The Wintervale Knight: Episode 52

Paul paced up and down in the meeting hall, his hands firmly clasped behind his back. Jonah, Sophia, Charlie and Brother Ian waited as Paul struggled to calm himself before speaking.

Finally, Paul stopped and brought his hand up to his face, his fingers closed in a tight fist over his mouth.

He stared at the floor as he slowed his breathing.

Tired of the prolonged silence and tension, Ian said,

“You called this meeting, Paul. What is troubling you?”

Paul stared with a burning intensity that could have set the floorboards on fire.

“My job, as I understand it,” he said, “is to ensure the safety of Lichenhurst.”

He looked up at Ian and asked,

“Is that correct?”

“That is correct,” Ian confirmed.

“Then how may I ask am I supposed to maintain the security of this place and the safety of its people when . . .”

Paul pointed at the door as he shouted,

“He keeps bringing home strays?”

“Strays?” Sophia asked.

“First Scarlet Reay. I was forced to let her stay, and because of her, my boys Stephen and Cole are running around Mt. Rennick establishing a paper trail should anyone try to track her.”

Paul exhaled and took a few deep breaths to calm himself.

“I accepted that Sir Thomas cares for her, and the last thing I want to do is cross him. But now after almost getting yourself killed. . .”

Paul turned to Jonah,

“You bring home not one but two more strays?”

When Sophia reached out for Jonah’s shoulder and began to speak, Jonah stopped her.

“You’re right, Paul. What I did was stupid. I was worried about my family and my very pregnant wife. But in my defense, the butler Fredrick is the only one I brought. The other guy is a drifter Sir Thomas called Sir Eldridge.”

“Another knight?” Sophia asked.

“I didn’t get much information from him. He helped stop Clairbourne, and he claims he was searching for some sword,” Jonah said.

Jonah turned back to Paul and continued.

“I don’t know much about this Eldridge guy, but Fredrick was a prisoner of Clairbourne. That maniac removed Fredrick’s tongue. He helped save my life. He doesn’t have to stay here, but I certainly couldn’t just leave him in that house.”

“Fredrick is being checked out at the hospital. Once Dr. Shrivastav releases him, we can send him somewhere safe. What concerns me is this other knight Eldridge,” Ian said. “You said you don’t know much about him.”

“No. Not a whole lot,” Jonah said. “His name is Simon Eldridge, and he said the sword he got from Clairbourne has a name. I can’t remember it, but Eldridge called it the soul sword.”

“Any idea why he would risk tangling with Clairbourne for a sword?” Ian asked.

“This isn’t just any sword,” Simon Eldridge said, suddenly appearing at the back of the room.

He stepped up and gently lay the sword on the table. The sword seemed to glow and give off a faint hum.

When Ian recognized Simon as the drifter he had seen earlier in town, he moved away from the sword.

“I know you,” Ian said unnerved.

“I apologize for my presence,” Simon said. “I am on a mission. I woke up long ago in a field with no memory, but somehow I knew my mission was to retrieve the seven swords.”

“Seven swords?” Sophia asked.

“Yes. Long ago, seven brothers swore an oath. They swore to serve no man, woman or king. They vowed to protect the land and the people from any who would do them harm. The elder gods showed favor to these seven brothers and gave each of them a sword. Each sword was imbued with one of the seven elements of creation. Over time, the swords were lost, along with the knights’ oath. It is my mission to find all seven swords and give them to those who will take up the knights’ oath,” Simon explained.

“You have the sword,” Paul said. “So why are you still here?”

Simon looked at Paul and said,

“Because I believe you are going to need my help.”

* * *

The small band played Celtic music as Scarlett watched the people of Lichenhurst celebrate around a large bonfire whose flames seemed to reach the sky. Even though she was comfortable here, she still didn’t feel like one of them. After Clairbourne’s death, Jonah had brought everyone back to Lichenhurst while Sir Thomas went to speak with the Lady Wintervale.

Emerging from the dancing crowd came a waddling Jasmine, her baby growing larger every day.

When Scarlett started to get up to help her, Jasmine waved her off.

“I’ve done this before. I can do it again,” Jasmine assured her.

Once she reached the steps, she stood staring at them.

“You sure you’re okay?” Scarlett asked.

“Why couldn’t these steps be smaller?” Jasmine asked.

“Dang, sis. You need to lay off the poached eggs,” someone said.

Scarlett looked up to see two smiling young men behind Jasmine.

“Leave her alone,” one told the other. “Clearly she just ate, and now she must wait two weeks to digest whatever animal she devoured.”

Jasmine turned to both men and shouted with glee.

“Hug me!” she ordered. “I can’t move.”

She threw her arms around both men and said with great affection,

“I missed you two.”

“Sorry, sis,” the older apologized. “Dad had us running around Mt. Rennick. He told us to leave a paper trial in case anyone went looking for your friend here.”

Jasmine turned to Scarlett and said,

“Speaking of which, Scarlett Reay, these are my brothers,”

Jasmine pointed to the younger of the two.

“This is Stephen,” she said.

“Ma’am,” Stephen answered, rubbing his hand over his buzz cut.

Pointing to the older brother, Jasmine said,

And this is Cole.”

“Ma’am,” Cole said, stroking his long beard.

“I’m so glad you’re back. I really missed you two,” Jasmine repeated.

“Well no one could miss you!” Stephen teased, combing his beard.

“Seriously. Is the baby standing on your spine?” Cole asked.

“I’m due any day now,” Jasmine said.

“How’s Jonah?” Stephen asked.

“Freaking out. He almost got himself killed. He’s not thinking straight,” Jasmine said.

“Well don’t worry. Now we’re back, we’ll help keep him on his toes,” Cole replied, brushing his long hair out of his face.

“Get this,” Jasmine said. “We found another knight.”

Stephen and Cole looked surprised.

“Another knight?” Stephen asked.

Jasmine nodded.

“I know. Two knights,” she said. “Looks like I settled down too soon.”

“Don’t let Jonah hear you say that,” Cole said.

Oh it’s obvious she loves Jonah!” Scarlett laughed.

“I may not if I have to carry this baby much longer,” Jasmine moaned.

Suddenly she went quiet as her eyes widened.

“What’s wrong?” Stephen asked.

“The baby is coming!” Jasmine said.

“You sure?” Cole asked.

“This is not my first rodeo! Go get Jonah! Now!” Jasmine ordered.

