Deep into Darkness by Kathryn Le Veque

Author:Kathryn Le Veque [Veque, Kathryn Le]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Medieval
Published: 2016-12-24T18:00:00+00:00

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—

“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

~ Excerpt from Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”

PART FOUR: Thing of Evil….

“Jamison!”

Havilland’s piercing cry rang out in the dark room, startling the host and naturally causing him to turn in her direction. Havilland would never forget the look on the man’s face, something between rage and pure evil. But in that fraction of a second when the host looked at her, Jamison heard her cry and, roused from his heavy sleep, rolled off of the pallet as fast as he could. In doing so, he knocked the host’s legs and the man tumbled sideways, towards Havilland, and lost his dagger. But Havilland still had hers; as the host stumbled towards her, she brought the dagger up.

The host saw the flash of a blade in her hand and roared, lashing out a big hand and knocking it away. Havilland, who had grown up around knights and had learned to fight as one, struggled to keep from panicking. She dropped to her knees, under the strike of the host, who was now trying to swipe at her with his hands and his feet. Havilland took a kick to the thigh but it wasn’t enough to hurt – she was more concerned with regaining her dagger and it was all she could focus on. On her hands and knees, she propelled herself across the floor, straining to grab the hilt of the dagger that proved to be just far enough out of her reach.

While Havilland scrambled around on the floor, Jamison claimed his broadsword where it lay atop his saddlebags. By this time, the host had crashed into the wall near the door but he was still trying to kick at Havilland, who was on the ground trying to reclaim the blade that the host had knocked away from her. All Jamison had to see was his wife fighting for her life. After that, the lion within him roared to life. The warrior in him came out, the husband so intent to protect his wife, and he leveled the broadsword in his hands offensively.

Death was in the air.

In truth, there was little fight because the host was fed with madness. He wanted to kill so badly that he was slapping and kicking at everything, in every direction, and it was clear that he had no battle plan in mind. His only plan was to strike. As he charged towards Jamison, Havilland managed to reclaim her dirk and in a swift and cunning movement, brought the blade up, beneath the host’s line of sight, and plunged it into the man’s chest. As the host screamed and gurgled, a horrifying sound, Jamison brought his broadsword around, carving into the host’s neck, killing him instantly.

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