The Winter Kill: A Medieval Mystery Novella (The Sir Law Kintour Series Book 2) by Tomlin J. R

Author:Tomlin, J. R. [Tomlin, J. R.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Albannach Publishing
Published: 2016-07-24T16:00:00+00:00

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In spite of being wrapped in his heaviest cloak and his plaid and pacing up and down the dark vennel, Law’s hands and feet were numb with cold. The knife-sharp wind had slashed his face raw. Twice he’d ducked out of sight from being spotted by the watch. It had been too long. Something must have happened, he was sure, so he warily sneaked toward Dunbar’s house. When he reached the gate, it was swung open. He made out a shape. “Cormac?” he whispered.

“Law? Are you daft?” The minstrel hurried to him and put a hand on his arm. “A Dhia, you’re frozen.”

Law put his arm around Cormac’s shoulder to hurry him along toward home, and his warmth felt like heaven. “Are you all right?”

“I am fine.” He made a sound that could have been a snort or a laugh. “What a sad feast. But I think I learnt what you need.”

Law shared his long plaid with Cormac, whose cloak was not as thick as it could be. “Tell me, but let us hurry, before we’re both frozen.”

“There was a woman who seemed very familiar with Dunbar. She’s his regular leman, I suspect, but I had nae chance to talk to her. She was climbing all over him the whole time. A man there, Andrew they called him, said they were all with the king’s party in Stirling the night that Jannet died.”

“You think he was telling the truth?”

Cormac chuckled. “He had other things on his mind than lying. Aye, it was the truth.” He chuckled again, but it sounded a bit sad. “I dinnae think he’s a bad man. Pathetic and foolish. They are trying so hard to be evil but are just vain men who have to pay for their pleasure.”

Law looked at Cormac but could not make out his face. “We should hurry.”

“Only a little farther.” They turned the corner and light from the windows of the inn lit up the vennel like a beacon. “Did you learn anything from the song maister?”

“He wasn’t what I expected. Hearty and burly, an odd man for the post. But aye. He telt me something that will help. His house is near where she died, and he thinks that is why she was yon.”

Cormac pushed off the half of Law’s plaid he had shared, stepped away, and opened the door of the inn. “Then we are both good spies. Let us celebrate with a drink where it is warm.”

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