

"My God." Robert muttered. "I changed my mind. Can you hit me with a small measure of that brandy, Milord?"

"Indeed." the Sheriff nodded. He looked to Isabelle as he began to pour from the decanter. "Who was the woman? Can you tell me? A name, perhaps?" Nottingham pressed.

"You said she had dark hair. Was it raven black? Was she slender, and older looking?" Guy asked.

Robert accepted the goblet of brandy gratefully, and took a few sips as his lady wife continued.

"No. She looked young. They seemed to know one another. Rhiannon said the lady was a… consort. Except, Rhiannon wasn't as polite about it. The woman had a strange name. Rhiannon referred to her by name. Celia, perhaps? Something like that." Isabelle said as she sipped of her brandy.

The Sheriff and Guy shot knowing looks to one another.

"I begged Rhiannon to escape with me out of the window, Milord. But she was determined to retrieve her weapons on the main floor. She said she was going to shoot a few arrows into him."

"Since when is Rhiannon adept at handling a bow?" Meridwyn asked.

"You'd be surprised." both Nottingham and Robert answered in perfect unison.

"Did you ever see the woman again?" the Sheriff asked Isabelle.

"No, Milord. I think Rhiannon got her when she fired an arrow up the stairs at her. Rhiannon was unconvinced of that, because she said we should have heard her fall." Isabelle explained.

"Wouldn't you have seen it? If you two were directly at the bottom of the stairs, and she was at the top… couldn't you tell if she'd dropped to the floor?" Nottingham pressed.

"It was quite dark up there, Milord. It was difficult to see. Your lady was… cursing about that."

"Oh, I can well imagine." he nodded. Normally, he would have chuckled over that comment, and imagining his betrothed firing arrows into the woman who was trying to kill her; but until he was assured she would be fine, he found no reason to laugh. "Very good. You've been most helpful, Lady Isabelle. Have some more of that brandy and rest now. My physician should be out to see you shortly." he said.

She nodded and took a small sip of the brandy. She'd only had a few sips so far, and was already feeling lightheaded again.

"Curses! Stumpy bloke and Celestria all in the same manor — attacking Rhiannon and Isabelle!" Nottingham whispered to Guy. He exhaled, sharply.

"Unbelievable. Let us hope they're both dead now." Guy said, quietly.

"Funny. I thought one of them was already dead." he said as his eyebrow shot north. "Never mind. We're going to go through the rubble to know for certain if they burned."

"I'm glad Lady Rhiannon was well prepared and armed. Maybe she got them both, George?" Guy whispered.

"I truly hope she did." he nodded. "Would save us a lot of trouble."

Luke retuned just then with some cold wet towels. He gave them to Robert to apply to Lady Isabelle's affected ankle. Robert did so, and in the next moment they were all startled when a brief, mind numbing scream emitted from the bedchamber.

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Nottingham set his goblet down and ran swiftly to the doors. He threw them open and stepped inside.

Rhiannon lay on the bed, a grimace upon her face as she held a pillow with her left hand over her mouth. She appeared to be biting the pillow. Mortianna was gently holding her down, Thomas was on Rhiannon's right side, his hands on her shoulder.

"What in the devil did you do to her?" Nottingham demanded as he rapidly approached the bedside.

"Her shoulder was dislocated. I just put it back in its socket, Milord. Her right arm shall be fine now." he explained, then he looked to Rhiannon. "The swelling should start to ease and be gone in a few hours, but I'm going to put your arm in a sling. Just for a couple of days." Thomas said.

"It is done?" Rhiannon asked, tentatively. She pulled the pillow away from her face.

"That's the worst of it, Milady. Yes. We'll need to wrap those ribs of yours, and tend to the scrapes on your skin sustained in the fall. Perhaps after a good wash? Those scrapes need cleaning." Thomas firmly advised her.

"Sounds grand." Rhiannon said. She began to cough.

"The fall?" Nottingham asked.

"Keep it steamy in the bath chamber, and try to take in as much fresh air as possible, Milady. You inhaled some smoke. That needs to clear." Thomas said.

"What's this about a — " Nottingham sighed as he was interrupted.

"I will, Thomas. Should I drink lots of water?"

"It never hurts, but it won't help to clear your breathing passages. Keep your windows open for a few days." a beat. "It's really a miracle you didn't break your legs, neck, or shatter your skull." Thomas said as he shook his head.

"Would someone kindly tell me about the fall? What fall?" Nottingham demanded.

"She fell down the stairs at that manor." Thomas said.

"Actually, I didn't fall. I was pushed." Rhiannon said, firmly.

"Who pushed you?" the Sheriff asked, pointedly.

"Celestria, oddly." Rhiannon said.

"How far was the fall?" he pressed, attempting to suppress the growing ire as more details were coming forth.

"I don't know. Six or seven feet… thereabouts?" Rhiannon shrugged.

"You see, Milord? An absolute miracle." Thomas said.

"Bloody hell!" Nottingham exclaimed.

"I'm feeling better already, George." Rhiannon smiled as she tried to pull herself up to a sitting position, using her left hand. Then, she put her arm under her breasts and applied pressure there. "Okay. I guess that was a lie." she sighed and increased the rate of her breathing.

"Lay back, Milady. That's the cracked ribs you feel." Thomas directed her.

"The what?" Nottingham asked, incredulously. He started to feel sick.

"One can't sustain a fall from that height and escape with only a bruise here and there, Milord Sheriff. The worst of her pain was her right shoulder and her ribs. We've now somewhat mitigated the shoulder pain. It will take time for the ribs to fully heal, but they will." Thomas assured him.

"I suppose that's a plus." Nottingham began. "Is there any risk to the child?"

"Nothing has presented in that regard so far, which is promising. However, the combination of the fall and smoke inhalation gives me pause. Either can trigger labour, and it could be some time before labour declares itself. For now, there is promise, but it's best I be vigilant." Thomas attempted to gently explain.

"I see." Nottingham said.

"Oh. So, I shouldn't be too happy that there's no worry for our child at the moment?" Rhiannon asked, a worried expression upon her face.

"I don't want you to preoccupy your mind with negative thoughts, Milady. For now, no news is good news." Thomas said.

"Understood." Rhiannon frowned. "What about pain control? Am I permitted something to ease the pain in my ribs? My arm isn't feeling the best, either."

"I shall give you a vial of opium. You only need one to two drops, no more than every three to four hours, as needed."

"Can you stay close, Thomas? I'll offer you rooms to stay in." Nottingham said.

"I will accept, Milord. I think it's best. I shall see to Lady Isabelle once I've put the sling on Lady Rhiannon. She will need help getting washed." Thomas said, nodding to Rhiannon.

Nottingham nodded, as Thomas went to work, putting Lady Rhiannon's right arm in a sling.

"I know you're going to get washed, Milady, but I can't just leave your arm dangling. Not yet. You mustn't get the sling wet. Keep your right arm above the water level, Alright? Once that is done, I'll wrap your ribs." Thomas explained.

"Very well." Rhiannon nodded.

Afterward, Thomas gave them their privacy. Mortianna followed the medicus out of the bedchamber.

"You were right, my love. You knew best and I went against your wishes. I am sorry, George. Truly." Rhiannon said.

"I'm just relieved you're relatively well, considering all of the danger you endured, my lady. Wouldn't recommend a repeat of this, however, so… maybe listen to me next time?" he sighed.

"I will." she nodded.

"Rhiannon, Lady Isabelle gave us an account from her perspective of what happened and who was involved. She mentioned the man." the Sheriff began.

"What an odd bloke, George! In more ways than one. He said it was me he was after. I've no idea why, but… is he the reason James is guarding my manor?" she asked. She began to cough, and grimaced in pain as she held her ribs.

"Yes, my lady. All I need to know is what happened to him." the Sheriff said.

"Well, I borrowed your dagger again. It's inside my right boot. When he was shoving myself and that… whore back towards the stairs, he ran past us like a madman and was looking down the stairs. I stuck the dagger into him. I thought I was aiming for his back, but the visibility was poor from smoke. I ended up getting his backside instead. A cursed flesh wound, George!" she huffed, then began to cough again.

"Well done, Rhiannon. It will slow him down… if he survived the fire?"

