Page 265 of The Valiant Knight
Tony showed Graham.
Well, holy shit!
“Her father sounded pissed that she’d dare try to end her marriage with Duncan,” Tony admitted. “Do you think he would be angry enough to hurt her? He was bringing his replacement womb for Duncan.”
Graham considered it.
“I mean, back then, women were traded like cattle. So it’s possible he showed up and handled her. He did warn her‘or else’, and that’s very telling especially since someone clocked her in the face and shoved her out the window.”
The minute he said that, they heard crying.
Oh, boy.
Ceit was still not resting, and now, they just might have the fourth player in the game. Their suspicions about Ciarán Begbie appeared to be right. Duncan was laying with a man too.
“Well, this is a big mystery. Did the father come here and kill his daughter out of rage, or did the Lord’s lover, Ciarán Begbie, get rid of the competition?”
That was a damn good question.
“What caught my attention most was this part,” Graham said, surprised he was now helping on this wild ghost hunt.
He pointed.
It was the line about him having a lover or liking men.
“It appeared that Duncan wasn’t so good at hiding the truth about him being gay. His wife must have pieced it together, and the letter to Duncan saying she feared Ciarán was likely her way of clueing him in that she knew what he was doing—or who.”
Tony thought about it.
“I mean, if he needed his bed warmed, and he was away at battle, how convenient would it be to diddle his man-at-arms?” he asked. “He’d be there, and accessible. What did you do when you were fighting and around other men?”
Oh, he knew.
He’d been immersed in D’Artangnan. Once they both figured out they were gay, and they needed to not feel so alone, they’d had sex.
OFTEN.
He’d always been submissive in bed, and when D’Artangnan found out, he made sure he was in precarious positions all of the time.
“While at war, I satisfied my needs,” he said. “War is hell. Why not take a little joy when you could?”
That’s what Tony thought.
“So now, we don’t know if Ceit was shoved out a window by her husband’s possible lover, or if her father came here and killed her. All I know is that if I was Duncan, and I came home and found my wife dead, my child left motherless, and two men fighting over my dick, I’d be testy.”
Oh, Graham agreed.
Before he could say anything, Tony went back into the crypt. As he stared at the stone sarcophaguses that held Duncan and now Ceit, he was curious.
“What if that other crypt was for his lover?” he asked. “Duncan is in the middle, and Ceit was on his left. What if his lover was on his right? His right-hand-man?”
Well, holy shit.
“I mean, it could be. We know Duncan never remarried. Maybe he couldn’t. But that brings up the following questions that still have to be solved until we get a chance at resolution. Where are his lover’s bones, who killed Ceit, and what is behind that wall?”
It looked like they needed to find out.
Somehow.