The Wintervale Knight: Episode 51

So much has happened since I stepped off the bus in Blackrock. I remember when I was a little girl, my mother always dropped me off at my grandmother’s house on her way to work. One day I remember I was so excited to see my grandmother and show her my new sweater. It was pink with tiny white flowers all across the front. My grandmother told me my sweater was pretty, and just like she always did, she told me I was a beautiful princess. I was so happy with my new sweater that I refused to take it off, even when I climbed the oak tree in my Grandma’s front yard. Halfway up the tree, I snagged the sweater. My heart was broken as I ran into the house, tears streaming down my cheeks. Grandma picked me up and hugged me, promising that she would make it better. She slipped off my sweater and gave me a couple of cookies. When I asked if she was going to cut the pulled thread loose, she said that might cause the sweater to unravel and be ruined. Instead, she took a needle out of her sewing basket and pushed the snagged thread through the front of the sweater to the underside. She fixed it, just like she always fixed everything that went wrong.

I wish she were here with me. If she was, maybe I would’ve just boarded the bus and left Blackrock like Jonah said. When I was being hunted by Dominick Nightbridge, I was frightened. But at least he was normal. Montgomery Clairbourne was a different story. He formed ice out of thin air and threw icicles at us like something out of a comic book. Not only did I put myself in danger but I also put others in harm’s way. Jonah had almost died trying to fix what I started. Although I can’t imagine being without Sir Thomas, I considered leaving Blackrock, thinking things might get better if I left. It’s too late for that now, but at least I’m not alone.

Chapter VI

The Emerald Hotel

The fourth floor conference room at the Grand Haven Hotel and Spa was considered neutral territory. Overhead, neon lights hummed as they washed their hospital white light across the round polished oak table. Seated in three of the chairs surrounding the table were Anastasia Whitlock and her two sisters Izzabella and Valentina.

“Clairbourne is dead,” Izzabella said. “The wolf won’t be pleased when he hears about this.”

“Let’s just be rid of him,” Valentina suggested. “I tire of sending my best product to him.”

The three sisters were dressed in matching elegant turquoise lace dresses.

“If the knight were to venture any farther out of the woods,” Izzabella began.

“Let me deal with him,” Valentina interrupted.

“A direct approach is not wise, sister,” Izzabella said. “I cannot see beyond the borders of the forest. Something clouds my vision.”

“Sisters,” Anastasia said. “I have a perfect plan, but a few hiccups are to be expected. We cannot move unseen if people do not have something greater to fear. For now, the wolf lives, but when he has outlived his usefulness, we will put him down.”

Just then the door of the conference room opened and the Sommerses entered. Christian Sommers held the door for his sister Christie then followed her to the table. Christie chose a chair opposite Anastasia and sat down with her brother beside her.

“Christian and Christie,” Anastasia greeted. “How is the school?”

“Coming along wonderfully,” Christie said. “The students are responding well to the new program. Numbers are up, and I expect a more profitable harvest soon.”

“That is encouraging news,” Anastasia said. “Bishop will be pleased. Once they are prepared, we will put them to work.”

The door opened again and Robert Hogan entered. He let the door close behind him, as his eyes sweep the room, and then walked to a chair to the left of the sisters.

Slipping off his leather jacket, he adjusted his white muscle shirt and stuffed his keys in the pocket of his ratty blue jeans.

“I’ve never felt more at home and more in danger than I do right now,” Hogan said.

“Welcome, Robert,” Anastasia said.

Hogan leaned back in his chair and asked,

“Why am I here?”

“I felt it was time we discuss a problem,” Anastasia said.

“What problem?” Hogan asked.

“Dominick and Clairbourne are dead,” Christie said.

“Dominick was a child, and good riddance to Clairbourne,” Hogan said. “What’s the problem?”

“The problem,” Anastasia said before a pause, “is not the loss of men. Their work can be redistributed. The problem is—”

“The knight,” Hogan interrupted.

“Sir Thomas,” Anastasia corrected.

“Can’t you just use your third eye and find out where he sleeps?” Hogan asked Izzabella.

“No,” she said. “Something blocks my vision. I can’t see into the forest.”

“That’s easy,” Hogan laughed. “Just burn down the forest.”

“Bishop will not allow anything to be done to Grymthorne Forest,” Anastasia informed.

“All right then. Burn the city. A few victims crying out in pain should draw him out. Then I can cook him from the inside,” Hogan proposed.

“That will draw too much attention,” Anastasia said.

“Then what’s the point?” Hogan snapped as he slapped his hand on the table.

Smoke rose from the spot where his hand rested.

“Calm down, Robert,” Anastasia said.

“We need to do something,” Hogan said, “and since you won’t let me do anything, I assume you have a plan.”

“I do,” Anastasia said. “First we need to isolate Lichenhurst. Once we have its location, we will send in armed security and gas the place.”

Anastasia looked at Hogan for a moment before adding,

“Then you can cook Sir Thomas.”

Hogan slowly smiled.

“I must interject,” Christie said.

“Yes?” Anastasia asked.

“How are we going to isolate Lichenhurst if Izzabella cannot see past the tree line?” Christie asked.

“For that, I will need two things,” Anastasia said. “For one, I will need your army.”

Christie sat expressionless for a moment then said,

“You mean my personal team of mercenaries. The Shadow Bears.”

“What a ridiculous name,” Hogan criticized.

“The leader Todd Moore was a student of mine. Didn’t even need training. Calls himself Papa Bear,” Christie said.

“I will need them,” Anastasia said.

“A bunch of mercs with guns aren’t going to stop the knight,” Hogan sneered.

“That is why they are only part of my plan,” Anastasia said.

“Cut the show and tell and just give us the rest of the plan,” Hogan asked, growing frustrated.

Suddenly the door opened and a woman dressed in a stern suit stepped into the room. She waited for the door to close before removing an FBI badge.

“Meet Abigail Thompson, Bishop’s personal hunter. After Clairbourne was killed, she came to me with an idea. A way of smoking out the people of Lichenhurst,” Anastasia said.

“Not just that,” Thompson said. “If my plan works, Sir Thomas will kill most of his own people for us.”

“Once he’s broken,” Anastasia said, “he’s yours.”

Hogan smiled at the thought.

“How do you propose we do this?” Christie asked.

“The Emerald Hotel,” Thompson said.

The Wintervale Knight: Episode 50

Inside Montgomery Clairbourne’s house, the wooden floor creaked as Jonah crept down the hall. He had slipped into Clairbourne’s home looking for information on Bishop and the evil that was slowly taking over Blackrock. When Esma Horlock warned them about the man of ice, Jonah thought it was just a figure of speech. But then he discovered that Clairbourne could somehow generate ice out of thin air.

Jonah stopped at the end of the hall and reached out to open a door. Suddenly he found that he couldn’t move. He looked down at his feet and saw that they were trapped in ice.

“Oh my goodness. Would you look at the size of the rodent I have caught sneaking into my house,” Clairbourne said with feigned surprise.

