Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. "The Magnificent Seven" belong to MGM and Trilogy Entertainment.
Rating: PG
Comment: This story was written for the Global Gathering 2001 - Brisbane Zine. The theme of the Brisbane Zine was Alternate Universes. Tossing around ideas with some Brisbane friends early last year, namely Suzy, Brigitta and Vicki, I admitted my fantasy of Vin as a White Knight and how I would love to buff his armour.<g> This is how this story was born and from there grew into a life of it's own. I wrote this story before I saw the movie, A Knight's Tale, so I missed out on some of the jousting etiquette and I only gleaned a little knowledge of weapons and the era from books, so please don't expect any historical accuracies. This is a fun story
Note: Australian spelling.
SPECIAL THANKS to my beta, Monica, for all her constant encouragement and enthusiasm. You are an extraordinary friend. Thank you.
Comments to: debmal1@optusnet.com.au
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Day
One
Dawn was still twenty minutes away as the young girl rose and dressed quickly in the dark. Tucking the bottom of her breeches into her well worn boots, she stood and then put her tunic over her quilted linen shirt before finishing by gathering up her long wavy hair and bundling it into her soft hat. Leaving her small quarters, she closed the door behind her as she made her way silently down the small hallways of the servants floor. Candles flickered and dimly lit the narrow corridors as she came to the entrance to the cloisters. Nodding to the guard, she opened the door and moved into another hallway. The aroma of fresh baked bread stimulated her appetite as she passed the kitchens and turned right down yet another hallway that led to a large dining area.
Pushing open that door, she moved into the already full and noisy room. This was where the squires and servants ate the early morning meal before attending to their duties. She paused and searched the room looking for one particular person.
“Keely!”
The girl turned towards the familiar voice calling her name. Finally finding the dark haired young man she smiled in greeting and moved towards him.
“You’re late,” the young man said by way of welcome. Keely raised her eyebrows at the smirk that crossed the good-looking boy’s face.
“Good Morning, JD!” she replied sweetly as she sat in the vacant place next to him.
“I saved some food for you,” he told her as he moved a plate in front of her.
“Thank you.”
“I’m just looking out for you,” he said and let his brown eyes convey the seriousness of his words.
“I can look after myself,” she replied lightly.
“I know that. But we’re friends. I like looking out for you.”
Keely raised her own brown eyes to his and smiled gratefully. “I like looking out for you.”
The young man smiled and resumed eating but it was apparent he was pleased. The two had formed a close friendship when JD arrived some seven months earlier after Sir Buckland encountered him at a tournament. The two had immediate rapport and Sir Buckland offered the squire the opportunity to complete his training with he and Sir Christopher. Keely supposed their closeness had to do with them being similar spirits. That and they were both young and playful, she being 17 and JD not long turned 18. And it was she who helped him familiarize himself with this castle and all its routines. Since then they spent time together and shared most everything with each other.
“You were late yesterday as well,” JD said his eyes twinkling impishly.
“I was not!” she retorted indignantly.
“Must be all those dreams,” JD continued as he pushed his plate aside and studied her.
“What dreams?” she asked pulling apart her bread.
“Dreams about the White Knight,” JD grinned, then broke into soft laughter as Keely blushed.
“JD!”
“Oww” the boy exclaimed as he received a swift kick under the table.
Frowning at the attention they received briefly, she shot him a glare and he covered his mouth trying to control any further laughter.
Once there was no further interest in them she gazed at JD disapprovingly. “I have no idea what you mean!” she said quietly.
He grinned at her again and they bantered freely until it was time to start their duties.
After she left JD, Keely headed for the Armoury. Approaching the Undermarshal, she made her way through the vast room that housed the weapons and armour for the Knights and squires.
“Morning Garland,” Keely greeted.
The second in charge of the armoury returned the girl’s smile. Still a large and strong man even given his middle aged years, Garland was a fair and pleasant man. Keely preferred receiving her duties from him than the more serious and sometimes arrogant Marshal.
“Morning Keely. Sir Ezra’s shield is ready to be restored.”
“You managed to save it?”
“Sir Ezra insisted I tried. Said it was important to him,” he replied as he lead her to across the room to the shield.
“That’s remarkable work Garland.”
“Thank you Keely. Next time perhaps he will remember not to aggravate Sir Josiah before combat practice.”
“I doubt it. It’s what he likes to do.”
“Still who would have thought that a Frenchman could defend himself so exceptionally?”.
“You yourself said he was renown within his own realm.”
“Then what is he doing here?”
“It would appear that only Sir Ezra knows that and he’s not saying.”
“I’ll let you get to work.”
Keely nodded as she donned an apron and collected her paints and brushes. Sir Ezra’s shield was white with a gold lion decorated by more gold and silver scrolls. Mixing the paints expertly she was soon repairing the shield design. As she worked her thoughts returned to Garland’s comments. The Undermarshal was correct. Sir Ezra Remy de Stand’s presence as one of Lord Beaumont’s Knights had certainly made an impression ever since his arrival. If his distinct and outspoken manner of speech had not gained him enough attention, his flamboyant dress, the often mischievous twinkle in his green eyes and obvious expertise in close combat and jousting had quickly made him a favourite to the Lord and quite a few ladies. Although she had discerned the ladies were more drawn to his dimpled smile, the soft brown hair that framed his attractive face and of course his accented voice.
Keely remembered back to the first time she spoke with him. In her boy’s workclothes, he had mistaken her for a squire and had determined they had given him the smallest one they could find. His accent and amusement caused her to giggle at his observation and the Frenchman had raised an eyebrow. What he said next she always remembered.
He had smiled and searched her face. “Then what is the manner of your service here?”
“I buff.”
Sir Ezra blinked. “I beg your pardon?”
It was her turn to smile. “I clean the armour.”
The French Knight had chuckled and from then their conversations had often been lively and amusing.
“This cannot be the same shield?” a deep voice broke the silence.
Keely looked up into the well worn yet gentle face of Sir Josiah.
“It is. Garland repaired it and now I’m finishing the artwork,” she replied as she put her paints down and wiped her hands.
“Quite different isn’t it. You made quite a mess of it,” she smirked.