"I couldn't tell you if he did, or not. He ran down the stairs after that and I never saw him again. And after she pushed me, Celestria stayed standing like a statue on the stairs. As I neared the door, I heard something crashing on them. It sounded like wood falling. I never saw either of them again. It was like a bad dream, George." Rhiannon shuddered.

"Perhaps I should have taken you to your manor and it would have prevented this whole ordeal. But I'm very glad you injured them both."

"It is my doing. Forgive me."

"My lady, I'm just grateful you're safe. That is all that matters to me."

"You're not cross that I acted in a manner… unbefitting to a lady betrothed to an appointed official?" she sighed.

"No. I'm not perfect. I don't expect you to be anyone other than who you truly are, my lady." the Sheriff smiled.

"Thank you, my love." a beat. "So, are you going to help me with the bath?"

"No. I will see you afterward. I need to talk with Guy about some matters that happened in my absence today."

"How was it today, George? The hunting outing?"

"It was… fine, my lady." he nodded, then looked downcast.

"Did you bring any deer back?" Rhiannon asked, curiously.

"We brought two. Luke and Ancel killed them." he said.

"How delightful!"

"Indeed." he muttered.

"So, whom is going to assist me in the bath chamber? I feel foolish needing help, but… here we are." she said with a cough.

"How about someone whom may have needed to help you with things like that in the past?" the Sheriff hinted.

"I can only think of one in the past who has helped me bathe. Well, you did once, I think — when you found me up north. The only other is… Rebeccah." Rhiannon said. "But she is at her mother's, I was told."

"No, she isn't, Rhiannon." he said.

"Where is she, then?" she asked curiously.

"She is here. Right here in this castle." Nottingham said.

"What?"

---

"I'm most impressed." Thomas began as he wrapped Isabelle's ankle. "You're a tough couple of ladies. Sustaining a jump, and a fall at distances you both did, it's a miracle neither of you are dead. It's only a sprain, Milady Isabelle. That will heal in no time." Thomas smiled.

"That's wonderful!" Meridwyn smiled, as she squeezed Isabelle's hand.

"Does that mean I should feel better for my sister in law's wedding?" Isabelle asked.

"Absolutely. Just keep it elevated the next day or two, keep cold applied, and rest it as much as possible. The wrap will help, too. It will heal easily, Milady. You have no broken bones anywhere… remarkably. The mild cuts and scrapes will need a good cleaning, however." Thomas said.

"I will see to it that she follows your recommendations." Robert said.

"Very good." Thomas smiled.

The Sheriff exited the bedchamber. He looked to Luke.

"Where is Ancel?" he asked.

"He's in the corridor right outside your door, Milord. He's there with Mordrid. They stayed close, but out of the way in case they were needed." Luke explained.

The Sheriff nodded and went to the door. He stood there a moment speaking with Ancel, and then Ancel left.

Luke pulled Robert aside to speak with him.

"What do you think, Robert? Does he seem… well to you?" Luke whispered.

"He is a little pale, but he's been through a shock. My sister was in a very bad way. He had to step inside that burning manor to free her." Robert said, quietly.

"I don't think he mentioned anything to Crumwell." Luke said. He frowned.

"I get that impression, too. But, I heard Sir Guy mentioning that someone was to escort the medicus to his quarters when he finished up in here. That is good, should we need him."

"He really needs his dressing looked at. The wound, too, to make sure it's clean and not draining… whatever." Luke pointed out.

"All we can do is closely observe him. We can't really force him to do anything." Robert said.

"For now. Yes, do that. I'm glad the medicus will be staying close by." Luke nodded.

---

Rebeccah was surprised to see him when she opened the door.

"Aleyn?" she sighed. "Curses! Will I ever get that right? What is it, Ancel?"

"You are needed, Rebeccah." he said, simply.

"Needed for… what?"

"Your lady needs you."

"Excuse me? But, she doesn't know I'm here." Rebeccah said.

"She does now. There's been… an incident that occurred. She is injured. She's doing better, but she requires assistance getting into the tub. The Sheriff is going to be busy for a time, so he asked me to bring you to his chambers." Ancel explained.

"Oh, my! Very well." she said. She took his arm and he escorted her down the corridor to the Sheriff's private chambers.

"She's going to need a good scrubbing, Rebeccah. She is covered in soot, dirt, and she has some wounds. They need to be cleaned." Ancel remarked just as they reached the door.

"What? Whats this about soot, Ancel? Did she try to climb down a chimney? What sort of adventures was she up to now?" Rebeccah sighed.

"I'm sure she'll tell you all about it." he nodded, then he wrapped on the door.

The Sheriff opened it and beckoned them inside, as well as Mordrid.

"Did Ancel brief you on what is required of you?" the Sheriff asked her.

"Yes, Milord Sheriff." Rebeccah nodded.

"She has a few broken ribs, and her right arm is in a sling, so it won't be an easy task."

"What? What on earth has happened, Milord?" Rebeccah exclaimed.

"I'll leave that to her to fill you in. I must meet with my men shortly." he said. "She's right inside the bedchamber. Go on in." he urged her.

---

Robert sat on a chair, observing all of the activity in the Sheriff's private chambers. He thought back to three years prior when he was on the Sheriff's wanted list. He never dreamed then that the day would come he would not only be seated in this room — a room he suspected very few had seen in the past until his sister became entangled with the Sheriff — but now, he was not only employed as the Sheriff's Blacksmith, but his Adviser, as well. And soon, they would be family.

He kept a keen eye on the Sheriff. He really did look pale. Every now and then when the Sheriff thought no one was paying attention to him, he would clutch at his lower left side, take a few slow breaths, then quickly straighten. And then, Robert noticed the witch go to him. He struggled to hear what was said as there were so many voices present in the room, but he thought he heard her mentioning something about… a night of the dead. Just how grave was Rhiannon's condition?

---

"Ye know, Milord, it is still the Night of the Dead." Mortianna said, quietly.

"Whatever! You and your silly superstitions, Madam! In case you haven't noticed, it's the living who need my attention." Nottingham whispered, gruffly.

"It's just a reminder. Ye never know. Sometimes an answer is given, and certain matters are revealed." she whispered.

"If you want to help, I'd suggest you keep the batwing tea coming. Lady Rhiannon might need some of that, and I'm sure Lady Isabelle would appreciate it, too."

"Lady Isabelle is already drinking some, child."

"Then fetch her some more." he ordered.

The witch nodded and went through the door that led down into her apothecary.

The Sheriff gathered his men in an area away from Isabelle and Meridwyn who were seated on the sofa. He looked to his top men who had accompanied him on the stag hunt.

"Have the bucks been dealt with?" he asked.

"Yes, Milord. I put them in the shed near the stables. They just need to be dressed." Mordrid said.

"Good. All of you proceed to the Council Quarters. My Lieutenant is going to brief us on a few things. We have some matters that need to be worked out."

"Indeed." Guy huffed.

"I assume you want me there, Milord?" Robert asked.

"Yes. I'm sure Mortianna and Lady Meridwyn will tend to Lady Isabelle in the meantime. The ladies will probably want to see my lady after her bath, anyway." he said.

"Very well." Robert nodded.

"All of you head down there now. I shall join you forthwith." the Sheriff instructed them.

"Where will you be, Cousin?" Guy asked.

"I need some air. A moment to process this entire cursed mess!" he huffed.

"As you wish, Milord. We shall meet you there." Robert said as he motioned for the men to follow him out the door.

---

The Sheriff ignored Ladies Isabelle and Meridwyn, and put his surcoat back on. Then, he went to top up his brandy. He clutched at his lower left abdomen and took in some slow deep breaths. The moment passed. He thought about it for a moment, then reached into his surcoat pocket, grabbing the vial of opium the medicus in Newerche dispensed to him. He carefully unscrewed the top and put two drops into his brandy, then he swirled it before taking a sip.

"What do you suppose he's doing, Meridwyn?" Isabelle whispered. "He's acting awfully odd." she said, nodding in his direction.

"Indeed. He's distracted by something, and I think there's more to it than Rhiannon's current condition. I mean, she can't be in that bad of a state if she's getting into the tub? Would she be?" Meridwyn pondered, quietly.

