The Way Home - Chapter Five

     All four men had thankfully survived the ordeal with some severe bruising, but no broken bones. There was relief all round with the quick thinking of Richard helping enormously. Several large poles were found in the vicinity and used as levers to ease the heavy timbers upwards; enough to drag their trapped legs free, the pain subsiding eventually.
     After the long struggle accompanying Prince Edward, he at last led them into breaching the south wall of Kenilworth Castle. Richard and his entourage were reluctant to help, but it was of necessity to them being pardoned for their part in the rebellion at Evesham, over a year ago. Within each man that needed to swear his allegiance to the King, it was a deeply humiliating experience and it went against their original loyalties to Simon de Montfort. They still mourned his loss.
     Nonetheless, they each felt they had proved their worth, one way or another. They had not wanted to assist the Prince or indeed King Henry III, but their futures were at stake. They looked forward to returning to their homes, their duty to the King paid in full, or so they thought.
     Edward's men had captured the causeway, then the garrison was forced back. Eventually after moving the siege engines gathering momentum, the inner bailey was under attack. The defenders, led by Henry de Hastings, after holding out for months, finally lost their strength with many falling to disease and running out of food, resulting in loss of power when they came under fire. Ladders were employed and no further resistance came from within, the garrison being forced to surrender. Robert de Vere, Earl of Oxford, being knighted by Simon de Montfort, held out hope Simon's son, also named Simon would return from France to break the siege. But it was not to be. It was almost over.
     Harsh terms were applied by the King to the remaining survivors, much to the dismay of Prince Edward. He was not in agreement with his father and they had openly quarreled. Edward was temporarily in disgrace, much to the amusement of Richard and all the men accompanying him. Henry eventually backed down, not wanting a mutiny on his hands.
     Finally after the resistance being difficult to crush, the remainder of rebels accepted the Dictum of Kenilworth, they were offered the right to buy back their forfeited estates at a price according to their level of involvement in the rebellion. Terms were accepted and around mid December they surrendered.  
     Henry eventually granted the castle to his younger son Edmund, Earl of Lancaster, together with the rest of de Montfort's land and titles.
     William, John and Simon and one other, had escaped the tragedy of losing a leg or two when dragged out from a carelessly moved siege engine, or worse still - their lives. They were more than grateful for the quick thinking of Richard, who more than owed them for their help, being responsible for the release of his wife after her abduction. It was the least he could do. They had formed a close association while at Kenilworth, and it was now time to head home.
     They were all about to mount their horses, when they had a summons from the King. Their presence was requested immediately. The men looked at one another, their faces turning from expectation of returning home, to indignation.
     'Now, what could he possibly want with us?' John's penetrating dark eyes looked at Richard, his expression becoming defiant, exasperation rising from the pit of his stomach.
     Richard was puzzled, as were the other men, but a summons from the King was not to be ignored. To do so would be foolhardy.'I was aware we had fulfilled our duty,' he muttered almost to himself.
     Simon, the youngest at twenty five replied, 'perhaps his mood is still dark after the confrontation he had with Prince Edward, over the matter of  the harsh terms he set out originally for the rebels; still barely existing within the Castle, poor devils.'