The wood around Clairbourne’s feet began to freeze as ice ran along the floor in tracks headed straight for Jonah.

Jonah quickly raised his bat and struck the ice repeatedly until he was able to break his feet free.

Then he dashed down the hall, hoping to lose Clairbourne in the large house. He was playing a life or death game of hide and seek.

“You know I never really had much interest in the goings on of you and your people. I was content to live and let live,” Clairbourne said, speaking loudly. “That was until that girl Scarlett came to town. Before she started stirring the pot, we lived peacefully and everyone stayed on their own side.”

Jonah moved quietly through the house, his bat raised for a chance to strike Clairbourne.

Hoping to use Clairbourne’s voice as a beacon, Jonah listened and tried to find a way to come up behind Clairbourne for the attack, but as Clairbourne moved around, his voice reverberated from one end of the house to the other.

“Having trouble finding me?” Clairbourne asked. “Over time, I have become quite familiar with every inch of this place. I know every corner, every nook. But those who are unfamiliar with my little house are easily lost here.”

Jonah came upon a second hallway running crossways. Keeping low, he quieted his breathing as he listened. When he didn’t hear anything, he risked a peek around the corner.

“Got you!” Clairbourne snapped.

Jonah jerked his head back a second before an icicle sliced through the air and stuck into the wall.

“Just missed you,” Clairbourne said.

Jonah didn’t want to risk doubling back, so he quickly rolled forward through the crossways.

A succession of icicles struck the floor, each barely missing Jonah as he leapt to his feet and ran down the hall, trying to put distance between him and Clairbourne. Suddenly a hand reached out and pulled him into a closet.

Jonah raised his bat to strike but stopped when he saw the butler.

Putting a finger to his mouth, the butler pointed to the back of the large linen closet.

Jonah watched as the butler walked to the far end of the closet and pressed on a section of wall. After a faint click, the wall slid open.

The butler motioned for Jonah to hurry inside the wall.

Although Jonah didn’t know if he could trust Clairbourne’s butler, he knew he didn’t have much choice. When Jonah ducked into the dark passage, the butler closed the secret panel behind him.

On the other side of the closet panel, Jonah heard Clairbourne ask,

“Fredrick, where is the intruder?”

Fredrick made no sound.

“If you are lying to me, I will remove more than your tongue this time,” Clairbourne threatened.

Jonah listened for a moment longer. When it grew quiet, he dug into his pocket and pulled out an old lighter.

He flicked the flint wheel several times before the flame appeared. Waving the lighter around, he discovered he was not in a crawlspace but a solid passage. Unable to open the secret panel behind him, he decided to follow the passage to its end.

Thirty feet in, the passage split with one branch turning left and a staircase on the right leading down.

Something about the left passage made Jonah uncomfortable, so he took the stairs.

The farther he went, the colder the air grew.

“I’ve got to get out of here,” Jonah thought. “I’m lost inside these walls.”

At the bottom of the stairs, Jonah saw a door and reached for the handle. It was ice cold. When he tried to push the door open, it wouldn’t budge. Something was blocking it. After a couple of tries, he managed to force it open.

As he stepped out of the passage, he almost slipped. Looking down at the floor and walls, he saw they were covered in ice.

“Oh I’ve made a huge mistake,” Jonah said.

“You and Fredrick both,” Clairbourne replied out of the darkness.

Suddenly the room was filled with light. Jonah squinted to adjust his eyes. He saw he was standing in a room of ice, and scattered throughout were people frozen in place.

“Welcome to my menagerie,” Clairbourne said.

Clairbourne pointed to an empty spot and said,

“I think I’ll put you there. To fill in this empty space, you understand.”

His first instinct was to run, but Jonah struggled to stand on the icy floor. Jasmine and his children flashed into his mind as Clairbourne brought his hands together to form a great icicle.

“On second thought, you won’t be much of a statue with a giant hole in your chest,” Clairbourne laughed.

When the icicle was complete, Clairbourne said,

“I suppose I will just have to use you for crushed ice.”

Jonah raised his bat, ready to deflect the icicle.

Just as Clairbourne launched the icicle, someone grabbed Jonah’s arm and pulled him out of the way, sending the icicle smashing into the wall.

Sir Thomas stepped into the line of fire with Winter’s Light sheathed over his shoulder and the large shield on his arm.

“Montgomery Clairbourne,” Sir Thomas announced. “You have been found guilty for crimes against the Lady Wintervale and her people. Lower your weapon and submit yourself to arrest.”

“I will do nothing of the sort,” Clairbourne said with a tone of haughty disdain. “You are at my mercy. I am not at yours.”

“Very well,” Sir Thomas said.

Sir Thomas raised the large shield and slammed it into the floor just as Clairbourne began throwing a volley of icicles.

Jonah and Scarlett hid behind the stairwell as Sir Thomas held his ground.

“We have to do something,” Scarlett cried. “Thomas is pinned down.”

“I agree but Clairbourne almost killed me twice already. He may be old, but he’s quick with that ice.”

Just then there was a sound at the top of the stairs. Jonah looked up and saw a man entering the room. He wore sunglasses and held a 357 Magnum in his hand.

“Oh this is just great,” Jonah said, moving between the stranger and Scarlett.

Jonah readied himself for a fight as the man came closer.

“Excuse me,” he said, moving past Jonah.

Jonah watched as the man easily stepped across the floor of ice and took his position next to Sir Thomas.

He calmly pointed the 357 at Clairbourne and pulled the trigger.

The barrel exploded as a bullet broke free and sliced through the air, throwing Clairbourne backwards as the bullet struck him in the chest.

Clairbourne slowly got to his knees and looked with surprise at the hole in his chest. Blood poured out of the wound, freezing the moment it touched his skin.

Sir Thomas stood over Clairbourne with his sword Winter’s Light raised.

“Montgomery Clairbourne,” Sir Thomas announced, “you have been found guilty for crimes against the Lady Wintervale and her people. Do you have anything to say before I carry out your execution?”

“Help me!” Clairbourne pleaded.

With one swing of Winter’s Light, Clairbourne’s head fell away and his body froze in place.

A moment later, the stranger’s 357 Magnum fell apart in his hands.

“Who are you?” Scarlett asked, walking up to the stranger.

“One moment,” the stranger said.

He walked over to one of Clairbourne’s victims. As he pulled a sword free from her frozen hands, he respectfully apologized.

Holding the sword into the air, he shuddered as a strange energy ran through his arms.

“Wait a minute,” Jonah said. “Who are you?”

The stranger looked at them and removed his sunglasses.

“I’m Simon Eldridge. I have been searching for this,” he said.

