Orphan of Destiny (2 page)

But Maryam did not need saving. A split second before Sir Hugh’s foot connected with the barrel, she launched herself into the air. I watched in amazement as she leapt high enough to grab the crossbeam with both hands. Sir Hugh looked up at her in confusion. He fully expected her to be dangling at the end of her rope, breathing her last. Instead, Maryam swung deftly upward until she was sitting on the crossbar of the windlass, which moments before had served as her gallows.

Sir Hugh cursed and swung his sword at her, and she pushed up on her hands to avoid the blade as it bit roughly into the wood. Another of Robard’s arrows narrowly missed him, and he darted behind the wagon.

The Captain of the Guard moved to intercept me.

“Maryam! Catch!” I shouted, and tossed my short sword to her hilt first. She caught it easily and with one swing chopped through the rope and dropped to the ground. She now stood in Robard’s line of fire, blocking his shot, as Sir Hugh stepped out to confront her. Al Hashshashin or not, Maryam could not match Sir Hugh’s skill with the sword.

There was a squeal of pain as one of Robard’s arrows found another guard.

The Captain was upon me. In our earlier encounters he had proven to be a most determined fellow. “Hold on, squire,” he said, raising his sword. He expected that weaponless, I would be easily captured. But as he moved between me and Sir Hugh, I feinted to my left and he paused momentarily. With all the strength and momentum I could muster, I threw myself at his legs.

He tried to dodge out of the way, but I drove my shoulder into his waist. The air rushed out of his lungs, and with a grunt he was bent double and fell to the ground. As I landed on top of him, I drove my elbow into his chin and felt a satisfying crunch. His head flew back, hitting the cobblestone, and a low groan escaped his lips. His sword clattered away.

Not giving him a second to recover, I snatched up his weapon and scrambled to Maryam’s side.

“Get to the horses! Robard is behind us! Hurry, before they close the gate!” I yelled to her.

Maryam leapt to the task. I stepped in front of her and Sir Hugh came at me with a vicious swing of his blade. The Captain’s sword felt clumsy and unfamiliar in my hand, but I raised it quickly enough to block him, and sparks flew as our steel clashed.

“You’ll die, squire,” he spat at me. “Tonight, you will die.” He swung again and I danced away, trying to put distance between us. Maryam quickly retrieved her daggers from the back of the wagon and slipped from sight. I had no desire to fight Sir Hugh. He was too strong and too experienced with the sword. I only needed to buy time.

“Tristan!” Robard yelled behind me. “Move! I can shoot him!”

Sir Hugh and I spun in unison. I dove to my right and he leapt behind the wagon again. Robard’s arrow whistled through the air where Sir Hugh had stood just moments before. Was there no way to kill this man?

I glanced behind me. Two guards were shepherding the Queen Mother back into the keep, and the Captain still lay groaning on the ground. Three more guards hid behind a stone well that lay in the center of the bailey, pinned there by Robard and his bow.

We had to get out. I had no idea how many guards were on duty in the castle, but there must have been more than those assembled here. Richard the Lionheart would not leave such a small garrison protecting his mother. When word of this reached him, I knew I could add his name to a long list of enemies I was making.

I shot a glance at Sir Hugh again. He still hid behind the wagon, not eager to step out and risk Robard’s wrath. In the flickering torchlight I could see the mask of fury on his face as his eyes darted back and forth between me and Robard.

“Tristan! Hurry!” Maryam shouted. She had found a few scattered horses in the confusion and was now mounted. She held the reins of two bay mares and steered them toward Robard’s spot behind the wagon. He took a running start and leapt to the saddle, stilling the animal with his knees. Another arrow was nocked and ready in a heartbeat. Maryam waved my short sword at me. I didn’t wait for Sir Hugh to act. I turned and sprinted the few yards between us and sprang up on the back of the empty horse.

“Angel! Here!” I yelled, and we turned and spurred hurriedly toward the castle entrance. She appeared out of the darkness, barking loudly.

Sir Hugh was raving, “The gate! Close the gate!” Someone in the tower must have heard him, for I could hear the loud clank of chains and watched in horror as it began its cumbersome descent.

Maryam and Robard had nearly reached the exit, but just as they were about to ride through, two King’s Guards rushed them from each side of the closing gate, swords drawn.

