Chapter Five
Westminster Palace
Chamber of the Guard
“… and after the party last night, God only knows how many noblemen with headaches we are going to have perusing the grounds,” Garret was saying.
“Just remember that most, if not all of them, are John’s allies and have no business here at Westminster.
We must remove them from the grounds as soon as possible. ”
He was speaking to a room full of knights and senior soldiers.
It was early in the morning and the men from the night watch were just going to bed as men from the day watch were heading out to their posts.
Garret was in command of fifty highly-trained knights but it was de Nerra, du Bois, Forbes, and Penden who formed his inner circle, men who weren’t relegated to a day watch or a night watch.
They attended both watches, sleeping a mere few hours at a time, because that was the example that Garret had set for them.
Zayin, too, was part of this group although it was in an unofficial capacity.
Although the men in Garret’s command accepted Zayin as one of their own, the truth was that he was not an English knight.
Some lesser-minded men saw him as the enemy, still, and it was a prejudice that Zayin had been forced to deal with.
He was a dark-skinned Arab in a land of white-skinned English, and the English weren’t very accepting of those who were different from them.
Still, Zayin took it all in stride and five years after leaving his homeland, he’d settled in with the English knights and went about his duties the same as they did, all of it directed at serving Garret, the man who had saved his life.
That debt he owed the man had yet to be paid off.
The longer Zayin remained in England, the more he wondered if it would be because he liked it here and he liked his friends.
It had been a good life for him, in spite of everything.
“How are we to remove John’s drunken guests, Garret?
” Gart asked. Leaning against the wall next to Zayin, he projected an imposing figure with his shaved skull, high cheekbones, and muscular body.
“John’s mercenaries have not left the grounds, either.
I put additional guards on the royal residence last night to protect it against any of those mercenaries who might entertain any bright ideas of breaching it. ”
Garret was clearly displeased with the morning-after John’s lavish party.
“Estimations were that John only had about two hundred men with him last night,” he said.
“They were mostly concentrated at the gate and in the hall. Any that were found wandering were quickly chased back into the hall. I can summon a thousand soldiers to run those bastards right out of Westminster if need be, so I suggest we form groups and go after these mercenaries, wherever they may be hiding, to clear them out. Bodily thrown them from Westminster if you have to. In fact, Gart will be in charge of organizing the groups. Once the mercenaries are out, go about your business with the nobility but be polite. No use in starting a war simply because we do not want them here.”
The knights nodded, looking at each other, agreeing with what they were being told. “Where is the prince?” Rhys asked. “I have not seen him since last night.”
Garret glanced at the big knight with the brilliant blue eyes. “I am told he is in the royal residence, so he is still on the grounds. I will deal with him when the time comes, so you men go about your business. Rid this place of John’s supporters and we shall all sleep better tonight.”
It was the end of his usual morning briefing and the senior soldiers began to filter out of the chamber, which was located in the great gatehouse, called South Gate, near the great hall and had a splendid view of the palace yard and the main gate.
It was the place where the Royal Guard gathered, as they were now, and it was for Garret’s personal use as well, as the Captain of the Royal Guard.
As the men began to filter out, followed by most of the knights, Garret’s inner circle remained behind because they knew there would be more instructions and conversation that didn’t involve the lesser ranks.
Gart moved to pour himself some warmed, watered wine as Rhys and Knox hunted down the food that was on the table behind Garret.
He’d had it brought to break his fast, but the bread and butter and boiled beef fell victim to those with appetites greater than his.
Garret did manage to get a piece of warm bread before it disappeared.
“What happened with Colchester’s party last night, Garret?” Gavin asked. “I went looking for you later in the evening but my sister said you had left with one of the duchess’ ladies.”
It was a fairly innocent question, asked purely out of curiosity, but Garret hadn’t been expecting it.
He wasn’t aware his men had known where he’d gone last night even though he’d been gone a few hours.
In fact, he felt rather embarrassed by the question because he didn’t want to tell his men why he’d taken a woman away from Westminster and into London to seek entertainment.