They observed him grab at his lower left side, bent slightly forward. He stayed that way a moment or two, then quickly straightened himself.

"Something's wrong, Isabelle." Meridwyn whispered. "I've never seen him like this!"

"He's quite pale looking, too." Isabelle whispered.

"Hey! Brother in law?" Meridwyn called out to him.

He turned abruptly to face them with his eyebrow quirked, curiously.

"What can I do for you, Lady Meridwyn?"

"Are you… alright?" she asked.

"I'm splendid! What would make you think otherwise?" the Sheriff remarked as his eyebrow shot north.

"You're as white as the driven snow, for one thing." Isabelle pointed out.

"Am I? I imagine it's a shock response, or something similar. There's no need for you ladies to fret." he nodded.

"If you're sure. You know best." Meridwyn said.

"You should mind yourself, Milord. You look as though you're coming down with something. You must stay warm." Isabelle said.

"Right. I'll have someone come and get the fireplaces going in here." he commented, absently.

Nottingham picked up the goblet, then he turned and headed through the door, leaving both of the ladies genuinely bewildered.

---

After he directed the sentry outside the door to get someone to light the fireplaces in the chambers, he walked straight down the corridor. He reached the doors that led out onto the balcony.

He stepped out onto the balcony, inhaling the chill autumn air. He moved closer to the wall and took a few sips from his goblet. The full moon was bathing the landscape and the castle in a soft glow. He sighed.

The Sheriff was stunned by the reports from Rhiannon and Lady Isabelle. Once again, Mortianna's visions of a fire were accurate. He never would have guessed that the other woman Mortianna had seen with Rhiannon in the burning building would be Celestria. Of all people.

"Cursed little bitch! Why couldn't she have just died?" the Sheriff muttered in a whisper.

He couldn't begin to imagine how Homely Hamon ended up there, too — when he was contained in the dungeon prior to that. He put his hand to his head. He could feel a slight headache, and it was no wonder. It seemed every time he turned around, new problems would crop up. Like cursed weeds! He didn't know much about gardening, but he'd heard enough from his gardeners to know that weeds were troublesome to get rid of — just like a few unsavoury people he knew!

He thought a little about what Mortianna said. He couldn't get her voice out of his head, telling him about the Night of the Dead.

Alright. Whatever!

His mind raced as he took another couple of sips from his goblet. I won't speak to you out loud, because that is rubbish. Perhaps you can hear my thoughts?

I'm out here, standing near the edge of this balcony. A place where you both would have stood. I'm staring at the moon, and if I look beside me, I'm looking at where you should be. If you were here, you would have some words for me. You might even be concerned for my lady. Wouldn't you? Mother? Father?

"This is pure lunacy." he softly whispered to himself.

The Sheriff took a sip of brandy, then inhaled the air after the brandy went down. He stood there a few moments, taking it all in. Trying to focus on the scenery before him, instead of his thoughts. Then, he felt pain again. He clutched at his lower left side, taking another sip of the brandy. It took a couple of moments, but it began to subside. He wasn't sure if it was the brandy, the opium, or both, but he began to feel a peace wash over him. It was unexpected, but welcome. Freeing.

And you, Nic. What would you advise me if you were here? What would be your plan? God damn it, friend. You are missed.

He shook his head. These thoughts were useless to him. He couldn't imagine what would prompt the witch to mention such nonsense to him.

"Night of the Dead. What a cursed joke!" he whispered, gruffly.

"George." he heard the same unfamiliar melodic voice whisper on the wind. It had that same echo sound to it that he heard earlier when he saw the stag.

He felt slight fear. It was foreign to him, because not much gave him a feeling of fear. The thought of losing his betrothed and his children created a similar feeling. This time it was different, because he had a flash of fear about something unknown to him. It nagged at him, and churned in his gut. He took another swallow of brandy to keep that feeling in check.

"Heed the warnings, my son. You refuse to see." the hollow voice whispered.

"You are not here. You're dead! Curses!" the Sheriff exclaimed. Then, he looked around him to make certain there was no one near, else they would think he had lost his senses.

He sighed, then finished all of the brandy. He left the goblet on the balcony, then headed back inside. He was done with this cursed interlude.

---

A short time later, he strolled into the Council Quarters. The rest of the men were already seated at the table, chatting amongst themselves. They stopped when they heard him arrive.

He took a seat in his usual spot — the head of the table. He took in a breath, then directed his attention to them.

"Men, it seems the Lieutenant has some things to share with us." the Sheriff began. He looked to his cousin. "Now, can you tell me how in the bleeding hell the stumpy prisoner escaped from the dungeon?"

His three top men looked to the Sheriff and the Lieutenant, astonished at what they were hearing. Mordrid and Luke raised their eyebrows and cast curious glances at one another.

Ancel frowned and sharply exhaled, shaking his head.

"There was a fire — " Guy was interrupted.

"You don't say? Of course, there was — in the Village! And from the sounds of it, he set the damned thing!" Nottingham spat.

"There was another one that I'm almost certain he's responsible for, too, Cousin." a beat. "There was a fire in the dungeon." Guy announced.

"What?" he asked, slowly.

"Alfred alerted me while I was speaking to Madam Birghiva at the door of Floria's Quarters. I went there straightaway."

"You cannot be serious?" the Sheriff asked again with his eyes narrowed.

"I am. I wish I wasn't. When I got there, the fire was under control and the men down there were still working diligently to extinguish it. I assisted Joseph with that, and after the fire was out and the smoke cleared, Aldred and another guard did a head count — three times. That was when it was discovered potato bloke was missing." Guy sighed.

"I never thought he would do it. Unbelievable!" Ancel exclaimed.

"Believe it, Ancel. He's the biggest reason that my betrothed and Robert's lady wife are in the state they're in!" Nottingham huffed.

"I called a meeting as soon as I left the dungeon. It was decided that the Captain should take some men out to find him. We had hoped he'd be found before you arrived." Guy said.

"I left here for one day, and all hell broke loose." Nottingham muttered.

"Those were my thoughts exactly, Cousin." Guy sighed.

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes. A new prisoner was taken to the dungeon just a few hours before the fire broke out." Guy said.

"Is he known to us?"

"No. Apparently, he was expressing rage over his brother being held there. His brother was brought in by Emory a fortnight ago, so I'm not sure why he waited until today to voice his anger about that." Guy shrugged.

"I swear the Village attracts more lawlessness every day." Nottingham muttered. "But why is the new bloke in the dungeon? Didn't the men at the portcullis refuse entry?"

"They did. But moments later, the carriage came through. The one that Ladies Wordsworth were driving. He came back — from out of nowhere, I'm told — stabbed Emory in the thigh with a dagger, and gained entrance to the property." Guy explained.

"Is Emory alright?"

"Yes. He required a few stitches, but he shall be fine." Guy nodded.

"Well, that's good to hear, at least. So, we gained one prisoner and lost another. Interesting how that turned out, isn't it?" Nottingham sneered with a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Do you think they know each other, Milord?" Luke asked.

"You think this was planned?" Mordrid added.

"Anything is possible. Some would say it's coincidence. I don't tend to believe in coincidences." the Sheriff sighed.

"To my knowledge, he didn't know anyone in the area. Certainly not well enough to devise such plans with." Ancel added, confidently.

"And if they were working together, why would the new prisoner not just escape with him?" Luke asked.

"At this point, it's of no consequence. We have our plans, which cancel out his." the Sheriff said. He looked to his Lieutenant. "What's the objective when they find him?"

"To bring him directly back here. Whatever punishment is meted out to him, we leave that to you. After all the treachery he managed to accomplish in one afternoon, it should be your call, Milord." Guy said. He shook his head, frowning.

"I thank you for that, Gis." the Sheriff nodded.

"Milord? Do you want us to go and join in the search mission?" Mordrid asked as he gestured to Luke and Ancel.

"No. Let's wait to hear something from the Captain. It's been a long day for us all. If you men embark on a search I want you rested first." a beat. "And someone shall need to take care of those bucks in the shed — because I certainly will not." the Sheriff said, firmly.

---

Rebeccah was walking out of the bedchamber, looking slightly disheveled after assisting her lady in the bath chamber. She sighed and walked over to the ladies seated on the sofa in the den.