Sir Josiah looked briefly chagrined. “The man is so… so…"
“Infuriating?”
“Worse!”
“At least you can take solace from the fact that he irritates Sir Christopher more,” she laughed.
Sir Josiah grinned. The way Sir Ezra provoked Sir Christopher was almost legendary.
“So my lady when are you going to let me talk to the Lord about raising your station?”
Keely sighed. They had had this conversation before. “Please Josiah. I am content doing what I do.”
“Your father would not approve of this. With your lineage you could be educated and have a post befitting you.”
“This is what I know. I wouldn’t make a very good Lady in waiting,” she countered. Sir Josiah sighed and considered the small young woman. She had been blessed with her mother’s fine attractive features, dark hair and expressive eyes. The determination, occasional stubbornness and spirited nature she had definitely inherited from her father.
“Very well. I shall leave this discussion for another time but I shall not give up. Your father would have expected it of me,” he replied solemnly. She nodded. She would not expect anything else.
“Tell me again how you met my father?”
Josiah smiled fondly at the young girl. “Of course, my lady.”
Just before noon Keely walked down towards the exercise field searching for Sir Ezra. She found him seated next to Sir Nathan. The friendship between Sir Ezra and Sir Nathan was still considered unusual, especially given the animosity that existed between them initially. During the course of the months some kind of understanding had arisen between them and a complicated friendship emerged. Keely believed that they were drawn together because they were both from foreign lands and both understood the other’s frequent longing for their homelands.
“Sir Ezra, Garland sent me to inform you that your shield is repaired,” Keely reported as she approached the duo.
“And the result?” the Frenchman enquired.
“It has been restored satisfactorily.”
“I had no doubts,” he grinned.
“It would be wise not to mock Sir Josiah’s faith again,” Sir Nathan reproached in his low voice.
“I was merely seeking to understand the intricacies of the Druid beliefs,” Sir Ezra smirked.
The Moor shook his head but a smile played on his lips. Sir Ezra glanced at the girl who was still waiting and then looked to Sir Nathan. An understanding was exchanged and both Knights stood and Keely took a slight step back so she didn’t have to crane her neck back to look up at the tall, dark skinned Moor, who nodded to her briefly.
“I must attend to my duties,” he told them before inclining his head slightly toward Ezra.
Ezra watched the Moor walk away before turning back to the young girl.
“Is she well?”
“Yes, she is better today.”
“Then she can meet me?”
“Yes she will meet you at the ruins at three.”
“Thank you, Keely.”
“Sir Ezra?” she queried and the Knight held her gaze. Keely returned a worried look.
“Be careful. The Lady Catherine is suspicious and she can be… spiteful!”
Sir Ezra considered her words but the only change she would note in his outward appearance was a slightly pursing of the lips. “Thank you. Please tell her I will be there.”
He stood lost in thought as he watched the girl until she disappeared towards the Lord’s living quarters. He disliked using the young girl as a messenger, especially considering what could happened if they were all found out, however, the Lady Victoria would trust no other.
He did not hear someone else approach.
“Sir Ezra,” a feminine voice beckoned.
Ezra tensed as he recognized the voice but forced himself to smile and turned around.
“Lady Catherine.”
“I came to see how you fared today?” Lady Catherine asked as she moved closer to the Knight.
Ezra looked puzzled and she continued. “After yesterday, I was so fearful for you,” she explained as she placed her hand softly on his arm.
Ezra resisted the urge to shrug off her hand. He was distinctly uncomfortable with the attention she lavished on him. Even without his feelings for another, the Lady Catherine’s fearful reputation and his own instincts would have told him to keep his distance. Usually he managed to deftly avoid her.
“I am unharmed,” he replied.
Lady Catherine ran her eyes over Sir Ezra with longing. She had all but declared her affection for the Frenchman and was vexed that her flirtatious conversations and attentions had not returned the same attention from him.
"I have arranged for you to be seated next to me tonight at Father's banquet," she told him softly while she gently added pressure to his arm.
Sir Ezra forced a small smile. "You honour me, my lady."
Lady Catherine smiled devilishly. "Would you walk with me, Sir Ezra?".
Ezra groaned inwardly and maintained the forced smile. Knowing there was not a easy way to withdraw at this time, he gestured his compliance. Both turning, Ezra was the first to notice JD moving quickly towards them. He felt and sensed Lady Catherine's annoyance.
"Sir Ezra, my lady," JD blurted and almost as an afterthought bowed slightly to Catherine. "Sir Ezra, Sir Christopher sent me. He must see you immediately!" he reported fidgeting slightly.
Ezra heard Lady Catherine's angry exhale but when he faced her she was smiling sweetly.
"Forgive me," he murmured, stepping back and bowing.
"Always," she breathed and folded her arms irritably as she watched the Knight and squire walk away.
"My thanks JD. Your timing was impeccable."
"It was?" the squire replied obviously confused.
"Yes your diversions are very much appreciated," Ezra continued, remembering how he had schooled the squire to interrupt him when he saw him with Lady Catherine. Finally JD understood.
"Sorry, Sir Ezra, but Sir Christopher really does need to see you," JD answered. He looked apologetically at the Knight. "He does not seem pleased."
Sir Ezra sighed and gestured to JD to lead him to the well-known bad tempered Black Knight.
Keely expertly negotiated the corridors to make her way to Lady Catherine's living quarters. Looking around and thankful for seeing no one, she knocked softly on the door. Within a few seconds the door opened slightly and the pretty face of Lady Susan peered out. Recognizing the young girl, Lady Susan smiled and opened the door quickly and ushered Keely in. Without speaking, Lady Susan led Keely through to the next room, where another woman stood motionless at her window. Turning at the sound of movement, Lady Victoria walked quickly towards them.
"Did he receive my message?" the dark haired woman asked eagerly.
Keely smiled. "Yes, my lady," she replied. "He was very concerned about you," she added. Lady Victoria smiled broadly lighting up her pale yet attractive face.
"When?"
"Three o'clock."
"At the ruins?"
"It is very risky. You must be careful," Lady Susan cautioned. Both Lady Victoria and Keely turned towards the loyal Lady in Waiting.
