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“Your wife is near the great hall,” William sounded breathless as he spoke. “She is looking for her father, Keller.”

Keller had been just inside the doorway of Tower Night, speaking with George and Aimery about the state of Nether’s armory, when William found him. He’d only meant to speak to the twins about the security of the fortress with Gryffyn on the loose but he had been distracted by the Welsh weaponry. It was rather impressive. But with William’s appearance, he was jolted back to the reality at hand and immediately craned his neck out of the doorway in search of Chrystobel. It was a bright day and he squinted in the light, searching for signs of his wife. But she was nowhere to be found and looked to William, puzzled.

“Where did you leave her?” he asked. “I do not see her.”

William, too, began searching the area for any sign of the petite woman with the long blond hair. “I told her to wait by the great hall,” he said, putting his hand up to shield his eyes from the sun. “I told her I would bring you to her.”

Keller came out of the tower, heading in the direction of the great hall. “You said that she asked for her father?” he asked William. “By God’s Bloody Rood… what a damnable mess this is. What did you tell her?”

William was marching along beside him. “She wanted to know if I had seen him,” he replied. “I was not going to tell her the truth. I told her to remain by the hall entry and that I would bring you to her. You can do the telling.”

Keller was still looking around even as he made his way to the great hall’s entry, a massive oak panel that was braced with a great iron cage for stability and protection. He was increasingly concerned that he couldn’t seem to locate her in the big expanse of the bailey.

“Do you suppose she went looking for Trevyn?” he wondered, turning to look at William. “You had him removed from the hall, didn’t you?”

William nodded. “I had some soldiers take him away,” he replied. “They said they would take him to the storage area near the stables until we could decide what to do with him.”

Keller sighed sharply. “I do not want her stumbling upon anyone who can tell her what happened,” he muttered. Then he hissed a curse. “I should have gone directly to her chamber when I left the hall but I paused to speak with George and Aimery. Then we started discussing the inventory in the armory. I sincerely hope my foolish delay does not cost me more than just the time spent.”

William was looking over to the keep, straining for a glimpse of a blond head. “She could not have gone far,” he said. “Do you suppose she went back to her chamber?”

Keller pointed in the direction of the keep. “Go and see,” he instructed. “I will see if she is in the hall. In fact….”

He was cut off by the faint sound of a scream. It was muted, and vague, and he came to an abrupt halt, looking around the bailey as if to discover the source.

“Did you hear that?” he asked William, curiously.

Wellesbourne nodded. He, too, was looking around the bailey for the origins of the distant scream. “I did,” he said. “It sounded like a woman.”

Keller was on edge. “Where did it come from?” he demanded. Then, he pushed William in the direction of the keep. “See if it came from the keep. Run.”

William was off, racing across the mucky bailey, as Keller turned in the direction of Tower Night. George and Aimery were still standing in the doorway and he motioned to them.

“Kidds!” he bellowed. “To me!”

The twins came running, their youthful energy cracking in the early morning air, the feisty young men looking for excitement. Keller opened his mouth to speak when another scream, this one very loud and frightening, pierced the air.

Keller whirled in the direction of the great hall. It seemed to come from there. He broke into a sprint, closing the distance to the great hall in a matter of seconds. The Ashby-Kidd twins were on his heels, all of them barreling into the great hall. George and Aimery were moving so fast that Aimery actually tripped over George and crashed to his knees. What they saw immediately upon entering the dark and smelly chamber shocked them all to the bone.

Keller was throwing himself at Gryffyn before he even realized he was moving.

CHAPTER NINE

The blow to the jaw sent Gryffyn reeling.

Sprawled on the rough oak planks of the great hall, Gryffyn shook the stars from his eyes and looked up to see the big English knight moving in for another blow.

Keller had fists the size of a man’s head, but Gryffyn was fast. He managed to roll out of the way and leap to his feet although his balance was off and he ended up bashing into the corner of the hearth. But Keller was coming in for another blow and Gryffyn threw himself to his left, away from his sister’s enraged husband. He knew, by the look in the man’s eye, that he meant to kill him.

Gryffyn tried to lash out a fist at Keller, but the knight was just too fast and too strong. Keller grabbed Gryffyn’s fist, twisted, and ended up snapping his wrist. Gryffyn fell to his knees, screaming in pain as Keller stood over him in a huffing and furious stance. His dusky eyes were smoldering with fury.

“So you have been hiding here all along, waiting for the proper moment to strike,” Keller hissed. “You are a coward of a man, d’Einen – a wretched and vile coward. Now that I finally have you, I intend to do what should have been done long ago.”

Holding his wrist, Gryffyn glared at Keller with eyes as dark as obsidian. “If I am a coward, then you are a fool,” he growled. “You cannot stop me. Nether and everything in it belongs to me, including my sister!”

It was the wrong thing to say. Keller reached out and used his fist to hammer on Gryffyn’s broken wrist, sending the man into howls of pain. But Keller was immune to it. His focus was both deadly and intense as he watched Gryffyn squirm.