     'Well I'd like to confront him, but it wouldn't be about buying back my land at an exorbitant amount!' William handed his reins to a young squire, his eyebrows almost meeting in a deep frown, mood foreboding.
     Richard was about to laugh at the jest, but suddenly turned to face William. 'Perhaps that is exactly what he intends...'
     'God's bones, you are not serious I hope Richard?' Simon's outburst reflected what they were all starting to believe.
     'I hope not either...'
     'Well, we're about to find out,' John intervened, his impatience evident, tolerance fast running out. 
     The other men were now fully dismounted. With a certain amount of trepidation, they began the long walk to face the King; they hoped for one last time.
     'We had better waste no time. Whatever he wants, I hope it doesn't prevent our planned journey home. I have a young wife waiting and it's almost the Christmas season. But I don't somehow feel like celebrating at the moment.' Richard strode on, grim-faced, the three men closely behind him. They fell silent, each with his own thoughts, a steady cold rain starting to fall. Around them, puddles quickly formed upon the uneven ground. A misty gloom settled over them and it wasn't only the weather.
     Eventually they arrived at where the King was to be found, a large entourage around him, making calculations, men busy writing with quills, continually dipping them in dark ink. They were ushered to a small outer area to await his command, taking what seemed like hours before they finally went before King Henry III of England.
     To their horror, a special agreement had been drawn up, which at first sounded as if they were still not free men. The king's face was bland, almost tense, difficult to read. The four men were to learn that they had been partially pardoned for one further year and if, after that year they had abided by the full terms of this new agreement, they would be granted a full pardon. If not, they risked losing any land they owned for their entire lifetime.
     The four men stood with hands clenched, eyes narrowed and it was as well their swords had been temporarily confiscated, as they might have been tempted to use theme. Before they were free to go, they were required to kneel before the king and swear their allegiance to him a second time; a last humiliation the four men were loathe to do, gritting their teeth, but a necessity nonetheless.  
     Eventually they were free to return home, each man seething deep down at the further punishment inflicted on them. They had acquitted themselves well they thought, but Henry, in his usual way, had other ideas and would continue making them pay for their part at Evesham, supporting Simon de Montfort and the rebel Barons, resulting in Simon's untimely death.
     Rain had eased when they were mounted, ready to travel the long journey home. All the men bar one, who had originally set out with Richard, were thankfully able to join him. A stray arrow had unfortunately embedded itself between the ribs of Thomas, a young man from his estate, piecing his heart. He died instantly not suffering a prolonged agony. Richard was sad for his loss, as would be his family.
     He gripped the reins, turning his horse Bedwyr to face the men, and gave the command to head in a southerly direction. His thoughts turned to Katherine, his young pregnant wife; he was anxious to see her again, hoping she had remained well during his absence. Katherine's health was important to him and her ability to give him more children in the future. The first one could be difficult, but he had every faith in his wife to carry the child to its full term and give birth without too much pain. He cared for her a great deal.

