Chapter Seven #3
After his discussion with Trevyn, Keller had returned to the crowd of Nether inhabitants and gave orders to release them, and that included the servants.
He stood in the cold, bright bailey, discussing the schedule of the day as his men assumed their new posts and the servants flooded back into the kitchens, keep, and hall.
Screams from the servants returning to the great hall and finding the bloodied corpse of Trevyn d’Einen alarmed the English knights, sending all four of them racing into the hall to find a scene of death before them.
Unfortunately, some of the servants had seen Keller and William emerge from the great hall just before Trevyn’s body had been discovered, so the rumors began to fly fast and furious that Trevyn had been murdered by the new lord of Nether.
George and Aimery heard the whisperings and yelled at the servants, which upset them more.
A good deal of weeping and commotion went on around them as Keller and William tried to sort through the chaos and figure out what had happened.
The first thing Keller did was have George and Aimery herd the hysterical servants out of the hall.
When the weeping subsided and an eerie silence settled, Keller was able to think more clearly.
As he gazed down at the body, it appeared as if the man had killed himself because of the hand against the knife hilt and the way the body was laying, but to Keller, the scene was puzzling at best. He had spoken to the man only minutes earlier and he had seemed well enough.
Certainly not upset enough to take his life.
It was a most puzzling circumstance and a disturbing one as well.
“This does not make any sense,” he said as he stood over the body. “D’Einen did not seem depressed enough to take his own life, and certainly not by stabbing himself with a bread knife. The blade is dull and it would have taken a great deal of force to push it through skin and bone.”
William was kneeling beside the corpse, shaking his head with bewilderment.
“It would not have been a simple or painless way to die,” he said, inspecting the knife shoved deep into Trevyn’s chest. “But if someone else did this, who would it be? All of the occupants of Nether were under guard one way or the other. There was no one else around.”
Keller’s dusky eyes were grim. “No one that we know of,” he said quietly. “It is entirely possible that there was someone else wandering this fortress that we did not know of.”
William was still looking at the body. “That is possible,” he agreed. “Do you have any ideas about it?”
“Mayhap Gryffyn has not left the fortress as was speculated.”
William looked up at him, the light of realization going on in his eyes.
“Mayhap he was here all along,” he concurred, standing up and brushing his hands off on his breeches.
“You said that he tried to coerce Lady de Poyer into killing you. Is it possible he thought his father was a traitor as well? Enough to drive him to murder the man?”
Keller shrugged his shoulders, looking down at the cooling corpse.
“We have had one altercation with the man and it was enough to tell me that he is unpredictable and brutal,” he said, keeping his voice lowered so the servants wouldn’t hear him.
“It is quite possible he is hiding here at Nether, evading our searches, and waiting for the proper time to strike.”
William listened seriously. He pondered the situation, his gaze moving back to the corpse of Trevyn.
“Then mayhap we have been going about this all wrong,” he said after a moment.
“Gryffyn has lived here his entire life and would know where to hide to evade us. We could search for years and still never find him, so instead of going in search of him, we must bring him to us.”
Keller’s eyebrows lifted. “A trap?”
“Indeed.”
Keller liked the idea. In fact, it made a good deal of sense. “He wants me dead,” he said. “It would make the most sense to use me as bait.”
William shook his head. “Nay, it would not,” he replied softly.
“You said that your wife told you that Gryffyn would kill his entire family if she did not do his bidding. It is quite possible that Gryffyn has already started that task, first with his father and next with his sisters. It would make the most sense to use one of them as bait and since the little one is so skittish, it would make the most sense to use your wife.”
Keller hastened to disagree. “He admitted that the arrow that struck George was meant for me,” he reminded William. “I told you what Lady de Poyer said to that regard, so the man is indeed out to kill me. I say let him try.”
Again, William shook his head. “That would not be wise, Keller,” he said.
“Think on it this way; as we have seen, Gryffyn would not attack you man to man. Rather than do that, he relied on an arrow, so it would seem he is not confident in a confrontation of brute strength against brute strength. He is much more apt to attack a weaker person physically, your wife for example, because it makes him feel more powerful. She makes him feel omnipotent and you are a challenge to that sense of power. Therefore, she is the better bait because he will come to her, knowing he can best her.”