Chapter Nineteen #3
After a moment, his focus moved back to the missive. The more he looked at it, the more disgusted and enraged he became. By the time the knights joined him in the small hall, he had been working on a steady simmer for at least a half of an hour.
Woe betide the man who truly enraged Keller de Poyer.
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“It bears the seal of Shropshire,” Keller told his knights.
“I can only assume that d’Einen either stole a seal or had one made.
Who’s to know how he came across it in the first place, but he evidently has.
This is the last time this man will try to deceive me.
If he truly believes I am stupid enough to fall for this, then he is in for a rude awakening.
I will play his game but I will win it, once and for all. ”
Rhys was reading the missive as Keller spoke. The other knights were looking rather disgusted by the entire thing, enraged and frustrated as Keller was that Gryffyn d’Einen was going to such lengths to destroy him. As Keller fumed, Rhys glanced over at him.
“Are we completely sure this was written by d’Einen?” he asked. “No disrespect intended towards your wife, but I have seen Shropshire’s seal and this is it. What if this truly came from Shropshire and the handwriting is from someone else who scribes similarly to Lady de Poyer’s brother?”
Keller wasn’t offended. In fact, he nodded his head in agreement to everything Rhys was saying.
“I have thought on that myself,” he said.
“My wife is convinced it is her brother’s writing and given that we’ve been attacked twice now by Welsh rebels, with no true knowledge of how the rebels always seemed to know our every movement, my suspicion has been that Gryffyn d’Einen has been behind it all along watching everything we do.
This missive, if indeed written by him, would only confirm that suspicion. The man is trying to destroy me.”
Rhys drew in a long, slow breath. “I cannot disagree with you,” he said.
“But unless we have someone who comes to us and confirms that he saw d’Einen write this missive, we must go on the assumption that it indeed came from Shropshire and that Shropshire is calling for aid. We cannot refuse the call.”
Keller sighed heavily. “I am aware of that,” he said. “But let us assume it is not from Shropshire and that d’Einen indeed sent it. For what purpose? The only logical assumption is that he is trying to get me out of Nether, but why? To attack my army on the road?”
Behind him, William shook his head firmly.
“Nay, Keller,” he said. “I had dealings with d’Einen, lest you forget.
I saw the man in action. It would be my guess that he is trying to remove you from Nether altogether.
With you away, the castle will be vulnerable to a rebel attack. He is trying to get you out.”
Keller looked at William, pondering his statement. With another heavy sigh, he turned away from his knights and began pacing. The knuckle-popping started again, in earnest, as it usually did when he was frustrated. It was his habit of choice. Carefully, he considered the situation.
“So he is trying to remove me,” he muttered, more to himself than to the others. “He wants to remove me so he can claim Nether and, more importantly, claim his sisters. He knows I would not take the women with me on a battle march, so I can only assume he wants to get at them.”
“He will kill them, Keller,” William said quietly. “You know this to be true.”
Keller nodded, his gaze lingering on William.
“I cannot go the rest of my life fighting off my wife’s brother,” he said.
“Eventually, I may fail and the results could be devastating. He would reclaim both Nether and my wife, and this I could not stand for. It would therefore stand to reason that I must eliminate him. I have been spending all of my time on the defensive. Mayhap it is time to go on the offensive and eliminate the man once and for all.”
William and Gart, who was standing next to William, nodded in agreement. “He means to destroy you,” Gart insisted. “You must destroy him first.”
Keller knew that. He paused a moment, staring up at the ceiling as he thought over the situation carefully. He had the finest knights in all of England on his side. It was time he used them to his advantage.
“Very well,” he decided, finally turning to look at the group. “If d’Einen wants me out of Nether, then mayhap I shall go. At least, to his eyes, I shall be taking my army to Shropshire, but in reality, I will be here at Nether, waiting for him to make his move.”
“A trap?” William cocked an eyebrow. “An excellent idea. What did you have in mind?”
Keller scratched his head in thought. “How many men do I have here at Nether?”
“Five hundred and fifty,” William replied.
Keller absorbed that number. “I have to send more than just a few men out in response to the Shropshire missive,” he said. “If the Welsh are watching, and you know they will be, they will be suspicious if I only send out one hundred men. It has to be more than that to make a good show of things.”
“Agreed,” Rhys said from behind him, still holding the missive.
“Send the Ashby-Kidd brothers out with two hundred and fifty men, and dress some of those men up as knights so that any observers will count more than two knights. The rest of us will remain here, lying in wait for d’Einen and his men to make their move. ”
Keller nodded thoughtfully to that suggestion.
He liked it, but he had more to add. “If d’Einen is trying to remove me from Nether, then it is because he wants to clear the way for an easy conquest,” he said, scheming as he went along.
“Being that he has lived here most of his life, he knows the fortress better than most. He knows that Nether is nearly unbreachable because of the Gorge of the Dead that surrounds her walls. There is no place for a man to get a foothold to mount the walls, which makes the gatehouse the most vulnerable point of entry.”
“The gatehouse is nearly impenetrable,” Gart said. “All we have to do is burn the wooden bridge that spans from the gatehouse across the Gorge of the Dead, and then there is no way to reach the gatehouse.”
Keller turned to look at Gart. “But there is that passageway that leads from the kitchens down to the gorge,” he reminded him. “You were supposed to block it off. Did you?”
Gart nodded. “I took barrels from the stores and clogged the passageway,” he said. “It is blocked off by all manner of heavy obstacles now. It would be virtually impossible to get through.”
Keller’s dark eyes glimmered. “Remove them,” he said quietly.
Gart’s brow furrowed. “But why?”
A flicker of a smile crossed Keller’s lips. “I can only assume d’Einen plans to use that passageway,” he said. “Let him. Let him come up those narrow stairs where I will be waiting at the top to take his head off. If I want to destroy the man, then I have to make it easy for him to come to me.”
Gart understood then. “Of course,” he agreed with approval. “That passageway is only big enough for one man at a time to enter. Let them all come.”
Keller was feeling extremely confident with his plan.
It wasn’t the fact that Gryffyn was trying to kill him.
Men had been trying to kill him for years, so that didn’t bother him in the least. What bothered him was that Gryffyn seemed determined to get to Chrystobel and Izlyn.
Any man who would target women was a vile man indeed, but Keller already knew that.
More than that, he had been correct when he said he couldn’t live with the threat of d’Einen hanging over his head for the rest of his life, and neither could his wife.
At some point, Keller was going to have to take a stand, and the stand would come now. He was finished playing games.
It was time to win, once and for all.