Kathryn Le Veque by Lord of Light

Author:Lord of Light [Light, Lord of]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dragonblade Publisher
Published: 2014-01-04T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

“Who is that fool at the gate?” the sergeant in charge of the watch could hear bellowing outside of the Clavell Hill’s gatehouse. “Is that the same man who has been demanding to see de Garr?”

Albert was standing on the second floor of the gatehouse, watching the scene below. The man Lady Alisanne had identified as Dodge de Vere, her husband, was standing at the gate and commanding that he be admitted inside. It was a foggy morning, misty, and having left the lady at Ovier’s hovel the night before so that he could return to his post at dawn at Clavell Hill, Albert had been listening to de Vere howl since before the sun rose. At first he thought the man was drunk but as time passed and the behavior continued, Albert simply thought he was an idiot. He didn’t even know the man but already he disliked him intensely.

“Aye,” he replied after a moment, he dark gaze never leaving the men below. “Mayhap I should go down there and find out why he wants to see de Garr so badly.”

The sergeant grunted. “You can go down there and tell him I’ll let the archers loose on him if he does not go away.”

Albert liked that thought. It would solve at least one of his problems. With a grin, he headed down to the gatehouse entry, ordering the gates open. The portcullis was down, a massive fanged barrier made from iron and wood, and he approached it as the old gates slowly cranked open.

It was dank and dark in the passageway beneath the gatehouse, the path uneven and smelling of mold. Dodge and his men were waiting as the gates opened enough so that they could slide inside. However, when they saw the portcullis was down, the demands started anew.

“Open this portcullis!” Dodge ordered. “You will admit me immediately!”

Albert reached the portcullis, his patience already thin. “You do not give commands,” he growled. “Who are you and what do you want?”

Dodge was incensed. “I am Sir Dodge de Vere,” he snapped. “If that name does not mean anything to you, it should. I come from the House of de Vere. I am a son of Aubrey de Vere, the deceased earl, and you will show me all due respect.”

Albert wasn’t impressed. He eyed the man through the gaps in the portcullis. “I have never heard of an earl’s son becoming a bounty hunter,” he said. “The sons of nobility have more refined professions and do not make money capturing fugitives.”

Dodge was outraged. “What I do is none of your affair!”

Albert was trying not to grin at the man’s indignation. “Now I remember,” he said. “You are the man who captured Roane de Garr. I would not think a son of Oxford to lower himself to deal with common rabble. Moreover, I seem to recall de Vere having only one son and his name is not Dodge.”

Dodge seemed to lose some of his confidence but it quickly returned, shadowed by anger.

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