I thought they would try to take out the horses, but Robard shot first, hitting one in the leg with an arrow. The man cried out, falling to the ground, and Robard’s mount nearly trampled him as he rode by. But the altercation spooked Maryam’s horse and it reared. I steered to the right of her, determined to protect her from the second guard.

Maryam fought the horse, which was now in a full rage, bucking and snorting. Angel and Robard had made it through the gate and waited outside. Robard pulled another arrow but was unsure what to do.

Maryam tried her best, but the horse would not settle. Finally she let go of the reins and jumped from its back. It skittered away, blowing and kicking.

Out of the confusion Sir Hugh charged from behind the wagon, sword raised.

“Tristan! Maryam! Get out of there!” Robard shouted.

The three King’s Guards hiding behind the well also took up the chase. The one by the door advanced on Maryam, whose back was momentarily to him. He held Sir Thomas’ battle sword.

“Maryam! Watch out!” I yelled in warning.

Maryam acted instantaneously, turning and drawing her weapons in one motion. The guard was upon her, and he swung the sword down with all his might. She crossed her daggers over her head, catching the blade and twisting the sword from his grip as I had seen her do so many times. For good measure, she kicked the man hard in the groin, and with an agonizing squeal he fell to the ground.

The gate continued toward the ground.

“Maryam, the sword!” I hollered. She scooped up Sir Thomas’ battle sword and ran through the gate. I spurred my horse right after her and had just enough room to duck beneath the gate.

“Let’s go!” said Robard. He held out his hand to Maryam, who pulled herself up onto the horse behind him.

“Wait!” I cried, sliding from the back of my horse. “Robard, give me cover!”

“What are you . . . ?” But he turned his horse and, standing in the stirrups, shot through the gate at the legs of someone chasing us. The arrow missed and stuck in the ground, but I heard shrieks of alarm.

Sir Hugh’s high-pitched, venomous voice commanded someone to raise the gate, but in the confusion it kept sliding downward.

“Tristan! What are you doing?” Maryam yelled at me.

The gate was made of thick oak planks. Two large beams on each side formed a groove that held it in place as it was raised and lowered. Quickly, I took the Captain’s sword and jammed the point into the groove between the door and the beam. I pulled back on the hilt with all my might and, digging my heels into the ground, snapped six inches of the steel blade off at the tip. I jammed the remaining length in the gap again, right next to the first piece. It was much more difficult to work into the groove a second time, but finally, after pushing it in as hard as I could, it held fast. I hoped it would stop the door from being raised from the inside and give us time to put distance between us and the pursuit sure to follow.

“Good idea!” said Robard. Maryam laughed.

“What are you laughing at?” I asked as I mounted my horse.

“You. How did you think to jam the door?” she asked.

“I planned it all along,” I said confidently. “Once we got out, of course.”

“You planned it,” she said in disbelief.

“Certainly.”

“Sure you did,” she replied.

There was no time to answer. With Angel in tow, we rode off into the night.

Sir Hugh was long from finished with us.

2

A
well-traveled road led directly from the castle into Calais. “Where to, squire?” Robard asked. His voice was strong and deep over the rushing wind and clatter of hooves. In the moonlight, Maryam clutched him tightly around the waist, her face buried in his shoulder. His relief at having her back and unhurt was evident in his tone and manner.

“Head for the docks. We need to acquire a ship or boat and cross the channel as quickly as we can,” I answered.

“Acquire?” Maryam queried, a teasing tone in her voice.

“I do not welcome another sea voyage, but we cannot walk to England. My trick with the Captain’s sword will not stay the castle door for long.” I dug my heels into the horse’s flank and pulled ahead of my friends. Angel ran before us, leading the way.

Robard and Maryam loved to make sport of my plans. It was their own fault, since they left all the thinking to me. Still, it was hard to blame them for being concerned. I had managed to get us into a number of dangerous situations. Yet, here we were, free again, at least temporarily.

Sir Hugh wasted little time. As the castle receded behind us, the sound of a loud horn cut through the darkness. We reined up and saw men atop the battlements waving torches back and forth. From the town below us, a bell sounded a few moments later and the shouts of men carried on the wind.

“What’s happening?” Maryam asked.

