Wings of Grace

Chapter 5

       "If what you say is true, I want that girl" King Reardon's beady brown eyes pierced the very soul of his informer, making him cringe back even further into the shadows of the grey stone hallway.

     "He's not just going to hand her over to you." The pathetic whiny voice tried to reason.

     "Then we'll have to take her." Reardon's eyes were ablaze like a predator striking for the kill.

     "It's not as though you could just walk straight in"

    King Louis Reardon was a strategist. He loved the art of war. Striding the hallway as he took time to think, he was an intimidating man, dressed in the finest royal blue silk, coat and cap and tight black breeches and his favourite pointy black leather boots.

      "Maybe we can. I just need a distraction.

                                                                           *****

     "Do as you're told, Setter. If you want to see your wife alive again, you had better not let King Reardon down. Although, he would probably be doing you a favour." The expression, creating even more wrinkles, on the old locksmith's 74-year-old face, was one of destitute, as he was harassed by one of Reardon's henchman, dressed in a long cloak and hood.

     "Please don't hurt her." He pleaded for his wife.

     "Hurt her? " The man scoffed "After last night's shenanigans she's lucky to still be alive"

     Warren Setter, didn't know what else to do. If he told anyone that Reardon's men had kidnapped his wife, they would kill her. Sarah was of small stature and usually, gentle as a lamb. He loved her, really, he did. But he wondered if they had actually thought this through, when they had chosen Sarah, of all people. When she got angry, she could be a real handful and he didn't know who he felt sorrier for.

     Warren finished making the keys for the Southern Gatehouse, handing them over with reluctance. He had no idea why they would need to have access to Sally's house? He couldn't let them hurt her as well. Warren had to somehow get a message to King Lyon. But how?

                                                                               *****

     Lara had come up with several logical reasons as to what she had seen, while washing her hair in the shower, all of which she negated immediately. For if she was really back in the 14th century, how was she having a shower with all modern plumbing and hot water? And although Sally did have an unusual accent it was just too far fetched to accept.

     All Sally had said was to wait for Lyon, he would clarify everything. But she didn't want to wait. She wanted answers now and he had better have a good explanation. Where was she? How did she get here? And most importantly, how was she going to get back to find her grandfather?

     She got changed into soft fawn suede leather pants that fitted a little too well, for her liking, a cotton dark green, long sleeve shirt and knee high, brown leather, low heeled boots. She immediately rolled up the sleeves. Ever since she could remember, she had never felt the cold, and hated feeling any restrictions on her arms.

     The clothing was very different from the good old denim jeans and cotton T shirts she usually favoured and had no labels which probably meant they were all hand-made.

     Returning to her room, Lara found it very difficult to hand over the blue T shirt she had been wearing, to Sally. Trying to tell herself that she just liked the colour and not that it was because it belonged to him.