"If you'll pardon me for the intrusion, Lady Rhiannon has asked for you. Are you Lady Meridwyn and Lady Isabelle?" Rebeccah asked as she stood before them.

"Yes. I am Meridwyn, and this is Rhiannon's sister in law, Isabelle." Meridwyn nodded as she gestured to her friend.

"I am Rebeccah. I was her lady servant for many years, and I still manage her home." she said.

"Its good to make your acquaintance." Isabelle nodded.

"Indeed, it is. How is she?" Meridwyn asked.

"She is doing better. I convinced her to take a drop of opium after her bath. She's reclined on the bed now."

"Very good. Thank you for your assistance." Meridwyn said. She stood and helped Isabelle from the sofa.

Rebeccah took her leave, as the ladies proceeded through the doors.

"Sisters! I'm so happy to see you." Rhiannon smiled as they walked toward her.

"Are you alright? And what of the child?" Meridwyn asked as she seated herself on the bed beside her friend.

"I am better. There's no worry for the child as yet. I can feel him moving, and other than that, I feel nothing in that regard. All is well." Rhiannon smiled.

"That is good news indeed!" Meridwyn smiled. "And your arm? It looked like it was just… hanging there when I saw you on the staircase." she shuddered. "But, it looks… sort of normal now?"

"It was. Thomas said my shoulder was dislocated… whatever that means. He put it back in the socket, he said, added the sling and it's been fine ever since. It still hurts, but much, much less than before." Rhiannon explained.

"Is that when we heard you scream?" Isabelle asked.

"Yes."

"My God! How horrible!" Isabelle shuddered. She looked to the floor, trying to stay the feeling of nausea that was creeping on her again, by taking slow deep breaths.

"Indeed. I told you not to go." Meridwyn sighed, shaking her head.

"I know. And everything was going smoothly until we stopped to see the abandoned manor." Rhiannon sighed.

Isabelle sat on the other side of Rhiannon, bringing her legs up on top of the blankets to keep her right leg elevated.

"I'm so glad you escaped, Rhiannon. When I got to the ground and looked back, I was shocked. I was afraid for you. The flames!" Isabelle exclaimed.

"It is over, Sister. It's all behind us now." Rhiannon said.

"It is, and now we must leave the matter of justice to our men, Rhiannon. Although, I hear you made a valiant attempt with your bow." Meridwyn said with a quirk of her brow.

"I tried. I didn't kill her, though. I think the fire may have, however." Rhiannon said.

"Since when do you know how to manage a bow?" Meridwyn asked.

"Since… many years ago. Robert and Eddie taught me how to use one." Rhiannon said.

"I've never seen you with a bow." Meridwyn added.

"I acquired one recently. I've been practicing diligently." Rhiannon said.

"I can attest to that — only because she looked like an expert archer in action." Isabelle remarked to Meridwyn. "And it worked… for that. Too bad the funny looking fellow came along, though." she added with a heavy sigh.

"We mustn't dwell on it any longer, Isabelle. It is over." Rhiannon said with a cough. She held her rib cage with her left arm as she did so.

"Are you alright, Rhi? Honestly?" Meridwyn asked.

"I will be. Thomas says the cracked ribs will heal."

"Thank Heaven's for that!" Isabelle smiled.

"And how long must your arm stay in that sling?" Meridwyn asked.

"Just a couple of days." she replied.

Meridwyn sighed as she looked downcast a moment, then gave a knowing look to Isabelle. Isabelle nodded as Meridwyn began to broach a delicate subject.

"There's something else, Rhiannon." Meridwyn hinted.

"Indeed." Isabelle added.

"Whatever could it be?" Rhiannon asked.

"We don't wish to alarm you… " Isabelle began.

Rhiannon regarded them both, suspiciously.

"There's something amiss with your betrothed, Rhiannon." Meridwyn blurted.

"He's acting… rather oddly. Like… he's in pain, or something." Isabelle said.

"And I don't know if you've noticed, but, he's quite pale looking, too." Meridwyn added.

"Yes, I have noticed his poor colour. What do you think is going on?" Rhiannon asked.

"I couldn't say, Rhiannon." Meridwyn shrugged.

"You know, I did notice another thing. Just as he carried me in through the front entrance, his men flocked to his side. Luke was insistent on taking over from him. Luke wanted George to hand me to him, and another one, Ancel, was agreeing with Luke." Rhiannon said.

"How very odd?" Meridwyn said.

"Of course, he was adamant that he didn't need Luke's help. He told them to stop fussing over him, that he found it unnerving. Isn't that strange?" Rhiannon said.

"It seems that they might know something about whatever this is?" Meridwyn pondered.

"Certainly seems that way. Particularly, when he asked them to stop fussing. That tells me that wasn't the first time they did that." Isabelle agreed.

"What if something is wrong and he's wilfully ignoring it out of concern for me?" Rhiannon asked.

"All you can do is pay attention, Rhiannon. You'll know what to do, if anything needs doing at all." Meridwyn said.

"It's so typical of him." Rhiannon sighed.

"Perhaps he's just tired after a long day of such sport. I'm sure a rest will do him some good." Isabelle smiled.

"Indeed. I shall insist on it." Rhiannon said.

---

Luke was surprised when Madam Birghiva answered the knock on Floria's door.

"Oh, good even, Madam. I hope I'm not intruding." a beat. "Is Floria… quite alright?"

"She's doing well, Officer Luke. No intrusion at all. Won't you come in?" Madam Birghiva smiled as she held the door open.

"This is the first opportunity I've had to come and check on her this day. Forgive me for being so tardy." Luke said, as the door closed behind him.

"It's fine, Officer Luke. I'm sure she would enjoy to see you."

"You sure everything is alright?"

"You mean… because I'm here so late in the day? I arrived several hours ago. Officer Gerad brought me, but then he was sent out on assignment with some other men, apparently. Sir Gisborne came by, and said he'd be back, but I haven't seen him in hours. Something must have happened. I think I was forgotten about." Madam Birghiva explained.

"Oh my. Yes, Madam. There were a number of things going on today. I'm sure it was an oversight on Sir Gisborne's part. I can escort you back if you'd like. Either tonight or in the morning, which ever suits you best. Either way, I'm confident the Sheriff would be agreeable to that. He's quite occupied at the moment." Luke said.

"I thank you, Officer Luke. Perhaps I should leave that to Floria to decide on the timing? In case she'd like me to stay with her this night." Madam Birghiva suggested.

"I think that's a grand idea, Madam." Luke smiled.

"Thank you for seeing to her safety last night, Officer Luke."

"Of course, Madam. I'm glad I could be of service." Luke nodded.

"Madam, who is there with you?" Floria called out just before she came out of the bedchamber.

"It is I, Floria." Luke said.

"Oh, Luke! There you are! Are you just getting back now?" Floria asked as she moved in closer toward them.

"Yes, Miss. It was a long day."

"How dreadful. You look tired, Officer Luke." Floria frowned.

"I'm fine. It is you I'm concerned about. Are you quite well?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm fine. Do not worry. Madam Birghiva has been fussing over me today. I think she was forgotten."

"Yes, we've spoken about that. I can escort her back whenever you wish, Floria. If you'd like her to stay with you tonight, I'm happy to do it in the morning." Luke said.

"The morning is probably best for everyone, Luke. Including you." Floria smiled.

"Very well. The morning, it is. Is there anything I can get for you ladies in the interim? Have you enough blankets?"

"Oh, yes. We're grand, Luke. We have everything we need." Floria said. She did wish she was alone just now to visit with Luke, however.

"The medicus is present at the moment. Should I have him come by to see you?" Luke asked.

"There's no need of that, but, thank you, Luke. Is someone unwell?" Floria asked.

"One of… the Knights needed seen to, Miss." Luke said. It was a half truth, but he needed to alert her that Crumwell was available to her should she need him. He would never disclose the true reason the medicus was staying in the castle.

"I see. I'm fine, Luke. Just minor cuts on my face and a few bruises. Nothing serious requiring attention. I cleaned the cuts, and will continue to do so." Floria said.

