Page 70 of While Angels Slept
When Simon and Johnrode for the Dartford Crossing to carry the news of the new Earl of East Anglia and to assess who currently had charge of the bridge, Tevin took a rather large party towards Darland in search of Cantia, Hunt, and Arabel.
Myles rode with him as the three hundred man army traveled south. He was originally supposed to ride for the bridge but changed his mind. He thought he would be better served riding with Tevin if for no other reason than to keep the man calm. Moreover, Val had asked it of him and he would not disappoint her.
After making arrangements for Geoff to be prepared and delivered to Rochester Cathedral, and assembling the two separate armies, it was late afternoon by the time Tevin’s party left Rochester and he was seriously edgy because of the delays. Fortunately, the day was clear with scattered clouds, making their travel easy enough on the rutted roads. Armed to the teeth, they were prepared for anything. Moreover, Tevin had murder on his mind and the entire troop was aware of it. This was more than a rescue. It was vengeance. Du Reims was out for blood.
As Val had told them, approximately an hour south of Rochester saw them come across the bodies of Dagan and Gavril. Gavril had a knife in his throat while Dagan had taken a big arrow to the body. Tevin stood over the man, gazing down at him, knowing the arrow hadn’t killed him right away. There was a huge amount of dark, gooey blood underneath and around him, suggesting he had slowly bled to death.
Sickened, terrified for Cantia and his daughter, Tevin struggled to keep a level head as he had a few of his men take Dagan and Gavril back to Rochester. Meanwhile, he pushed himself to focus on findingwhatever trail the attackers had left behind because he found it easier to cope with his feelings if he focused on finding any evidence of their departure. Somewhere in this expanse of grass, weeds, mud and trees had to be clues. He was determined to find them.
Eventually, he had about a hundred of his men carefully combing the area for any signs of Cantia, Arabel and Hunt. Tevin, Myles, and the remainder of the army remained on the road, studying it for hoof prints or any recognizable pattern, but eventually realized that it was a futile quest because the hard-packed road wasn’t easily giving up its secrets. Whatever foot of hoof prints there had been had dissolved or blown away long ago.
After a half-hour of inspecting the countryside, a few of Tevin’s men found what they thought was a trail leading off to the south. Spurred by the discovery, Tevin lead the entire brigade south until they came to what they believed was the trail’s end. A small village with a rather large church sat along the banks of a gentle creek and Tevin showed no mercy as his men plowed into the quiet little berg.
Peasants were roused, bullied and terrified as Tevin’s men did a house to house search. The weeping of women and children could be heard as the town’s priest intervened, begging to know why the men were raiding the town. Tevin explained, as calmly as he could, that he was looking for his family and would burn the town to the ground if he did not find them. At the moment, he was not permitting his men to do anything more than roust people and search houses, but that would very quickly change if he did not get what he wanted.
The priest, sensing death for his flock if they did not comply with the enormous warlord who had yet to fully identify himself, began shouting to the people as to the reasons behind the raid. Trembling and uncertain, the word was passed until two young men eventually came forward and produced a pair of well-made weapons.
Myles, who was on foot as Tevin sat upon his charger to supervise the raid, inspected the dirks in the shaking young hands.
“Where did you get these?” he asked.
The priest, standing next to the young men, nudged the one closest to him. “From… from a dead knight, m’lord,” a skinny youth choked out a reply. “He had a knife through his neck. We… we came across him early this morning when we were searching for a lost lamb. He was already dead when we found him, m’lord, I swear it. We didn’t kill him.”
Myles removed the dirk from the young man’s grasp, inspecting it closely. Then he eyed the pair. “You say he was already dead?”
“Aye, m’lord.”
“What time was this?”
“At dawn, m’lord.”
“And you saw no one else?”
The two young men passed glances. “There was another knight,” the youth said, hanging his head. “We took this other knife from him.”
“And he was already dead, too?”
“Aye, m’lord.”
“You saw no women or children?”
“No, m’lord. There was no one.”
Myles believed him, for one very good reason. The young men would not have appeared with the simplicity of stolen dirks to save their village from destruction had they been guilty of more heinous crimes. At least, that was Myles’ suspicion. Moreover, they didn’t have the look of bandits, and Myles had seen plenty to know. They looked like farm boys. Still, he eyed them both critically, as if his piercing gaze would cause them to break down were they holding anything back.
“Then it must have been your trail we followed,” Myles muttered.
The young men didn’t know how to answer. They kept their heads down as the priest watched Myles very closely.
“Will you please stop what you are doing, my lord?” the pale old man asked. “These are good people. They do not have your women and children.”
Myles looked at the man. “Even so, they are still missing and we will find them,” he said. “If you know anything, priest, now would be thetime to tell me.”
The priest shook his head. “I do not, my lord, I swear on our Most High,” he said earnestly. “But these lands abound with murderers, thieves and bandits. We have to fight them off ourselves quite frequently.”
Myles knew that. It was a wild and lawless land these days and the people reflected that. Everyone lived with fear in their hearts and weapons in their hands. He was starting to feel some despondency as he tightened up his gloves, wondering how he was going to deter Tevin from ripping the rest of the village apart.
“You would not happen to know were any of those murderers are, would you?” he muttered drolly. “Perhaps they are living out in the open somewhere with great bonfires that will guide our way to them.”
