Atticus didn’t respond for a moment, seemingly lost in his own world of grief and turmoil. He was trying very hard to think clearly, to plan what needed to be done. Anything to stave off the sorrow of Titus’ death. At the moment, he was pretending it never happened. He was ignoring it, hoping the anguish of it would leave him alone, at least for a while.Stay strong!
“Nay,” he said. “I will inform my father personally when I deliver Titus home. For now, my first task will be to return to Alnwick Castle to inform my brother’s wife, Lady de Wolfe, of her husband’s passing. I can make it to Alnwick in four or five days, but I will need a good mount. I lost my horse in battle this morning.”
Warenne put a hand on him, stopping him from charging right out of the tent and jumping on the nearest horse to ride to Alnwick Castle. “Wait, Atticus,” he said. “With our defeat, Northumberland’s army must all return to Alnwick immediately and reinforce her against an onslaught by Edward’s forces. I realize you want to return at this moment, but look around you; with Henry Percy dead, Northumberland is in need of leadership. With Titus gone, that unfortunately falls to you. You need to secure the men and organize them for their return to Alnwick where you may then inform Lady de Wolfe of her husband’s passing.”
Atticus looked at Warenne, his expression torn between Titus’ death and the immediate plans for Northumberland’s survival. With their defeat at Towton, everything was in question now. That is, everything but one particular point.
“There are other Northumberland knights to assist with that,” he said, his jaw flexing. “There is le Bec, Wellesbourne, and both de Russe knights. There is even Lady de Wolfe’s brother. There are at least five excellent knights to organize the men to return home, but for me, there are things I must do.”
Warenne didn’t like the rather deadly look in the man’s eye. “I have not seen Lady de Wolfe’s brother for hours,” he said. “Le Bec, Wellesbourne, and both de Russe knights are already out assessing the damage. You are needed very badly, Atticus. You must organize the breakdown of Northumberland’s encampment and make sure the wounded are separated for the return home. You must also ensure that the earl himself makes it back to Alnwick and to his family. We have a new Earl of Northumberland now, you know. A twelve-year-old lad must now helm a mighty empire.”
Atticus’ hazel eyes were riveted to Warenne, the deadly gleam evident. He didn’t seem swayed by the fact that a child was now his liege. “I cannot help, Ren,” he said. “You will forgive me, but there are things I must now do that do not include Northumberland’s future.”
Atticus had never disobeyed an order in his life so his answer surprised Warenne. Technically, he wasn’t Atticus’ liege but he was his superior. Atticus was bound to obey him. But, then again, men suffering the pangs of grief could behave oddly.
“Atticus, please,” Warenne begged quietly. “You will have all the time you need to tend to the things you must do but for the next few hours, will you please take charge of Northumberland’s troops and move them away from this place? You cannot walk away when you are needed most.”
Atticus’ expression hardened. “I must find de la Londe and de Troiu,” he said, his tone a growl. “There is no negotiation on this. I must find these men and I must kill them.”
Warenne knew that; he’d known the moment Atticus had entered his tent and had been told of the treachery against his brother that Atticus would seek out those who had betrayed Titus. He also knew there was no way he could stop him; more than love or passion, vengeance was perhaps the strongest emotion of all. It could move mountains or dam rivers. Onceit was in a man’s veins, it was not easily removed until the vengeance itself was sated. That was the only antidote. Warenne sighed faintly.
“Atticus, you must listen to me or your father will lose two sons,” he said, his voice low. “You must return to Alnwick so that you may inform Lady de Wolfe of her husband’s passing. You must also inform all of Alnwick that there is a new earl. In fact, I will go with you to accomplish this. Henry was my friend, you know. I will then send men with you to escort Titus back to Wolfe’s Lair for burial. Those are the things that must be done first. After that, you will be free to seek out de Troiu and de la Londe to do what must be done. All I ask is that you not act rashly or without great consideration to the situation. A man who acts without thought in a hazardous situation is as good as dead and right now, you are prepared to run off and get yourself killed. Do you think de Troiu and de la Londe will simply throw aside their swords and allow you to kill them? Of course they will not. They are seasoned men, just as you are. They will defend themselves against you and if they have the chance, they will kill you. I cannot bear to lose yet another friend. Please, Atticus…think.”