"A wise idea, Miss. Very well. I shall leave you to it, then. I shall return in the morning." Luke nodded.

The Madam and her former Mistress bid him goodnight as he took leave of them.

---

Sometime later, after the ladies had left the chambers, their husbands escorting them to their respective rooms, the Sheriff was back in the bedchamber. He was stretched out beside Rhiannon as she was reclined under the bed linens.

She moved in close to him and placed her hand on his chest. He stiffened, hoping she wouldn't lower her hand any further and notice the bandage under his tunic.

"How did your meeting go, my love?" she asked.

"It was fine, my lady." he said.

He was hoping the Captain would have returned by now. It wasn't too late, but the Sheriff was feeling exhaustion from the events of the day. He planned to rest, and would wait for a summons. He'd be able to think better when he was needed if he closed his eyes for a bit beforehand.

"You look tired, George. I won't bite if you get under the blankets." Rhiannon teased.

"My lady, you were badly injured today. You should have space while you rest, not worrying that I will jostle you in your sleep." he said.

"I'm better, George. I had a drop of opium after my bath. I'm not worried about that at all. I am concerned that you are pale looking, and tired."

"I am fine, Rhiannon. Only a little fatigued. Do not worry, my lady. I'll stay with you until you fall asleep. Then, I'll give you your space. For tonight, it will be better for you. I'll just be reclined on the sofa in the den." the Sheriff explained.

"Very well." she said, slightly confused by his behaviour. It wasn't as if the bed was small, but it was typical of him to be concerned about that, so she didn't argue.

"My lady?"

"Yes?"

"Just one more question." he said as he turned on his right side to face her.

"Very well." she said.

"Is there any way that the man you came across today has any idea at all that you are with child? I mean, it wasn't spoken of, was it?"

"No, my love. It was never spoken of, not even when we were locked in that room alone. Isabelle and I had more pressing matters to contend with, truthfully." she said.

"That is good, my lady. That is very good." he smiled as he leaned in and kissed her forehead. "Close your eyes. You need your rest." he whispered.

"And you need yours, my love. You're awfully pale looking, you know." Rhiannon pointed out.

"It is nothing, my lady. I'm probably recovering from the shock of pulling you out of a burning manor just in the nick of time. Nearly lost you again, Rhiannon. That was a shock. Do not fret. All is well." the Sheriff said as he smoothed her hair and caressed her cheek.

She gazed into his eyes as her eyelids grew heavy. Soon, she was fast asleep.

---

The Sheriff awoke with a start sometime near the witching hour. He was reclined on the sofa in the den, and had no memory of moving there from the bedchamber. He sat up and sighed, bewildered at that thought. He shook his head and arose from it, heading into the bedchamber to check on Lady Rhiannon.

The soft glow of the fire from the fireplace bathed her skin in a pleasing aura of light. She was beginning to stir. He moved toward her, then leaned down to softly kiss her cheek.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him.

"I didn't mean to wake you, my lady. I was just coming to check in on you." he said.

"I'm fine, my love." she smiled as she began to sit up against the pillows. She frowned. "I think I must have spilled some water on the bed, though. That is rather… unpleasant."

"I don't think so, Rhiannon. The blankets appear dry. There's still water in your goblet on the table there." he said as he pointed beside the bed.

"How very odd?" she remarked as she pushed the blankets down below her knees. She was horrified when she realized.

"George!" she whispered, urgently.

He took in a breath when he saw it. Her clean white shift was covered in blood below her abdomen.

"Don't move, my angel. I'm summoning Thomas." Nottingham said as he moved quickly toward the doors.

Within moments, he was back at her side. He sat beside her on the bed with his arm around her.

"I don't understand, George? There's no pain at all. How did this happen silently? How did I not waken at the first sign of trouble?" Rhiannon asked, fighting back tears.

"I do not know, my lady. Let's not jump to the worst case scenario. Perhaps something can be done to stop the bleeding. You sure there's no pain?"

"There is none! What the hell… George!" she began to breathe faster and held her rib cage while she did so.

"Slow your breathing down, my lady. Try to stay calm. Thomas shall be here soon." the Sheriff attempted to reassure her.

It seemed like a lengthy interval before Thomas arrived but, in fact, it was only a few minutes. Nottingham answered the door and quickly briefed him on the matter, then they both went into the bedchamber.

As the Sheriff lit some torches in the room to give more light, Thomas examined Lady Rhiannon.

"There's too much blood, Thomas! This can't be right?" Rhiannon exclaimed.

"Indeed, Milady Rhiannon. You're sure there's no pain at all? No pain… anywhere at all?" Thomas asked.

"Well, my ribs are sore, but… no. There's nothing, except… " she pondered for a moment. There was something, but she didn't think it would have anything to do with giving birth.

"Except what, Milady? What is it? Even if you think it may be nothing, I need to know." Thomas said.

"It's just this… odd mild ache in my lower back that comes and goes, and the tops of my thighs are aching for some strange reason. But, I did sustain a fall, after all." Rhiannon said.

"That is… not from the fall, Milady. That is sounding like… labour." Thomas said.

"What? It cannot be!" she exclaimed. She looked to her betrothed. "George!"

The Sheriff went to her, reached out and squeezed her hand as he looked to Thomas.

"Can it be stopped? Like… last time?" Nottingham asked.

"It's different this time. We had a good chance then, because there was no bleeding present. This time, the process has begun, and it shall continue."

"No! I will not lose this baby! It cannot be?" Rhiannon exclaimed as a tear spilled down her cheek.

"You must conserve your strength, Milady Rhiannon. For I cannot predict how long the process will take. You should rest as much as you can before the time comes, because I'm going to need you to do some work at the end of this." Thomas advised, firmly.

"Excuse me?" she asked, incredulously.

"It's too small to survive, yet not small enough that it will pass… easily." Thomas said, gently.

"This cannot be happening!" Rhiannon said, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I will be with you every step of the way. Is there someone else you'd like with you besides myself and your betrothed?" Thomas asked.

"My sister in law, Isabelle. She was going to assist for the actual birth in the spring. She is experienced in these matters." Rhiannon said, softly. "You two… aren't going to be in here the entire time… will you?"

"I'll be close by in the den, coming in frequently to check on the progress." Thomas said.

"I shall do as you desire, my angel. I don't know how much help I'd be, but if you want me by your side through this I will do so." the Sheriff said, softly.

"Just stay close, my love. I'll summon you as I need you. It's better if you're not privy to all of this unpleasantness. Besides, you still look rather pale." Rhiannon said.

"Of course, my lady." he nodded.

"Stay with her, Milord. I will ask the sentry to send someone to summon for Lady Isabelle." Thomas said as he moved toward the doors.

The Sheriff nodded, then looked to his lady. He seated himself beside her on the bed, placing his arm around her.

"Oh, George. I'm sorry!" she began to cry as she put her head against his chest.

"You've nothing to be sorry for, my angel. It is not your fault. Don't think of any of that now. Let's just get through this day." he whispered.

"Our son! George!" she cried.

"It is a loss, my lady. We shall grieve together. And one day, another shall come."

"But, I don't want to replace him."

"Of course not, my lady. The child shall not be supplanted. A future child will bring us comfort. And now, we shall give each other comfort. We will take each day as it comes. Right now, we only have this day to think of." Nottingham whispered.

"What a fool I was to go against your wishes!"

"No. It wasn't you, my lady. You took precautions. You had Isabelle with you, and you were prepared. You were armed. You couldn't have known there would be two adversaries in the manor you went to look at with Isabelle. You had a right to be there. It was to be her home by the summer. No one could have predicted that two people who wished to harm you would be lurking there." Nottingham said.

"You're not angry with me? At all?"

"Oh, I'm angry, my dearest heart, but not with you. I'm angry at the consort for pushing you down the stairs. And most of all, I'm angry with my former prisoner for escaping the dungeon, and showing up at that manor. If he hadn't boxed you and Isabelle in there, the whore would have had no reason at all to push you down the cursed stairs! This is not on you, Rhiannon. Trust me, I was irritated with you initially, but you did nothing wrong. So, you disobeyed me… whatever. Even though you disobeyed me, you still took precautions. I shall never be angry with you." he said, firmly.

"George… " Rhiannon whispered.

