As a blind woman wandering, upset and lost in the cellars of
the King’s castle, the darkness doesn’t frighten Lady
Lynnet, but the murder plot she overhears chills her to the
bone. Worse, the only one in authority she can turn to is a
Norman sheriff whose voice sounds disturbingly like one of
the conspirators.
“Basil, Sheriff of London, is battle-hardened, fiercely
loyal——and torn apart. He’s falling in love with the Saxon
beauty, but the very corruption she is helping him root out
may implicate his own half brother. How can he turn his back
on family——for an Anglo-Saxon woman?
“Enjoy the following excerpt from OUT OF THE DARK:”
“The sheriff might be a part of this.”
“I can’t believe that,” Geoff said, his voice getting louder
as he made his point. “I’ve known Basil for at least five
years. He’s honorable.”
Lynnet turned towards Geoff. He was leaning against a
tapestried wall near the fireplace. Even the vague outline
of his lithe, powerful body seemed ready to spring into
action.
“He came along immediately afterward,” she said. “He sounded
angry that he’d missed those men.”
“I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation.”
“You must ask Basil for protection.” Matilda waved her arms
while making her point. “Those men are trying to kill you.”
“I don’t know for sure today was connected to yesterday in
the cellars. The men today were ruffians. They may have
wanted ransom.”
“It’s more likely the two are connected,” Geoff said.
“At least you believe me. My parents think I’m hearing
things. Since I lost my sight, strange things sometimes
happen.”
Lynnet touched her crystal where it nestled under her blue
woolen bodice.
Matilda gave Lynnet a hug before plopping down in a chair
opposite the fireplace.
“Of course, we believe you.”
Geoff moved away from the wall and approached Lynnet.
“If there’s the slightest chance of trouble brewing, the
sheriff needs to know. The crown must be protected.”
“That’s right,” Matilda said.
“Basil has the king’s trust,” Geoff added.
“You should give him yours,” Matilda insisted.
Lynnet’s head was a whirl. Bewildered, she started
sputtering.
“But…but…his voice…”
“Many guests from northern shires stay at the king’s
residences during winter court,” Matilda cautioned her,
“including Basil’s father. They could easily sound alike.”
Lynnet felt immediately relieved.
Basil’s appearance in the cellar could have been pure
coincidence.
“Do you think the earl could be the conspirator?” Lynnet
asked.
Geoff shook his head in a shadowy movement.
“The earl would never turn against his king. But there are
others from Chester who would.”
The heaviness surrounding Lynnet’s heart since yesterday
lifted. The bond she’d immediately felt with Basil hadn’t
been misplaced. Her heart had known him innocent even while
her mind thought him guilty.
“You must tell Basil. If the king is in danger, there must
be no delay.” Geoff was adamant. His certainty was like the
tide. It could not be fought.
“I’ll talk with the sheriff.”
“You must tell your parents, also.”
Lynnet turned in the direction of Matilda.
“Must I?”
Her stomach knotted at the thought of it.
“It’ll be worse if you don’t.”
“But they told me not to get involved in politics.”
“They have no choice. The king must be protected.”
“You’re right, of course.” Lynnet was resigned.
“We’ll go with you.”
“From now on,” Geoff said, “don’t go anywhere by yourself.
It’s too dangerous.”
Lynnet agreed. Her world was definitely no longer safe.
Basil bent over the large oak table in an anteroom of the
Treasury on the storeroom level of the Tower, going over the
figures the scribe had written down and double-checking the
tally. A pen and ink map of the cellars cross-referenced to
lists of supplies in each storeroom was spread out on the
table. The scribe and the retainers who had helped take the
inventory were seated nearby.
When the Treasury door crashed open, Basil turned towards
it, exasperated at an interruption. Only minutes before,
according to a two-hour rotation schedule, the guards
assigned to the vault changed with much stamping of feet and
shouting of orders. Basil had just refocused on the
inventory figures when here was another interruption. He
turned towards the intruder, frowning. His frown changed to
a smile when he saw who it was.
“Lord Geoffrey, good to see you.” He shoved his wooden chair
backward, scraping it across the stone floor, and rose to
greet his friend with a bear hug and much slapping of backs.
“And I, you. It’s been awhile.”
Basil offered him a chair, but Geoff chose to stand.
“What brings you to the bowels of the Tower?”
“Lady Lynnet of Osfrith.”
Basil’s stomach turned queasy.
“What does she want?”
“It’s a confidential matter of some urgency. I’ll take you
to her.”
“You rich people don’t care what important work you
interrupt, do you?”
Geoff chuckled.
“We like to keep you poor bastards downtrodden.”
