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23: Unpredictable Circumstances
“Are you sure we can trust him?” William asked,
pulling me aside for a moment.
I shrugged. “For now, yes. He holds no love for the
Duke, and he had plenty of opportunities to hurt me, but didn’t.” I leaned
against the wall, my stomach full, and the excitement of the previous day
beginning to catch up to me. I hadn’t slept at all last night and just now I
was starting to feel the exhaustion. Briefly I wondered what had taken it so long.
“Safeguard had nothing to do with it?” William
cocked a knowing eyebrow at me.
I laughed softly. “His presence may have helped my
cause a little.”
My teacher glanced sideways at me, as if studying my
face in the flickering light. “I wish somehow that we hadn’t separated. So many
things could have happened while you were alone…” he trailed off, his sentence
fading away like the smoke of the candles that lit the room we were standing
in.
We had left
Malcolm and Henry discussing further plans in hushed tones over a dimly lit
table in the same inn I had so recently learned to sew a wound shut. The
Restless Raven was chosen because soldiers knew that those who frequented it
had no love for their master, the Duke of Devonshire, and therefore they shrank
from ever visiting the ghastly place. Not that I could blame them. After all,
the inn was hardly a pleasant place. Secretive and a good place to hide; yes,
but clean and orderly; no.
Watching Malcolm talk with such animation brought a
smile to my lips. I had been gone from his presence for so long I almost forgot
how he threw himself so energetically into strategizing. He was brilliant when
it came to planning, and this rescue of his betrothed was no different. A
certain light shone in his eyes that I hadn’t seen there since the last time we
had played a game of chess.
“I’ll pay you a half-crown for your thoughts,”
William’s voice broke through my reminiscing, and I glanced his direction to
find his eyes still studying me. My face must have gone a shade darker pink,
because I could see William begin to grin to himself. “Or, perhaps I shouldn’t
ask,” he added teasingly.
I rolled my eyes helplessly. Really, the man was
incorrigible. “It is hardly is worth a
whole half-crown,” I said with a shrug of my shoulders.
“Now I’m really curious,” my teacher’s smile reached
to his eyes and I saw them twinkling.
I sighed deeply. “If you must know, I was thinking
how glad I was to have my brother with me again. I missed him dreadfully.”
“Oh, is that all?” William asked.
With a frown, I looked over at him. He seemed almost
crestfallen, but at the same time relieved. I hid a puzzled smile with
difficulty. “I told you it wasn’t worth a half-crown.”
Suddenly, Malcolm appeared in front of me with a
half-smile on his face. “Are you done whispering?” he asked.
I hadn’t realized. “We were whispering?”
His eyebrows rose slightly. “You were.”
“I beg your pardon. It won’t happen again, and yes,
of course we’re done.”
Malcolm shot William a look I couldn’t quite decipher,
and then motioned towards Henry. “We decided the first step in our rescue is to
find out where exactly the Duke is keeping his valuable prisoner.”
William mirrored my nod of agreement. It was the
most sensible plan of action. But how?
I must have asked the question aloud because he
continued, “As he said before, Henry has some friends who frequent the castle,
sometimes even the least used rooms which the Duke inhabits.”
Henry walked up behind him, subconsciously holding
his injured arm in a protective manner. “They are less likely to attract
attention when they inquire about the princess,” he explained. “Malcolm pointed
out that some of them may even be the very ones who bring food or water to
her.”
“After we successfully find where the princess is
without the Duke or Alfred finding us, what will we do next?” William posed
this question to Henry, but Malcolm was the one to answer.
“We will endeavor to find a way to smuggle her from
the Duke’s grasp,” he said simply. “I agree with Henry…one must find an enemy’s
weakness if one wishes to triumph over them. That will be our next step:
finding a weakness.”
“And then,” I said finally, “you will swoop in on a
white horse in shining armor and carry your future bride off into the sunset.”
William and Henry chuckled at this, and I could
hardly keep a grin off my own face. Malcolm blushed and ducked his head before
quickly gaining control over himself again.
