I never did like him and his ways.
“In any event, that night the mansion caught fire, and all was lost. You see, living out where we did, there weren’t enough of us to quench it.
“Pons was missing, along with what little money I had left. Some think he died in the fire, but I don’t believe it is true. Regardless, now that the mansion was gone, I then went to live with Lisette and Lord Jaufre, him being the closest and all.”
Camille sighed and said, “And that’s where our courier found you?”
Giles shook his head and said, “No, he found me at Felise’s.”
Camille frowned. “Felise? What happened to Lisette?”
“She ran away with the apothecary.”
Camille’s eyes flew wide. “What? But what about Lord Jaufre?”
“He wasn’t a nice man, Camille.”
“Not nice? What do you mean?”
“Well, every night when he and Lisette went to bed, he would take those dogs with him.”
“Dogs?”
“Hounds,” said Giles. “Big ones.”
Camille turned up a hand. “And…?”
“Night after night I could hear Lisette crying, and Lord Jaufre laughing, and the dogs panting.”
“Oh, my,” said Camille, shuddering, imagining the worst, then shying away from that thought. “Then that’s why she ran away.”
“Non,” said Giles. “She ran away with the apothecary after Lord Jaufre died of acute indigestion, or so the apothecary who was also the coroner ruled. We buried Jaufre the next day, along with his six dogs, who, strangely, died that very same night as well.”
Camille drew in a sharp breath, but otherwise remained silent, her imagination running wild in another direction.
“Lisette became a very wealthy widow,” said Giles, “and that’s when she ran away, and I moved to Felise and Allard’s.”
Camille shook her head. “What’s the apothecary’s name? — The one Lisette lives with.”
“I don’t know,” said Giles. “Besides, she doesn’t live with him.”
“Doesn’t live with-”
“Non, Camille. Within a week or two, news came that the apothecary had vanished, run away said Lisette. But she is all right, quite happy, I think, for Felise told me Lisette is often seen gadding about with a young man on each arm.”
Camille fell back into her chair and gazed wide-eyed at Giles. “And here I thought I had had an adventure, but it seems to me that you-”
“Camille!” came a cry, and she turned to see Prince Alain riding toward her on a handsome bay.
Overwhelmed with the wonder of it all, nevertheless Giles accepted the regency of L’Ile de Camille; he would spend some time under the tutelage of Lanval, learning to read and write and to keep the books, as well as beginning to understand all that being a prince regent entailed. He would continue this way until it came time to leave for the port of Atterrage, there to meet with Captain Kolor and take the North Wind to the isle. Once on the isle, it would be Andre who would take up Giles’s education, and Giles would train alongside his steward-to-be Jules. In the interim at the manor, Giles attended all matters concerning Alain’s principality of Summerwood, for he needed to be tutored in affairs of state as well as those of estate… one event of which came just nine days after Giles’s arrival.
“Oh, Giles, come quick,” said Camille. “ ’Tis a rade, a rade, a magnificent rade, for Alain’s sisters and brother have come.”
“Raid?” blurted Giles. “Do I need a weapon? I don’t know how to use one. Perhaps I could wield a club or throw rocks.”
Camille laughed. “No, no, Little Frere. Not an r-a-i-d, but an r-a-d-e. Now quickly, dress in your finest, for Celeste and Liaze and Borel are here, and Borel has brought his Wolves.”
As Giles hurriedly dressed, Camille ran to her own closet and called for Celine. With the handmaiden’s aid, she slipped into an elegant indigo gown, a sprinkle of white pearls across the bodice and tiny white insets in the sleeves. Celine shod Camille in indigo slippers and gave her a white fan for her wrist, and the handmaiden wove indigo ribbons throughout Camille’s golden hair.
Then down the staircase Camille dashed, Scruff flying after, Giles coming behind, and they stood in the portico door and ooh ed and ahh ed as they watched the cavalcade come, with Borel’s Wolves loping into view first. Then came a splendid procession of high-prancing horses, with decorative tack and high-cantle saddles and riders accoutered in silks and satins. Up the white-stone way they came to curve ’round before the manor in great panoply and then to stop. As attendants stepped forward and took the reins of the horses, Camille grabbed Giles by the hand and hurried to stand on the granite-and-malachite, oak-tree inlay in the great welcoming hall, Scruff now on her shoulder.
Alain came to stand beside them, as did Lord Valeray and Lady Saissa.
And then Lanval at the entry called out, “The Ladies Celeste and Liaze and the Lord Borel.”
But as Celeste and Liaze and Borel saw their sire and dam whole and hale before them, and saw Alain standing in daylight uncursed, all formality dissolved into laughter and tears and hugging and questions flying and answers lost and Scruff’s agitated chirping.
“… and with the resolution of that final riddle, thus were your parents restored.”
Silence fell ’round the great dining table as Camille’s recounting came to the end, and each one there pondered what they had been told, some for the second time. Finally Borel said, “What would you have done Alain, without this girl?”
“Married a Troll, I expect,” said Giles.
Borel looked at the lad in surprise, but then burst into guffaws of laughter, all others joining in.
Yet when it died down, Valeray said, “Thanks to ‘this girl,’ as you called her, Borel, he was spared that hideous fate, as were we all. Nevertheless the question remains, now what are we to do? Stop Hradian, I would say, ere she finds a way to release Orbane.”
Murmurs of agreement circled the dining table, and Celeste said, “Borel, when you last located the witch, it was in the Winterwood, correct?”
Borel nodded. “Aye. There in the cursed part.”
Saissa sighed. “I was so sad when I first heard that a part of your most lovely demesne had fallen under bane.”
Borel nodded and glanced at Camille and said, “Probably cursed by Hradian herself to keep curious eyes away.”
“And on the most direct route unto the mortal world,” said Liaze. Then she added, “Not that anyone ever goes there but our dear brother Alain, and whatever for, I wonder?” Then she grinned at Camille.
“Are you two married yet?” asked Celeste.
“The banns are posted,” said Alain-he glanced at his father-“and a king notified.”
Borel looked from sire to brother, and said, “What say somewhile after the wedding, we three get a warband together and run down the witch?”
“Done!” said Alain
“Done!” said Valeray.
“Done!” said Camille.
All at the table looked at her in startlement, all but Alain that is. Lord Valeray frowned and said, “One moment there, my daughter-to-be, we will be opposing magic, and that’s no place for a girl.”
“Father,” said Alain, a bit sharply, “ne’er were there a braver girl with a truer heart nor a more clever wit, and without her, you and mother and I would all be captives of Olot and his Redcaps on Troll Island, and I would still be cursed as a Bear and be married to Dre’ela, and you would yet know yourselves to be Blanche and Renaud and be slaves to Goblins and Trolls. And as for opposing magic, she has done so, though perhaps not directly. Too, she faced down a Dragon, and battled a monster in the sea, and which of us can say we’ve done the same? Nay, sire, no matter the peril, she is welcome to come, along with her little Scruff too, for did not the Fates so say?
