“Just a minute,” I told him. “Let me get the rest of these men home.” It took a couple of minutes to finish that and dismiss the men and then I turned back to him. “Alright, you look like you have something to tell me…”
“Yes your Excellency, Joe McDaniel wanted me to tell you to see him as soon as you returned, before doing anything else,” the man answered, dutifully reciting his message.
“Tell Joe I’ll see him as soon as I get back from Lancaster. I have a lady waiting on me there,” I gave him one of my disarming smiles.
“Your pardon sir, but Joe said I should tell you he needs to see you first. He said it was very important,” he replied. I could tell he felt uncomfortable telling me that.
“Well Joe shouldn’t really be expecting me for another day or two, so I doubt a few minutes will make a difference. I’ll see him as soon as I return…,” and so saying I ducked into the room holding the circle that led to Lancaster. Before the poor fellow could muster the courage to restate his message I had transported myself.
I hastily unlocked the door that protected the circle in Lancaster and stepped outside. Today there were no fewer than three men guarding the building, something I knew to be unusual. As soon as I stepped out two of them snapped to attention while the third drew his horn to his lips and blew a loud note.
“There’s no need for that!” I said immediately.
The man with the horn finished and put it down. “Your pardon sir, the duke’s orders were that we sound the horn the moment you appeared.”
I frowned, “What’s going on?” The tension in these men had already set my hackles to rising.
“The duke will explain sir,” he replied apologetically.
“Fine,” I said and began walking toward the main door of the keep. Before I could reach it the door flew open and Ariadne darted out, running as quickly as a young woman can in full skirts, which was surprisingly fast. Before I could utter a greeting she flung herself into my chest, and buried her face against my shoulder.
“I’m so sorry Mordecai!” she cried into my tunic. My apprehensiveness went up several notches and transformed into true anxiety. I hadn’t seen Ariadne cry like this since she was a child, and that had been over a dead puppy. Something told me this had nothing to do with furry animals.
“Where is Penny?” I asked suddenly. A cold feeling was running down my spine now. Ariadne said something but I couldn’t hear her clearly, most likely because my shirt was muffling her voice, that and the tears. The door opened again and I saw James approaching with an angry expression.
“Ariadne! I told you to stay inside. You’re only making this worse,” James spoke loudly, and I could tell by his voice he was close to snapping.
She turned to him, face red with tears. “I had to see him Father. I had to tell him how sorry I am.”
His next words were spoken with such a tone of controlled anger they made even me flinch. “Get… to… your… room…”
“But Father!”
“Now!” he barked.
She broke and ran for the keep and I gave James a questioning look. It was unusual for him to be so stern with his family. “Where is Penny?”
His face changed, switching from anger to tired sorrow in a heartbeat. “Come inside Mordecai. Let’s talk at the table so everyone can hear. Your mother is anxious to see you as well.”
I followed him into the entry hall, my anxiety only becoming greater. “Where is Penny?” I asked again.
“Let’s sit down first lad,” he said in an informal tone, I could tell he was trying to calm me down but it only served to drive me to anger.
I jerked back from his hand, “Where is Penny damnitt!? I’m not taking another step until you explain yourself!”
His face showed little, but knowing his self-control it told me a lot anyway. “She’s missing Mordecai. Now come, sit down so we can explain what we do know.”
I started walking rapidly, my strides eating up the ground between me and the great hall. I wanted to know everything, and I wanted to know it immediately. I burst through the doors into the dining hall with James still ten paces behind. The room had been cleared and the only people in the room sat at the high table. I noted the faces of those present instantly, my mother, Lady Thornbear, Genevieve, William Doyle, who was the duke’s master huntsman, as well as Sir Andrew, the new seneschal for Lancaster Castle. Most notable to me were the absences, neither Penny nor Dorian was present, nor were any of the guards I had sent with them.
No one looked particularly happy to see me. Most of them were trying not to meet my eyes, and they all seemed torn by painful emotions. Only my mother met my gaze squarely. “What happened? Where is Penny?” I asked as soon as I was less than ten feet from the table.
Genevieve spoke first, “She was abducted Mordecai. Almost immediately after their arrival she and your mother were abducted from the guest room where I had placed them.”
I looked at my mother, “Obviously they weren’t successful. Where is Penny, and why isn’t Dorian here to explain?”
My mother rose and walked over to me. “I was badly wounded son, and Dorian managed to rescue me, but things did not go well after that.”
I shrugged her attempt at a hug off and stepped away. I was far too wound up with tension to accept an embrace. “How did they get inside? How did they know you would be here?” A thousand questions were rushing up in my mind.
James spoke then, from behind me, “They had a magical assistance, a wizard of some sort. He was able to hide their presence. They walked in without a soul seeing them, and if it had not been for Dorian they might have walked out just as easily.”
I could almost see the walls moving around me, as if the keep itself were breathing. My emotions were spiraling out of control, yet still hidden behind the backdrop of my superficially calm mind. Deep down I could hear a voice screaming and I knew I had to keep it from reaching the surface or I would never get answers. I could not afford to panic… not yet. “Why isn’t Dorian here explaining this? Where is he?”
My mother took another step toward me but avoided reaching out this time. “We aren’t sure Mordecai. Let me explain from the beginning…” And so she did. I held my tongue while she spoke though I wanted to jump up and shout as she told her tale. With each passing moment the story grew worse. Penny had been abducted and my mother stabbed by some madwoman. Their guards were slain and Dorian had fought like a berserker to stop their enemies.
A dragon had appeared, sending the Duke’s men into hiding, though it turned out to be illusory once all was said and done. Dorian hadn’t faltered though; he had somehow forced his way past a closed portcullis, wounded the enemy wizard and chased down several men on horseback. They had found corpses and a few dead horses along the path he had taken. He had also somehow saved Miriam. She had gone unconscious after being stabbed but had been found in the forest, alive and safely nestled in the bushes beside an ill-traveled path. Her wound had been healed, but no one knew how or when that had happened.
Of Dorian and Penny, no trace had been found. No, that wasn’t true; there had been a lot of traces found. There were bodies and parts of bodies hacked and mangled in the forest, all of them still moving. The shiggreth had somehow ambushed the kidnappers. According to William, the duke’s huntsman and chief tracker, there had been several hundred shiggreth there. Yet the bodies of only a few dozen were found, those that Dorian had cut into too many pieces to move effectively anymore.
More telling, the bodies of Penny and Dorian had not been found, nor had the body of the woman who had apparently been in charge of the abduction. There was but one probable explanation for that. We all knew what happened to the victims of the shiggreth.
“Mordecai! Look at me!” that was my mother’s voice. She was standing in front of me now, and I got the impression she had been trying to get my attention for more than a few seconds. I focused on her and blinked a few times.