Roan and Morgan did not argue further or say anything about what Margueritte did to them. That alone felt strange enough to raise Margueritte’s curiosity, but before she could think much about it, she had to help Elsbeth to her feet.
“Are you all right?” Elsbeth nodded while Margueritte shouted up the ladder. “Owien. Stay where you are until they are gone.”
Owien wanted to rush down to Elsbeth, but he gritted his teeth. “As long as Elsbeth is all right,” he said. “Otherwise, I would cut the man.”
“Don’t let the small insults rule your knife. That’s what Father says.” Margueritte reminded Owien of something he had undoubtedly heard a hundred times. Owien showed his gritted teeth but said no more as Marguerite and Elsbeth went to the door.
The serfs lined up outside with blankets and such small possessions as might be important to them. It indeed looked like they were leaving for a week, if not much longer. Brian stormed out of the house and mounted his horse. Bartholomew followed and protested all the way though Brian looked equally determined to ignore him.
Brian and Canto lead the procession. Roan and Morgan followed with a half dozen men, all armed, who brought up the rear. The peasants walked in the middle as they headed off down the road to Vergen. Bartholomew threw his hands up, and Brianna came out to stand beside him and watch.
“How can I run a farm without laborers?” Lord Barth asked no one in particular. Brianna just took his hand until the procession moved out of sight. Moments later, Father Aden came out of the chapel, and Jennifer followed, the baby in her arms.
“I don’t like this,” Aden said when he came close.
“Me neither.” Margueritte added her voice to the mix.
“I should have cut the man.” Owien rushed up.
“No, son,” Bartholomew told him, but he appeared thoughtful, and added, “Not yet.”
A moment after that, Thomas of Evandell came up, and Grimly rode with him. Everyone waited to hear what he had to say, and he did not waste words. “I had to wait until they were gone. It would not have been safe while they were here.” He got down and Grimly took the moment to speak.
“Powerful enchantments about,” he said. “The whole country is in a fog. Hard to tell what is going on.”
“I felt it myself,” Thomas said. “I was with Constantus practicing my Latin when the strangest feeling came over me. I felt that I needed to attend to the king. Now, as the king’s bard, I have felt that feeling before, but never like this. It was more than a feeling, if you know what I mean. Constantus wondered if I had taken ill. I could not say. As time passed, the feeling grew. I became agitated. I said I had to go. I went to ride out, and curiously, I knew exactly where the king was at that moment, and thinking about it after, I know how curious that was. You see, he was not in his home. He was in a village by the sea, but I knew he was there, though there is no way I should have known. I would be there now if Grimly had not found me on the road.”
“Things are afoot,” Grimly said. “And I know Sir Thomas has been a great help in the past. I thought we might need him, but it was powerful hard to break the spell that had come over him. It took me and Catspaw and Pipes altogether to set him free.”
“Yes,” Thomas said. “And even now I feel it a little.
“Aden?” Jennifer looked at him.
“Nothing,” Aden said.
Elsbeth looked at Owien, but Owien shook his head. “I don’t have a king, not with what he did to me and my mother. Sir Barth is my master, and he is going to teach me to be a knight, and I’ll be a good one, I will.” Everyone smiled, but this felt like serious business.
“Come inside,” Brianna said. “We can talk just as well when we are comfortable.” She took Bartholomew’s arm and brought him to the house, the others following.
Elsbeth nudged Margueritte and whispered. “Maybe now the rest of us can get some adventure.”
Margueritte shook her head. “I don’t know what is going on, but I don’t think this is a good thing.”
The free Franks came in all evening as their Breton serfs and servants deserted their homes. Some Franks came all the way up from the south mark.
“I don’t know what to make of it.” Sir Morton, Baron Bernard’s former Master at Arms spoke for the southerners.
“I don’t know why Giscard should not be here. Morton came,” Barth responded and patted Morton on the shoulder.
“Unless he has the men fortifying the Manor house,” Peppin responded.
“Yes, I thought of that.” Barth shook his head. Morton looked like he had not thought of that. “It doesn’t look good.”
“Some Breton haven’t been taken in by the spell,” Morton said, changing the subject. Besides Thomas and Father Aden, Andrew and James-John remained.
“And all committed Christians,” Aden pointed out and Brianna agreed.
“But I don’t know what that means,” Brianna added.
“Peppin. Send two men up to the north March and see what is happening at Curdwallah’s old place.” Bartholomew ordered, just before Margueritte, Elsbeth, and Maven began to bring in the food. Marta had gone with the Potter and her baby.
“I apologize for the poor fixings, my lady,” Maven spoke to Brianna.
“Don’t,” Brianna said. “In fact, let me help.”
“Me, too,” Jennifer said, though she held her baby so her hands were already occupied. The truth was she remained uncomfortable around large groups of humans, especially when many of them were strangers.
Once outside, Brianna immediately turned to her daughter. “Margueritte, could you call to Goldenrod? Maybe she would know something.”
“Doubt it.” Grimly came up from where he had been hiding out back with Owien and Redux the blacksmith.
Margueritte looked hard at Grimly. “I already tried,” Margueritte said. “It’s like she can’t hear me or something.” Margueritte shook her head. “But maybe,” she had a thought. “Lady LeFleur! Your majesty, I need you.” She put every ounce into the call that she could muster. The Lady came, but she came like a bad piece of film at first, no more than a flickering image. “Lady LeFleur!” Margueritte called again, and the fairy became like a ghost before she solidified, ever so slowly. She took a deep breath as soon as she fully manifested, and that was just when Father Aden, Thomas, Barth, Peppin, and Morton came out the back door.
“Oops.” Grimly quickly went invisible.
Lady LeFleur, however, stayed visible, for a moment in fairy form before she got big. She looked fairy beautiful. Aden stood beside Jennifer and stared. Peppin and Thomas went to one knee. Morton looked afraid and wanted to run, but his feet felt planted like lead. Barth spoke right up.
“Maybe now we can find out what is going on,” he said and put his hands together.