As he slowly lowered the sword, he explained,

“This is Chavari, the Soul Sword.”

“Can we trust you?” Scarlett asked.

Sir Thomas turned to Simon and said,

“Sir Eldridge, the Lady Wintervale told me you would be arriving. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Unsettled: Episode 79

Down at the docks, one lonely street lamp flickered, struggling to light the trash covered boardwalk. Waves splashed against the rotting wood pilings as a thick fog crawled across the pier like a creature awakened from its slumber.

Hidden in the shadows, a handful of vagrants slept under the pier. Though they called Coldwater home, they stayed outside the city limits, mostly keeping to the woods.

For three years now, Shelley Marsh had spent her nights under the pier, careful to disappear each day when the sun rose. She had no use for the rich of Coldwater who appeared at their summer homes every beach season. Coldwater was their playground, and they came to socialize in luxury and extravagance. At sixty-five, Shelley had seen and done everything. After a few bad investments, she had lost her money, her home, and her husband. She was what the world called homeless, but she felt freer than ever. She could go anywhere and do anything she wanted. No one would tell her what to do.

As the pier rested in the arms of the thick fog, waiting for the sun to come up, Shelley snuggled under a dirty blanket and looked out over the water. Just as her eyelids closed in sleep, she was awakened by a faint jingle.

She looked in the direction of the sound and spotted an old dog hurrying from place to place as he sniffed every scrap of paper, every bit of trash, searching for food. His fur was matted and he had a slight limp. Stopping for a moment, he looked toward Shelley with eyes that held no hope.

“Another poor thing tossed out like garbage,” Shelley thought.

As the old dog lapped up water from one of the puddles left behind by the last rain, he suddenly stopped and looked off in the distance. After a moment, he quickly limped away and disappeared into the darkness.

Shelley wondered what had frightened him until she heard the sound of cars approaching. It was several hours before dawn. Too early for people to go to the beach. She snatched up her few possessions and rolled them into her blanket. One or two times each night, the police patrolled the area but never spotted her. She had learned to take cover and disappear fast.

Hidden behind one of the pilings, Shelley watched as three vans pulled up to an empty warehouse near the pier. A couple of large armed men climbed out of two of the vans and began unloading while an old man and young girl slipped out of the third van.

“Hurry! The target will be here soon! Everything must be ready!” the old man barked.

“Daddy?” the girl called as she held onto the old man’s arm.

“Yes, dear,” the father answered.

“When we catch him, will I get to have my fun with him?” she asked.

“Not this time, I’m afraid,” the father said.

“Why not?” the girl asked with pouty lips.

“I just got a call from the client. He wishes to see the target entrapped but unharmed. We are to capture him and deliver him to a secure meeting place in the woods north of town,” the father explained.

Angry at his answer, the girl marched inside the warehouse followed by the old man and his men.

Staying hidden behind the piling, Shelley heard loud noises inside the warehouse just before the men exited and moved all three vans around to the back of the building out of sight. The lights inside the warehouse went out, and everything grew quiet. Had Shelley not known better, she would have thought the place was empty.

Suddenly Shelley knew she was not alone. She looked around, trying to peer into the darkness. Just then a figure stepped out of the fog, moving without a sound. Something about him made Shelley’s skin crawl.

“Is it him?” she wondered.

The figure was dressed in black with a hoodie covering his face. He stood perfectly still for a moment sniffing the air like an animal tracking its prey. Then he turned and looked right at Shelley. She couldn’t see his face, but she knew he was the Black Dog, the demon that had risen from hell in the aftermath of the Coldwater terrorist attacks. Shelley had heard plenty of horror stories of screaming men dragged away from their families, some snatched out of thin air never to be seen again. Her heart raced as the Black Dog stared at her for a moment longer then turned his attention to the warehouse. Shelley wanted to warn the people inside, but she was too terrified to move.

Slowly, the Black Dog seemed to float up to the warehouse and open the door. He slipped inside and silently closed the door behind him.

Suddenly a gun went off in the warehouse followed by screams. Then just as quickly as it sounded, the noise stopped and all was quiet again.

The warehouse door opened and the old man stepped out with his daughter right behind.

“Come on, Daddy! Let me at least see him. I’ve been good,” the girl whined.

“You have been good, honey, but we have a deal with our client. He wants the vigilante alive and unharmed,” the father reminded her.

“Fine!” the girl said, stomping her foot.

“Where is your brother?” the father asked. “I have talked to him on the phone but haven’t seen him.”

The girl shrugged with indifference.

“Call him and tell him to meet us at the woods north of town,” the father instructed.

“All right, Daddy,” the girl said.

A few minutes later, the three vans drove away, leaving the area quiet and empty as before.

As Shelley tried to decide what to do, an unmarked police car pulled up to the warehouse. Shelley had seen enough police cars to recognize them. The car shut off and two detectives exited the vehicle.

“This is the place,” the man said.

“It looks like the kind of place a serial killer would frequent,” the woman commented.

“Let’s take a look inside,” the man said.

Both detectives removed their pistols from their holsters and cautiously approached the warehouse.

Shelley wanted to warn them. She didn’t want anyone hurt.

Afraid to move, she watched as the detectives entered the warehouse.

Shelley decided to watch the street for any movement. If the people in the vans had captured a demon, he might have friends coming to rescue him. The last place she wanted to be was in the middle of a demonic uprising.

After about ten minutes, the detectives came out.

“Well something happened in there,” the woman said.

“Signs of a struggle. Did you see that spot where the ground had been swept?” the man asked. “Looks like someone was taken hostage.”

“I’ll call the captain and tell him we might have another victim,” the woman said.

“It was the Black Dog,” Shelley blurted out as she stepped out from behind the piling.

Both of the detectives turned toward her.

“Why did you do that?” Shelley scolded herself as she shivered in fear.

“Who’s there?” the man asked. “Step into the light.”

With the flashlight’s beam shining in Shelley’s face, the man slowly walked forward. After a moment, he put his gun away and lowered the light.

“It’s okay,” the man said with a soft calming voice. “I’m Detective Donahue. This is my partner Detective Lawrence.”

“What did you mean it was the Black Dog?” Lawrence asked. “Did he do this?”

Shelley slowly shook her head.

“It’s okay,” Donahue reassured her. “You’re not in trouble.”

“She’s terrified,” Lawrence said. “What’s your name?”

“Sh-e-lley,” Shelley said haltingly.

“What did you see?” Donahue asked.

“They took him,” Shelley said.

“They took who?” Donahue asked.

“The Black Dog,” Shelley said. “They set a trap and they took him.”

“Where?” Lawrence asked.

“I heard one of them say the woods north of town,” Shelley said. “But it’s not safe.”