Atticus was glaring at Warenne by the time the man finished but Warenne also realized that it wasn’t so much of a glare as it was an expression of extreme grief and disappointment. There was great pain reflecting in Atticus’ eyes because he knew Warenne, a wise and just man even at his young age of thirty-three years, was correct. Atticus had to be smarter than those he sought to kill, which meant he had to be methodical in their extermination. Running off blindly to challenge them would more than likely not work. His sense of revenge, that age-old hatred that was filling his heart, would have to wait for the moment.
But its time would come.
“I will not stop,” Atticus finally said. “I will never stop until de Troiu and de la Londe are dead.”
“I know.”
“Then understand this has nothing to do with Norfolk seeking to turn Northumberland knights into traitors and everything to do with justice for my brother.”
“Killing them will not bring Titus back.”
“Mayhap not. But they will be punished for what they did. I cannot let their deed go unanswered.”
Warenne was coming to think that he’d already lost Atticus; the man was singularly focused on revenge. Not that he blamed him. There were shadows of revenge in his heart, too, cast there by a day of defeat and sorrow. He’d seen his mighty army humbled, his men killed, friends killed, and his cause badly damaged. The battle at Towton had been a disaster all the way around. He cleared his throat softly.
“When you do kill them,” he whispered, “twist the sword just a bit more for my sake, so that I may fulfill my sense of vengeance as well. Titus did not deserve what they did to him.”
For the first time, Atticus could see that Warenne, too, held the same sense of punishment that he did. It was as close to revenge as the even-tempered earl could come and Atticus finally felt as if the man understood somewhat. That moment of clarity helped Atticus a great deal. It made him much more willing to obey Warenne’s immediate commands.
“Nay, he did not,” Atticus finally said, hanging his head because he could no longer look the man in the eye. His sense of grief was now threatening to overwhelm his sense of rage.Stay strong!God help him, he was trying. “That being said, I will pull the men together. I will ride to Alnwick with the army. I will return Titus home. But after that, I go on the hunt for de Troiu and de la Londe.”
“I know.”
Atticus drew in a long, deep breath, struggling to focus on the tasks that lay ahead. He struggled to push aside his grief for the moment, clearing his mind. “You say that you have seen le Bec, Wellesbourne, and both de Russe knights,” he said. “I must go in search of Tertius. Let us pray that Lady de Wolfe has not lost her brother in addition to her husband this day.”
Vastly relieved that Atticus seemed to be calming, Warenne nodded his head. “Find de Shera,” he said. “As I said, I have not seen him in hours. The last I saw of the man, he was to the north near Cock Burn. You may want to start there.”
Atticus nodded, thinking of Tertius de Shera, a knight who was also his friend. In fact, he was close with all of Northumberland’s knights. Three of them were cousins, all grandsons of the great Richmond le Bec– Sir Kenton le Bec was the son of Richmond’s eldest son, while Sir Adam Wellesbourne had married Kenton’s cousin, Audrey, the daughter of Richmond’s youngest daughter and the mighty Bastian de Russe. Lastly, Sir Alec le Bec was the son of Richmond’s second son, Gannon. All three of these knights were related, as were the de Wolfe brothers and Tertius de Shera because Titus had married Tertius’ sister. Warenne had a close-knit stable of knights because of these family ties and he liked it that way. Men who were linked by blood were sometimes more loyal and bonded than others.
But it was a bond that had been shattered this day between Atticus and Titus. Already, Atticus felt lost and alone because he’d never been without his brother. Finally acknowledging Warenne’s command, he couldn’t help but glance at his brother as he prepared to quit the tent. He shouldn’t have done it because one glance at Titus’ ashen face fractured the weak composure. He broke away from Warenne and returned to his brother’s corpse, dropping to his knees beside the man and pulling him into his arms.
No one had expected that sudden move; one moment, Atticus was speaking with Warenne and the next, he was on his knees, clutching Titus against him. The surgeon, who had been cleaning the man up, was very nearly pushed out of the way as Atticus held his brother for the very last time. It was a deeply poignant and sorrowful moment, one of finality.
Atticus couldn’t leave without bidding his farewell to Titus in his own way. He loved his brother deeply and holding the man’s cooling body against him somehow made everything more real; life and death and the sense of vengeance that was starting to eat away at Atticus’ soul. Already, it was like a cancer, threatening to consume him. Hugging Titus against him, he whispered in the man’s ear.
