[The deBurghs 07] - Reynold De Burgh: The Dark Knight Read Online Free PDF Page B

not of this world. Dismissing such a fancy, Reynold turned towards the other woman, who looked ordinary enough, if frightened. ‘What happened here? Where are the rest of the villagers? Did some sickness kill them all?’
    ‘Nay, my lord,’ the one called Ursula said. She drew in a shaky breath and began ringing her hands in agitation. ‘’Tis worse than that, more horrifying and deadly than any illness.’
    Again, Reynold felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise.
    ‘But no challenge to a man such as this! Knights fear nothing,’ Mistress Sexton said, with a certainty that Reynold could not share.
    He feared plenty, but he was not about to go into the details with these two. Were they being menaced by outlaws or brigands? Had there been a kidnapping? Murder?
    ‘Perhaps you should explain the situation more fully,’ Reynold said, returning his attention to Mistress Sexton. She appeared the more lucid of the two, though neither made much sense. ‘Are you and this woman all who live in the village?’
    ‘Nearly,’ Mistress Sexton said. ‘There are a few stalwarts who remain with us.’
    Reynold frowned. Had he and Peregrine stumbled into some kind of local conflict, a battle between neigh-bouring landowners? He walked towards the window and glanced out, but all was still and quiet. ‘Where are the others now?’
    ‘Hiding! We are always hiding!’ Ursula wailed. ‘I beg you, my lord, take us away from this place.’
    Reynold glanced sharply at Mistress Sexton, but she shook her head in disagreement. Still, if only a few people were here, they could hardly survive for long. Maybe the older woman was the more lucid of the two.
    ‘What are you hiding from?’ Peregrine asked, wide-eyed.
    ‘Yes, if sickness didn’t kill the others, what did?’ Reynold asked.
    ‘Nothing! They fled like cowards, rather than face our foe,’ Mistress Sexton said, with obvious contempt.
    ‘What of your family? Your father? Your liege lord? Surely he would send soldiers to aid you,’ Reynold said.
    ‘My parents are dead,’ Mistress Sexton said. ‘And our lord’s only concern is greed. It matters little to him where he gets his labour, whether here or Sandborn or elsewhere.’
    ‘Yea, let us all be eaten, for he cares not!’ Ursula wailed.
    ‘ Eaten ?’ Peregrine’s question was little more than a whisper, but it echoed Reynold’s thoughts. Was some kind of wild beast attacking the villagers?
    ‘Yes, eaten!’ Ursula said. ‘Swallowed whole, roasted on a spit of fiery breath!’
    ‘You cannot be certain of that.’ Mistress Sexton turned to reprove her companion, as though their discussion was not one bit peculiar. ‘And ’tis no matter because a knight does not fear such things. Nor can he refuse a plea for help.’
    ‘Swallowed whole? ’ Peregrine’s voice rose, and Reynold wondered if either of the women was lucid. Perhaps they had been left here to wander witless, abandoned by those who feared the insane.
    For the first time since leaving Campion, Reynold wished that one of his brothers were with him. Surely Geoffrey, who had handled his lunatic of a wife, would know what to do with these two. Simon would probably have taken them to the nearest convent, but Reynold was reluctant to remove them against their will, though the older one seemed eager for an escape. Perhaps she was held in the thrall of Mistress Sexton.
    Reynold could certainly understand that, for when she turned toward him, it was hard for him to focus on anything except her beauty, which was enough to seize one’s breath.
    ‘I am a damsel much distressed, my lord,’ she said in an earnest tone. ‘And I charge you to honour your vow to aid any such as me, to rescue me and my people by slaying the great beast that is menacing this village.’
    Reynold heard Peregrine’s gasp, but he ignored it to study Mistress Sexton with a more jaundiced eye. Although her entreaty seemed serious enough, her words sounded far too familiar for his comfort.