“Why isn’t it safe?” Donahue asked.

Shelley looked around nervously then whispered,

“I saw him. I saw his face. He’s not human. He’s a creature disguised as a human. If he got out, more will come.”

Donahue patted Shelley’s shoulder to calm her.

“The armies of hell will overrun this town and kill anyone they see,” she cried.

The Wintervale Knight: Episode 49

It was the first light of day when Jasmine awoke to a rooster’s crow, greeting the rising sun.

“Why can’t that thing ever shut up!” she growled. “Or at least come with a snooze button!”

Just when her eyelids closed in a blessed silence, the older rooster sounded again followed by a cockerel as he learned the ropes of being a male chicken.

Jasmine’s eyes shot open and she groaned,

“Now there’s two.”

She sat up in bed and looked around.

“Jonah,” she called.

Her husband usually woke her. If he didn’t, she knew he was out somewhere helping someone. Jasmine was thankful that Jonah took on so much responsibility around the village, but she liked waking up with him beside her.

She lay back against the pillow and considered all the ways she was going to kill the neighbor’s roosters. After a few moments, she rose from the bed with a grunt, grabbed her robe off the chair where she had tossed it the night before, and slipped her feet into red fuzzy slippers.

A few minutes later, she was outside on the porch watching Daniel her oldest child play with a group of kids. When she looked out over the village, she saw no sign of Jonah.

“Daniel!” she called out.

Daniel stopped playing at once and ran over to his mother.

“Yes, ma’am?” he said.

“Where’s your daddy?” Jasmine asked.

“I don’t know, Mama. He was gone when I woke up,” Daniel said.

Jasmine nodded and sent Daniel back to his friends. She spotted her father Paul standing opposite the clearing, keeping an eye on the villagers as he always did.

Near the lake, Jasmine spotted Sir Thomas talking to Scarlett. Jasmine liked her. She was the kind of woman who knew what she wanted and went for it. Although she was a little more reckless than Jasmine considered wise, Jasmine liked her fire.

Holding onto the porch railing, Jasmine walked carefully down the steps and headed for Scarlett.

“Scarlett!” Jasmine called as she approached.

“Hey,” Scarlett said with a smile as she turned toward Jasmine.

“Have you seen Jonah?” Jasmine asked.

“Yes. He wanted me to tell you that he went into town and he’ll be safe,” Scarlett said.

The last words sent a shiver down Jasmine’s spine.

Jonah never said he’d be safe if he was just going into town. The words “I’ll be safe” were Jonah’s way of saying he’d be careful.

Jasmine thanked Scarlett and turned toward her father. He was standing in the exact same spot, but now he was watching her.

“Something’s not right,” Jasmine thought.

With all the strength she could muster, Jasmine stomped towards her father.

“Dad!” she called.

“Yes, dear?” Paul replied, staring past her.

“What is going on?” Jasmine asked.

“I’m keeping an eye on things while my pregnant daughter is eyeballing me and asking questions,” Paul answered.

“Dad!” Jasmine pressed.

“I don’t know what else I’m supposed to say,” Paul said.

Frustrated, Jasmine stomped her foot and snapped,

“Daddy!”

“Fine,” Paul said. “I was going to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” Jasmine asked.

“Concerned for your safety and the safety of the village, Jonah went to Montgomery Clairbourne’s house.”

Jasmine felt her blood run cold.

“Montgomery Clairbourne works for Bishop, doesn’t he?” Jasmine asked.

When Paul nodded, Jasmine felt faint.

Paul reached out and grabbed her shoulder.

“Thomas,” Jasmine murmured.

* * *

The rising sun slowly broke through the trees, casting its light on the clearing. The wind had ceased to stir the rusted weather vane, and it stood motionless atop the gloomy house of Montgomery Clairbourne. The birds hushed their song that greeted the dawn, and the still forest trees held their breath in the silence.

With a graveyard quiet, fog rolled in from the edge of the forest, wrapping the house in a ghostly grey blanket. Suddenly a black horse carrying two riders galloped through the mist. The horse came to a halt and holding up his head and neck, he patiently waited for the riders to dismount.

Scarlett jumped gently to the ground followed by Sir Thomas carrying Winter’s Light in one hand and a large shield in the other.

“I do not see Jonah,” Sir Thomas said.

Scarlett peered into the fog and after a moment, she said,

“There.”

They hurried over to Jonah’s blue Chrysler. Scarlett checked the interior then backed away from the car.

“I was hoping we would find him before he entered the house,” Scarlett said.

“Why would he venture inside alone with no help?” Sir Thomas asked.

“Because he felt one man could slip in unnoticed,” Scarlett suggested. “Or he’s an imbecile.”

Full of doubt and apprehension, Scarlett walked towards the front door. She couldn’t forget the look of fear in Jasmine’s eyes. If Montgomery Clairbourne was the man of ice in Esma Horlock’s warning, Scarlett hoped she had meant he was cold-blooded and not able to summon ice out of thin air.

“This place is creepy,” Scarlett said, stepping up to the front door.

“It is not so strange a place,” Sir Thomas disagreed. “This dwelling is old, but it is strong and surely has sentimental value to someone.”

Suddenly the front door opened, and a man dressed in a butler’s uniform appeared. He wore a look of panic and frantically motioned to Scarlett and Sir Thomas.

“What’s wrong?” Scarlett asked.

Sir Thomas walked up to the man and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you able to tell us what is wrong, sir?” he asked.

His eyes filled with terror, the man looked at Sir Thomas and shook his head no.

“Then please show us,” Sir Thomas added.

The man turned and walked inside the house as Sir Thomas and Scarlett followed.

Just as the door closed behind them, a branch in the forest cracked beneath the feet of the passing drifter Simon.

He stepped out of the woods with a leather bag slung over one shoulder. Removing his sunglasses, he stared up at the house with copper eyes flashing in the morning sun.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding,” he said. “I’ve come a long way for you.”

As he slipped his sunglasses back on, he said,

“This is going to be one long overdue reunion.”

The Wintervale Knight: Episode 48

Bathing the land with its soft light, the moon lingered in the clearing below, nodding its regard at the occasional passing cloud. At the edge of Grymthorne Forrest, a doe slowly stepped out from the safety of the thick trees. She stopped, smelled the air for a moment and then lowered her head to chew the sweet grass, moving farther and farther away from the safety of the forest.

Suddenly the wind picked up, catching the leaves and sending them into an evening dance as they clattered and clicked like falling drops of rain. The doe instantly lifted her head, snorted, then turned and sprang for the safety of the trees. Perched on an overhanging branch, a disrespectful crow cawed with laughter as the deer disappeared among the trees.