Lady Victoria immediately saw the worry enveloping her closest friend and confidante and rested an assuring hand on her.
"That is why you are always there, to protect me. I only trust you and Keely," the Lord's daughter replied emphatically.
"Lady Catherine has been asking questions and …" Susan continued undeterred.
"Please do not speak to me of my sister," Victoria said coldly. "I am not afraid of her!"
"Perhaps you should be. Forgive me, my lady, but she is capable of inflicting great grievance and pain upon you and she would not hesitate to do so," Susan implored.
Keely watched closely and couldn't help but admire yet again, Lady Susan's unwavering friendship and loyalty. Lady Victoria was the favoured daughter of Lord Beaumont. With her gentle and loving nature, she was in direct contrast to her shallow and manipulative sister. Often cruel and vindictive, Lady Catherine used any opportunity to cause her sister misery and as Lady Victoria's loyal friend, Lady Susan had frequently bore the brunt of Lady Catherine's malicious intent.
Lady Victoria took a deep breath and again smiled, grateful for Susan's open protectiveness. "I know that my sister would look for any reason to disgrace me in Father's eyes," she began and absently fiddled with the large pendant that hung over her bodice. "But if Father insists on honouring my betrothal to Edric my life is over. I will be happy for as long as… I can," she choked out the last words.
Keely looked sympathetically at Lady Victoria and then glanced at Lady Susan and saw the same feelings reflected in her eyes. Lady Victoria's father, Lord Beaumont, sought an alliance with his powerful and influential neighbour, Lord Montrose. Despite endless discussions with her father, Lady Victoria had been unable to persuade her father not to continue with her marriage.
"Thank you Keely," Lady Victoria said warmly, breaking the tense silence.
"My lady," Keely acknowledged and turned to leave then remembered another message to deliver.
"Lady Susan. I have a message from Sir Buckland." Keely smiled.
Lady Victoria laughed and the soft sound tinkled softly around the room. "It would seem, my dear Susan, that Sir Buckland remains undeterred in his attempts to show his affection for you."
Lady Susan grimaced under the scrutiny of the other two women. "I am certain he has been affectionate to many women," she retorted.
"Oh come now, you cannot have failed to notice his attractive looks and charms," Lady Victoria challenged and smiled smugly when Susan coloured slightly.
"Perhaps," she replied demurely.
Lady Victoria laughed again and turned to Keely. "Tell us Keely, what is Sir Buckland's message?"
"He suggests a walk together in the west garden."
"A walk," Lady Victoria echoed. "The west garden is indeed a lovely setting. There is a number of very secluded settings," she added.
Lady Susan clasped her hands in front of her and tried to look disapproving.
"There is more," Keely told them.
"Oh Keely please tell us. What else does Sir Buckland have to say?" Victoria grinned.
"He says he dwells in darkness without you," she repeated faithfully.
"Dwells in darkness?" Lady Victoria giggled. "Oh my. How can you resist, my dear Susan?"
"With ease my lady. I understand he used those words with Lady Agnes," Susan countered.
Lady Victoria enjoyed Susan's embarrassment for a few further seconds before turning to Keely. "It would appear that you must return to Sir Buckland and inform him the Lady Susan remains unconvinced."
"Yes my lady," Keely smiled. Lady Victoria leaned over to Keely and whispered something much to Susan's dismay before Keely bowed and left.
Leaving the east wing of the castle, Keely moved quickly back towards the servants' quarters and her own little room. Closing the door swiftly, she moved a number of her belongings and eventually lifted up an object wrapped in a blanket. Setting it on the bed, she opened the blanket and gazed upon the sword before her. Reverently, she ran her fingers over the ornate handle and traced the small letter engravings. With a deep sigh she bundled up the sword in its blanket again and taking it with her, left the room.
Exiting the castle, she moved into the east garden and started walking towards the stables. Looking ahead, she sucked in a deep breath and her chest tightened. There he was! Coming towards her the majestic sight of Sir Christopher and Sir Vincent walking together pushed every other thought from her mind and she sub-consciously slowed her step to allow more time to drink in the sight. As always, the dark good looks and forbidding stride of the Black Knight caused her heart to thump loudly but it was his companion that her eyes rested and stayed on. The sunlight glistened off his long soft curls as they bounced carelessly in the breeze creating an almost halo effect around his head. His beautiful face was lit with a heart stopping smile as he grinned at words spoken to him from the Black Knight. His tunic fitted snugly over his broad shoulders and narrowed at the waist where his sword belt hung precariously on lean hips. Sheathed at an angle was his sword, clasped at the hilt by a strong and firm hand. A hand, she imagined, that could be infinitely just as gentle and sensual touching the softness of her face and neck.
As Keely drew level with the Knights, Sir Vincent's tender blue eyes locked with hers and she let out a strangled whimper. He smiled as he recognized her causing a roar of noise to rush past her ears. A noise that she eventually realized was her heart beating loudly and erratically. Her knees wobbled as she stumbled slightly and she felt the heat sting her cheeks as the Black Knight glanced at her knowingly, his lips quivering in amusement. Feeling totally exposed and flustered she put her head down and moved quickly until she knew they could no longer see her. Finally allowing a groan to escape her lips, she closed her eyes briefly and did not see someone in front of her until it was too late.
"Out of my way!" an arrogant voice clearly rang out.
Keely's eyes flashed opened and she almost recoiled in dread as Lady Catherine loomed above her. Bowing quickly, she stared at the ground before her. "Forgive me, my lady," she murmured and tried to move around.
"Wait!" Lady Catherine ordered and Keely tensed.
"What is that you carry?" she demanded and Keely hugged her bundle protectively.
Raising her eyes to Lady Catherine she replied. "It is a piece of Sir Josiah's armour."
Lady Catherine's eyes narrowed as she searched the girl's face for untruths. Seeing none she raised her eyebrows haughtily, then purposefully softened her face and gave the girl a forced smile. "You were with Sir Ezra earlier. Were you not?"
"Yes my lady."
"You had a message for him?"
Keely risked a stubborn look only to have Lady Catherine's cold eyes drill into hers.
