Isle of the Druids by Frances Lockstone

Author:Frances Lockstone
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Frances Lockstone
Published: 2016-03-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

Coelbren opened one eye then the other. He hurt all over. His chest heaved. When he tried to speak the words stuck in his throat.

‘You are quite safe now. My name is Mina and I am a doctor.’

She observed his breathing for a minute or two and felt his forehead. Then she instructed the nurse to give him some herbs to calm him down. His breathing was rapid and irregular and that worried her.

King Seiont was checking the guard house. Gethin was chained to a wall and his legs were bound up. Even so, Seiont and Ioan took it in turns to check on him. The man was impossible. He looked like he was about to be released. Seiont thought that was entirely possible, with Berwyn on the run. The other brigands were locked up too. That would make it harder for Berwyn, should he attack.

‘I have told our men to get a rest. But I will be happier when they are back on guard.’

‘I agree,’ said Ioan, ‘But for now we need the help of the townsmen.’

‘They seem afraid of the brigands and that’s not helping.’

Seiont shook his head. The brigands had brought trouble with them everywhere they went. He hoped they would recapture Berwyn and put the lot of them on trial, as planned.

Gethin, bound hand and foot, wasn’t so sure of his future. He kept up the banter and put on a show of confidence he didn’t truly feel. ‘Where are you, Berwyn?’ The thought of his second-in-command would normally reassure him. Only lately, the man had been behaving oddly. Gethin couldn’t put his finger on it. Just a look here and a tone of voice that had not been present before. He shrugged. There was very little he could do about it for now, so he closed his eyes. His legs ached with the ropes that dug into his flesh. Chains held his hands and arms at an angle that allowed no rest. He wondered, briefly, if Coelbren was still alive. A smile curled the corner of his lips. There was no love lost between him and the Druids. He would slay the lot of them, if he got the chance.

*

Berwyn sat in the shade of a tree and smiled. It felt good. He liked the feeling of freedom. He thought this had been a long time coming and he deserved it. When he had rested, he got back on his horse and rode serenely away from the camp. Independence was a fine and admirable thing, but he knew it presented its own problems. Food was one of them. Shelter was another. He had spent the last twenty years ranging over the northern lands, picking what he wanted out of the hands of poor villagers and never giving it another thought. But he was not on his own then. The band of brigands had been behind him. As the day progressed he had still not worked out how to steal the food he needed. He leaned down from his horse at one point, as it grazed the spring grasses.

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