Nearby, the moonlight fell upon the eaves of the ominous house resting like an empty coffin in an open space of the forest. A solitary light dimly burned in the house, and no sound from within was heard. Atop the aging roof, a rusted weather vane turned in answer to the shifting evening wind.

Just beyond the clearing, sat an old 1974 Chrysler, its once pristine blue paint now faded. Three of its hubcaps were missing, and a crack on the windshield ran almost all the way down to meet the hood. In the driver’s seat sat Jonah, looking up at the large house while he tried to ignore the voice in his head telling him to forget his plan and run. For years, he had heard rumors that no one who entered this house escaped.

With gloved hands, Jonah gripped the steering wheel. He opened his fingers, tightened his hold on the wheel then pulled his hands back. He had to be the dumbest man in the world for what he was planning to do. But he was driven by the fear that if something wasn’t done soon, word would travel up the food chain that Dominick was dead. That bit of news would surely bring Bishop Blake to Lichenhurst, and Jonah could not let that happen. Not to the people of Lichenhurst and not to his family.

His father used to say, “When you’ve done everything you can and the problem is still there, you can either wait for a solution or make one.”

He closed his eyes and thought back over the day. Hopefully, he had overlooked another option. A suicide mission is never what you want as your last resort.

* * *

Earlier that morning, Jonah had spent some time outside chopping wood in the fresh air. The woodpile was stacked high, so his labor was nothing more than a relaxation exercise. The axe came down, splitting log after log as Jonah struggled to settle his mind. After an hour, he grabbed his towel and wiped the sweat from his face. This exercise wasn’t working. A question lingered, and he knew that only one person could answer it.

Scarlett had returned late from her visit with Belle at the hospital, and she was still asleep. Jonah didn’t want to wake her, but the question was nagging at him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door to Scarlett’s cabin opened and she stepped out. Jonah quickly stuck the axe in the log, draped a towel around his shoulders and walked over to Scarlett.

“Scarlett!” he called out.

Still a little groggy from her heavy sleep, Scarlett turned toward him.

“Hey,” she greeted.

“Earlier when we were speaking to Esma,” Jonah said, getting right to the point, “she mentioned the man of ice, and you asked if she was talking about Clairbourne. Remember?”

Scarlett thought for a moment then said,

“Yea. I remember.”

“Why did you think she was talking about Clairbourne?” Jonah asked.

Scarlett stopped to yawn and stretch.

“Before John’s death, he and Belle took me to a party for the mayor. At least I think it was for the mayor. Anyway, while I was there, I started talking to Dominick. This was before I knew who and what he was. We had exchanged only a few words when Montgomery Clairbourne interrupted us. He took Dominick aside, talked to him, and then left the party. I don’t know what they talked about, but I’ve seen my share of bosses giving orders and Clairbourne looked like he was giving Dominick some orders. When Ms. Horlock made that remark about the man of ice, I just figured she was being symbolic. So I guessed Clairbourne.”

Scarlett looked at Jonah for a moment then added,

“You think she was being literal with her man of ice comment?”

“It’s possible,” Jonah said. “I’ve seen a lot of strange things since moving here.”

“Thanks, Scarlett. I need to take care of something. If Jasmine wants to know where I am, just tell her I went into town and I’ll be careful.”

* * *

Jonah opened the trunk of his Chrysler and grabbed a bag. Unzipping it, he pulled it open and started filling it with supplies. Although he didn’t like guns, he picked up one anyway and dropped it into the bag. When he was certain he had everything he might need, he zipped up the bag and tossed it into the trunk, along with his bat and case.

Just as he locked the trunk, his father-in-law Paul appeared.

“Sir,” Jonah said.

Over the years, Jonah had learned that the best way not to get on his father-in-law’s bad side was to avoid talking directly to him. He knew to keep his answers short and simple and always let Paul make the first move.

“Where are you going?” Paul asked.

“Just into town, sir,” Jonah said.

Paul stepped out from in front of the Chrysler and came up beside Jonah.

“You may not be my favorite person,” Paul said, “but you’re a father. You’ll understand what I’m about to say.”

Jonah nodded.

“She’s my little girl, and no one will ever be good enough for her,” Paul said.

Jonah nodded again.

Taking a moment to choose his words carefully, he continued.

“But she’s happy with you, content. You may not be the one I would have picked for her, but you’re the one she picked.”

Silence sat heavy in the garage as Jonah waited for Paul to finish.

After a long pause, he asked,

“Why are you telling me this, sir?”

“Because I know what you’re planning, and I know that if you die, you’ll break her heart. I can’t let that happen. She means too much to me,” Paul explained.

Jonah panicked for a moment then composed himself.

“This has to be done, Paul. Someone out there knows what happened to Dominick, and if I don’t get ahead of it, it’ll bring the wolf to our doorstep.”

Jonah paused then added, “The doorstep of my wife and children.”

He stared hard into Paul’s eyes and declared,

“I can’t let that happen. If they die, it will be the end of me.”

Jonah held Paul’s gaze for a moment longer then said,

“You’re a father. You understand.”

Without a word, Paul slowly stepped aside.

Jonah climbed into his Chrysler and started the engine.

“Sunup is in two hours,” Paul said. “You have until then before I tell Jasmine.”

“Thank you, sir,” Jonah said, pulling away.

* * *

Jonah opened his eyes and looked around. He had been sitting in the Chrysler at the edge of Clairbourne’s property for the last thirty minutes, building up courage to get out of the car. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a photo of Jasmine, taken right after Daniel was born. His eyes filled with tears as he tucked the photo away then took several quick breaths and slapped his face.

“Let’s get this over with,” he said, climbing out of the car.

He walked around to the back of the Chrysler and opened the truck. Grabbing the bag, he slipped it over his shoulder and pulled his bat from its case.

Quietly closing the trunk, he studied Clairbourne’s house, hoping no one was home.

“This is probably the most foolhardy thing you’ve ever done,” Jonah scolded himself. “You’re sneaking into the devil’s house hoping he doesn’t want to dance.”

As he pushed away the voice of doubt, he slowly walked up to Clairbourne’s house, careful to stay in the shadows.

The Wintervale Knight: Episode 47

Calvin Ross and his wife Bonnie were the proud owners of Sunflower Pawn and Gun that had opened twenty-five years ago. The shop had been established by Todd Russell, Calvin’s father-in-law, but when he passed, Bonnie convinced Calvin to take over management of the place.