"I was to inform him his shield had been restored."
Lady Catherine stepped menacingly close and tucked an icy finger under Keely's chin forcing the girl to lock eyes with her. "Nothing else?" she hissed.
Keely couldn't prevent from swallowing nervously but managed to hold the steely gaze. "No, my lady."
Abruptly Lady Catherine stepped back and dismissed her with a wave. Keely hurried away taking a deep breath.
Entering the vast stables, she began to search for JD. Hearing a boisterous voice from one end, she headed towards the voice and began to smile as she heard JD’s voice as well. All the Knights had preferred squires but the relationship between Sir Buckland and his squire was closer than usual and both Knight and squire enjoyed it that way. Keely smiled as she heard Sir Buckland laughing loudly as JD recounted Sir Ezra’s exchange with Sir Christopher. Stopping briefly at Sir Buckland’s battle mount’s stall, she stowed the sword and nuzzled the big grey horse before exiting the stall.
“He ordered him to abstain from any more trickery or games or he would ensure he spent the day in a vat of manure” JD mimicked Sir Christopher as Buck chuckled.
“He sure knows how to upset Chris,” Buck admitted.
“And Josiah!”JD added. Buck grinned at his squire.
“Keely! What are you doing here?” JD exclaimed as he saw the young girl behind Buck.
Sir Buckland turned and flashed a welcoming smile. “JD. You should not greet a lady like that,” he admonished.
“It’s only Keely,” JD replied which earned him a look of disapproval from the Knight.
“Excuse the boy’s manners. He does not know true beauty when he sees it,” Sir Buckland continued
“Whereas you, Sir Buckland, do?” Keely smiled, familiar with Sir Buckland’s reputation and free flowing compliments. JD rolled his eyes. They had this conversation before, along with Buck’s many boasts and conquests. Sir Buckland was, without doubt, the most easygoing and gregarious of the knights.
Buck grinned smugly at the girl’s comment and his eyes reflected warmth as he looked upon her.
“Do you possess a dress?” he asked abruptly. He always saw her dressed and looking like a young boy.
“You’ve asked that before,” she sighed.
“So you’ve worn a dress before?” Buck grinned.
“Yes.”
JD’s derisive snort earned him a glare from Keely.
“A dress, wear your hair loose, and no paint smudges on your hands and face,” Buck went on as Keely frowned and immediately started rubbing her face. She groaned at the thought that Sir Vincent had seen her with a dirty face!
“If you want to gain a knight’s attention, you need to wear a dress!” Buck continued with a knowing look. Keely flushed and looked at JD, who could not hide his guilt. Buck laughed yet again and then looked around to ensure they were alone.
“Did you give my message to Lady Susan?” he asked, changing his tone.
“I did,” Keely replied, ignoring JD's mocking grin.
“What did she say?” Buck asked eagerly.
Keely hesitated then spoke. “Lady Victoria says you should try and be more creative.”
It was JD’s turn to laugh and Buck shot him a weak disapproving look.
"No walk in the garden?" he clarified. Keely shook her head.
“It’s a mere setback, JD” Buck boasted. “I know she likes me!””
“How do you know that?” JD scoffed.
“All the ladies do!” he replied, looking astounded at the question. JD rolled his eyes again and shared a smile with Keely. Buck became pensive and stroked his well known moustache.
“Creative. I can be creative” he announced before striding away.
Once alone Keely folded her arms and narrowed her eyes. “What have you been telling him?”
“Nothing,” JD replied, suddenly busying himself with his armour for the squire’s competition, later that day.
Keely watched and sighed. She supposed it wasn’t a big secret how she felt about the White Knight, especially if Sir Christopher’s look was any indication. She turned and retrieved the sword still bundled in the blanket, and returned to JD.
The squire gave her a puzzled look. “What’s in there?”
Keely didn’t answer. She placed the bundle on the table and uncovered the blanket to reveal the sword.
She heard JD’s gasp. “Whose sword is this?” he whispered in awe as he reached out and touched it.
“Mine,” she replied proudly.
JD looked at her in confusion.
“It belonged to my father. It’s all I have left.”
JD felt the emotion in his friend’s voice and gave her a compassionate look. Keely smiled gratefully then took a deep breath.
“JD I have been around castles, knights, squires and amour all my life. I have seen countless jousts, competitions, and combats. I want you to forget who I am and listen to what I say,” she began. JD frowned slightly at the seriousness of her tone but he did not argue.
“You try to fight like a tall man and you don’t use your weight to your best advantage. You are light so you should move around more. The weapons you choose are too heavy for you. Too heavy and poorly balanced,” she paused and picked up her father’s sword and passed it to JD.
“Take it,” she encouraged. They exchanged looks again before JD carefully took the sword and cautiously swung it around. His eyes lit up in pleasure at the obvious ease and deftness in which he could hold and control it. Minutes past as JD maneuvered in the small area and tried various attacking and defensive actions. Keely allowed her joy to envelop her as she watched JD use her father’s sword. Finally, he sensed her happiness and paused to meet her broad smile with one of his own.
“Use it today in the competition,” she encouraged
“I couldn’t!” he exclaimed, shaking his head. She crossed the short space between them and took his hand.
“Yes, you can. You would honour my father and me.”
JD’s face still remained a mixture of confusion and amazement. “Why?”
Tears welled up in the girl’s eyes but she blinked them away. “Because this sword should be used by a good man with a good heart.”
JD shook his head in disbelief and impulsively Keely hugged him and smiled when he hugged her back. Clearing her throat she stepped back.
“I have to go. I want to watch you in the competition today and I have chores to complete,” she explained and he nodded.
As she walked away he called, “Keely”
She turned back towards him. “Thank you,” he said huskily and she smiled at him and left.
Sir Buckland paced up and down in the antechamber. What was taking so long? All the man did was sit around and write all day. What was the delay in receiving him? Buck tapped his sword hilt and groaned with impatience. Finally the door opened and a page exited.
"This way, please," the boy spoke.
"Its about time," the Knight grumbled impatiently as he entered the room.
"Sir Buckland," the page announced. Sir Buckland paused at the dimness of the room, before walking towards the slight figure seated at an adorned desk.