     In his absence, Katherine tried to remain resolute, often conferring with Martha, their housekeeper about the running of the manor. She was still young and learning fast.
     Other matters were left to Henry, Richard's steward, who carried out his duties with impeccable care and attention to detail - until one day without warning, while he rode the perimeter of the estate, a heavy branch suddenly cracked and fell in a strong gust of wind, catching him on the arm, breaking it. He was annoyed at the inconvenience, and somehow managed to return with it tucked into his tunic. The pain was severe, putting him briefly out of action. His muscular arms and body from all the physical work he undertook, thankfully stood him in good stead to cope. Upon return, it was attended to by Martha. She had seen several broken bones in her day, knowing how to splint and bind them.
    
     Richard and company were only one day out from Kenilworth, the air sharp with frost, roads prone to ice. They had to take care over any frozen ground they were likely to encounter. It was hard going for the horses if they increased their pace too suddenly, as legs could be damaged on the ice. Clouds of hot air from their breath wafted momentarily through the air, then disappeared. Long periods of cantering left the horses sweating at the end of it, the air growing even colder as the sun dipped early. They had a good rub down by the grooms and young Hugh was busy with his chores. He had a natural ability with horses and Richard was pleased with him. It was a last minute decision to take him with them, proving to be a good one. Hugh was growing fast and big for his age, with a good head on his young shoulders. 
     The following day they were passing through a darkened woodland, as threatening low clouds hung overhead. They were strung out along a narrow track, deciding to rest the horses briefly, watering them in a stream. A weak sun briefly cast long shadows around them. Hugh, always alert and keen to please, disappeared into thick undergrowth nearby to relieve himself. While there he thought he heard a sharp crack coming from between some nearby trees, sounding like a twig breaking underfoot. At that moment there was a faint glint of light that flickered from what could be a weapon. He cried out alarming the others, seeing riders emerging from the trees to their right and bounded out from where he stood. 
     'Sir, look...!' At the same time, several of the men noticed where he pointed, and to their dismay, were about to be set upon by what looked like bandits. Instantly swords were drawn from scabbards as they prepared to defend themselves. Immediately the sound of steel on steel echoed through the trees, shouts went up as they parried blow for blow. Luckily they were not outnumbered, but these ruffians were fierce.  Most of the men with Richard had remained fit and strong, their sword arms constantly exercised so they were always ready for anything unforeseen. The men sliced and cut, breathing hard. Although the bandits were ruthless, they were not able to overwhelm with their sword skills. Richard caught glimpses of William and John close-by dealing their usual efficiency. An arm was severed, blood flowing, soaking the ground as William took charge of the man threatening him. He screamed out, backing away. Simon gritted his teeth, letting out a cry as the hilt of a sword was thrust into his stomach, but he held on, catching his opponent by surprise with steely determination. He rose quickly regaining his balance, the tip of his sword plunging into the throat of his attacker. Blood bubbled up as the man was forced back, Simon finishing him off with one last thrust.
     They all fought well, not pausing for breath until all the bandits were dealt harsh blows, the air cold and steaming with their heavy breathing. Several of the attackers were badly maimed and simply gave up, retreating back through the trees, two were missing a hand or limb, unable to continue. Blood seeped into the cold ground beneath their feet. As Richard fought, his sword was momentarily knocked out of his hand, falling at the feet of young Hugh, who immediately retrieved it, handing it hilt first back to Richard. It was just in time as his opponent came at him viciously. Richard was able to fend him off, landing a heavy blow to the man's sword arm, rendering him defenseless. 
     Soon it was all over and the men were able to breathe more freely. None of them had been badly hurt. A few had torn clothing and bruises to contend with. They had survived the mauling well, until Richard looked down and noticed blood dripping from under his sleeve. Hugh noticed it, 'my lord, you are hurt!'
     'I don't expect it's anything to worry about,' replied Richard. 'Only a nick I should think.' But it started to hurt. Simon was immediately on hand and he and John helped remove Richard's torn outer clothing.
     'It's more than a nick by the looks of it.' John was not squeamish as he looked at the arm. A flap of skin was hanging down, the flesh wound deep. 'Really should be stitched,' he added.
     Richard was a little pale by now with loss of blood, but his resolute strong. 'Well we haven't the resources here and will have to make do. It can be bound up until we reach home. Rather unfortunate to happen now,' he grumbled.
     Simon had found some cloth in a saddlebag and tore it into strips. 'Let's hope this will see you safely home. It must be kept clean.'
     'What do you know about that?' retorted William.
     'I was taught it when young.' Simon felt he had to defend his remark, a little indignant. 'We had a housekeeper who told me when I was constantly getting into scrapes.'
     John joined in. 'I can imagine that,' he said with a grin. Simon let it ride and finished bandaging Richard's arm. He looked over to Hugh and smiled at him. 'You were brave to do what you did and probably saved my life. I thank you for that.' Hugh's colour changed, his face becoming flushed. 'It was nothing my lord,' he mumbled, looking down at his feet.
     Soon they were on their way home again, after gathering any spare horses in their midst, hoping nothing further would delay them. They were relatively unscathed after all that had happened.
     The weather remained cold and bleak, a little snow beginning to fall toward the end of their journey. It wasn't long before it covered their path in front, softly falling through the air in large flakes. They huddled beneath mantles and cloaks, drawing them closer as the weather grew colder. The horses were tiring. Then after weeks away, they were finally home.
     Richard eased himself off Bedwyr, who had served him well. He handed the reins to Hugh with a tired smile of satisfaction in the young man. He had proved a loyal asset to them.
     The front door opened and his lovely wife Katherine was there to welcome him home, her face aglow when she set eyes on her husband, relieved and delighted he had returned home safely.

    

Winter begins as Autumn ends

Canopy of leaves hang high
Arching boughs bending down
To lie on earthy sodden ground
Soft the wind soon to sigh.

