Chapter Eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I t was fortunate that Cantia knew all of the minute details of Rochester, for when it came to sneaking the group of women and children out of the castle under Geoff's nose, her knowledge was invaluable.

Within the hour, they were able to pack one satchel per person, including Arabel, so that they could travel swiftly and lightly. Cantia changed Hunt into durable clothing, layers of it, including a little wool cap all the way from Monmouth. She was dressed in durable travel clothing as well, as was Val, who took charge of Arabel and made sure she was ready to leave. The older women moved swiftly and silently, knowing it was essential that timing was everything in this case. Tevin wanted to get them free of the castle when Geoff was the most distracted.

So they chose the evening meal to make their escape even though it would be dark and more difficult to travel. But it would also make their escape more difficult to detect. Tevin had been with Geoff for the remainder of the afternoon, keeping him occupied, until the evening meal was served and then he accompanied the man into the hall. Excusing himself on a pretext, he appeared at the chamber door to find four occupants, ready for travel.

There was palpable fear in the air, apprehension with the certainty of being able to execute their plan without being caught. Taking Arabel in his arms, Tevin led the way down the spiral stairs as Cantia took Hunt in hand plus their two bags, and Val took her possessions plus Arabel's. They moved quickly, carefully, like hunted animals. Hunt kept trying to get ahead of Tevin on the stairs and more than once, his mother had to yank him back. As they neared the bottom of the steps and into the range of the great hall where Geoff was in the process of getting drunk, the big yellow dog appeared.

"George, go back," Cantia hissed. "George, go!"

"Mam," Hunt grabbed the dog. "I want him to come. He isth my friend. Pleasth?"

Tevin shushed them both. He didn't want them to be overheard. "Quiet," he whispered. "Hunt, take the dog. Move along."

Hunt grabbed the dog by the rope collar around its neck and, with his mother urgently herding him, followed Tevin to the base of the stairs. Sounds and smells from the banqueting assaulted their senses. They could hear the low hum of conversation and the clanking of utensils. Tevin peered out of the stairwell, his dark eyes on the entry to the banqueting hall and the movement beyond. He felt like a fugitive, waiting to be discovered at any moment.

The placement of the table inside the room gave it a view of the doorway but not the entry hall beyond, so Tevin silently slipped from the stairwell and to the keep entry about twenty feet to his right, which led into an enclosed stairwell that sloped down to the bailey. He made sure Hunt, Cantia and Val were into the enclosed stairwell before following. The evacuation of the keep had been successful.

But his heart was still pounding with apprehension as they reached the bailey. It was dark outside as the full moon started to rise. In the shadow of the great keep, Tevin turned to Cantia.

"Get us to the postern gate," he commanded softly.

She nodded swiftly, grabbing Hunt, who had the dog, and pulled them along as they stayed close to the mighty keep, making their way to the west side where the interior bailey wall was very close to the keep. There was a gate that led to yards and the massive exterior wall beyond, so she slipped them all through the thick iron and wood gate.

Once they were through the gate, however, she came to a halt and faced Tevin. "From here, the only way out is through the front gate," she told him.

He nodded, heading back to the north and the gatehouse. "There are no worries at that point," he said. "My men are waiting there to take you out of this place."

Cantia pulled Hunt and the dog along as they scurried after Tevin, crossing the muddy outer bailey beneath the ghostly moon glow until they reached the main gate of Rochester, which was eerily lit with torches and guarded by men.

Rather than a large escort, Tevin thought it best to have a very small but well-armed party so it would not attract the wrong kind of attention. Therefore, he only had two knights riding escort, men of the highest caliber. Next to the gate astride their big chargers await Dagan and Gavril, not John and Simon as Tevin had ordered. He peered curiously at the pair.

"Where are John and Simon?" he asked.

Dagan answered. "They have commanded us to ride in their stead, my lord."

Tevin's brow furrowed with annoyance. "They did not say why?"

"Nay, my lord."

Tevin's frustration grew but there was no time to track down the two knights who had disobeyed his direct orders. The time to leave was now. He directed Cantia to a gray palfrey as Val went to her charger and prepared to mount. Tevin went to his sister.

"Are you well enough that you can ride with Arabel?" he asked. "I would rather that she ride with you, leaving Dagan and Gavril free to fend off any assaults should it be necessary."

Val nodded, holding out her arms for her niece. "I can ride with her and fight, too, if it is required."

Tevin shook his head even as he handed Arabel up to her aunt. "You will not fight with Arabel in your custody," he instructed in a low, firm voice. "Your duty will be to protect her at all costs. If there is any fighting, you will ride clear of it and get to safety. Is that understood?"

Val gazed down at her brother, for the first time hearing fear in his voice. She knew how hard this was for him, being separated from Arabel, and Cantia, but more than that, he was frightened for them because he could not go and personally protect them. Her emotionless brother was becoming emotional and she hastened to reassure him.

