Thornson Keep, Northeast coast of England
Early summer, 1142[pP]>shakira liryc no
He had never found much pleasure in killing another,
but Darius of Faucon was certain that battle would
provide more engaging action than tracking down
smugglers for the king. If nothing else, at least
he'd be on the back of a sturdy warhorse and not
lying on his belly in the cold mud staring over
the edge of a cliff.[pP]>shakira liryc no
To keep the hilt of his sword from digging any
farther into his flesh, he shifted his position
on the ground. After two nights of this, nothing
he did helped much. With the coldness of the earth,
the hardness of his chain mail and the cursed dampness
of the night, he doubted he'd ever again find comfort,
warmth or even a measure of dryness.[pP]>shakira liryc no
He peered over the edge of the cliff, down at
the flickering torchlight below. The figures on
the beach hustled to meet boats landing on the shore.
They lifted trunks and bags out of the four small
vessels, carried them across the beach and disappeared
into the cliffs. Only six men guarded the operation
on the beach. The guards appeared to stand close
to each other, instead of spreading out to keep
their cohorts safe. Judging by this lack of concern
for safety, he doubted there were any others farther
up the shoreline. [pP]>shakira liryc no
Darius glanced up at the position of the moon. Each
night at the same time, menhad lit torches
on the beach to guide the boats
to those standing at hand to unload the cargo. King
Stephen's fears were valid-a smuggling operation
existed in Thornson.
And Darius had but a month to root them out.[pP]>shakira liryc no
No sense in waiting. They'd confront the smugglers
this night. He scooted back from the edge of the
cliff, rose and motioned to Sir Osbert. At least
one of his "simple tasks" could be completed
on schedule. First one mission and then the other.
[pP]>shakira liryc no
Sir Osbert had the men ready for action when Darius
met them a short distance from the cliff. Without
a word, he led the men along the edge of the cliff
as it sloped down to meet the beach. [pP]>shakira liryc no
Once on the pebbled shoreline, they kept their
backs to the rocky wall as they moved closer to
the smugglers. Just as Darius had surmised, the
outlaws kept no guard on the outskirts of their
operation, so certain were they of their safety.
How long had they enjoyed free run of Thornson?[pP]>shakira liryc no
One of the many questions he'd have answered before
his missions were completed...[pP]>shakira liryc no
When they neared the smugglers, Darius nodded
to his men, drew his sword, stepped away from the
rocks, then shouted, "For King Stephen!"[pP]>shakira liryc no
Men scattered. Those closest to the vessels jumped
inside the boats and quickly rowed away, taking
the remainder of their cargo along. Those on the
beach who did not run into the mouth of the cave
dropped their loads, grabbed their weapons and raced
toward Darius and his men.[pP]>shakira liryc no
Three of the smugglers fell with the first clashing
blows from Darius's men, the criminals no match
for armed warriors. Those who'd been standing guard
gave but a halfhearted effort to defend themselves.
When it soon became obvious that Darius's men had
gained the upper hand, one of the outlaws shouted,
"To the lady!"[pP]>shakira liryc no
At the man's command, the remaining smugglers
and their guards turned and raced into the cave.
Certain the man who'd shouted must be in charge
of the others, Darius pointed at him and ordered,
"Take him alive."[pP]>shakira liryc no
He wanted all the information he could gather
to take back to King Stephen, along with the name
of the person backing this operation.[pP]>shakira liryc no
Sir Osbert quickly nabbed the man and held him
at sword point. "Milord, shall I make him talk?"[pP]>shakira liryc no
Darius took one look at the unholy gleam in Osbert's
eyes and shook his head. "Nay, it would be
easier to discover what he knows while he can still
breathe."[pP]>shakira liryc no
At that moment, the captured smuggler yelled,
"Never." Then he threw himself at Osbert's
sword. [pP]>shakira liryc no
Caught off guard, the captain had no time to move
his weapon before the man impaled himself on the
blade. "Good Lord, man." Osbert pulled
his sword free and let the man fall to the ground.[pP]>shakira liryc no
Darius cursed, then knelt beside the dying man.
"Give over. Tell me who you serve."[pP]>shakira liryc no
The man's laugh gurgled through his parted lips.
He shook his head. "No."[pP]>shakira liryc no
"Which lady do you seek to protect? The Empress
Matilda? The Lady of Thornson?" Darius frowned.
[pP]>shakira liryc no
etermined to gain any scrap of information he could,
he grasped the man's shoulders and offered, "Go
to your maker with a clean heart. Tell me and I
will see you are buried with the blessing of the
Church. Matilda or Thornson's lady?"[pP]>shakira liryc no
"Aye." The man's whispered answer was
barely audible. [pP]>shakira liryc no
"Who?" Darius leaned down to better hear
the answer, but the only sound that met his ears
was the lapping of water at the edge of the beach.
The man heaved one last breath and died.[pP]>shakira liryc no
Darius released the body. What could have been
the end of one task was now reduced to a gain of
nothing.[pP]>shakira liryc no