Alas autumn's glory fades
Upon the lake shivering surface
Ducks drift with quiet purpose
Oh season lost are thy shades.

The lake so yellow steely bright
Its reflections will the senses
Wallow gently here no fences
Deeply depths float endless light.

Golden glowing Ginkgo drifts
Across shimmering water covering
Its beauty wanders hovering
Laying still yet soon to shift.

Cloudburst o'er the lake so calm
Rain seeps through dripping song
Overhanging on golden pond
Winter's presence be like a psalm.

Gathering force it blows few leaves
Quivering left soon to die
Away to float on breath and lie
Damp and dank listening breeze.

Lovely autumn hues now fade
Into shadows darkening deeply
Only a memory with winter steeling
Gone your season's rustic shade.

Force of winter fiercely flowing
Through the foggy fitful day
Into nights will have its way
Sharp the frost its fingers glowing.

Longer nights length of shadows
Days grow short increasing cold
Winter winds its presence bold
Come the spring swift as arrows.

During the long siege - Chapter Four

     When all was not well at Kenilworth Castle, with Henry III, together with his two sons Prince Edward and Prince Edmund persistently, unrelentingly besieging the firm structure built to defend against its foes, the Baronial forces were trying to hold out from within. But still the siege continued.
     It was a very different matter with the three abductors, who had daringly made off with Richard's wife of only a matter of weeks. When they had been approached with all the necessary stealth at day's end, were taken by surprise, and quickly, efficiently, dealt with by William, John and Simon, their swords running through, maiming and finally killing all three. Richard had deeply regretted not carrying his sword at the time of meeting them on the road, but assisted all he could with only his dagger at hand.
     He had fortunately met up with his father-in-law's retainers who, together with Richard, lost no time in tracking down the dangerous abductors. 
     All it had taken was a little forethought and careful maneuvering, when the three ruthless men appeared outside their hovel where his wife was being held against her will. Their motive most likely, was a goodly ransom, to gather further funds by which they could live. 
     But their plans were thwarted when Richard and the three adequately armed men, overcame them in a brief scuffle, ending in all three being killed from whence they stood. There was no blood bath, no long wait or necessary siege. William, John and Simon were well trained, fit, their sword arms flashing as in battle, dealing accordingly, swiftly, with these men. They all lay dead close to the doorway, their bodies left for the birds to pick at, or animals to slowly eat away at their flesh. Taking them by surprise had proved successful, much to the relief of Richard. Freeing his wife was paramount in his mind that day, no matter what it took. 
     On the return journey home, he felt strongly protective of Katherine because of her condition. She was in the early stage of her first pregnancy and never felt more alive and well than she did now. He wanted her to ride in a comfortable litter, but she was enjoying possibly the last warmth autumn had to offer, her face glowing, an exhilaration of being free again, after her worrying and brutal captivity. It had been so sudden, shocking her deeply. 
     The trees were vivid in colours of deep gold, turning rustic red and brown. No, she would have none of it, preferring to ride her new palfrey, than in a litter. At first, Richard was reluctant to agree, then saw fit in allowing her, as the distance wasn't great and they could take their time. He noticed how relieved his wife looked, relishing in her new-found freedom. Deep down he did too, although still bearing a strong sense of guilt plaguing his conscious for not seeing to her careful protection, allowing her, even briefly, to stroll unescorted beside the river as he did. 
     They passed through a woodland, pine needles crushed beneath their horse's hooves, resulting in a pungent smell intoxicating Katherine as she breathed in its earthiness. She loved being outdoors, particularly on days like this when the sun shone with no rain in sight, the clouds above were as allusive as foxes at noonday. All five men seemed more relaxed, Edmund accompanying Richard and Katherine all the way home.
     William and company had left them at a fork in the road, returning to Katherine's father's place. Richard would remember to reward them for their efficiency, in helping him free his wife. He had already made a mental note.
     They had been travelling for some distance and soon the welcome sight of the manor house was in their midst. Never was Katherine more relieved to see their home, her home now. Richard had kept a close eye on her during their return journey, constantly glancing over to where she rode beside him. He was conscious he may be taking a risk, but trusting in his wife assuring him that she was feeling in the peak of health, confident there was no danger to the growing child she now carried. She had had discussions about it with Martha the housekeeper, unbeknown to him. It was early in her pregnancy and a quiet walk home he considered, was not threatening. Although Richard still felt concerned for her well being. 