At first it had been strange for Calvin to settle down and run a pawnshop in the quiet little tourist town of Blackrock. Growing up with movies like Easy Rider and watching as his father built a collection of motorcycles, he had imagined a different sort of life. But after a few months, Calvin settled into the job and began to enjoy the rush of bargaining with people. The first few years, he wore a long-sleeved black shirt with matching leather vest. But now that he was older and had mellowed out, he put on a few pounds, grew a long beard, and wore whatever T-shirt he grabbed on his way out the door. He stopped glaring at the customers and often jokingly offered to buy their knickknacks. Bonnie just rolled her eyes and returned to whatever she was doing.

Seven years ago, they had bought a Rottweiler and named her Skylar. She had a drooling problem and snored when she slept, but she was a good guard dog and had the sweetest personality Calvin had even seen. Anytime someone sketchy walked into the shop, Skylar would growl and stand between the customer and Calvin. Bonnie and Calvin always said,

“You meet some interesting characters in this business!”

Today Calvin was busy wiping down the counter to the rhythm of a Steve Winwood song playing in the background. Bonnie was asleep in her recliner with snoring Skylar nuzzled up against her.

Suddenly the radio popped and shut off. Calvin cursed and walked over to fix it.

“Don’t tell me this dang thing is broken already,” he said.

Skylar began growling with long, deep rumbles.

When Calvin turned, he saw that Skylar was staring at the front door. She was on her feet and her fur was standing up.

“What is it, girl?” Calvin asked.

When Skylar growled and snorted at the door, Calvin turned and looked. The front door was made of bars on glass, and between the bars Calvin could see a man across the street facing the shop. He wore sunglasses, and despite the wind outside, his black hair did not move.

Calvin felt a chill run down his spine as the man stood still and stared at the front door.

“Bonnie,” Calvin called out without removing his eyes from the man.

Bonnie grunted but didn’t wake.

Calvin slowly reached for the pistol he had tucked in his belt.

“Is he staring at me?” Calvin asked.

A truck passed, blocking Calvin’s view of the man. He half expected the man to be gone when the truck passed, but he was in the same place staring at the shop.

Calvin felt increasingly uneasy but wasn’t sure why.

“Bonnie!” Calvin snapped.

“What?” Bonnie asked, slowly climbing out of her chair.

“Look,” Calvin said, not taking his eyes off the man.

Bonnie rubbed her eyes and asked,

“What am I looking at?”

Before Calvin could answer Bonnie said,

“Oh.”

“Who is that?” Bonnie asked.

“I’ve seen horror movies,” Calvin said, “and I think the proper question should be what is that?”

Skylar growled again.

Just as Bonnie reached down to settle the Rottweiler, the man stepped off the curb and started walking toward the shop.

Skylar yelped and ran off to hide in the back room.

Cars were passing the man as though he wasn’t there.

“Babe,” Calvin said, “run for it while I lock the door.”

Shoving Bonnie into the back room, he closed the door and ran to lock the front door.

But when he tried the lock, it wouldn’t turn.

“Of all the times to jam!” he said.

As the man got closer, Calvin yelled out,

“I love you, babe!”

When the man placed a hand on the door, Calvin felt a pop of static electricity. He jerked his hand back and the man pushed open the door.

Retreating to the counter, Calvin pulled the pistol from his belt just as the stranger entered the pawnshop.

“I don’t want no trouble, mister,” Calvin said, taking aim at the strange man.

“And I don’t want to be shot,” the man said, staying by the front door. “Perhaps we can reach some sort of an agreement.”

“What are you?” Calvin asked.

The man carefully slipped a guitar strap off his shoulder and took off his sunglasses.

“Just a drifter,” he said.

Calvin noticed that he had unnatural copper eyes that almost glowed.

“I just want to do a little business,” the man said.

“My name is Simon. And you are?” Simon asked.

His hands trembling, Calvin managed to answer, “Calvin.”

“Excellent. Calvin, I would like to sell a few things if that’s okay with you,” Simon said.

Calvin just nodded.

Simon paused then asked,

“Wouldn’t this be a lot easier without the gun?”

Not comfortable with the idea, Calvin hesitated but finally lowered his gun.

Simon picked up his bag and his guitar and walked over to the counter.

“I have this guitar and some things in my bag. It’s all for sale,” Simon said.

Calvin put the gun away and looked over the items that Simon was offering.

He saw that the guitar, though a bit old, was good quality. In the bag, the man had a few old games, some movies, a couple of mobile phones, two cameras and a handful of old coins.

“Any of this stolen?” Calvin asked. “I don’t buy stolen goods.”

“I promise nothing is stolen,” Simon said. “Cross my heart.”

Calvin always haggled over the price with customers. It was his favorite part of the job. But this stranger made him uncomfortable. He just wanted to get him out of his shop, so he quickly checked everything over and offered a price.

“Excellent,” Simon said.

When Calvin handed Simon the cash, he offered a receipt.

“Not necessary,” Simon said. “I’m not coming back for these.”

Simon stuffed the cash in his pocket but then instead of leaving, he began looking around.

He picked out a folding knife and an MP3 player.

On the far end of the case was an old 357 Magnum. It had been there almost since the shop opened.

“How much?” Simon asked.

Calvin walked over and took the weapon out of the case. It was old and rusty. Someone had carved a butterfly into the handle.

“It doesn’t work,” Calvin said. “Never worked.”

Simon looked at it and said,

“Sometimes what’s dead isn’t dead.”

He looked up at Calvin and added,

“It’s just asleep.”

Calvin felt another shiver run down his spine as the lights flickered.

“Take it,” Calvin said, hoping the man would leave.

“Thank you,” Simon said with a smile.

He took the 357, bought a few paperbacks and packed everything into his bag. Slinging the leather bag over his shoulder, he turned to leave.

Calvin knew he should just let the man leave, but his curiosity got the better of him.

Grabbing his pistol, he shouted, “What are you?”

Simon opened the door halfway and turned to face Calvin. He looked over his sunglasses and said,

“You know the saying. Never open the door to a lesser evil for a greater one might get in.”

When Simon’s copper eyes flashed for a moment, Calvin dropped the pistol.

Then Simon smiled, pushed his glasses up and said,

“Good luck to you, shopkeep.”

The door closed and Calvin watched as Simon walked away.

The Wintervale Knight: Prologue

Spring thunder rumbled as soft rain slowly worked its way through the leafy branches to the thirsty earth beneath. Jonah lay motionless in the mud as the rain washed his bare chest and soaked into his dirt streaked jeans. Splashing against his weary face, the drops rolled down his cheeks and came to rest in his matted beard. He turned his head from side to side as he stirred awake. Beyond the quiet applause of the rain, he heard the howl of a wolf. His eyes shot open, and he sat bolt upright.

As he slowly looked around, Jonah wondered,

“Why am I back here?”

