De Troiu shrugged. “My family is from Northumberland,” he said. “I was born at Deauxville Mount Castle. It will be mine when my father dies.”
De la Londe glanced at him. “Then you have no need for the wealth Norfolk can provide.”
“I will take anything he gives me.”
De la Londe snorted into his cup. Further conversation was cut short, however, when Andrew reappeared and took his seat on the opposite side of the table. When de la Londe and de Troiu looked at him, expectantly, he grinned.
“I am having some of my private wine brought up from the vaults,” he said. “It is wine I only share on special occasions and I would assume this is one of those times. Now, tell me more about my son. What has happened to him?”
De la Londe and de Troiu looked at each other, each man expecting the other to reply since neither of them really had an idea what to say, but de Troiu made it clear he had no intention of answering. He wasn’t the one who had told Wellesbourne his son had been injured. That being the case, de la Londe had no choice but to speak.
“An archer strike,” he said in a vague description. “There were thousands of Edward’s archers that day. The physic expects him to fully recover.”
That answer seemed to satisfy Andrew for the most part. “I see,” he said. “I will have to tell his wife. Audrey is here at Wellesbourne, you know. She is pregnant with their third child.”
De la Londe nodded; he had caught a glimpse of the woman when they had arrived, a lovely blond with a big belly. “He has two older boys, does he not?”
Andrew nodded. “Matthew is ten and fostering at Kenilworth along with his brother, Mark, who his eight,” he said. “Matthew will be a great knight. He is bright and big and cunning. I am not entirely sure about Mark yet, but time will tell.”
De la Londe and de Troiu simply nodded. De la Londe drained the last of his wine whilst de Troiu found interest in the candied fruits on the table. Andrew watched both men with a hawk-like stare, his dark gaze moving between the pair, knowing what was coming for them. With the excuse of having more wine brought from the storage vaults, he’d sent a servant running for de Royans and de Llion. He soon expected his knights in the hall, heavily armed, and he was counting the seconds with great anticipation. De la Londe and de Troiu had declared themselves to be enemies. He would treat them as such. But he had to trap them before they could make the first move against him.
“You have not yet wed, have you, Simon?” Andrew asked, making conversation until help arrived. “I seem to remember hearing you had a contract marriage. Or mayhap it was someone else; I cannot recall.”
De la Londe shook his head. “It was not me,” he said. “That was Titus. He married a de Shera.”
Andrew was impressed. “The Lords of Thunder,” he murmured. “The family is old and distinguished. They are related to the hereditary kings of Anglesey as well as the House of de Wolfe, if I recall correctly. So Titus married a cousin?”
De la Londe shrugged. “A very distant one, I think,” he said. “Truthfully, I do not know much about the de Wolfes and the deSheras. Titus’ wife, the former Isobeau de Shera, seems pleasant enough. She is quite beautiful.”
Andrew thought on the widowed young wife. “Tragic,” he said. It was then that he noticed de Royans and de Llion appear in the entry, fully armed. Since de la Londe and de Troiu had their backs to the hall entrance, they could not see what Andrew saw. Therefore, he sought to keep their attention. “Now, tell me more about your opinion of Henry’s future following Towton. You are proposing that I make a very big decision. I would have all of the information necessary to make the best decision possible.”
De la Londe spoke up, encouraged that the man was asking such questions and completely oblivious to the threat stalking up behind him. “You must understand the scope of the support that Edward had at Towton,” he said. “Warwick was there, no less. It would seem to me that if Warwick is supporting Edward, then the man must be worth that measure of respect.”
Andrew lifted an eyebrow, his focus on the two men in front of him even though he could see de Royans and de Llion coming up behind them in his periphery. He didn’t want to tip them off. “Indeed,” he said. “But let us be frank; all Warwick wants is power and he will support the king most likely to give it to him.”
De la Londe opened his mouth to reply but was cut short when de Royans brought the hilt of his broadsword down on the back of de la Londe’s skull. De Troiu had no time to react at all before de Llion was smashing him against the back of the skull, too. Both men fell in a heap to the ground, wallowing at the feet of the knights who had just disabled them. Victorious, Andrew leapt to his feet.
“Excellent,” he hissed, moving around the table to get a better look at his unconscious victims. “The vile bastards.”
Juston de Royans, a big man with blond hair, peered curiously at Andrew. “What has happened, my lord?” he asked,concerned. “We received your message to incapacitate these men at all costs. What goes on in here? Did they threaten you?”
Andrew frowned at de la Londe, who was trying very hard to wake up. He kicked the man in the head to still him. “Lying bastards,” he said. “They came here under the guise of friendship and fed me lies. More than that, they have declared their support for Edward. Put them both in the vault and make sure they are secure. Consider them enemies, is that clear?”
De Royans and de Llion were rather surprised at the news, looking down at their victims as they splayed across the dirt floor. More men-at-arms were now entering the hall, pulling de la Londe and de Troiu off the ground. De Llion went with the prisoners to secure them in the vault but de Royans remained behind. He was still quite confused.
“Support for Edward?” de Royans repeated, astonished. “I do not understand. They are Northumberland knights.”
Andrew nodded, disgust in his manner. “I know,” he said. “But there is something afoot in Northumberland’s world, something terrible, and I will know the truth of it. I must send word to Adam immediately about these two traitors and find out what is really going on. De la Londe tried to tell me that everyone in the north is swearing fealty to Edward but I know that is not true. It cannot be. Send me the fastest messenger we have, someone who is not afraid of rough travel. This will be a perilous journey but it must be done.”
“I will go, my lord,” de Royans said. “I can make it there quickly. I will see for myself what is happening in Northumberland and report back to you.”
Andrew considered the offer. “I do not like sending one of my two remaining knights to the north, but I suppose it makes the most sense,” he said. “You are strong and courageous, and can make the journey with little trouble. Very well, Juston; you will go. Ride to Alnwick and find out what in the name of Christis going on up there. If you can, bring Adam home. I am not entirely sure I want him with Northumberland any longer. Tell my son that I want him to come home.”
De Royans was just as confused as his liege was about the entire situation; Andrew was speaking of things that didn’t seem possible, but if Andrew Wellesbourne said there was trouble afoot in Northumberland’s world, then Juston believed him.
As Andrew followed his men out of the hall, following the prisoners with the intention of making sure, with his own eyes, that they were locked away, de Royans headed to the knight’s quarters to begin collecting his possessions. It would be a long and difficult journey to the north, one he didn’t relish. But, as Wellesbourne had said, strange dealings were afoot and the truth must be uncovered.
There was betrayal in the air.
