Lonely is the Knight (Merriweather Sisters Time Travel Romance Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

morning.”
    Alone with her thoughts, Charlotte stared off into the distance. A while later she opened the journal, paging through the entries for the umpteenth time. When she returned to London tomorrow, she planned to visit the museum.
    While the woman had told her there was no painting, she wanted to see for herself. In case there was another painting that caught her eye. She knew the odds of seeing either of her sisters in a painting hanging on the walls of a museum was like winning the lottery, but she had to try. Then after a lunch of fish and chips, she’d hit the antique shops.  
    A woman in the village had made her two dresses and a cloak while she’d been learning how to fight. Each garment had pockets, as requested, and a Velcro strip around the waist and hem, concealing a shallow, long pocket where she could hide the antique coins she hoped to purchase. They were nothing fancy, but Charlotte thought they would keep her from standing out.
    Later that night after dinner, she packed up her meager belongings. She’d given a few things to some of the people here. Stuff she would no longer have any use for.
    The next morning, after a quick breakfast, Charlotte looked around. Would this place look very different in the past? Would the castle be standing with people going about their everyday lives?
    As she shut the door of the truck, the haunting melody started to play. A few days ago she thought she’d caught a glimpse of the ghostly piper. He was on top of one of the crumbling towers. She made out blue clothes and brown hair. She’d waved, but he hadn’t acknowledged her.
    Charlie rolled his eyes. “While I don’t mind the pipes once in a while, enough is enough.”
    “You’re just jealous.”
    “Might be.” As he drove away, the sounds faded. Did the piper truly play for her and her alone? And if he did, what did it mean?
    What was the message?

Chapter Six

    The healer insisted Henry leave her at a house in the village.
    “I will visit with another healer and see you again.”
    He helped her off the horse. “As you wish.” If he believed in otherworldly things, which he most certainly did not, Henry would have been awestruck by her power. Instead he was simply being chivalrous.
    He threw the reins of his horse to a waiting boy. “Take good care of him.” Henry flipped the boy a coin.
    The child bit the coin and grinned. “Thank ye, my lord.”
    He entered the inn. It was hot and smelly.  
    “Henry, over here.” Antoine leaned back against the wall with a wench on either side of him. He was playing cards with three other men.
    He knew Antoine from the times he’d visited court. Sir Antoine would never think of others first. But as Antoine’s home was on the way to Ravenskirk, Henry had been obliged to stop there.
    Another wench brought him ale. “My lord. Is there anything else you require?” She leaned down to display her considerable wares. While Henry loved the company of women, he left wenches to his knights.
    “Care to lose a bit of your gold, Lord Ravenskirk?”
    While Henry enjoyed competing in tourneys, he did not care overmuch for cards. Counting all those numbers made his head ache.
    “Not tonight. I needs see to the men and horses.”
    He made his way out of the smoke-filled inn, to the stables. “Have you eaten, Adam?”
    The boy had come to him by way of his brother Edward. He would serve as squire to Henry.
    “Yes, my lord. I saw to the horses first.”
    “Sleep out here tonight. I don’t like the looks of the men inside.”
    The boy nodded. Restless, Henry stroked the neck of his favorite horse. A few of his men found their way into the inn to drink and wench.
    It was growing dark as Henry made his way back inside. Antoine and the men he was playing cards with were deep in their cups.
    “One hand, Henry. Come, it seems I am short of gold.”
    Henry grimaced, but sat down to play one hand. Antoine threw the last of his coins onto the table, along with something else that