"I will protect her with my life," she assured him softly. "I hope you would already know that without me having to say it."

Tevin's features were tight beneath the moonlight. "I do," he replied quietly. "But for my own sake, I had to say it."

Before Val could reply, Arabel put her small hand on her father's big fingers. "We will be fine," she told him. "We are going to have a great adventure, remember? I am looking forward to visiting Castle Mandragora. My very own castle!"

She said it so happily that he couldn't help but smile. She really had no true concept of danger, having been protected by her powerful father all of her life. She had lived a rather sheltered existence, so all of this was, indeed, a big adventure.

"Listen to what Val tells you and be safe," he touched her cheek. "My love goes with you. I will see you very soon."

Arabel grinned and he turned away, savoring that as the last vision of his child before he would see her again. He tried not to let apprehension overwhelm him. Then he focused on Cantia.

She was astride the palfrey with Hunt behind her and the dog sitting next to the horse. She was facing away from him as he came upon her and he reached out, a massive hand touching the boy's back before moving on to rest casually on Cantia's arm.

When she felt him, she turned to look at him and he could feel his composure slip. There was sadness and longing in her gaze, and he forced a smile. They had already said their farewells, but it didn't make this moment of separation any easier. But already, it was killing him.

"I have studied my map and Darland is not too far to the south," he sounded comforting and business-like. "The knights will have instructions to take you south without stopping until they reach the manse. On a clear night with good weather, it should take two hours at the most. You will get inside the manse, make sure it is bottled up, and go about your daily lives until I come for you. Is that clear?"

Cantia nodded. "When will you come?"

His composure slipped another notch. "I do not know," he said, his voice considerably softer. "It could be in two days or two weeks. I have no way of knowing. But know that I will come as soon as I can. And I will miss you more with each breath I take."

The last sentence was whispered. Cantia smiled sadly, careful with her body language with Hunt so close. She wanted very much to throw her arms around Tevin and hug him tightly, but dare not make any attempt. The pain of not being able to touch him was almost too much to bear.

"Then we shall look for you every day," she said softly. "Please… please take great care, my lord."

All he could do was nod, his eyes conveying a thousand words his mouth and body could not. The moment of separation was here but he realized he wasn't ready for it. He knew he had to get away from her or risk breaking down in some manner, so he quickly turned for Dagan and Gavril, swallowing the lump in his throat. He was struggling.

By the time he reached his knights, his manner had turned snappish. "Have no doubt I will find John and Simon and they shall feel my wrath for having disobeyed my orders," his rumbled. "But for you, know this. You will follow the road south until you come to a fork in the road. It will be the first fork, a big one, and you will bear left. Follow this and you will pass through two small bergs. When you come to the third berg, that is Darland, and you will ask the lady where the manse is. She will direct you to it. You will remain with the lady and with Val until I come for you. Defend them with your life, for there is nothing in this world more important than those three women and that small boy. Do you understand?"

Gavril and Dagan nodded firmly. "Aye, my lord," they answered in unison.

Satisfied, Tevin motioned towards the gate. "Then make all haste."

The knights swung into action, snapping orders to the soldiers manning the gate. As the portcullis shrieked and began to lift, Tevin stood back and watched the party move out. He felt like his whole life was leaving him, watching Cantia in the moonlight as she spurred the little horse forward. The hardest thing he ever had to do was not issue a recall order. He knew they had to go. It was for the best. He blew a kiss at Cantia when he was sure no one could see him.

With a heavy heart, he turned back for the great stone keep of Rochester.

*

Cantia realized she was very close to weeping as they left the castle swiftly, silently, moving forth into the moonlit night like wraiths upon the land. Because the moon was so bright, there was no need for torches, a fortunate event considering they did not want to attract attention. Onward into the cold darkness, the party from Rochester traveled south and Cantia missed Tevin more with each successive step.

The road was not in the best of condition and more than once, the horses tripped in the ruts. Even though it was bright and their path well-lit, they ended up slowing their frantic pace because to go any faster, with the conditions, was dangerous. They were surrounded by open fields so their field of visibility was wide, adding to the decision to slow their pace. There were no places to hide for bandits or others who preyed upon open travelers these days, so as long as the knights had a clear field of vision, they were comfortable with the lesser pace.

Hunt had fallen asleep against his mother at some point and Cantia held the boy's hands at her waist, his little arms wrapped around her so he wouldn't slide off. In spite of her separation anxiety from Tevin, she was beginning to enjoy the travel with the ghostly moon and fairly mild weather. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and occasionally, a night bird would sail across the darkness. The more distance they put between them and Rochester, the more they all began to calm and settle in for the trip. With any luck, the hard part was over.

