Shield of Kronos
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He trailed off, unable to continue, and Rickard patted him on the side of the head. “You do not have to explain this to me,” he said. “I know why you did it. And it was my job to prevent you from doing it. I would say that we are even.”
Garret smiled weakly as Rickard kissed him on the cheek, leaving a bloody mark. “What are you going to tell Tristiana when she sees how badly beaten you are?” Garret asked. “Will you tell her who did it?”
Rickard shook his head. “Of course not,” he said, “unless you want her coming after you with a dagger. In fact, I believe I shall go and see my wife right now. I find that I am anxious to.”
As he turned away, he caught sight of Colchester lying in a pool of his own blood. The expression on his face made everyone turn and look, too. It was such a powerful moment to them all; a man who had been a danger to everything he touched had now passed into the annals of history and his ending, so swift and so shocking, was as welcome as it was ironic at the hand of a woman who had suffered through his abuse long enough. Perhaps her reasons were self-serving, but it didn’t matter.
The Duke of Colchester was dead.
As Rickard lingered on the remains of his liege, Garret took it a step further. He went to stand over Colchester, gazing down at the man, reconciling himself to the fact that the man was dead. He would never again have to worry about Colchester molesting or harming Lyssa, for in the justice that Lady Colchester sought for herself, she made sure that anyone else who might come to harm from the man was relieved of his burden, as well.
And Garret… aye, he’d challenged a duke, but it hadn’t ruined him. In fact, it empowered him. He’d never fought a more noble battle and he felt stronger than he ever had, ready and willing to return to Westminster and throw every ounce of his strength and willpower into helping Lyssa survive. Much as his brother had wanted to see his wife, Garret felt the overwhelming urge to return to Westminster to see Lyssa.
He’d done what he’d set out to do.
A glimmer of light caught his eye and he looked up, seeing that a new day was about to dawn over England. The sunrise was hinting at the horizon in the east, promising a bright new future to come. As he stood there and looked at the sunrise, Zayin came up beside him.
“It is a new day, Salibi,” he said, smiling when Garret looked at him. “The good have been victorious over the evil.”
Garret nodded, noting the crossbow in Zayin’s hand. Zayin never carried the weapon around casually and a thought occurred to him.
“Did you intend to use that at some point?” He gestured to the crossbow.
Zayin chuckled. “I was commanded to use it but I did not have the opportunity. Lady Colchester had the privilege before I did.”
Garret had a feeling it was a command from Walter or de Winter, but he didn’t ask. He was grateful. “Privilege,” he muttered. “A necessity, you mean. I suppose if it was anyone’s right, it was hers. She was married to the devil.”
Zayin’s humor faded as he looked down at Colchester. “He looks much smaller and weaker than I remembered him as he was upon the sands of my country.”
Garret looked at him. “I am sorry I did not kill him on that night,” he said. “I should have. It would have saved all of this anguish.”
But Zayin shook his head. “Nay, Salibi, it would not have,” he said. “Everything happened as it should. I came to England because of you. I came because I felt I owed you my life, and I still feel that way. My time to return the favor will come, but now was not the time. As for Alfaar… had you killed him on that night, you would never have met Lady Lyssa. He is the reason you were brought together. Mayhap… mayhap that is why you let him live those years ago. God would not let you kill that which you needed.”
It was a rather interesting take on the situation, but one that made some sense. “If everything happens as it should in the universe, then mayhap you are correct in that way,” he said. “Mayhap, that is the only way to look at it.”
Zayin’s dark eyes glimmered in the rising sun. “In a sense, Colchester brought about some good in the end. He made you realize your love for the lady.”
“As twisted as it sounds, he had a hand in it. He made me understand what it was to sacrifice myself for the love of a woman.”
Zayin smiled. “A great and wise man once said that the world moves for love,” he said softly. “The world stands in awe of love. It worships the very breath upon which it is spoken. Your faith in love is what brought you through this, Garret, and your love for Lyssa is what will sustain you. I have faith that all will turn out as it should for the future.”
Garret thought of Lyssa, lying in his bed, perhaps dying, perhaps not. He’d never known a stronger urge than he did the urge to be at her side, at that very moment. He was almost panicked with it as he turned for the horses. Zayin followed.
“With Colchester gone and a new day dawning, I find that I want to share it all with Lyssa,” he said softly as they swiftly walked. “Nothing else matters right now but returning to her side. Even if I just have a few more precious moments with her, having known love… having experienced it… I will consider myself blessed to have something few men ever have.”
“Then you are the richest man I have ever known.”