That would have sounded extremely foolish.
Therefore, he struggled to come up with a modified version of the truth.
“Did your sister tell you who the lady was?” he asked Gavin.
The man shook his head. “I did not get that far,” he said. “She told me where you’d gone and then she suddenly demanded that I dance with her. I do not like dancing with my sister.”
“Why not?”
“Because it makes me look pathetic. As if no other woman will dance with me!”
Over at the table, Knox Penden snorted. “It is the truth, Gavin,” he said, his mouth full of bread. “With that face, you scare all of the women away.”
Gavin lashed a hand in Knox’s direction and ended up thumping Rhys instead, which was never a good thing.
Young though he might be, Rhys du Bois was a master of the double-swords, which he kept strapped to specially-made sheathes on his back.
He wasn’t wearing his swords at the moment, but he had fists the size of a five-pound ham hock and he could strike a man unconscious with one blow.
When Gavin realized he’d hit Rhys, he held up his hands to the man in supplication, hoping the young knight wasn’t angered with him. As Rhys decided whether or not to retaliate, Knox simply continued laughing at him.
“I would not laugh if I were you, Penden,” Gavin said. “I shall strike you when you least expect it.”
Knox wasn’t concerned. A truly likable man and a loyal friend, he simply shrugged and went back to the food. Garret watched the situation, hoping that Gavin’s question had been forgotten because of it but, unfortunately for him, Gavin’s curiosity wasn’t so easily cast aside.
“Where did you take the lady last night?” he persisted. “And why you? If she was a Colchester woman, why not one of their men?”
Garret washed down his bread with watered wine.
“Because I happened to be there,” he said simply.
“I was speaking with my brother when it came to my attention that Hawisa had asked to meet one of Colchester’s women.
Of course, the woman was in a panic and since Rickard could not take her to safety, I volunteered. That is all there is to it.”
Zayin, who was seated over by the hearth, kept his mouth shut.
He was watching Garret casually answer the question and make it seem as if there was nothing to fuss over.
Perhaps that was true, but there was more to it than what he was telling his colleagues.
Still, that was no concern of Zayin’s, but it only confirmed to him that something about that lovely woman with the catch in her speech had Garret’s attention.
If she didn’t, he wouldn’t have struggled to appear so casual about the situation.
The wise, black-eyed knight was finally showing that he was human, after all.
As Zayin pondered Garret’s surprising interest in a woman, Gavin seemed satisfied with Garret’s answer and let the subject go.
Then conversation then turned to the party in general, comments on the entertainment and the food.
Everyone seemed quite impressed with it, even if it had been given by the prince.
Finally, with the food in the chamber eaten and the wine gone, the knights were about to leave to continue on with their duties when a familiar figure entered the solar.
Hubert Walter was the man who controlled England at this time.
With the king in France, and John and his supporters restless, the mantle of defense fell upon Walter.
In fact, it was Walter who commanded the Royal Guard as the Chief Justiciar, a position he had assumed when the former head of King Richard’s regency council had surrendered the position.
A man with a noble family history, he was also the Bishop of Salisbury, deeply loyal to Richard and to England, and the moment he entered the damp coolness of the solar, all chatter stopped. Garret was the first one to greet him.
“My lord,” he said. “A good morning to you.”
Walter headed in the direction of the table with the food on it, putting a hand on Gavin’s shoulder as he passed by the man.
Gaunt and middle-aged, he was a powerful man and wielded more power than any of his predecessors.
He was also somewhat likable, and an excellent communicator, which endeared him to the rank and file.
Garret and his knights were no exception; they respected Walter a great deal, far more than any other man who’d held the position.
“I see it is business as usual this morning,” Walter said as Rhys handed the man the last half-cup of warmed wine. “After last night’s orgy, I was taking wagers on who, exactly, would be moving without pain this morning. You men look well enough.”
Garret gave him a half-smile. “We were on duty, my lord,” he said, “and you know I do not allow my men to drink to excess on duty.”