"Are you the scribe?" Buckland asked, eyeing the person curiously.
"I am the Scribe," a pleasing, feminine voice replied.
Frowning, Buck walked a few steps and drew the curtain with a flourish, illuminating the once gloomy room. Ignoring the heavy gown and the much too large hat, Sir Buckland took in the soft features and the small hands.
"You're a woman," he grinned.
"Very observant, Sir Buckland" she replied with a returned smile.
Buckland added a little swagger in his step as he moved back towards the desk. "I've never seen a lady scribe before."
"It is rare," she agreed and she gestured for him to be seated.
"You wished to see me?" she prompted, interrupting the Knight's stare.
"Yes I did. But well that was before I knew…" Buck began uneasily.
"Knew what?"
"That you were a lady!" Buck explained.
"Then can you tell me why you came to see the scribe?"
"That's a little delicate," Buck replied, wiggling his large frame in the small chair.
"You want a letter written on your behalf in a private matter?" the scribe guessed.
Buck nodded and rose. "I would normally do it myself," he told her as he began to move back and forth in front of the desk. "You see I can write very good letters"
"So I understand," the scribe smiled.
"You heard about my letters?" Buck enquired eagerly.
"Just rumours," the scribe replied, turning slightly to hide her small smile.
"However you need some help this time?" she continued, facing him again.
"Yes I need a letter that is more…."
"Sincere perhaps?" the scribe finished and Buckland grinned warmly.
"And to whom to do wish to impress sincerely?"
"The Lady Susan."
"Ahhh" the scribe noted wisely.
"Can you help?" Buck asked.
"Of course," she agreed.
"Now I've got some ideas," Buck continued.
"Would you care to enlighten me?" she replied indulgently.
"You could tell her I desire to worship her in my arms," he told the writer with a flourish of his arms.
"It is a beginning," the scribe blinked, forcing a smile.
"I dwell in darkness without her," Buck crooned, before frowning. "Wait. I've used that one!"
The scribe continued to smile and gestured to the page. This could take some time. She needed a drink or two.
After spending a long discussion with Lord Beaumont, Sir Christopher exited the main hall and began his search for Sir Vincent. What was discussed between the Lord and his Master Knight gave rise to concern. Matters would have to be watched closely. His brow furrowed and he was barely aware of the apprehension and dread that accompanied his appearance. Servants, squires and pages melted away from his path. The dark knight was well known and feared throughout the realm. Always an accomplished knight, his fearful reputation grew from grief that encompassed him over the loss of his wife and child. He had changed to black armour, embellished with three swords and fought every conflict with a blatant disregard for his survival. Eventually, no one could defeat him, until recently. The previous year a new knight arrived and Sir Christopher could still remember the astonishment he felt as he lay on the ground, looking up at the sky, after the joust.
The Master Knight grinned. The newcomer had never been able to duplicate that effort since, preferring to fight alongside him, rather than against him. To be a friend, not enemy. Sighting the knight in question, Sir Christopher walked towards him.
"Vin," Christopher said informally.
"Chris," Vin replied just as informally. "Find out what's going on?"
Chris nodded. "Kendall has threatened the Lord. He does not want the arranged marriage with Montrose to go ahead. He believes the alliance will weaken his title rights and leave him open to attack"
"How serious is he?" Vin frowned
"He's threatened to take Lady Victoria and prevent the marriage."
"That's a bold threat," Vin frowned and Chris nodded again.
"So the visit to Montrose tomorrow is postponed?"
"No. The Lord refuses to be dictated to by Lord Kendall," Chris mimicked.
"At the risk of his daughter?" Vin asked, clearly surprised. "It would be far easier to protect her here."
"I argued that. He believes he has the best knights in the realm to protect himself and his daughter. He is relying on us to ensure Kendall's threats remain just that. Threats."
Vin eyed the dark knight speculatively. "You don't seem too concerned about Kendall," Vin said as Chris walked off. He moved into step beside him. "In fact, you seem to be hopeful that Kendall will try to carry out his threat."
Chris glanced at Vin and shrugged slightly. "It's what we train for. It will be good to keep the knights occupied," he offered. Vin reached out and stopped Chris with his hand.
"It also means you're up against Sir Gavin," he said quietly.
Chris' face darkened. "He's Kendall's lead knight, it's inevitable."
"So why do I feel like you're too eager for this to happen?" Vin pushed.
"I don't know. Why don't you tell me," Chris replied irritably.
"I don't know why. I just know I feel it," Vin stated. "What did happen between you and Gavin?"
"It was a long time ago," Chris said dismissively.
"That may be true. But I saw the way the two of you looked at each other last month at the St Augustine Tournament. It was mutual hatred," Vin replied bluntly.
Chris paused walking and faced Vin with a small sigh. "We don't like each other. It happens."
"You made mistakes that day, Chris. Mistakes that trained squires wouldn't make. You allowed Gavin to affect your judgement and because of that you got hurt," Vin continued in a determined voice.
Chris inwardly groaned. Some days he regretted the forthright words and outspoken opinion he usually encouraged in the younger knight. The last tournament had been a topic of heated discussion with he and Vin before, and that was before Buck had his say.
"It won't happen again," he replied and was not surprised when Vin seemed less than satisfied with the answer. He opened his mouth to protest when he glimpsed Sir Buckland approaching them.
"He's doing that strange walk again. Some lady must have said yes to him," Vin commented dryly, as Chris turned and smiled as his oldest friend strode towards them in an excited swagger.
"Chris! Vin!" the Ladies knight greeted with a huge grin.
"Do you know what I have here?" he continued, waving a rolled parchment in front of them.
"It looks like paper wrapped up in a pretty ribbon" Vin offered. Buck gave him an exasperated look.
"This is the letter that will have the Lady Susan begging to be with me!" he boasted.
"Buck, I've seen your writing. It's not readable," Chris replied.
Buck let out a hearty chuckle. "That's why I went to see the scribe. This letter will have Susan running to be by my side."
"Or not," Vin noted.
"Trust me. The words in this letter would entice an angel into my arms," he bragged again, leaving the other two knights shaking their heads in disbelief, while Buck grinned like an excited child.