"Hush, my angel. Slow your breathing down and rest. Thomas says you shall need rest." he whispered.

Thomas briefed Isabelle when she arrived a short time later. He took her into the bedchamber, then gave them their privacy.

"I am here, Rhiannon." Isabelle said softly, as she neared the bed.

"Sister!" Rhiannon whispered. "Does Robert know?"

"I was only told you needed me. I didn't know the reason until Master Crumwell told me just now." Isabelle said.

"That is good. He shall need his rest for the Town Council meeting later." Rhiannon said.

"The hell with the cursed Town Council meeting! It shall be tabled until next week." Nottingham said.

"That may be, George. You shall conduct your business as you see fit, but I'm relieved that Robert doesn't know as yet. He would worry too much. There's enough of that going around in these chambers as it is." Rhiannon said.

"Yes, my lady." he said as he arose from the bed. "I shall be in the den. I'll come in every now and then to check on you, or to respond if you need to summon for me."

"Very well. Thank you, my love." Rhiannon smiled.

"If you don't mind, Milady, I'd like to have a word with them before Lady Isabelle begins." Thomas said. He stood in the doorway, startling them.

"Very well." Rhiannon said.

"Why don't you change into a clean shift, perhaps? If you have the strength to, of course. We shall only be a moment." Thomas said.

"Yes, I can manage it." she nodded.

"Are you sure, Rhiannon? You've got one arm in a sling?" the Sheriff pointed out.

"It's fine, George. I need to figure the damn thing out, anyway." she said.

---

After the doors were closed behind them, the Sheriff and Lady Isabelle looked to Thomas with curious looks on their faces.

"What is this about, Thomas?" Nottingham asked.

"A question for Lady Isabelle before we begin." Thomas said.

Isabelle looked at him, questioningly.

"What was your experience assisting in childbirth?" Thomas asked, pointedly.

"I assisted in two births, Master Crumwell. Both the infants were born at term, were healthy, and their mothers fared well." Isabelle said.

"What exactly was your precise role? Two births is too few to deem you qualified."

"I was assisting the midwife as her pupil. I was in the process of learning to be a midwife, but two was all I assisted with."

"What changed?" Thomas asked.

"Why is all of this chatter necessary?" Nottingham demanded.

"Not chatter, and it is necessary, Milord. I've a few concerns which I need addressed, to be assured Lady Isabelle can manage and make the right call." Thomas said, firmly.

"I see." the Sheriff nodded. He didn't like where this was headed.

"I married my husband, and we were hoping to start our own family. Soon after we wed, we… moved away." Isabelle said. She shifted in discomfiture and looked downcast.

"Lady Rhiannon is far from term. Labour presents differently at this stage. She's beginning to feel intermittent mild aching in her low back. That will continue, and could stay relatively painless until there's a sudden urge to bear down." Thomas explained.

"I see. Very well. I will observe for that and alert you." Isabelle said.

"Good. That's not what concerns me, however."

"What concerns you?" Nottingham asked.

"Given her, uh… history." Thomas stammered.

"You can speak freely, Thomas. Lady Isabelle knows of our son." Nottingham said.

"I see." Thomas sighed, then looked to Isabelle. "The last time, her afterbirth came too soon. That was what the midwife reported. The progression of Lady Rhiannon's weakened state and subsequent infection supports what the midwife told me. She's already bleeding. We need to make certain it's not excessive. You must alert me if there's an increase in the bleeding, or if the labour stalls." Thomas stated, firmly.

"I will." Isabelle nodded.

"But, if it were stalled, isn't that a good thing?" the Sheriff asked.

"Not at this stage, Milord. It has already commenced, and there's been too much blood lost to sustain the pregnancy. The process has begun. If it stalls, it puts her at risk of further bleeding, and other complications." Thomas explained.

Nottingham took a few slow breaths as he began to feel queasy. He wasn't sure if the presence of opium circulating in his blood brought that on. He regained composure and addressed Thomas.

"It's sounding like we should send for Lady Margaret. Why don't I have someone escort Isabelle to Nettlestone to take over from her — as she has a bond with my son, anyway; and they can bring Lady Margaret here?" Nottingham suggested.

"There wouldn't be enough time for that, Milord. It's too long a distance there and back. Lady Rhiannon needs assistance now. I'm expecting the labour to move along quickly as it's her second birth in only six months time. By rights, it should be over by first light. It was important to make Lady Isabelle aware of potential complications." Thomas explained.

"I see." he nodded.

"I shall summon for you at the first sign of problems, or an imminent birth, Master Crumwell." Isabelle said.

"I shall be checking in frequently." Thomas nodded.

"I've one question." Nottingham said.

"Yes, Milord?" Thomas asked.

"Will the child be… dead at the time it is born?"

"It's unpredictable, Milord. Occasionally, they are alive, and pass on soon afterward." Thomas said, solemnly.

Nottingham nodded, then dropped his head and sighed. There were no words he could think of for a response. There was nothing to say.

The only thing he was glad of was that this time he was available to her to assist in any way. The last time she managed this all on her own with no one there for her. He thought it a miracle she managed that, but he would not have her go it alone this time. He would ensure everything was done to make her as comfortable as possible through this difficult time.

---

In the Gisborne's private chambers, Lady Meridwyn had fallen asleep reading her book about Lancelot, the pages still open as the book lay upon her lap. Sir Guy was asleep beside her. A sudden sharp knock on the outer door of their chambers startled the lady. She sat up and began to gently shake her husband.

"Guy. Wake up!" Meridwyn whispered.

He moaned an unintelligible response. She sighed and tried again as the knock repeated.

"Wake up, husband!" Meridwyn called.

"What is it, Meridwyn?" he yawned. He opened his eyes and noticed the alarm in her eyes. "Is it the child, Meridwyn?" he asked as he sat up

"No, Guy. Someone is knocking out there." she said as she nodded toward the doors of the bedchamber.

He nodded and arose from the bed. He threw a long silk robe on over his long tunic and went through the doors into the den, then proceeded to the outer door.

"What is it?" he demanded of the sentry.

"It is I, Sir Guy." Duke Farnsworth said as he moved from the side in view of him.

Guy looked at him with his eyebrow quirked curiously for a moment. He sighed and invited the Captain inside.

"What's going on, Duke? Did you find him?" Guy asked.

"Not as yet. We just returned, and are waiting further instruction." a beat. "Has Milord returned?"

"Couldn't you have asked that of one other of the staff? It's the dead of night, Duke." Gisborne pointed out.

"I came directly to your chambers, because I knew with certainty you would be here, Sir Guy." Duke Farnsworth said, unmoved.

Gisborne sighed. "Yes, he has returned. Not… without incident, however."

Duke Farnsworth regarded Guy, curiously.

"The ginger bloke got to Lady Rhiannon, and Robert's lady wife, Lady Isabelle. He set the abandoned manor in the Village aflame. The ladies were inside, and my cousin came upon the scene on the route back from Newerche." Guy reported.

"A most regrettable turn of events. Are the ladies looked after?"

"Aye. The medicus examined them and treated them. They both seem to be doing better now." Guy said. Its my cousin I'm concerned about. "You obviously had something vital to report, given the timing, so what is it?"

"During the course of our search, we discovered a new problem propagating amongst some of the Villagers." Duke Farnsworth hinted.

"And what is that?" Guy asked.

"A growing dissent regarding the validity of the upcoming nuptials between the Sheriff and his lady."

"That is concerning." Guy said.

"Since he has returned, we should alert him to this." the Captain advised.

"Aye. I shall do it. Is there anything else you can tell me?" Guy asked.

"I shall tell you what I know." Duke Farnsworth began.

---

Lady Rhiannon was perspiring as the low back ache had increased and was more noticeable at frequent intervals. She managed by breathing through it, not making a sound. However, Lady Isabelle could see the pain registered on her face. Lady Rhiannon's muscles would visibly tighten, particularly in the neck and shoulders, and the sweat would bead and fall like tears from her face.

Isabelle stood beside her with one hand on Rhiannon's arm, her other gently rubbing her back.

"You have the opium that was dispensed to you earlier, dearest. It's been many hours since you took a drop. Why not take another… or two?" Isabelle suggested.

