Kenton didn’t say what he was thinking;they have probably already moved on.Nay, he didn’t say that at all. He knew that would not be well-met by Atticus so he simply nodded and went about his business. Already, Kenton felt as if the situation were out of their control, especially with Norfolk’s ulterior motivenow revealed. Did the man truly want Atticus in his fold or did he simply want him dead? They would have to be on their guard constantly.
A bad situation was only going to grow worse.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ionian scale in C– Lyrics to Home
home, my sweet, where e’er ye roam,
to home my heart ye come,
The world is a cruel and darkly realm,
but yer hearth will remain yer stead.
—(possibly by) Isobeau de Shera de Wolfe, 15th c.
Isobeau had neverseen anything like it in her life.
After hearing the servants fearfully whispering about an envoy from Norfolk at the gates of Wolfe’s Lair, she had wrapped herself up in a heavy, woolen cloak and followed the trail of whispers, nervous servants, and uneasy soldiers to the wall walk of the fortress. She had seen the crowd of men gathered up near the gatehouse and she had seen Atticus and Kenton as they left the compound and went outside the great gates.
It seemed odd, everyone watching what was going on outside of the walls by the gatehouse. Inherently curious, Isobeau mounted the stairs to the wall and had moved among the soldiers for a view of what was happening. Strangely enough, no one questioned her or tried to stop her; they simply moved aside when she came near. That aversion afforded her a very clear view of Atticus’ battle with the enemy knights.
At first, she had been terrified but the more she watched, the more fascinated she became. It had truly been a sight to behold.At first, Atticus seemed to only be speaking with the six men who had ridden to the gates of Wolfe’s Lair but that all changed in a fraction of a second. Where there had once been six men, a hail of arrows left only two, and Atticus has completed a skilled and cunning move to disable one of the remaining knights so that there was only a single healthy man to face him. But that man, too, quickly succumbed to The Lion’s talent as a knight. As Isobeau had watched with shock and awe, Atticus had effectively subdued the second knight so that the man was at his feet, begging for mercy. At least, that was what it looked like.
Isobeau had never seen anything like it.
It had been a terrible and tense situation but in the end, the remaining knight had been sent away while his companion, injured, had been carried into Wolfe’s Lair. After that, the show was over and the men on the wall seemed to disburse as Isobeau made her way down the slippery stone steps to the inner ward of the fortress. De Wolfe soldiers were carrying the injured knight into the great hall whilst Atticus, now with Solomon clinging to him, entered the enclosure. The great gates closed, creaking and groaning, behind them.
Isobeau watched the very big, very silent knight, Kenton, move off towards the stables whilst Atticus and Solomon seemed involved in deep and quiet conversation. Solomon kept shaking his head, putting his hands on Atticus’ face, seemingly very distressed over what had occurred.
In silence, Isobeau watched the two men, feeling like an outsider and wondering what had happened. Thinking perhaps that she should return to her chamber, as she was feeling quite cold and still somewhat weak from the events of the previous day, she turned back for the stairs that led to her chamber when she heard Atticus’ voice call to her.
“My lady?” he said. “Isobeau?”
Isobeau came to an abrupt stop, whirling around to see Atticus heading towards her. His expression was warm in spite of his nose being red, pinched by the cold, and he reached out to gently take her elbow as he came up on her.
“What are you doing out here?” he asked. “The last I saw, you were warm and cozy in your chamber.”
She gazed up into his handsome face, thinking it rather surprising that a man she had seen easily disable two heavily armed knights not moments before was now here by her side, appearing completely unflustered and calm. As if he hadn’t been in a fight for his life mere minutes before. Cool, collected… it was a testament to The Lion’s faith in his talents. Above all else, he would survive no matter what.
“You left so abruptly I thought that something might be amiss,” she said after a moment. “When I heard the servants whispering about a Norfolk escort, I had to come and see what was happening.”
His warm expression faded somewhat. “What did you see?”
She shrugged. “Enough, I suppose,” she said. “I saw you fight those two knights. Why did you do that? Were they truly from Norfolk?”
He sobered, glancing over his shoulder at his father, who was being escorted into the great hall by a few servants who had learned to take care of the man. Solomon was fortunate in that he had a small army of servants who would tend his every need and that was why neither Atticus nor Titus every truly worried about the man. His servants of the body were very loyal. With his father taken care of, Atticus was able to focus on Isobeau and he grasped her elbow, leading her back in the direction of her chamber.
“Come along,” he said quietly. “Let us break our fast and I will tell you all.”
Isobeau gathered her skirt so it wouldn’t drag over the muddy, frozen ground as she permitted Atticus to escort her. “Should I not have come?” she asked him, sensing his morose mood. “I did not mean to do anything wrong if you did not want me to leave my chamber.”
He shook his head, carefully leading her up the old, stone stairs. “You did not do anything wrong,” he said. “And those men were, indeed, from de Mowbray. It would seem that the man is attempting yet again to gain the loyalty of the House of de Wolfe, at the very least. At the very most, he wants all of Northumberland’s knights.”
Isobeau was listening with interest. “Why would you say that?”
They reached the second level and began taking the steps to the third. “Because I have learned that the men who betrayed and murdered my brother have gone to Wellesbourne Castle in an attempt to coerce Adam Wellesbourne’s father into swearing fealty to Edward,” he said. “These are very complex times, my lady, made worse by Norfolk’s subversion. He does not seem to be willing to take a straight denial in exchange for the question of loyalty to Edward. Now, he is going to work on the families of the knights in order to elicit an oath for Edward.”