Every tree looked the same. Ever branch, every bush. Struggling to see past the ceaseless rain, he reached up to wipe his face but stopped when he saw that his right hand was covered in blood. Confused and unsettled, Jonah brought his other hand to his face and saw that it too was covered in blood and gore. Jumping to his feet, he wiped his hands on his jeans and looked around to see where the blood had come from.

Suddenly he again heard the howl of a wolf.

“He’s getting closer,” Jonah thought.

Looking for a way of escape, Jonah spotted a narrow passage through the trees. The path was bathed in the light of a distant fire. Taking a step towards the light, his right foot sank into the mud. When he tried to pull his foot free, the mud came up to his ankle.  Stretching out with his left leg, he was able to stand on firmer ground and lift his other foot. One step at a time, he slowly moved toward the firelight. As he walked, he held out his hands, watching as the rain washed away the blood. With every step, the wolf’s howl grew closer. As he neared the path, he saw an old wooden fence stretching across it.

Just before he reached the fence, he heard a low snarl and knew the wolf was behind him now. When he slowly turned to look, he saw a wolf larger than any he had ever seen. Crouched with its tail cocked, it stared at him with wild eyes as it pulled back its lips, baring its fangs red with blood. Jonah could hear his heart pounding over the sound of the rain and thunder.

Somehow he knew that if he could get past the fence, the wolf could not hurt him.

When the wolf took a step back, Jonah thought,

“It’s about to lunge. Get to the fence!”

Just as the wolf cut through the air, Jonah flew toward the fence, falling backwards on the other side. The wolf struck some sort of invisible barrier and fell to the ground. Scrambling to its feet, it lunged at Jonah’s legs that were still on the other side of the fence. Quickly Jonah pulled his knees up to his chest, feeling the wolf’s breath as its jaws snapped shut.

Jonah lay on his back in the dirt trying to rest and slow his breathing. With no trees overhead to block the downpour, the rain struck him full in the face as he looked up at the black starless night sky and listened to his heartbeat slow.

After a few moments, fog began to roll in and cover the ground like a thick woolen blanket. Jonah stood and looked for some place to wash away the remains of the blood. He cautiously stepped forward, unable to see where he planted each foot. He could see through the fog that he was drawing closer to the firelight. When he took another step, he lost his footing and fell into a hole.

He quickly got to his feet and looked around. The hole was shallow, its edge reaching only to his knees. His eyes straining against the dark, he tried to see what kind of hole he was standing in. When the fog began to clear, he realized he was standing in a shallow grave. Two branches had been bound together in a cross for a headstone. His heart raced when he saw graves in every direction. Some open, some filled in.

Although the wolf had disappeared, Jonah sensed something lurking in the woods just beyond the fence. When out of the trees ambled a great black bear, Jonah froze as it approached the fence. With one swipe of its paw, it knocked the fence aside and walked through.  As the bear passed, Jonah tried to climb out of the grave to safety. Suddenly the firelight seemed to lift off the ground and move toward Jonah. Out of the darkness walked a man of fire. His head brushed against the branches as he made his way toward the grave. With the bear on one side and the man of fire on the other, Jonah looked around for a clear path of escape. When he saw a way, he tried to lift his foot to climb out of the shallow grave but discovered he couldn’t move.  Something held back his leg. Something in the grave.

Jonah looked down to see that a gray hand covered in dirt and mud had seized his ankle. Another hand reached out from the earth and grabbed his other ankle. Black roots rose from the earth and began to coil around his legs, slowly moving up his body as he fought to get free. When Jonah tried to scream for help, no sound came. His heart pounding, he felt himself being pulled into the earth. The more he struggled, the deeper the hands pulled him in. Just as the bear reached the man of fire, the earth swallowed up Jonah, his mouth open in a silent scream.

 

*          *          *

 

Stirring from sleep, Jonah heard the dawn chorus of the birds, and he felt a measure of peace.

“That same dream again,” he thought.

At his side was his beautiful wife deep in sweet slumber. Moving slowly, he slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her. She had been up most of the night tending to one of their children. Pulling on his boots, he stood and worked his arms through a fresh shirt. Then grabbing his coat off the back of a nearby chair, he tiptoed out of the bedroom, taking care not to step on the loose squeaky board he meant to fix.

Heading through the old house, he made his way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator. Then he stepped outside onto the porch and settled into one of the rocking chairs to take in the crisp morning air and listen to the birds’ concert. Some ornithologists said the performers were an all male choir. A light fog rolled across the Scotland countryside painting a breathtaking picture. The cold air helped clear his head as the dream slowly faded. He let out a long sigh and closed his eyes to take in the majesty of creation.

A moment after he closed his eyes, he heard the sound of the front door open. Scarlett took a chair next to Jonah and cuddled a cooing baby whose fat little fingers were twisted in a lock of Scarlett’s golden hair.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” Jonah asked.

“On no,” Scarlett whispered when she saw the baby drifting back to sleep. “Geoffrey always gets restless this time of the morning.”

Scarlett studied Jonah’s face for a moment then asked,

“Have the dream again?”

Jonah nodded.

“Every night it’s the same thing,” he said in frustration.

“No one blames you, Jonah,” Scarlett assured him. “You did everything you could.”

“I know,” Jonah sighed. “I keep telling myself that, but I can’t help but feel like I failed them. If I had just done a little more or tried a little bit harder, maybe things would have turned out differently.”

“They didn’t die because of you. You know that. They died because of him,” Scarlett said.

Jonah nodded.

As the sun slowly peeked over the horizon, the birds flitted from tree to tree then dove toward the ground as their feeding for the day began.

“I can’t believe he’s two years old,” Jonah said, smiling at the sleeping baby.

“I know,” Scarlett said. “It doesn’t feel like it’s been that long.”

Geoffrey opened his eyes and looked around. When he saw his mother’s face, he broke into a smile.

“He loves the morning chill. Just like his daddy,” Scarlett said.

Jonah smiled as he watched the baby bring his fist to his mouth.

“So when are you going to tell him the story?” Jonah asked.

“What story?” Scarlett replied.

“You know. The one about Blackrock, Lichenhurst, the day you met me?” Jonah said.

Scarlett looked up at the horizon. Closing her eyes, she smiled at the memory. Then she brought her eyes back to the wiggling baby and asked,

“Would you like to hear how you came to be, Geoffrey? About the Wintervale knight?”

Scarlett looked at Jonah and smiled then added,

“About the day I met your daddy?”

The baby cooed at his mother’s voice and smiled a great toothless smile.

“Well it started a long time ago in a small town beside a great wood named Grymthorne Forest. Just after your grandmother passed away, I took a bus from the hospital in St. Adalene to the small town of Blackrock. Little did I know how much my life would change when I got off the bus that morning.”

 

 

10 years earlier. . .