Part 7 (1/2)

Lord Faetherton raises his hand and all can see it is not entirely steady as it shakes with the nervousness he's feeling. ”When I lower my hand,” he says loudly, ”my men will fire. Remove your weapons and prepare to be taken into custody.

”When your hand falls,” Illan says as he begins edging his horse forward, ”everyone dies.”

Suddenly from out of the dark to the right of the jail, a dozen hors.e.m.e.n appear. One is carrying a battle torn flag bearing the Black Hawk insignia. The rider in the fore says, ”Thought you might be here.”

”Ceadric!” exclaims Illan.

”Your orders sir?” Ceadric asks.

”When his hand falls, kill them all,” he says.

”Yes, sir,” Ceadric replies and turns toward where Faetherton and his guards stand before the jail. The 'whisking of swords' can be heard as Ceadric and his men draw their weapons.

Hearing that, Faetherton glances from one force to the other and judges his chances. Behind him, some of his men have already judged their chances of survival to be slim at best. Two crossbowmen and three guards break ranks and high tail it out of there.

Standing there in indecision, Faetherton licks his lips and his arm remains up.

To the men blocking the entrance to the jail, Illan says, ”Drop your weapons now.” When they hesitate, he adds, ”I'll not ask a second time.”

A second later, the clatter of weapons. .h.i.tting the ground can be heard as, to a man, they all drop their weapons. Faetherton brings his hand down slowly. Illan glances to Ceadric and says, ”Take them inside and lock them away until I decide what to do with them.”

”Yes, sir,” Ceadric replies and then gets his men moving to collect the prisoners.

Illan dismounts and walks toward the jail. James follows suit and tells the rest to stay with the horses.

Faetherton stands there as Illan approaches, still maintaining an air of superiority. ”You'll not get away with this!” he states. ”I am the magistrate here. You are all branded outlaws.”

When Ceadric and the others with him hear that they all break into laughter. ”Shut up,” one says when they pa.s.s by. Another spits at him and it lands on the front of his s.h.i.+rt.

”Now, let's go inside milord,” Illan says with a slight derogatory emphasis on 'milord'. Propelling him forward, they move toward the door into the jail.

Along the edge of the streets, the townsfolk have gathered to watch the events unfold. They knew Illan's family is being kept inside and was hoping to see Faetherton's blood spilled, there's little love for the man among the populace. When they see him being pushed through the door and into the jail, a cheer erupts.

Inside the jail, Illan has him move through the door to the holding cells in the back, James follows along behind.

When Illan enters the holding cell area, he sees his son and family all in one cell and comes to a stop. His son looks emaciated and his daughter-in-law and children don't look much better. They must have been given the barest minimum of food to keep them alive. James remembers him from their previous visit as a guard outside the magistrate's office. What he sees there in the cell barely resembles the man he once was.

Illan stops there in the hallway and stares at his son. A rage begins to develop at the way he and his family have been treated. He reaches up and removes his helm.

”Father!” his son exclaims when the helm comes off. His wife looks up from where she's holding their two children and a smile comes to her thin face.

”Alric,” Illan says. To Faetherton he says, ”Let them out.”

Giving Illan a glare, he moves to the cell and removes a key from his belt. Inserting it into the lock, he opens the door. Alric pushes the door open and comes to greet his father. ”Father,” he says as he gives him a hug. ”Mother's dead.”

”I know,” he replies. ”Let's get you and your family out of here then we'll deal with that.

Just then, Ceadric and his men enter with the other guards and proceed to put them into the cells. To Ceadric, Illan says, ”Take my son and his family home.”

”Yes, sir,” he says and once the prisoners are securely within the cells, he and his men help them out of the jail.

Once they've left and he is alone with James and Faetherton, Illan turns to Faetherton and asks, ”Where's my wife?”

”She's dead,” he says with some small satisfaction.

Illan strikes out and connects with Faetherton's jaw, sending him flying backward off his feet to land on his back. ”I know that,” he replies. ”Where is she buried?”

”Over in the cemetery,” one of the guards in the cell tells him.

Turning to the guard, Illan asks, ”Where?”

”Let me out and I'll show you,” he says.

Taking the key, Illan opens the cell door and lets the man out. ”If I show you, can I be allowed to leave?” the guard asks.

Illan glances at him and then nods his head.

”This way,” the guards says and begins walking to the back door.

Illan replaces his helm on his head and says, ”You too, milord.” Picking Faetherton from off the floor, he propels him to follow the guard.

James follows them out the back and they turn down the alley to the right. Coming to where the alley opens onto the street, the guard turns to the left and begins moving away from the jail. ”Be right back,” James says as he turns to head back to the front of the jail to get the others.

”Tell Ceadric to gather the men and bring them to Brook's Hollow at dawn,” Illan tells him.

”Okay,” he replies then hurries to the front of the jail. He finds Alric and his family are already mounted and Ceadric was about to take them home.

To Ceadric he says, ”Illan wants you to gather the men and have them at Brook's Hollow by dawn.”

”Do you know what he's planning to do?” Ceadric asks him.

”Yes,” he replies and when Ceadric looks askance at him for more information, remains quiet.

”As you will,” he says. Turning to his men he raises his voice and says, ”The Hawk wants us at Brook's Hollow at dawn.” Then he kicks his horse and they ride away down the street, with cries and whoops, his men follow.

James gets into his saddle as Jiron asks, ”What's going on?”

”Seems we're going to have company,” he explains. ”Right now we need to catch up with Illan, he's on the way to the cemetery to find his wife.”

”Right,” Jiron says and they get moving.

Illan's group hasn't progressed all that far down the street by the time James and the others arrive. They remain behind them as they wind through the streets toward the far side of town where the cemetery is located.

When they get there, Illan has Jorry and Uther keep an eye on Faetherton while he and the guard proceed into the cemetery. They all watch Illan as he and the guard make their way through the headstones and crypts, toward the last resting place of his beloved Alaina. About midway through the cemetery, they come to a stop and Illan falls to his knees.