“Of course, it won’t be quite that easy.” He sighed.
“I only wish it was.”
I patted him on the shoulder gently. “God will be
with us. He will keep us, as well as Christine, safe.”
Henry started towards the door. “I’m going to go
speak with my friend, one of the guards in the castle. If anyone knows anything
about the princess’s whereabouts, it’ll be him.”
Malcolm nodded his approval. “I’ll come with you.”
My brother glanced my direction questioningly. “Would you like to join us?”
I shook my head wearily. “I’m sure it’ll be
fascinating,” I replied, “but right now, I’m utterly exhausted and need to get
some more sleep.”
William moved over to where my brother now stood,
next to the door. “I’ll join you, Malcolm,” he offered.
The door shut behind them, and at last, for the
first time in what seemed like years, I was able to have a whole night’s sleep.
* * * *
*
A day passed, and then another, before we learned
where Princess Christine was kept in the Duke’s large castle. Meanwhile, I
caught up on much needed sleep and much needed nourishment. The Restless Raven
did serve good food, though the dishes’ cleanliness was not such as it could
have been.
At last Henry brought us the news we had been
waiting for: the princess was a prisoner in one of the towers within the castle
walls. The Duke didn’t appear to go near her, except he questioned her once or
twice to learn all she knew about her father’s plans…which thankfully for us
wasn’t much. It appeared that he had no ulterior motives except to keep her as
a bargaining tool with the king. We hoped this would continue to be the case
until we had a chance to pull her away. Who knew what the Duke would do to her
if he grew tired of waiting for the king to demand a release of his daughter.
Our friend Lord Alfred, however, was an entirely
different matter. According to Henry’s friend, he had gotten a few bruises from
the hand of the princess, as well as a few more from her well-aimed kicks, for
the trouble he took to whisk her away from her home. Of course, this didn’t put
Christine in good standing with him.
Worried lines creased Malcolm’s brow when Henry
finished releasing his information. “We’ve just got to get her out of there,”
he said with a hint of desperation, gnawing on his lower lip.
William leaned his hands on the table, making eye
contact with my brother. “Well, we’ve completed our first step in recovering
the princess. What’s next, General?”
A small grin eased some of the wrinkles of Malcolm’s
concern out of sight. “Next we find a weakness. As quickly as possible.”
“How?”
My brother’s strategizing genius bubbled to the
surface yet again. His eyes narrowed in concentration and he tapped the table
we were sitting at with his restless fingers. “We’ll have to get inside the
castle and gain a better understanding of their defenses.”
“Sir…I mean Lord
Alfred knows what we look like,” I pointed out needlessly. I could see everyone
was thinking the same thing.
Malcolm held up a hand. “I have an idea.”
*
* * * *
“This is insane!” I exclaimed when my brother had laid
out his “fool-proof” plan before us. I stared at the three men watching my
reaction with obvious amusement on their faces. “You must be out of your mind!”
I added for emphasis.
“I might be,” Malcolm chuckled. “But it will work.”
I shook my head violently, sending my long braid of
auburn hair flying. “How? Alfred…the Duke and
Alfred will see right through it!”
“I don’t think so.” Malcolm looked me in the eye.
“Alfred will hardly think that you would allow us to dress you as a boy, cut
your hair, and send you alone into an enemy’s castle to act as a peasant boy
looking for work in the stable as a part of our rescue plan.”
“And he’d be right!” I said, holding my hair
protectively.
“But you’d do it,” my brother continued knowingly,
“you’d do it for the princess.”
“Much as I hate to see all those lovely auburn waves
cut off, it’s the only way,” William added gently.
Even as a blush deepened the color of my cheeks at
the subtle compliment, I gave a heavy sigh. They were both right. I would do
anything short of killing myself or denouncing my faith to bring her to safety.
With a resigned air, my hand fell away from my braid.
Sitting down on a nearby stool, I surrendered to
their plan. “Please do it quickly,” I requested. “Before I change my mind.”
My brother pulled out a wicked looking pair of
shears and began sawing my hair away from my head. I choked back tears as the
strands fell around my feet, but gave up keeping them contained when they
refused and obstinately continued down my face in small rivers of regret.
