02 Dark Queen Waiting by Paul Doherty

Author:Paul Doherty [Doherty, Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
ISBN: 9781448303540
Publisher: Severn House Publishers
Published: 2019-09-12T23:00:00+00:00

‘And the others?’

‘Oh yes,’ Zeigler agreed, ‘but did you see Pembroke, like some ragged-arsed urchin? He came to watch me die. A true coward who could act as brave as he wanted with me caged like a bear.’ Zeigler laughed. ‘Yes, like the bear I gave him to. I will hunt him down and I will strike. You saw those two women with him, yes?’ Zeigler didn’t wait for an answer. ‘Mother and sister surely? Notice how they were garbed in the grey gown and white wimple of those pious bitches, the Minoresses. Well, they too must pay for what happened.’

‘Master, Pembroke might try to hunt you.’

‘He can’t.’ Zeigler laughed. ‘Pembroke is now in sanctuary. What do we have to fear from him? I will take care of Pembroke and his ilk. I swear, Joachim, within the month, every traitor in the so-called Red Dragon Battle Group will be dead. I will kill them all. Yes.’ Zeigler again drank from his cup. ‘Then it will be home, but not before we make our fortunes in Brittany.’

‘Master?’

Zeigler, full of himself, just shook his head. ‘Joachim, I trust you as a brother, a true riffler like myself. A mercenary who has fought for York, yet I cannot tell you everything, but we shall be envoys. Yes, envoys.’ Zeigler rolled the word around his mouth. He then laughed to himself, pointing at his henchman. ‘Believe me, we are going to be envoys to the Tudor brat and, when we are accepted, we shall kill him.’

Reginald Bray made himself comfortable in the enclosed window seat overlooking the frozen garden of The Prospect of Jerusalem, which stood on the corner of Queenhithe quayside. He had dined well on roast beef cooked in a mustard sauce, a pot of stewed vegetables and a blackjack of strong ale brewed by the rubicund-faced tavern master. Bray had returned from All Hallows. He had made his farewells of the countess and Urswicke, solemnly promising that he would use the ever-attentive Fleetfoot as a courier between them. All messages would be conveyed by word of mouth or secret cipher. Bray had then watched the cortege assemble. Ten sanctuary men, shackled by foot and hand, squatting either side of the huge prison cart, a moving, barred cage with a small door above the tailgate. The prison cart was pulled by six massive dray horses caparisoned in the Guildhall livery though, at the countess’s insistence, the carters were her own household, two sitting on the cart whilst a third walked on foot leading the horses. A dozen city archers were their escort under the command of Sir Thomas Urswicke. The Recorder, resplendent in his coloured robes, led the procession whilst Parson Austin rode alongside.

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