Garret smiled weakly, but his anxiety to return to Westminster grew. Soon enough, he found his horse and prepared to depart with the droves of men that were already pouring from The Wix. The great conflict was over and now men would return home to tale tales of the duke who turned brother against brother, and the duchess who put an end to it all. Strange tales, indeed, as some might even accuse them of lying.
For certain, it had to be seen to be believed.
Once Garret mounted his steed, following the men to the gate, he happened to glance over and see Rose with several other women as they headed back into the manse, carrying a stretcher between them. It was then that he saw Gavin beside the stretcher, holding the hand of whoever was on it, and Garret suspected that Gavin had located his sister. Servants were rushing about, carrying torches, and helping the women back into The Wix where they would no longer live in fear.
The duchess had made sure of that.
Once Garret left The Wix, he pushed all thoughts of the duke, the battle, and the events of the night from his mind. Thundering down The Strand, he made it to Westminster ahead of most of his men, his knights bringing up the rear as they passed through the South Gate. Some of the men who had been sick were better now, up on the walls and waving in Garret and his knights, and the soldiers who had traveled with them to The Wix. Even at Westminster, all was as it should be as the new day dawned. But for Garret, he only had one thing on his mind.
Lyssa.
Dismounting his horse, he practically ran into the apartment block, charging into his quarters. As soon as he entered the reception room, he could see a faint light coming from his bedchamber and he went to the door, watching apprehensively from the doorway as Alpin bent over Lyssa. He couldn’t see what the man was doing so he took a few nervous steps in, his heart in his throat at what he would find. But when Alpin stepped away, he saw that the man had a bowl in his hand and a spoon. Before Garret could ask him of Lyssa condition, he heard a soft voice.
“Y-You have returned.”
It was Lyssa.
Startled to hear her voice, and even more startled to see that she was awake, he pushed past Alpin and took a knee beside the bed. After what he’d been through, he was having trouble controlling his emotions so he forced a smile as he gazed into her eyes, a big hand stroking her hair.
“Aye, I have,” he murmured, bending down to kiss her cheek tenderly. “How do you feel?”
“Better,” Alpin answered for her. He set the bowl down as Garret looked at him. “The lass woke up a few minutes ago and demanded food. If she’s hungry, ’tis a good sign.”
“Are you certain?”
“As certain as I can be. There is hope.”
Garret couldn’t describe the relief he felt at th
e news. He was weak with it. Briefly, he closed his eyes in thanks, feeling the tears threaten. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that Lyssa was looking at him.
“W-Where did you go?” she asked. “A-And why do you look so beaten?”
He didn’t want to tell her. Eventually, he would but, at the moment, he didn’t see the need. A story like that was for a time when she was stronger. In fact, he wasn’t even sure he could tell her without breaking down, so it was better if he didn’t for now.
“I fell off my horse,” he told her, lifting her hand to his lips and kissing it gently.
Her brow furrowed. “I-I am to believe that?”
“For now.”
Lyssa didn’t push. He looked like he was about to break as it was, so she let it go. “T-Then at least tell me where you went,” she said. “T-To summon the priest?”
He lifted his eyebrows. “For what? Last rites? You must be mad.”
Lyssa smiled faintly. “T-That is not what I mean,” she said. “Y-You promised me a sunrise wedding.”
“Of course I did, but we should do it when you are feeling better.”
“W-Why?”
He couldn’t think of a good enough reason, and the lady got what the lady wanted. With Zayin, Gart, Rhys, Knox, and Walter as witnesses, the only priest they could locate at Westminster Abbey with the authority to perform a wedding mass joined Sir Garret de Moray and Lady Lyssa du Bose in marriage near the time of the nooning meal. The bride was in bed, the groom on his knees, and his friends crammed in to the small bedchamber to witness such an event. Even under what most would consider less than desirable circumstances, for those in that room, it wasn’t the surroundings that made the marriage.
It was the couple.
The final words Garret spoke to his new wife, paraphrased from Zayin, confirmed that love was, indeed, alive and well in the heart of Garret de Moray, for the love he spoke of was the strongest thing about him, the shield which he would bear for a lifetime. A strength that could only come from a love stronger than time itself.
“The world moves for love. It stands in awe of love. It worships the very breath upon which it is spoken. My faith in love is what binds me to you and my love for you is what will sustain me until the end of all things.”
Finally, Kronos, the man who was great and wise in all things, the man who had once been accused by men of being immortal, knew the true meaning of a life everlasting.
The key was love.
* THE END *
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