Dagan and Gavril eventually came to the fork in the road that Tevin had described and took the road to the left as instructed. They then continued on along a smaller section of road, now being intermittently dotted by clusters of dense, black trees. The trees made the knights nervous so they slung their shields, weapons at the ready, and that made Cantia nervous as well. Men prepared for battle invited apprehension and she found herself looking around, seeing if she could spy robbers hiding out in the growth. Her somewhat pleasant trip was turning apprehensive again.

Somewhere, an owl hooted as they passed through a particularly dark section of trees. It smelled heavily of leaves and wet, eerie phantoms lurking in the blackness. With Cantia caught up in watching the surrounding area for an army of murders to come flying out at them, Dagan, covering their rear, was watching Cantia.

When he had been summoned to escort the lady and her son out of Rochester, he had been in the vault in discussion with Charles again. Their conversation had been quiet and not overheard. During the course of that conversation, he'd come to a great many conclusions, not the least of which was the fact that he had decided to accept Charles' offer.

It hadn't been a simple choice, but one he felt was best for him. The difficultly had been in figuring out how to separate the lady from du Reims because the man was rabidly protective of her, and when he had been summoned to escort the lady and her son from Rochester, he considered it an omen. Perhaps God was telling him his decision had been correct, that it was indeed time to take charge of his destiny. It was an unbelievably fortuitous occurrence, one he accepted eagerly.

Now, there were only a couple of things that stood in his way. As the party from Rochester made their way south, Dagan made plans for Gavril and Val. True, his plans for the knights were not honorable and for that, he was sincerely sorry. But his mind was made up. It was the time in his life to take opportunities when presented or remain a lesser knight in du Reims' stable for the rest of his life. No wealth, no glory, no opportunities for him. This was his last chance.

Dagan knew that Gavril would not go along with his decision, which at this point, signed the man's death warrant. Val would be a problem also, but she was encumbered with the viscount's daughter, making her an easy target. The children would be spared and he would take them, plus Cantia, to the nearest church where he would marry the lady without delay. His plan was in place and he was prepared. As they neared a particularly thick cluster of trees and the moon was blotted out by the heavy canopy, Dagan began to move.

At the rear of the column, he spurred his charger forward and unsheathed a large dirk with a heavy steel hilt, one he used for close-quarters combat. He passed close to Val on his right, slugging her on the back of the head as hard as he could and sending her toppling over onto the ground.

As Arabel, who fell off of the horse along with her aunt, screamed in shock and fear, Gavril turned around towards the source of the scream only to see his cousin bearing down on him. Startled, the man didn't have a chance to unsheathe his sword before Dagan threw the dirk at him, catching him in the neck.

Gavril plummeted to the ground, the enormous dirk in his neck that had not only cut off his air supply, but had severed a major artery. He lifted his hand to remove the weapon, but before he could even get a grip on it, he bled out all over the rocky, uneven road. Gavril de Reigate's life ended with a view of the heavens above on a lovely night, wondering what in the world had happened to make it all end this way.

With all of the screaming and chaos, Cantia's palfrey had bolted off the road, dumping both her and Hunt onto the ground. As she picked herself up and grabbed her son, having no idea what was going on, Dagan came thundering in her direction.

"Halt!" Dagan bellowed, seeing that she was preparing to run. "Stay where you are."

Frightened, Cantia froze. "What has happened?" She could hear Arabel crying. "Arabel! Is she injured? And where is Val?"

Dagan pulled his foaming charger to a halt, gazing down at the lovely Lady Penden and her tow-headed son. He tried not to feel guilty for what he had just done.

"Stay here and do not move," he instructed.

Uncertain, Cantia did as she was told, holding tight to Hunt as Dagan reined his charger over to where Val was lying unconscious in the grass by the side of the road. Arabel was sitting beside her aunt, weeping, as Dagan dismounted his charger and picked the girl up. Arabel wept harder, trying to resist him, as he carried the girl over to where Cantia and Hunt were huddled. Cantia instinctively held out her arms to the girl and Dagan deposited her into the waiting embrace.

Cantia wasn't a particularly large woman so holding Arabel was somewhat cumbersome, but she held her as tightly and as securely as she could manage. Arabel wrapped her thin arms around Cantia's neck, sobbing, as Cantia shushed her softly. Dagan stood in front of the pair, fists resting on his hips.

"Now," he began softly, with a firm yet sinister cast to his tone. "You and I have something to discuss, lady."

Cantia looked up from Arabel's lowered head. "What…?" she shook her head, her fear and confusion growing. "What are you talking about? Have we been attacked?"

Dagan shook his head. "We have not," he said. "What I did was necessary."

Cantia stared at him, his angular features beneath the muted moonlight, and her heart began to pound. "What you did?" she repeated. "What do you mean?"