     Hugh, their young stable boy, greeted them with a wide smile on his young face. Edmund was quick to dismount, though his old bones were somewhat jarred, a stiffness in his legs. He offered to help Katherine off her palfrey, after she gave it a thankful pat on his neck. She had called him Fidelis, as she was finding the Latin word fitted his nature well. But Richard was there, smiling up at his wife. He handed the reins to Edmund, thanking him for his diligence. Hugh stepped forward to lend a hand. He was given two of the horses to attend to, leading them toward the stables for a good rub down and some food. They had deserved it.
     Katherine's blue eyes flashed a warm smile at her husband as he helped her dismount. Her fair hair by now, completely unbound and she tried in vain to tidy it, her face flushed from the fresh air and Richard was never more admiring of her beauty. She almost lost her footing as they reached solid ground again, not realizing how weary she felt.
     'You look tired my dearest wife.'
     'Indeed I am my lord, but it feels good to be home once again.' Katherine winced slightly to herself, not wishing to worry her husband. 
     Their arrival home was greeted by Martha and their small staff who had heard their approach from afar and waited to welcome the mistress home. She beamed a smile and bobbed a quick curtsy to her new mistress and the master. Richard acknowledged their welcome and was keen to usher Katherine indoors, for some much needed rest with a little spoiling. Clean sheets were placed on the bed and hot water brought to their room. Katherine delighted in what seemed like a luxury after her ordeal. 
     It didn't take long for her to embellish the comforts of home once more. A fire remained burning in their room with candles lighting the intimate supper they shared. Katherine was pleased her husband consented, as all she wished now, was to hear the crackle of the wood burning in the fire place, Richard's soft voice resonating in her veins and a little home cooked food. So blissful did she feel after consuming some roasted meat, a small loaf still warm from the oven, a little cheese and the last of some fruit the cook had cleverly stewed, tasting delicious. She sipped the last of her wine, then yawned behind her hand, stretched luxuriously and smiled sleepily at her husband.
     'You must get some much needed rest soon. It's good to see you have a healthy appetite.'
     'Well, I am eating for two.' She looked out from under her lashes with a contented smile.
     'Yes you are and how that pleases me. I fully intend taking the utmost care of you throughout your confinement. No more wandering off unescorted.' He half grimaced to himself feeling the weight of guilt still upon his shoulders.
     'I am feeling very well my lord. As yet no after affects from my ordeal. I believe some ladies in my state are quite ill, particularly at the beginning of their pregnancies. It's early days yet, but long may it continue.' Katherine drew even closer to Richard as they sat gazing at the warmth and gentle flames emitting from the slow burning logs.
     Richard was tempted to put his arm around her shoulder, but thought differently this time.
     'You must sleep now my love. There has been enough excitement recently to last a lifetime.' He gently helped her up and together they made ready for bed. This was one time the servants were omitted. Richard would see to her needs himself. He too, felt the weight of the past two days.
     Many weeks of blissful existence were enjoyed by the couple. But it didn't last long.
     Just as Richard was thinking all was right with the world in their safe existence, there came a rider approaching through the front gates into the courtyard, a cloud of dust in his wake, bringing his horse to an abrupt halt near the stables. His clothes were splattered with dust and mud, face taught with what appeared at first glance to be something of great importance.
     As soon as Richard had seen him not far distant, he sensed something was wrong and hurried to the door and was quickly down the few steps leading to the courtyard, a worried look on his face. Walking to where the rider had already dismounted, he approached him cautiously.
     The young man immediately drew his hand from inside his clothing. Handing over what looked to be a formal message carrying a seal, Richard took it standing back, feeling his stomach churning. He briefly thanked the rider, directing him to the kitchen where he be rewarded with something to eat and drink. If it was necessary for him to return that same day from where he had ridden so hard, he would see to it that he and his horse were rested first.
     Walking back through the front door, Katherine met him, noticing the grave look on Richard's face.
     'What is it my love, you look worried? Who was it had ridden in just now?'
     'A messenger of some sort, and I've bidden him to the kitchen for refreshment before he returns. From where, I'm about to find out.' Richard walked through into the a corner of the hall where a trestle table stood close to the wall. He remained standing, sighed deeply, breaking the seal, then read.
     Katherine looked up, waited, seeing the colour in her husband's face drain. 'What is it Richard? Who is it from?'
     He lowered the message, not able to answer immediately. His breathing had become shallow. He turned and looked at his young wife. 'I've been summoned...'