Basil shook his head wearily, resigned to not completing the
verification of the inventory. At the same time, his heart
beat faster as he wondered how the Saxon beauty would treat
him today.
Basil waved a hand towards the cluttered table.
“Give me a moment to finish up here.”
He addressed the scribe and the retainers. “Lock the map and
lists in the trunk. Give the guard the key. Meet me here
tomorrow at dawn so we can finish the tally.”
He stuck his short sword into its sheath on his belt and
turned back to Geoff.
“Lead on, Baron,” Basil said. “Let’s find out why the lady
raised this hue and cry.”
Basil sympathized with Lynnet as she stumbled over her
tongue while relating the events of yesterday and this
morning. Her she-devil mother butted in, criticizing and
belittling.
He was also incensed.
She should have told me this yesterday. I need to report
this to the king immediately.
They were assembled in her parents’ chamber. It was one of
the more elegantly furnished chambers in the Tower with
heavy velvet bed draperies, brightly colored tapestries and
leather chairs. The large fireplace was well-stocked with
logs against the chill of a bleak November day.
Lord Geoffrey and he leaned against the wall beneath the
shuttered window. Lady Matilda and Lady Lynnet sat on
chairs. Lady Durwyn sat primly on the edge of the bed, her
feet on a stepping stool. The position put her higher than
the other women. Her husband had pulled a cushioned stool
towards the bed and sat like a whipped cur at his wife’s
feet.
Lady Lynnet had just finished relating this morning’s
abduction when her mother broke in.
“You must forgive my daughter, Sheriff. She’s given to
flights of fancy.”
Lady Durwyn rose and faced him. She took a deep breath and
pulled herself up to her full height.
“It’s difficult for me to divulge this, but for the longest
time our daughter told us she could see the ghost of my
deceased mother-in-law.”
“But, Mother,” Lynnet said, wringing her hands, a deep frown
creasing her forehead. “Lord Geoffrey found the rug they
wrapped me in.”
“I don’t deny you were kidnapped, Daughter,” her mother said
in a tone that clearly said ‘do not interrupt’. “The
bruising on your face is serious, not to speak of
unsightly.”
Lynnet visibly winced.
“I just say you were taken for ransom, not conspiracy. After
all, the wool trade made my lands prosperous. I’m quite
wealthy. Any fool knows those ruffians were after our
money.”
Lynnet blushed, looking embarrassed. Basil was about to come
to her defense when her father spoke up.
“My dear, we need to keep an open mind.”
Lord Wilfgive’s high-pitched, tenor voice seemed excessively
conciliatory. In size, Lynnet’s father was only a couple of
inches taller than his daughter. His wife towered over both.
Despite his well-known reputation as a scholar, on the
short-legged stool he seemed insignificant. The exception
was the quality of his clothing. That was designed to
impress.
“We should hear what the sheriff has to say,” Lord Geoffrey
said.
Everyone’s attention focused on Basil. When Lady Lynnet
turned towards where he stood, his heart speeded up despite
his intention to be disinterested. He cleared his throat.
“I’m investigating a series of robberies from the Tower.”
His bass voice reverberated against the stone walls, making
him self-conscious. This was the aspect of his occupation he
liked the least. A man of action, words were a second
choice.
“It’s possible this abduction had nothing to do with
yesterday. Perhaps the thieves saw your daughter as an easy
prey for kidnapping and a ransom.”
Geoff pushed himself abruptly away from the wall, seeming to
startle Lynnet. He ran his fingers through his hair as if
agitated.
“But she heard someone speak of chaos in the kingdom. We
can’t take lightly anything that touches on the king.”
Before Basil could assure Geoff that action would be taken,
her father spoke up.
“You haven’t known us long, Baron. Our daughter hears voices
that no others hear. It started after illness caused her
blindness.”
Basil watched Lynnet’s face flush beet-red.
“Father, I’m blind, not deaf. My hearing is better than
yours. Most times, what I hear can be explained.”
“But there are other times, Daughter. This may be one of
them.”
Basil’s stomach gave a twist as if he was the one under
attack. Lynnet was being made to look foolish in front of
her friends and him. He cleared his throat.
“I’ll look into both your daughter’s kidnapping and the
conspiracy,” he assured them.
Geoff leaned back against the wall as if satisfied.
Lady Durwyn started pacing, something a noble woman never
did in company. The train of her purple woolen kirtle
dragged against the flagstones. It demonstrated the
intensity of her distress as she spoke.
“I don’t want to be embroiled in lengthy investigations.”
“I’ll do my best to shield you during my inquiries.”
The husband calmed his wife, his voice soothing.
“See, my dear, the sheriff will handle everything. We don’t
have to be involved.”
Not involved? Your own daughter’s life is at stake.