Vin and Chris traded looks, before turning and walking away.
"Hey," Buck called after them. "Don't you want me to read it to you?"
Keely ran the last short distance to the edifice where tournaments and fayres were held, and today, the squire's competition. Entering the building, she made her way through the bodies to be as close to the barricade as she could. Almost at her goal, one of the squires blocked her way.
"Squires only," the large and pock marked young man told her.
"Out of my way, Rockhead!" Keely growled, earning her sniggers from his companions.
"You should learn your place, Keely" Rockhead smirked.
"Not from you, I'm not!" she replied angrily.
Rockhead reached out and grabbed her. Keely struggled and kicked out, looking smug when she felt her foot connect with his shin. Rockhead grunted and released her, before glowering at her. Keely closed her eyes and braced herself for retaliation. When none came she opened one eye to discover the menacing squires were gone. Puzzled, she looked around to see Sir Josiah and Sir Nathan standing behind her.
"You should choose your battles more cautiously," Sir Nathan advised while Josiah just grinned.
"He does not scare me, Nathan. He has the intelligence of a gnat and moves at the speed of a slug," she retorted.
"She's right, you know," Josiah chuckled. Nathan allowed a smile to play on his lips and shook his head. Keely moved forward until she reached the barrier, while Nathan and Josiah sat behind her to the right. She watched the bouts intently, waiting for JD's turn, not hearing Sir Buckland and the other knights enter and take their seats.
"You will try and keep the heckling down today, won't you?" Buck said as he came to stand beside her. Keely looked up and grinned.
"I will, if you will," she countered and he chuckled. Then they both waited in silence until JD entered the area, followed by his combatant.
"He's drawn Rockhead," Buck groaned.
"Rockhead is slow and always exposes his left flank after an upper cut. JD knows that," Keely replied, not taking her eyes off her young friend.
Buck eyed her, frowning. "You worry me, Keely" he murmured.
JD took a deep breath and looked over to where Keely stood beside Buck. She smiled at him and he nodded confidently back. He adjusted his helmet, brought his shield up and readied himself as Rockhead approached threateningly.
Rockhead drew up his weapon and bore down on JD with his greater height and strength but the young squire moved deftly and larger boy's swing hit nothing but air. JD pivoted and landed his sword on Rockhead's shield, almost knocking it from him. A flicker of worry went through Rockhead's eyes but a grim shadow crossed his face and he came at JD again. They parried for a short time before re-engaging but Rockhead kept missing or was blocked by JD's shield. After 10 minutes, the larger boy began to tire and JD shifted from defensive to offensive.
In the seats up behind Buck and Keely, Sir Christopher and Sir Vincent watched the bout with interest.
"He's moving differently" Vin commented.
"Yes. He's out-manouvering and chooses his strikes more effectively" Chris added.
"Best I've seen him" Vin agreed.
Buck was more vocal. The tall knight roared his approval as JD struck his final blow, leaving Rockhead on the ground. JD took off his helmet and walked towards them, beaming at his win.
He stopped at the other side of the barrier and received congratulations from the other knights as they gathered around Buck. When the noise died down, Sir Christopher spoke.
"Well done, JD," and the young squire swelled at the compliment from the Master Knight. Sir Christopher smiled then his eyes narrowed on the sword in the squire's hand.
"May I?" he asked reaching out for the sword. JD handed it over and he looked over to Keely, who flashed him a worried look.
"Where did you get this?" Chris asked.
"It was loaned to me," JD replied.
"I've seen this sword before" Chris frowned as he ran his finger over the main emblem of a lion holding a sword atop a crown.
"I loaned the sword to JD," Josiah interceded.
Chris studied Josiah briefly. "I've never seen you with this sword."
"It belonged to a friend, a long time ago, I rarely use it myself," the larger knight answered.
Chris ran his eyes over the sword again, before handing it back to JD with a nod. The group dispersed with Buck draping his arm around JD's shoulder as they moved off. Chris turned to Vin, who had remained.
"What was that about?" the younger knight asked.
"I'm not sure," Chris replied. "But I know that sword from somewhere."
"Where's Ezra?" Chris asked, finally noting the Frenchman's absence with dismay.
"I don't know," Vin answered honestly.
"I told him he had to be here," Chris said gruffly.
"Well, that ought to have ensured his absence," Vin smiled and was rewarded with a scowl.
"Well at least one of us is amused."
"I like him," Vin replied easily. "Things are lively when he's around."
"He's trouble," Chris complained. "And trouble begets trouble," he predicted.
"You're starting to sound like an old man," the younger knight teased.
"Not too old to put you on your backside!" the dark knight replied, thoroughly unimpressed when his threat was met with laughter.
It was late afternoon as Keely made her way once again to Lady Victoria's chambers. The castle servants were preparing for the evening's banquet so Keely had changed into a dress to blend in more suitably.
"Delivering messages again? My, but you are busy today!"
Keely spun around and paled as Lady Catherine emerged from the shadows.
"Lady Catherine" Keely curtseyed.
"Whose message are you delivering now?" the frigid voice enquired.
Keely panicked as the cold eyes narrowed menacingly. Anxious to protect Susan and Victoria she blurted, "It is for you, my Lady."
Catherine snatched the rolled parchment, eyes now glinting with anticipation. "From Sir Ezra?"
"I… ahhemm … no, my Lady," Keely muttered, earning her a glare. Catherine pulled at the ribbon, undid the message and began to read. Keely held her breath. If Susan's name was in the letter, she and Susan were doomed and the image of the pair of them scrubbing the floors of the main hall while Catherine laughed, flashed into her mind. She swallowed nervously and kept her eyes lowered. Finally, the silence was too long and she risked glancing up. Lady Catherine was contemplative before one side of her mouth lifted in a half smile.
"Return to Sir Buckland and tell him I shall meet him after the Tournament in Lord Montrose gardens tomorrow."
"Yes, my lady."
"You will accompany me."
"My Lady?"
"My lady-in-waiting is indisposed and unable to come on the visit to Montrose Castle. I shall need an attendant. You will suffice."