     Before he could finish, Katherine had become anxious. 'Summoned? Where Richard? I don't understand. What does this mean?'
     'The King has requested...'
     'The King?' interrupted Katherine. She could not contain herself any longer. 'What would the King want with you...?'
     'Evidently the siege at Kenilworth has not been going well and he needs further support. It has dragged on for too long.'
     Katherine continued with her questioning. 'But you are not his sworn man. You fought against him at Evesham.' She was now starting to realize the enormity of what her husband was saying.
     'Yes, that is so, but it seems I cannot ignore this, for if I do, it will forever go against me. The King must be obeyed. I know not why this has happened, but no doubt it will mean leaving here within a day or two, maybe three. As many men as possible will be ordered to accompany me, and your father's retainers also.'
     Katherine was momentarily frantic. Her stomach churning, she looked hopefully at Richard. 'But how long will you be away? What about the baby?' Tears were not far off as she fought them back. She knew her husband would want her to remain poised, confident, a wife who would not cling. Although she was still young, Katherine remained determined to be a dutiful, competent wife.
     She straightened her back, with a resolute mind. 'I'll miss you very much, but if it's an order, then...' She looked down, her hands clenched with worry.
     'I must go my dear. I will make sure you will be well taken care of. Enough staff will remain to run things in my absence. Edmund has enough help and will stay. He is getting on now and will not be expected to accompany me. Martha is experienced and Henry will run the estate. I'm sure I'll be back long before our child is born.'
     'I couldn't bear it if you were not here Richard. Surely you would not be gone that long?' Katherine looked longingly at Richard. Her face pleading, hopeful.
     'No, of course not my love. You'll see, it will all be over with before you know it.' Richard was hoping his words were not straws in the wind. He gathered her hands between his, then drew her to him, kissing her on both cheeks, then her forehead.
     'I do so hope you are right,' Katherine replied, her face against his strong chest. She felt a sudden movement from the baby and stood back, a serene smile on her lovely face. 'I felt him move Richard.' She was sure she was carrying a male heir.
     'That is a good sign indeed!' He was more than delighted that his wife had remained well. It was still not going to be easy to leave her. She took one of his hands and placed it on her now swelling abdomen.
     'Feel him move Richard, the first time I have felt he is alive. Our son and heir.'
     Richard, although delighted, was now thinking of other matters. He kissed the top of her head. 'I must attend to this demand and as soon as possible.' His mood changed as he turned to walk away. Katherine's heart sank, as she tried to comprehend what was happening to their peaceful existence. She must remain resolute, no matter what. It was what was expected of her, but an inner voice cried out for the loss she knew she would feel when Richard departed.
     It wasn't long when all available men were gathered in the courtyard, checking their equipment, weapons and necessary supplies. A buzz went through the men.  Some horses pawing the ground with impatience. It was still very early and a frost had descended during the night with the sun barely risen. Leaves having already fallen were coated in a film of glistening moisture. Winter wasn't far off and Katherine worried inwardly for her husband about to depart on this hazardous journey.
     She looked down from a window to where everyone was assembled, not wishing to appear too anxious, then it was time for them to depart. She hastened toward the courtyard to bid them farewell. It was difficult not to shed tears and Katherine fought them back.
     From the window she had noticed her father's men had joined with Richard. They too, had fought at Evesham. William, John and Simon had backed the rebels, lead by Simon de Montfort and it was a shock when he was killed.
     Her husband had been offered a choice from the King and would be pardoned for his part in the rebellion at Evesham if he swore his allegiance to the King and agreed to support the two princes at Kenilworth. If he disobeyed, he could be disinherited or even labeled a traitor with disastrous consequences. Richard had no choice in the matter. He resigned himself to the fact he would become the King's man if necessary, as he set off in a northerly direction in the company of more than a dozen well armed and equipped men. Most of them were good fighting men and had maintained a level of fitness. William and company would, he thought, be in the same position, having to swear their allegiance to the King.
     Katherine wandered back to the loneliness of the manor house, one hand on her swelling abdomen, a feeling of loss already, an emptiness not yet experienced since her marriage some months ago. It had not taken long to fall pregnant and at least she had the child growing within her to think about. Life will be very different without Richard. She worried what he was getting into, not knowing where and when it would end and he return home. 

