The Red Knight

‘Why should he?’ Michael asked.

‘Is that the apprentice captain asking, or the squire?’ the captain asked, pouring himself more wine. He spilled some.

‘Just an interested bystander,’ Michael said, and casually, by mistake done-apurpose., knocked the captain’s wine off the table. ‘Sorry, m’lord. I’ll fetch more.’

The captain stiffened, and then yawned. ‘Nah. I’ve had too much. He has to assume I’ve filled the trench with men and that with one good rush he can overrun it and kill half my force.’

‘But you have filled it with men,’ Michael said. ‘I saw you send them out.’

The captain smiled.

Michael shook his head. ‘Where are they?’

‘In the Bridge Castle,’ the captain said. ‘It was very clever, but either he saw through the whole thing or he’s too much of a coward to try us.’ He looked in his wine cup and made a face. ‘Where’s Miss Lanthorn?’ he asked. Then he relented. ‘Why don’t you go see her?’

Michael bowed. ‘Good night,’ he said. And he slipped out into the hallway and pulled his pallet across the captain’s door.

He spent an eternity searching the torchlit darkness.

Elissa was sitting on a barrel entertaining half the garrison with a lewd story. But her youngest sister wasn’t there.

Mary was drinking wine in the Western Tower with Lis the laundress, Sukey Oakshot, the seamstress’s daughter, Bad Tom, Ser George Brewes, and Francis Atcourt. There were cards and dice on the table, and the women were laughing hard. All seven looked up when Michael leaned in.

‘She’s not here,’ Tom yelled, and guffawed. The other men-at-arms laughed indulgently, and Michael fled.

‘Who’s not here?’ Lis asked.

‘His leman. Boy’s in love.’ Tom shook his head and his great hand, under the table, chanced against Sukey’s ankle. She kicked him. ‘Which I’m a’married,’ she said, apparently unafraid of the largest man in the castle.

Tom shrugged. ‘Can’t fault a man for trying,’ he said.

‘Who’s his leman, then?’ Lis asked. ‘One o’ your slatterns? He’s too nice for an oyster, ain’t he?’

‘Oyster?’ asked Mary.

‘A lass as opens and shuts with the tide,’ Lis said, and drank more wine.

‘Like you, eh?’ said Mary.

Lis laughed. ‘Mary, you’re a local girl. Boys think you are easy. That’s a long chalk from what those girls do.’

Francis Atcourt shrugged. ‘They’re people like everyone else, Lis. An’ they play cards and go to church.’ He shrugged. ‘Sorry. I got a deep draught of mortality today.’

Tom nodded. ‘Drink more.’

Mary looked at Lis, caught beween admiration and anger. ‘So what you do-’ she said.

‘What I do is live my life wi’out being ruled by a man,’ Lis said. ‘Men is good for play and not so good for anything else.’

Tom laughed.

Ser George tossed his cards on the table, disgusted. ‘What is this, philosophy hour?’

‘And it’s your fucking sister the young squire’s riding,’ Lis said. She wasn’t sure just why she was angry.

Mary stood up, affronted. ‘That’s just like Fran – make a rule and then break it herself.’

Lis laughed. ‘Not Fran.’

Mary stopped dead. ‘Kaitlin? She’s not – she wouldn’t! She’s-’

Lis laughed.

Michael found her in the stable with three other girls, all younger. They were dancing. He went from horse to horse, looking them over. The girls stopped dancing, and one suddenly shouted that she was an evil monster and started shrieking, and the other two were laughing, or crying.

And then one of them was screaming, and Kaitlin was soothing her. Michael had been fooled by the screams, but he was over the stall and with them in a moment.

Kaitlin’s eyes met his. She had the little girl pressed against her.

‘We’re going to be eaten,’ bawled the child.

Kaitlin rocked her back and forth. ‘No, we’re not,’ she said firmly. She raised her face to Michael.

Michael knew she was asking something of him, but neither of them were sure exactly what it was. So he knelt with them. ‘I swear on my hope of being a knight and going to heaven, I will protect you,’ he said.

‘He’s not a knight, he’s just a squire,’ said the other girl, with the dreadful truthfulness that afflicts the young. She looked at Michael with enormous eyes.

Kaitlin’s eyes met his.

‘I will protect you anyway.’ Michael said, keeping his voice light.

‘I don’t want to be eaten!’ said the first girl. But the sobs were fading.

‘I’ll bet we’re gooey and delicious!’ said the second girl. She grinned at Michael. ‘And that’s why they attack us!’ she said, as if this solved a deep, difficult problem she’d been having.

Kaitlin hugged them both. ‘I think some people are silly,’ she said.

The third girl threw a clod of horse manure at Michael and he was caught in an odd dilemma. He wanted Kaitlin alone and yet, watching her with children, he wanted this moment to go on forever. And for the first time, he thought – I could marry her.