Chapter Thirty-Four #2
Ripley Castle loomed into view in the wee hours of the morning. Barely after midnight, Hubert reined his destrier into the large, if not cluttered, bailey. There were several soldiers on hand to greet him, all of them reaching up hands for the lady.
“Back away, you buzzards,” Hubert bellowed, keeping a firm hand on Remington. “Where’s the lord?”
“Inside, Hugh,” a calm-looking knight stood by his right leg, eyeing Remington. “She looks familiar. Who is she?”
Remington gazed at the knight. “She can speak for herself, I am Lady Remington Stoneley.”
“Stoneley?” the knight repeated with surprise, looking at Hubert, “Good lord, Hugh, what goes on?”
Hubert handed Remington down to the knight and dismounted, but he quickly took her back into his protective grasp. “Quite a story. Ingilsby is going to want to hear this.”
Hubert and the other knight led Remington inside, away from the curious stares of the men-at-arms. Ripley Castle was a smaller keep, quiet for the night.
The corridors were dimly lit as they made their way into a great room, illuminated golden by the dying fire in the hearth.
Two huge dogs lying by the hearth barely gave the three humans a glance.
Hubert sat Remington down and sent the other knight for wine and food. When the man returned, Hubert gave it all to Remington.
“Aren’t you going to eat, too?” she asked softly. “We have been riding a long time and after the attack, you must….”
He shook his head, biting off her words. “Nay, my lady, you go ahead and eat your fill. I am not much hungry.”
“An attack? What attack?” the other knight demanded.
Remington looked up at the man as she ate in an appraising sort of way. Young, with wide brown eyes and an impish face, his cropped brown hair was standing straight up. Hubert, on her other side, removed his helm and set it loudly on the scrubbed table.
“On the road,” he mumbled wearily. “We were set upon by bandits. I shall tell you the all of it when Ingilsby arrives.”
The young knight looked at Remington curiously, obviously eager to hear their tale.
Alex Ingilsby entered the common hall, his eyes widening dramatically when he laid eyes on Remington. She smiled weakly and he sputtered.
“Remi,” he gasped. “What on earth are you…Hugh, did you bring her here? What is going on?”
“An unbelievable tale, I assure you,” Hubert indicated a chair for his liege to sit.
Alex hesitated a moment before seating himself next to Remington, his astonished eyes studying her. “Are you all right, Remi? What….?”
She nodded, patting the baron’s hand. “I am fine. Allow Hugh to tell his tale, my lord. I would do it, but I sorely lack the strength at the moment.”
Alex’s gaze lingered on her a moment longer before turning to Hubert expectantly. Without delay, the knight relayed the entire story, from Guy’s escape until their arrival at Ripley. When he was finished, Lord Ingilsby looked nothing short of stunned.
“Stoneley? Escaped?” he repeated, turning to Remington. “And what he did to you… my God, Hugh, I think I am going to be ill. Fetch me a chalice, please.”
Hubert filled a goblet full of wine and placed it in his lord’s hand. After a healthy gulp, Alex took a deep breath. “God directed Hugh to that inn, I know it. He was looking out for you, Remi. I will have a mass said at day break for thanks of your rescue.”
Remington turned warm eyes to Hubert, tired and still coated with black splotches of blood. “Sir Hubert was my true savior. He was magnificent, my lord. I am sure Gaston will reward him tremendously.”
“As will I,” Alex glanced at his captain. “Good lord, Hugh, you looked whipped. Why not take a meal and go to bed?”
“Not until my lady does,” he said firmly. “She has had a rougher time than I, let me assure you.”
Remington ignored him, putting her hand beseechingly on Alex’s arm. “We must send word to Gaston right away, my lord. He must be told where I am.”
“Absolutely,” Ingilsby agreed. “Adam, see to it.”
The second knight nodded sharply and Hubert put in, “My lord, I would have Adam deliver the message personally.”
Ingilsby nodded again. “Agreed. Not knowing where exactly the duke might be, it would help to send a messenger who would know him on sight.” As Adam strode from the hall, Alex stopped him.
“Nothing written, Adam. If Stoneley or his allies were to intercept the message, we’d have them all over us like a horde of locusts. Dress well, lad, and return to me before you depart.”
When the second knight quit the hall, Alex turned to Remington again. “Do you have any idea where Gaston would go?”
She thought a moment. “Mt. Holyoak, to be sure. But he and Brimley have become allies. Or he might even come here, since you are loyal to him as well.”
“True enough,” Alex was lost in thought a moment longer before gently grasping Remington’s hand. “Come now, my lady. I suspect you would like to rest now after your most harrowing experience.”
She nodded, passing a final glance at Hubert before allowing the baron to lead her upstairs.
Hubert’s gaze lingered on the stairs a moment, even after she disappeared. He was actually a bit remorseful that their adventure together was over, because he had so enjoyed getting to know lovely Lady Remington. He thought the Dark One to be a very lucky man indeed.
*
Except for being nearly deserted, Mt. Holyoak looked better than Guy had ever remembered.
Seeing his fortress for the first time in two years actually brought tears to his eyes, tears of joy but also tears of sadness.
He could not occupy his keep for the moment, and that distinctly upset him.
Yet, he reminded himself, the situation was only temporary.
He could see sentries up on the walls, patrolling the keep vigilantly.
Guy lingered in the shrubbery, smelling the beech wood and pine and reluctantly agreeing that there was no possible way he could rid his keep of the soldiers that occupied it.
There were several dozen, mayhap even one hundred.
As much as he wanted it back, one man against one hundred was deadly odds.