Being on guard duty and all, they really shouldn’t leave their posts.
Boredom won out and Shlem nodded. “I’ll come with you,” he said. “Let’s make it fast.”
Cail nodded and they both began moving toward the ‘wisp’ in the woods.
“Kind of a quiet creature isn’t it?” asked Shlem.
“So I’ve heard,” he replied.
The ‘wisp’ seemed to be moving deeper into the woods as they reached the treeline. “Get it!” cried Shlem. “It’s getting away.” Rushing forward, he and Cail quickly moved through the trees in pursuit. Then, the ‘wisp’ disappeared.
“What…” began Cail when men jumped them from the shadows. He saw Shlem struck in the head and go down. Turning to flee, he felt a blunt object strike the back of his head and the lights went out.
“Tie them up,” said Bart. “They should be out for awhile.”
As the twins bound the soldiers, Bart gazed back to the manor. Kevik came to stand beside him. “A wisp,” he said with a grin. He had seen a real wisp once during a trip with his late master, and it hadn’t looked anything like his bobbing light.
“It worked didn’t it,” replied Bart.
“That it did,” Kevik agreed.
The rear of the house was darker than the front. Only one window on the ground floor held light, the others were dark. Still no other soldiers had yet made an appearance.
Coming up behind Bart, Seth said, “It’s done.”
Bart nodded. Taking one more look about the area he found it remained clear. “Let’s go,” he said. Moving out with the others following close behind, he crossed the open space to the back door. Once there, he again paused to make sure their presence remained undetected, then placed his hand on the door handle. Before opening it, he laid his ear against the wood of the door to listen. Not hearing anything, he cracked the door open.
Light immediately poured out, revealing them to anyone who might be looking. On the other side of the door was the kitchen. A servant was stacking bread and meats together on a tray. At the moment, he was unaware of being watched.
Bart drew his knife then pushed the door open a little further to make sure he was the only one in the room. As the door opened, the hinges creaked which drew the man’s attention toward the door. Before he had time to realize what was happening, Bart bolted through the door.
Nothing more than a gasp escaped the man before Bart had hold of him, the point of his knife held menacingly close to his throat. “Quiet,” Bart cautioned him. When the man nodded, Bart moved the knife a little bit away from his throat. “Riyan,” he said and indicated the door leading further into the house.
Riyan crossed the room and was at the door in a flash. Pushing it open a crack, he peered through. “It’s clear,” he said as he kept watch through the door.
“Okay,” Bart said, returning his attention to the servant. “How many are in the house?”
“There’s…” he began when from the door Riyan said, “Someone’s coming.”
“Shhh!” Bart said to the servant.
Riyan took another look through the crack then let the door close. Turning back to Chad, he said, “It’s Girg.” Girg was one of Rupert’s three cronies, and had caused Riyan and Chad no small amount of misery over the years. If he was here, then Rupert had to be too.
“Good,” Chad said as he came to stand before the door. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
Riyan stepped back just as the door opened and Girg stepped through. His eyes widened in shock when he saw who it was standing before him.
“Hi Girg,” Chad said then struck him as hard as he could in the stomach. As Girg doubled over, Chad brought his knee up hard and crushed his nose. Blood sprayed as his head was propelled back upward again. Grabbing hold of Girg’s shirt, Chad yanked him forcefully into the kitchen.
Blood gushed from Girg’s nose as the force of being yanked by Chad threw him hard into the table. Stumbling off balance, the table’s edge caught him in the sternum. For a brief moment, his upper torso laid across the table before it was dragged off when his lower body sank to the floor. Coming to rest, Girg didn’t move.
Soth went and knelt beside him. “Hit him kind of hard didn’t you?” he asked. Checking him, he turned to Chad and said, “He’s alive.”
“Too bad,” Chad said. Years of torment and harassment by Girg and the other two cronies of Rupert didn’t leave him with any room for remorse.
Riyan checked the other side of the door again and announced the coast was clear.
“Good,” Bart said, returning his attention to the servant. “Now, you were saying?” But the servant’s eyes were rolled up in the back of his head. He had passed out. “Great,” Bart said as he let the man drop to the floor.
“The stairs leading up aren’t too far away,” Riyan said. “We should find Freya and get out of here fast.” Glancing to the bloody mess that was the table and Girg, he knew that if someone should come in here, things would become complicated.
“Alright,” said Bart. “We’ll keep an eye on down here. You and Chad go get her.” When a surprise look came to Riyan at Bart not coming, he said, “She’s your lady faire.”
Riyan nodded. “We’ll be but a minute,” he said.
“Don’t take any longer than that,” advised Chyfe.
“It’s the room on the left at the end of the hall,” Bart told Riyan.
“Got it,” he said. Opening the door slightly, he saw that the hallway on the other side was clear. “Let’s go.” Moving through the doorway, he and Chad hurried to the stairwell and quickly ascended to the second floor.
The hallway at the top was clear so they turned to the left and headed for the end. They only made it two steps before the door at the end on the right, opened. The old fear welled up within Riyan when Rupert and his other two cronies left the room and entered the hallway.
As soon as Rupert saw them, he came to a surprised shock. Behind him, a crony said, “Well, if it isn’t sheep dung boy.”
“I thought I smelled something,” the other added. He and the first both started laughing.
Riyan remained still in the hallway as Rupert began moving closer. Beside him, Chad had his hand on the hilt of his sword.
“So Riyan,” Rupert said with a sneer, “you’ve returned? Did you come to pay your respects to my wife?”
“She’s not your wife yet, Rupert,” Riyan said. “And she never will be married to a swine such as you.” His initial fear at seeing Rupert was rapidly disappearing.
“You’re too late,” Rupert said. “We’re already married.” He could see the pain his words inflicted and reveled in it. “In fact, we’ve been consummating our marriage quite regularly. She plays such an active role, who would have thought she would love it so much.” Each word he spoke was a dagger into Riyan’s heart.
“Face it Riyan,” he said. “You lost.”
Riyan starred in stunned disbelief at Rupert. The smug look of self-righteous satisfaction on his face sparked a rage deep within him.
“Don’t believe him,” said Chad. “He’s a liar.”
Rupert’s face turned red with anger at the insult. “Get them boys,” he said to his two cronies.
“With pleasure,” they replied. Stepping past Rupert, they drew their swords and advanced toward Riyan and Chad.
Chad pulled his sword a second after Riyan. Together, they stood shoulder to shoulder to face the oncoming cronies.
“What are you going to do with those?” the one on the right asked. “Sheep dung boy and miller’s brat think they’re fighters.”
Rage, not nearly as blindingly hot as it had been on the riverbank, seethed within Riyan. Calculating coolness took over as he waited for them to draw nearer. Both he and Chad remained silent as the other two approached.
“Once you’re dead Riyan,” Rupert said, “perhaps I’ll share Freya with my boys.”
Riyan ignored the barb and waited for the one on the right to come. The look on the crony’s face said he thought this was going to be easy. But when he struck out and Riyan not only blocked his attack, but struck back, his confidence began to wane.
