to the other on his arm. He gritted his teeth and nearly begged, “Please, stop.”
He stiffened when the point of a sword pressed against his back. Surely Lyonesse wasn’t going to kill him now with his men so near.
“Release the chains about his wrists.” When Howard hesitated to do her bidding, Lyonesse reasoned, “The eagle carries a missive tied in her jesses. Howard, his legs are still shackled. I have a sword in his back. Release the chains.”
Before the chains hit the wooden floor of the walkway, Rhys plucked the scroll from Jezebel and handed it over his shoulder to Lyonesse. While stroking the chest of the nervous eagle, he urged, “If you can read, milady?”
Howard’s weapon replaced Lyonesse’s while she stepped out of the keep’s lengthening shadow and back into the light spilling from the entrance of the hall to unroll the parchment.
He continued to stroke Jezebel while waiting for his captor to read the missive from his captain. Had there not been so many people gathered so near, Rhys would have laughed out loud at the absurdity of this event.
Lyonesse’s sharp cry frightened Jezebel into flight. Instantly Rhys gave the bird the whistled command to return to Melwyn.
When he was certain of Jezebel’s safety, Rhys turned around. Howard held the sword across Rhys’s chest. “Do nothing brainless.”
Rhys stared down at Howard. “Some day, Howard, I will feed you that sword. Take me to your lady.”
After reaching Lyonesse’s side, he hastily snatched the note from her trembling fingers and read aloud, “My Lord Faucon, an armed force approaches.”
Howard broke the deafening silence first. “Does this army come for you?”
Rhys laughed. “Would my captain go to such great lengths to warn me of my own rescue? Would he seek to tell me if a friend of Taniere approached? Had Melwyn thought to rescue me, he would have approached Taniere on his own.”
Lyonesse paled. Her maid raised a hand to cover her mouth and scurried back inside the hall. Howard cleared his throat and scuffed one foot across the timber of the walkway.
What was the reason for this? Rhys frowned. They acted guilty. He pinned Lyonesse with a questioning gaze. “You do not seem surprised to find my men so near.”
She looked out over the wall for a few heartbeats before replying. “Would not that be expected?”
Her tone of voice was too uncertain. As if she searched for an answer. Rhys turned to Howard. “Would it be expected?”
Howard glanced at his lady. “Lady Lyonesse, please.”
“Howard!” Quickly facing Rhys, she admitted, “Yes, Faucon, your men are near.”
“For how long?”
She shrugged. “How would I know? We did not speak.”
“Speak? To who?”
“Your man.” Howard then explained about the man retrieving the eagle.
Lyonesse glared at her captain as if she’d like to rip his tongue from his mouth. “Thank you.”
Rhys held back his laugh. “Tell me, Lyonesse, how much longer did you think to hold me?”
“For as long as it requires.”
“I am certain my men would have ridden away from the area and just left me here.”
After glancing down at the bailey and back to her keep, Lyonesse muttered, “Keep your sarcasm to yourself, Faucon. I have other things with which to deal.”
Howard sprang to action with a curse. He shouted for the troop to assemble in the bailey. Then he turned to Lyonesse. “Milady, I will do what I must to ensure your safety.”
Before she could reply, Rhys interrupted. “With God’s blessing my men could easily defeat a force of fifty. The one approaching your gates now is too large to confront alone. Else, Melwyn would not have alerted me to the danger.” He glanced at the men assembled in the inner yard, counting thirty. “Do you think there are enough there to hold the enemy at bay?”
Lyonesse nodded and stiffened her spine. Rhys admired her bravado in front of her people, but it did not change the facts.
“How many battles have these lads fought, Lyonesse? I have watched Howard training these young and woefully inexperienced men to become a fighting force to be reckoned with. Are they ready, milady? For the reckoning is at hand.”
Lyonesse shrugged one shoulder. “They have no choice. I cannot conjure more men at will.”
“I can.”
The lady took a small step back. “What are you saying?”
Rhys thought that was obvious. “Allow Melwyn and my men entrance to Taniere. With the added numbers your victory is assured.”
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