“I don’t know. Sir Hugh has sounded the alarm. The castle must have a way of alerting the village. If there are soldiers or Templars quartered there, we must be doubly careful!” We galloped away, and I feared our pursuers were close at hand. Had they managed to raise the gate?

Within minutes we reached the outskirts of Calais. There were few villagers about at this hour, and only the faintest trace of starlight guided our way.

“Which way?” Robard asked.

“Robard,” I said, exasperated, “we need a boat. I believe boats are kept at or near the ocean.”

“Don’t get testy with me, squire,” Robard muttered. I felt bad momentarily, but I was trying to think. Something was telling me to avoid the village.

“Hold,” I said, pulling the reins as my horse skidded to a stop. We had entered on a deserted street, lined by a few simple huts. A pathway between the structures led farther into the heart of the town.

“What’s wrong?” Maryam asked.

“I did not count on Sir Hugh being able to sound a warning. No one here will know exactly what to look for, but they know the castle has raised an alarm. I’m wondering if—” My words were cut off by a whizzing sound, and I cried out as a crossbow bolt thunked into the pommel of my saddle. My horse jumped and bolted forward, and I nearly lost my grip.

“Go!” Robard yelled. He slapped reins and we darted forward, our horses churning up ground as the small huts flew by. Off to our right I could hear shouts of “After them!” and “This way!” I had no idea yet if our pursuers were mounted or on foot, but they were most definitely armed. I understood Robard’s disdain of the crossbow. The distinctive twang of a bowstring and the flight of an arrow from a longbow made noise as it traveled through the air. At least it gave one a fighting chance to dodge or drop to the ground to avoid it. You never heard a crossbow bolt until it appeared, as if by magic, in the center of your chest.

“Stay low,” Robard shouted, bending forward, hugging his mount’s neck. I did the same and could swear I felt the air move as another bolt hummed by where my head had been moments before.

The hard ground turned to cobblestone as we entered Calais proper, and the clatter of hoofbeats thundered through the darkness. Soon, buildings lined both sides of the street and the noise of our escape echoed off the walls. Up ahead, I thought I saw movement and warned Robard to turn.

“LEFT, Robard! LEFT!” I shouted. He steered as I commanded down a side street. We were not getting closer to the docks by this route, and finding a boat seemed unlikely. Our abrupt turn gained us some distance on those following us, but it sounded as if several squads of men were moving through the town in an effort to surround us. I believed we were riding south, which would put us parallel to the coast, but I couldn’t be sure. The streets were narrow and dark, and it was easy to get turned around.

We had nearly reached the southern edge of Calais, and through a break in the buildings I could see the ocean, and regained my bearings.

“Tristan?” Robard said.

“This way!” I gave rein and pulled ahead of him. Angel was barking madly in the dark, and the village dogs took up the chorus. We were making more noise than a regimento of Templars in full-scale battle. I turned my horse toward the ocean. Somewhere ahead, there must be a boat for us.

We darted and weaved through the streets and alleys. I could hear more horses and knew the longer we waited, the better the chances that Sir Hugh would arrive from the castle with even more men. I cursed my stupidity for heading straight to the village. We should have ridden north or south and found a boat along the coast somewhere. My eagerness to get away from him had clouded my judgment.

The moon peeked over the horizon to the northwest. It was late in the year, so it would stay low in the sky, but the extra light was a blessing and a curse.

“Hold,” I said, and we pulled our horses to a stop.

“Why are we stopping?” Maryam asked.

“We need to get off these streets,” I said. “With the moon rising we’ll be seen, so we need to be quiet.” I nudged my horse forward at a walk. “We need to head for the countryside. Find a place where we—”

“No,” Robard said quietly.

“What?” I replied.

“I said no. We’re getting a boat and getting out of this bloody country,” he declared.

“Robard, that is not a good idea,” I explained. “The alarm has been raised; they will be waiting at the docks—”

“Then I’ll shoot them,” he interrupted, shaking his bow at me.

“Robard, maybe Tristan is right—” Maryam said.

“Not tonight.” Robard pointed over his shoulder toward the ocean. “England lies across that water. Home is so close I can almost smell it. I’ll not wait another night. Not another minute. I will kill every King’s Guard with my bare hands if I have to. But we sail tonight.”