"It's not that bad, Sister. What you're doing helps." Rhiannon whispered. "I do need a sip of water, though."

Isabelle went to the table to fetch the goblet of water for her. She passed it to her, and Rhiannon took it gratefully.

"Perhaps you should rest your legs a bit, Rhiannon. You've been standing a long time." Isabelle said.

"I am tired. I shall try that. Could you sit beside me on the bed and continue the massage to my back when the pain is present?" Rhiannon asked.

"Of course, Sister. You get yourself on that bed, and I shall return in a moment. I just need a word with Master Crumwell." Isabelle said.

"Very well." Rhiannon nodded as she moved toward the bed.

The Sheriff and Thomas stood from their chairs in the den when Isabelle emerged.

"It's awfully quiet in there, Lady Isabelle. I was expecting screaming by now. Is she… alright?" Nottingham asked.

"She's a warrior, Milord. She's in pain — trust me on that. But she finds other ways to get through it than what one would expect. She endures it, rather than expresses it." Isabelle explained.

"Somehow… I'm not surprised." Nottingham said. He looked down and scoffed.

"Do you think her labours are progressing?" Thomas asked.

"Yes. I believe it to be true." Isabelle nodded.

"Have you any concerns?"

"Just a question. Can I offer her a drop or two of the opium you gave to her several hours ago for an unrelated pain?" Isabelle asked.

"You said she was managing the pain well, Lady Isabelle?" Thomas pointed out.

"She copes with it quietly, Master Crumwell. She focuses on breathing for the duration of each pain, but she's visibly exhausted. Sweat is pouring off of her, and her legs are growing weakened. I think she could benefit from it. It might allow her better rest between the pains." Isabelle explained.

"I don't see the harm. It won't effect the… outcome at this stage. I will permit it." Thomas nodded.

"Very well." Isabelle nodded. She turned and was about to walk back inside the bedchamber when she was interrupted.

"Wait, Lady Isabelle. I'd like to see her for a moment." Nottingham said.

"Good. Encourage her to take the opium. If anyone needs their rest, it is she." Isabelle urged him.

---

The Sheriff nodded, and strode toward the double doors. He threw them open, then stepped inside.

Lady Rhiannon was sitting forward on the bed, her left hand behind her rubbing her lower back as she had her eyes closed, concentrating on deep breathing. The Sheriff waited a time until it appeared the pain subsided. Then, he went to her. He reached out to her, gently placing his hand on her left shoulder.

"My angel." he whispered.

"It's good to see you, George, but… I'm not sure I wish for you to see me… like this." Rhiannon said. She closed her eyes briefly and sighed.

"You're toiling so with this." a beat. "You're exhausted, my angel. Thomas is recommending you take the opium now. It will allow you to relax better between pains. There's no need to suffer."

"I can do this, George." she whispered.

"I know you can, my lady. But a rest here and there until it's done won't hurt you, either. You've done a lot of the work, heroically; and now we can offer you something to give you a needed reprieve. It will be alright, my angel." the Sheriff said as he softly caressed her cheek.

"Very well, George. Since you're being so kind about it, I shall do it — for you. Mostly, because I fear if I argue about it you'll begin to look even more pale than you already are." Rhiannon said, knowingly.

"I'm probably just a bit tired, my lady. We both are."

"People shouldn't worry about me, my sweet. It's you who concerns me. Something's not right, George, and I'm going to — "

Lady Rhiannon was rudely interrupted by a more intense pain in her lower back, and a sharp pain deep in her belly. She breathed at a faster rate, one hand massaging her lower back, and the other clutching the edge of her sling until her knuckles were white.

Nottingham noticed this, his eyes widened in surprise at her obvious level of pain, and the composure in which she handled it. He grabbed the vial of opium and had it at the ready for her when the pain subsided.

A little over a minute later her breathing regulated and she began to relax. He passed her the vial.

"Take it, my angel. And not just one drop. There's no need for you to torture yourself any longer." he directed.

She nodded and took two drops, handing the vial back to him.

"Thank you, my love. We shall see if it helps." she smiled.

"You are a true soldier, my angel. You can make all the noise you need to. It's understandable at a time — "

"And awaken the entire castle? I will not." she said, resolutely.

"Right. I thought not." the Sheriff said.

"It's bad enough this is happening to us, George. No one else needs to be privy to the details of this." Rhiannon whispered, firmly.

"Of course, my lady." he whispered. He sat on the bed and held her close. He kissed the top of her head and smoothed her hair.

She began to close her eyes, relaxed in his embrace.

The Sheriff couldn't help but wonder if her memory might be triggered by this experience? He hated to see her endure the agony, yet was hopeful she might remember something… anything of giving birth to their son.

"It's a great comfort to me having you nearby, my sweet." she whispered.

"And I shall remain so, throughout." the Sheriff said.

"I haven't felt him move in awhile, George." she whispered.

"You've been preoccupied for a long while, my lady. The child could be moving and you wouldn't notice because of the pain you feel." he reasoned.

"God. What if he is born breathing?" Rhiannon gasped.

"One step at a time, my lady. Do not think of that now."

She yawned, then grasped his arm as she let her head fall against his chest.

"Very well." she whispered. "I need to get through the rest of this first."

Then, she abruptly released his arm and resumed her position as another pain took hold of her. She still rubbed her back, grasped the edge of her sling, and breathed at a fast rate, but she appeared less tense than before. He noticed the washbasin on a nearby table and went to it. There was a cloth resting inside of it. He wrung it out and brought it to her, wiping her face, then holding it to her forehead as the pain subsided.

"Thank you, my love." she whispered as she fell back against him. "You're behaving like a midwife now. I never would have imagined."

"Me neither, but, for you, I'd do anything." he said, softly.

At this moment, the doors opened. Lady Isabelle entered into the bedchamber.

"Did she take it, Milord?" Isabelle asked.

"Yes. A few moments ago. Two drops." the Sheriff nodded.

"That is good. I shall resume my duties now. You have company, Milord."

"Company?" he asked. His eyebrow raised, curiously.

"Sir Gisborne is waiting to see you in the den, Milord."

He sighed, then turned to his lady. "I shall return soon, my angel. Lady Isabelle is here now."

"Very well. Thank you, my love." Rhiannon smiled.

Nottingham held her hand and softly kissed it before he left her side.

He exited the room, closing the doors behind him.

---

Gisborne stood near the door, bewildered to see Thomas present.

Thomas stood and approached the Sheriff.

"How is she?" Thomas whispered.

"She's enduring. I convinced her to take two drops of the opium. I think it's starting to help her through it." the Sheriff said, softly.

Thomas nodded, then resumed sitting on a chair, as Nottingham approached his Lieutenant.

"Sorry for the intrusion, Cousin. Is Lady Rhiannon… quite alright?" Guy asked.

"The child is… coming." Nottingham sighed.

Guy's eyes widened in response.

"No. It cannot be, Cousin? It's too soon!" he exclaimed in a whisper.

"It is true. It will probably be over by dawn. Now, what brings you here at this hour, Gis?"

"The Captain and the small detachment of men sent out on the search have returned." Guy said.

"Very well. Let's step outside in the corridor for a moment." he said as he opened the door.

They exited the chambers and found a quiet area away from the door, where they could speak privately.

"Did they find the cretin?" Nottingham asked.

"No. Not as yet. But something else was uncovered during their mission." Guy hinted.

"And what is that?"

"A resistance forming with some men in the Village. They question the validity of your upcoming nuptials as some have discovered Lady Rhiannon has been staying here." Guy said. He sighed.

"As if it matters what they think." the Sheriff huffed.

"There's a Priest in town who has been fuelling their growing wrath, Cousin. He seems to be the ringleader."

"The wedding is going forward, regardless of their objections to it." Nottingham said, firmly.

"Of course, Cousin. The Duke is concerned that if we don't take action to stop them spreading hateful gossip and plotting to stop it, that there would be risk of an incursion in the coming days." Guy added.

"Is there something in the water of late, Gis? As I mentioned at our meeting last night, I swear that lawlessness is growing in the Village." he spat.

"It seems your assumption is correct." Guy nodded. He frowned.