Dagan wouldn't look over his shoulder at the carnage he had created. It was easier to pretend he was still an honorable knight if he didn't see it.

"Charles Penden has presented me with a proposal that I have decided to accept," he said. "You are to be my wife and, along with that, your property shall become mine. It is my intention to ransom the viscount's daughter for Charles Penden's release and your dowry, whereupon you, me, Charles and your son will be able to live quite comfortably anywhere we choose."

Cantia stared at him. It began to occur to her that what happened was not a random attack from unseen bandits, but an enemy that had come from within. Dagan, the big, quiet knight she'd barely said two words to since she had met him, had turned and Charles Penden was at the heart of it. By hook, crook or magic, Charles had somehow bewitched the man to turn against her. Damn him! Furious, terrified, she snapped.

"I am not Charles Penden's chattel to be brokered," she backed away from Dagan with Arabel in her arms. "And I am certainly not to be brokered to a lowly knight in exchange for a madman's freedom. Have you lost your senses?"

Dagan remained cool. "Fortunately, no," he said, rather drolly. "I realize this is something of a shock, Lady Penden, but perhaps you will come to understand my reasoning if you would allow me to explain."

Cantia was still backing away from him, nearly in a panic. "I will not listen to anything," she snarled, trying to get a glimpse of Val still lying in a heap near the road. "Let me see to Val immediately and you had better pray that she is not severely injured, do you hear me? You will go back to your horse and wait until we are ready to continue."

She was giving orders, trying to gain control of the situation, but Dagan would not relent. "You may not see to Val," he was standing between Cantia and Tevin's downed sister. Then he looked at Hunt, huddled apprehensively behind his mother. "Master Penden, you will go and retrieve your mother's palfrey. She is over by the tree line."

He was pointing but Hunt shook his head fearfully and burrowed his face into the back of his mother. Cantia was trying to edge her way in Val's direction.

"I am not going anywhere with you," she snarled. "You are mad, do you hear? I am going to help Val and I will kill you if you stand in my way."

Dagan's movements were slow, deliberate, as he kept himself between Cantia and Val. Cantia was trying very hard to reach the woman but it was difficult considering she had the burden of a small boy and a crippled girl. Dagan admired the woman's pluck.

"I understand and appreciate your loyalty, but you will forgive me when I deny you again," he said evenly. "Send your son to get your palfrey. I've already killed two this night and a third would not be such an effort if I feel my wants are not being met."

Cantia's rage took a dousing. She stared at the man. "Why are you doing this?" she finally asked, hoarsely. "What have we done that would make you do this to us?"

Dagan struggled against his innate sense of regret, of uncertainty. It was difficult to stay on course. "Nothing, my lady," he said after a moment. "But you must understand that you do not have any choice in the matter. The decision has been made. It would be best if you do not resist."

"Please… do not do this."

"Tell your son to retrieve your horse. Do it now."

Sickened, terrified, she swallowed her resistance and sent Hunt to gather the mare. In her arms, Arabel was sniffling and trembling, and she squeezed the girl reassuringly. The truth was that her arms were beginning to hurt, carrying the girl around, but she would not let on. The only other alternative was for Dagan to carry her and Cantia wasn't about to let the man touch her.

Frightened and edgy, Cantia found herself wondering how she could get herself and the children out of this. As it turned out, Geoff wasn't the one to worry about at all. It had been Charles and a rogue knight. The irony of the situation was unfathomable. She wondered if she would live long enough to tell Tevin.

As she stood several feet away from Dagan, inspecting the man, trying to determine her next course of action, a shrieking sound pierced the air a split second before something hit Dagan in the chest and the man grunted, hurling to the ground. Startled, Cantia screamed, realizing there was a big arrow protruding from Dagan's torso. Behind her, she could hear Hunt yelling, the yellow dog barking, and the palfrey nickering fearfully.

As she turned around, she could see men rushing from the trees. They were shrouded by shadows and it was difficult to get a good look at them, but she could hear Hunt hollering and panic swamped her.

"Hunt!" she screamed. "Hunt, come to me! Run!"

It was a futile call because Hunt was already being swallowed up by the phantom men. They were everywhere, like a swarm of locusts, and she could hear their frightening chatter. They only used the light of the moon to guide them as they overcame their victims. The next thing Cantia realized, someone put a blanket over her head as she tried to get away with Arabel in her arms. Struggling, fighting, Arabel was taken from her and she could hear the young girl screaming.

Terrified, Cantia fought like a wildcat as someone picked her up and hauled her off, wrapped up in a hot, smelly blanket so she couldn't see or get her arms free. She began screaming for the children, calling their name, before finally resorting to begging for their lives. But her abductors never said a word to her. They just kept running.

As quickly as they had emerged, they disappeared back into the darkness, leaving two dead knights in their wake.