"But, my Lady. I am required to assist the Under-Marshal," Keely protested, feeling the acute dread sweep over her.
"He can find someone else!" she demanded. "Or must I bring this request to the attention of my father?"
"No, my Lady!" Keely replied, valiantly trying to keep the whine out of her voice.
"I knew you would see it my way. Now run along and deliver my acceptance to Sir Buckland."
Keely lowered her head, hiding her pout, before turning to leave. "And, Keely?"
"Yes, my Lady?" she paused, looking back.
"I want you to see Katarina tonight and ensure that you are dressed more befitting to accompany me," Lady Catherine ordered as she swept away.
Keely scowled at the retreating figure.
"Ohhhh dungheap!" she swore under her breath.
"You gave the message to my sister?" Lady Victoria asked surprised.
"I'm sorry, my lady. But she had already waylaid me once today and I was trying not to get her angry again," Keely tried explaining.
"I'm sorry, Susan," she added.
"Do not worry, Keely. I am sure Sir Buckland can handle the situation delicately," Lady Susan replied generously.
"Delicately?" Lady Victoria laughed.
"I have yet to inform him," Keely said anxiously.
"Oh do not despair, Keely. Susan is right. Sir Buckland will no doubt think of something!" Victoria told her, unable to hide her amusement.
"I had better inform him," Keely told them before departing Victoria's rooms.
Victoria looked around at Susan as the door closed behind Keely.
"Do not concern yourself, Susan. Sir Buckland will be devoting all his attention to you again" she smiled.
"I am not concerned" Susan replied.
"Of course you are. I've seen the way you look at him" Victoria insisted and smiled knowingly when Susan busied herself with preparations for their journey. "It must have been quite a convincing letter to captivate my sister," she added and unable to hold back any longer, she giggled, while Susan looked on in mock disapproval.
Sir Ezra smiled broadly, revealing his distinctive dimples and his green orbs twinkled with amusement.
"Let me see if I understand you correctly. Sir Buckland went to the scribe and had a enticing letter written that he wanted you to deliver to Lady Susan?"
"Yes."
"However, you were intercepted by Lady Catherine, and in a bid to keep both Lady Susan and yourself from further trouble, you told her the message was for her?"
"Yes," Keely sighed.
"And the Lady Catherine has accepted Buckland's invitation and they will rendezvous tomorrow after the Tournament in the gardens of Montrose Castle?"
"Yes, that's all of it" Keely nodded. "Will you please convey to Sir Buckland how sorry I am?"
"My dear girl, rest assured I shall take care of this matter personally," Ezra told her sincerely.
"You will?" she queried, puzzled by Ezra's good cheer about this situation.
"Of course!" Sir Ezra smiled, as he urged Keely along with a gentle push into the small of her back.
Keely took the hint and began to move away but she sent a small suspicious glance backwards.
"Au revoir," he grinned, giving her a two fingered salute that was indicative of only him.
Sir Ezra found Buck in the chamber hall conversing with Sir Christopher.
"Sir Buckland. Sir Christopher," he greeted.
"Where have you been?" Christopher growled.
"I had matters that required my attention," Ezra replied, ignoring the dark look flashed at him.
"You had matters that required your attention?" Christopher repeated with sarcasm.
"Exactly," Ezra agreed.
"I requested your presence at the Squires competition!"
"And I would have been there, if the last matter had not of delayed me."
"Do you even hear what I say?" Chris asked, his voice rising slightly. "Or do you just set out to deliberately annoy me?"
"Please be assured Sir Christopher, I listen to everything you say," Ezra pacified.
"Yeah, then you ignore it," Buck interjected grinning, earning him a glare from both of the other knights.
"Sir Buckland. I have a message for you. Would you excuse us, Sir Christopher?" Ezra stated as he began to move away, gesturing for Buck to follow. Buck took one look at Chris' scowl and followed Ezra quickly.
Once they had some privacy, Ezra spoke quietly. "Keely has been trying to deliver a message to you."
"Susan loved the letter, right?" Buck spoke loudly as his face lit up. Exuberance took over and he wrapped his arm around Ezra's shoulder in a quick hug.
"Sir Buckland, please," Ezra chastised, shrugging out of the grip and stepping back, looking around to ensure that no one had witnessed the taller knight's boisterous display of friendliness.
"Sorry, Ezra," Buck chuckled.
"If you would allow me to continue?"
"By all means," Buck responded with a graceful flourish of his hand. While the Frenchman got under Chris' skin, Buck had liked the foreign knight from the beginning. He appealed to Buck's mischievous nature and they frequently had lively conversations.
"There is a small problem," Ezra was saying.
"Like what?" Buck frowned.
"The Lady Susan requires your assistance in a matter requiring some tact on your part."
"Huh?"
"She requires you to sit with Lady Catherine at the Banquet tonight."
"Lady Catherine!" Buck grimaced. "But she doesn't like me," he complained.
"That is where the tact will be required," Ezra explained.
"If you can ensure that the Lady Catherine is entertained tonight with your infinite charm and stories of valour, it will then make it easier for Lady Susan to keep her liaison with you tomorrow in the garden of Montrose Castle," Ezra continued.
"Then she'll meet with me!" Buck asked eagerly.
"She will endeavour to do so."
"So I just have to distract Lady Catherine tonight?" Buck repeated.
"Now you understand!" Ezra agreed.
"Alright, I can do that!" Buck replied eagerly. Ezra easily hid his smug demeanour.
JD and Keely made themselves comfortable in the small balcony that overlooked the main hall of the castle. Originally designed to house musicians, it was never used as such. Lord Beaumont preferred his musicians closer, on the main floor. However, it was perfect to watch the dances, entertaining visitors or banquets, such as tonight.
"Hey, I wanted that!" JD complained as Keely bit into a sumptuous chicken leg.
"Too slow," she teased.
"The food is all on your side!" he protested.
"Who went and smiled nicely and asked the cook for the food?"
JD scowled and Keely grinned.
"I brought you some pie," she tempted.
JD glanced at her slightly appeased. "The one with cherries in it?"
"You know, I think it is," she smiled.
"Then I'll forgive you, your rude manners."
"My rude manners!" she laughed.