"We need to form a watch over the Village. An extension of the Black Knights. A group of men who can enforce the law outside of the castle walls; and recruit a few espials." Nottingham said.

"A fair plan, Cousin, but how would we implement it? You would need to pay the men of the Village Watch, and the spies." Guy pointed out.

"Indeed. I shall speak to Prince John about it. And in the meantime, we'll discuss it with the men. I want all of their ideas on how best to execute the plan."

"Good. I would agree." he looked downcast and sighed before continuing. "Is there nothing to be done to stop the… child from coming, George?"

"Not this time." Nottingham sighed.

"Shouldn't Thomas be seeing to her, then?" Guy questioned, quite bewildered.

"It takes time, Gis… regrettably. Lady Isabelle is seeing to her needs."

"I am saddened for you and Lady Rhiannon, Cousin. Do you wish for me to inform my lady wife of this yet? She is awake."

"No. Not yet. She would want to come by to see Rhiannon. My lady wouldn't want that. She wouldn't wish to frighten your lady wife. When it is done I shall send word to you." the Sheriff said, firmly.

"As you wish, Cousin." Guy nodded. He put his hand on his cousin's shoulder briefly, then turned to take his leave.

"Gis?"

"Yes, Cousin?" Guy asked as he turned back to face him.

"Get word out that there shall be no Town Council meeting this day. It will resume next week. I will not endure that today." Nottingham said, firmly.

"It shall be done." Guy nodded.

---

She meandered slowly along a dirt path, pulling her horse by the reins, with no idea which direction she should take. All she knew was that she must find somewhere safe. She needed water, and she needed rest, but there was another pressing matter that required immediate attention. Except, she wasn't sure she could manage it alone.

The maiden was startled when she heard the clopping of horse's hooves approaching her just ahead. She kept her head low as she walked.

The horse slowed on approach, then a familiar voice called out as the horse came to a halt.

"Celestria? Is that you?"

She looked up and recognized the comely face of the rider.

"Lady Gunilda? What are you doing here… in Nottingham?" Celestria asked, rather stunned to see her.

"We will cover that topic later. You need dire assistance, dear girl. The state of you! How far did you think you were going to get on foot, pulling your horse, with a broken arrow sticking out the front of your left shoulder?" Lady Gunilda demanded as she quickly dismounted and walked closer to her. She clicked her tongue against her palate a few beats while shaking her head.

"I didn't know, Lady Gunilda. But I was hopeful for an answer." Celestria said, softly.

"It appears the answer has arrived. Get up on my horse with me, and we'll take yours along with us. That arrow needs out and then the wound requires tending to. We mustn't delay." Lady Gunilda instructed her.

"She shot me, then I couldn't move for hours. The pain. I was in and out of a slumber. Then, the place was burning! So, I escaped, then grabbed my horse and left, wandering aimlessly since." Celestria rambled as a tear spilled onto her cheek.

"Come. I need to get to work on you and then you can tell me more. I do have further questions about that, but first things first." Lady Gunilda smiled as she guided the maiden towards her horse.

Celestria nodded and went with her, grateful the woman had just appeared randomly, so far away from her home. She had questions, too; but for now, she was truly grateful to be alive, and that she happened upon someone she trusted implicitly to heal her.

---

As the hours passed, a growing unease settled in the castle. Lady Meridwyn was unable to fall back to sleep, disturbed by her husband's somber and brooding demeanour when he returned to their chambers. Something wasn't right. She knew it in her gut. Beside her, Guy was in and out of a light sleep, unable to completely release his mind from troublesome thoughts of his cousin's current situation, and the tasks that would await him later in the morning.

And in the Wordsworth's quarters, Robert tossed and turned restlessly, wondering what could possibly be keeping his lady wife? What exactly was wrong with his sister? If she was so ill, why hadn't he been summoned?

---

Just before dawn, Lady Isabelle opened the doors of the bedchamber.

The Sheriff and Thomas were both startled from nodding off in their chairs. They looked up at her, curiously.

"It is time now, Master Crumwell. The need to bear down is upon her." she said.

Both men arose from their seats. Then, Thomas headed into the bedchamber.

"She's not ready for you quite yet, Milord. She said she'd rather you not see her until just after the child is delivered." Isabelle said.

He was surprised initially, but then he realized this sounded just like something she would say.

"Very well. Signal for me when the timing is right." Nottingham said.

Isabelle nodded and followed Crumwell into the bedchamber, then the doors closed.

Nottingham began to pace. Then, after a time he went to the window, staring out of it. The moon was still present, but the first streaks of light began to show. A dull grey sky was appearing. Fitting for the day. Finally, some thirty minutes later, the doors opened once more.

"Come, Milord. She is ready for you now." Isabelle said.

Nottingham followed her inside and saw his lady, reclined against the pillows. Her hair was damp with perspiration, her complexion was slightly pale, and her eyelashes were fluttering as she was visibly fatigued.

"My lady." he whispered as he moved in closer.

"George." she whispered. "Tell them I must see the child. At once!" Rhiannon implored him.

He looked to Thomas, then he looked around the room for the child. Finally, he caught sight of a small bundle on a table, where the water basin and goblet of water were several hours ago. It looked like a small rolled blanket.

"Is that… " Nottingham began to ask his physician, but the words trailed off.

"Yes, Milord."

"We would like to see the child." he said, simply.

"Would it make a difference? The child is dead, Milord." Thomas said.

"It matters not! I would like to see my son!" Rhiannon pleaded.

"Your child was a girl, Milady Rhiannon. I'm not sure it's wise to see her." Thomas insisted.

"A girl? We would have… had a daughter?" Nottingham asked, softly.

"Yes, Milord. T'is a shame. She's a lovely looking child. Just too small, and born too soon." Thomas said, solemnly.

"You will not hold my deceased daughter hostage! My betrothed and myself will behold her face." Nottingham said, sternly. He walked to the table and picked up the bundle.

He took the child over to Rhiannon, and together they tugged at the blanket to slowly reveal their child.

The baby was perfect, but so small she resembled a young chicken. It appeared she had been bathed before being wrapped in the blanket. Her skin was soft and unmarred from the journey to the outside world. She had the required number of digits on each appendage, a perfectly shaped face and features, and even in death — appeared to have a serene smile.

Nottingham felt his eyes begin to water, for he felt such love and loss in that moment. He closed his eyes, blinking them away before he spoke.

"She looks like a tiny little cherub, my angel." he whispered, softly.

"She is beautiful, George." Rhiannon whispered. She looked to Thomas. "I shall hold her for a time. This is the only chance we shall have until we meet again."

"Very well. Do mind your right arm." Thomas said.

"I'll be in the den, too, dearest." Isabelle said. She was grateful the ordeal was over now. She needed to sit for a bit. She was feeling lightheaded at the moment.

Rhiannon nodded. Then, they retreated from the chamber.

"A daughter, George! How I would have loved to see her thrive." Rhiannon whispered as she held the baby to her using her good arm.

"She's already perfect. She would have been a beautiful maiden. Just like her mother." Nottingham said.

"I just want to keep holding her. She's so cold!" Rhiannon exclaimed in a whisper as a tear spilled onto her cheek.

"We both will, my angel." he said as he seated himself beside her on the bed. He placed one arm around his lady, as his other hand caressed the child's cheek, then held her tiny hand.

Rhiannon rested her head against his chest as they both held their child, unwilling to relinquish her for a time. For this was their only moments with her. The time would come too soon when their daughter would be lost to them forever.

"I wish I could breathe life into her, my lady. It's a cruelty of fate that I'm breathing, and she is not!" Nottingham exclaimed, quietly.

"Often life isn't fair, my love. I'm quite grateful you're breathing." Rhiannon said.

"You know what I mean. I've had nearly forty years. She didn't even get a minute. Curses! I'm going to get those two murderous vipers who did this to our daughter, if it's the last cursed thing I do!" the Sheriff vowed.

"Good. I shall hold you to it, my sweet. You've my full support to mete out justice as you see fit. I don't care how you do it, George." a beat. "If they made it out of there alive, eliminate them both." Rhiannon said evenly, in a whisper.

"I give you my word, my angel." the Sheriff said as he held her closer to him and kissed her forehead.