Already I felt my head lighten, free of the weight of my hair, but that didn’t
help my mood in the slightest.
As was the case with most girls, my hair had been a
source of pride and vanity all my growing up years, and now I was losing all
the work I had put into keeping it long and healthy to a whim of my brother’s.
To say I was distressed would be an understatement of the highest caliber.
“It doesn’t look too bad,” Malcolm told me when
standing back to survey his handiwork. “In fact, it looks quite passable, if I
do say so myself.”
I took my tear stained face out of my hands and
blinked away the mist that filled my vision so I could see the final picture in
the mirror over the room’s fireplace. My sight cleared, and for a moment, I
stared in shock at the creature that faced me. Then I realized that that
creature was me, and the tears began to flow once more as I buried my face in
my hands yet again in the effort to hide what I saw.
My beautiful hair, the one thing I really had to
fuss over with girlish pride, was cut off just below the ears. Malcolm, not
being the most accomplished barber by any stretch of the imagination, had cut
it jaggedly, the rough ends all different lengths. Some of it hung down over my
eyes, effective for hiding my identity, which I realized upon some reflection,
but a very unladylike style nonetheless.
Any shred of pride I held had been efficiently cut
off along with my hair. The sobs which racked my body died away to shamed
hiccups. I pulled my head up and wiped my tears away bravely, still avoiding
the image of my new self in the mirror.
“I-I’m sorry a-about that,” I hiccupped. “It was
s-such a s-shock!”
My brother patted me on the back. “You’ll get used
to it eventually, Meg.”
No I won’t. I ran a hand through my hair
reflectively, surprised at how soon my hand came free of the shortened length.
Tears stung my eyes, threatening to spill out again, but I sucked them back.
William was regarding me with a lopsided grin.
I met his stare with a glower that came straight
from my healthy amount of wounded pride. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t say
it,” I warned. “I’m liable to slap someone, anyone,
who sees fit to make a joke about how I look at this moment.”
My teacher saw fit to ignore my warning. “I was just
going to say you look absolutely adorable, Meg,” he said with a smirk plastered
across his face.
I stomped over and peered up at him, wishing I could
be taller and be able to look him eye to eye. “Didn’t I warn you not to make
fun of me?” My eyes filled with tears again, and my hand rose on its own accord
to slap him.
He caught my wrist and lowered it slowly. “Calm
yourself, Meg, I wasn’t making fun of your hair.” I saw now that William’s eyes
held only honesty, and I forced myself to listen. “I really do think your hair
looks fine.” He glanced at my brother and the grin returned. “Granted, Malcolm
is not the best hair cutter in the world, but after a few weeks of growing,
perhaps trimming it a little after we rescue the princess, it’ll look better.”
I took a deep breath, felt my shorn head, and gave
William a shaky smile. “Thank you.”
“I can buy you some clothes, Meg,” my brother
continued. “And we’ll have to fix your face—what we can see of it—and your hair so that Alfred can’t recognize
you.”
I regarded myself sorrowfully in the mirror. “I
doubt he’d recognize me as I am now.”
Malcolm tilted his head thoughtfully. “Perhaps not,
but we’ll still have to get you nice and dirty before sending you into the
lion’s den.”
I sighed with a martyr-like air. “I hope Christine
appreciates everything I’m going through to get her to safety.”
“I’m sure she does,” William assured me.
Malcolm grinned and headed towards the door.
“William, Henry, meet me outside. We’ll split up to gather supplies we’ll need
for getting into the castle after Meg does her part, and the things for our
disguises.” He looked at me and a flicker of sympathy clouded his eyes for a
moment. “Meg, stay here and rest. Who knows when you’ll have another chance.”
I waited until the door closed before melting into a
puddle of helpless tears once more. It was ridiculous, and I felt ashamed to
show my feelings in such a manner, but I knew that if I held the tears inside,
my resolve would crumble sooner. Better to let out my emotions now, while no one
was near enough to laugh at my misery.