"Sshhh. They're all coming in," JD alerted her.
They ate in silence while they watched the room below fill up. Most of the knights, guests and friends were present before Lord and Lady Beaumont arrived with their daughters and ladies-in-waiting trailing behind them. Lord Beaumont seated his wife, serving as the signal for the others in the room to sit.
JD leant over to Keely. "Why is Buck sitting next to Lady Catherine?" he whispered.
"I don't know," she whispered back.
Lady Catherine concealed her annoyance as Sir Buckland smiled a little uncertainly before sitting beside her. She looked over to Sir Ezra who had seated himself across the table. The Frenchman threw her an apologetic look.
"Sir Buckland, I am pleased to have you seated with me tonight," Lady Catherine smiled sweetly.
"You are?" the knight blurted.
"But of course. You are always such lively company," she purred.
Buck smiled and nodded, however, he was a puzzled knight. Normally the Lady Catherine either ignored him or practiced rude comments on him. Buck puffed up a little. Sooner or later all women found him irresistible. Why should Lady Catherine be any different?
"Then lively I shall be, my lady," Buck grinned and Catherine allowed a tinkle of laughter to leave her lips. Reaching over she laid her hand briefly across his and widened her eyes suggestively. Buck glanced down at her touch. Definitely irresistible! He grinned assuredly but the look faded quickly as he glanced up and saw Lady Susan arch an eyebrow at him. However, he had better not enjoy it too much, he decided. Looking away, he fidgeted slightly before noticing that Sir Josiah and Sir Nathan were both looking at him and chuckling. He sent them a glare before returning his attention to his companion.
Lady Susan forced herself to take her eyes off Buckland and Catherine as she clasped her hands tightly in her lap. Seeing them together unsettled her more that she believed possible and she didn't want anyone to notice that fact. Drawing in a breath she turned to look at Lady Victoria beside her and sighed. Victoria was doing a terrible job of pretending not to ogle Sir Ezra. Not that the knight in question displayed any recognition of such attention. Lady Susan was always amazed at how well Sir Ezra kept any feeling or emotion undetected.
Pulling on her sleeve, Lady Susan smiled but her whispered tone was chastising. "Victoria!" Lady Victoria reluctantly dragged her eyes off Sir Ezra to lean into a side conversation with Susan. "You are too obvious!" Susan continued.
"But just look at him!" Victoria sighed as she cast another longing look at the devastatingly handsome dark-haired knight across the huge dining table, before the tugging on the sleeve commenced again.
"If you keep looking at him like that, your secret will not remain for much longer!" Susan warned.
Victoria frowned at her friend. "Maybe that is what should happen. Then perhaps Father will call an end to this ridiculous betrothal!"
"And maybe he would send Sir Ezra home!" Susan replied, not enjoying the pained express that crossed Victoria's face.
Victoria nodded. "I shall be good!" she murmured. Risking one more look at Sir Ezra, Victoria leaned to the right and engaged her mother in conversation. Barely taking in her mother's words, Victoria lost herself in remembering back to earlier that afternoon when she had talked and laughed alone with Sir Ezra, before he had taken her into his arms and kissed her ardently leaving her dizzy and breathless.
"Victoria?" her mother prompted.
"I'm sorry, Mother?" Victoria responded as she focussed on her mother, whose kind and attractive face looked concerned.
"Do not worry about tomorrow," her mother repeated.
"How can I not?" Victoria replied sadly as her mother gently squeezed her hand.
From their view in the balcony, JD looked puzzled.
"Buck's being very friendly to Lady Catherine," he noted. "She doesn't seem to mind though!" he added as he eagerly lifted the piece of pie to his mouth.
Keely nodded. She had noticed the same. She had to admit it was perplexing. Why Buck would voluntarily sit next to Catherine when she would have expected him to be seated next to, or near to, Susan as was his usual custom of late. Lady Catherine's behaviour was just as puzzling. She sat musing the possibilities when her gaze fell on Sir Ezra.
"He wouldn't," she whispered as she remembered his grin and salute from earlier, and realization struck.
"Wouldn't what?" JD asked, his mouth full. "Who do you mean?"
Keely shook her head. "I'm not sure, but I will find out!"
JD went to ask more questions but was interrupted as Lord Beaumont rose and began to speak.
"My Ladies, Sirs and welcomed guests. I am pleased you could all attend tonight's banquet. Tomorrow we journey to Montrose Castle, where in honour of Lady Victoria's betrothal to Sir Edric, Lord Montrose is putting on a tournament and feast. This alliance with strengthen both our titles and herald a new age of prosperity and protection…"
Lady Victoria purposely drowned out the rest of her father's speech. She had heard the reasons over and over when she had tried to argue her way out of this proposed marriage. With a heavy heart, she was unable to stop her eyes from seeking out those of Sir Ezra. The knight had expected her fearful gaze and tried to give her strength in a seemingly casual glance, before lowering his eyes to successfully conceal how he felt.
Day 2
Keely's face was lined with a scowl and had been that way for most of the last half hour. She was dressed in one of Victoria's old gowns and she was now seated while Katarina purposefully tried to brush her long dark, wavy hair so that it was unknotted and hung loosely. Snagging another tangle, the young girl protested.
"Owww!"
"When was the last time you brushed this?" Katarina chided. Keely eyebrows came together as a frown now accompanied her scowl.
"It's easier to keep it braided" she said petulantly. Her long hair was always swept back. It was easier to perform her duties that way.
Katarina shook her head and then happy that no more knots were to be found, secured a garland to the girl's head, from which a small coloured veil flowed off the back.
"You are finished" she declared and Keely got up quickly, before Katarina changed her mind and moved across the room to the mirror.
Her mouth gaped as she studied her reflection. Her loose hair framed her pretty face and highlighted her dark eyes. The ornate gown hugged her tiny frame and the tight fitting bodice pushed her breasts up, making them look full. She looked down feeling embarrassed. The bodice had her breasts jutting out like ripe peaches and she tried flattening them with her hands. Studying her reflection again, and seeing no significant difference, she sighed, thanked Katarina and left.
In the hallway, she met Lady Beaumont. Keely curtseyed deeply.