     As the men continued north, a feeling of uncertainty gripped them, the air tense, as they rode on covering the ground at a steady pace. Thankfully the weather remained fine but cold and they were able to ride many miles each day.
     Richard learned of the up-to-date progress of the siege so far. At its core, the Baron's war existed from years ago mainly to reign in the extravagant spending of King Henry III.  Much had happened in previous years, and under the Provisions of Oxford, some of the King's power was transferred to a council of Barons. After Simon de Montfort's unfortunate death at Evesham, the rebels were defiant and some had taken refuge in Kenilworth Castle, proving impregnable by the Royal forces.
     Upon arrival, Richard and the men were soon forced into supporting Prince Edward, attacking the inhabitants of the castle from the south, while the King attacked from the north. He found negotiations had broken down, with the rebel's land being seized, the amount to buy them back priced too high as set out in the Dictum of Kenilworth.
     The rebels had refused the harsh terms and the King prepared to take the castle by force. Richard and all the accompanying men were involved with the unenviable task with siege engines. Trebuchets and the like were used to no avail. Even supplies via the lake were thwarted and the siege had been going on too long.
     The men joined Prince Edward and their expertise with a sword was not required. After more time had passed, Edward finally led his men into the breach of the south wall, capturing the causeway as the garrison was forced back. It was not what Richard would have wished on the inhabitants, but he had no choice.
     Suddenly he heard a load cry coming from nearby. He realized with horror, William, Simon and John with one other, had been pinned down severely by one of the siege engines when it was moved. Without a moment's hesitation, he ordered several of his own men to lend a hand to help them and to hell with the consequences. He cared not a fig for what Prince Edward thought, he had to free them.
     Quickly they managed, bit by bit easing their trapped legs out from the heavy timbers, the pain on their whitened faces slowly changing to one of relief. At no time did Richard think it wouldn't be achieved, his own sense of relief apparent as finally the four men were dragged clear. He took stock of the situation, realizing Prince Edward was far too busy to have noticed what had happened. Then he remembered back to when William and company had helped free his wife, and at the time he swore one day to reward them. Perhaps that day had come.
    
    

As in the Stained Glass of a Cathedral.

     Out from under a reddened and golden canopy of nature's autumn, I wandered from one glorious sun-filled haven to another.
     Down a narrow pathway sprinkled with fallen yellow leaves, curving almost jubilantly toward several steps, then gently rising again, widening to find what nature was competent enough to produce, in the earthy-smelling richness of a secret garden - a perfect tree.
     Its cloak of many colours rose up in front of me, halting my progress through the hillside forest of a garden. The tree was more than perfect in my eyes, for it glowed gloriously in the morning sunshine with a spectacular, but quiet brilliance, the colours perfectly evoking that of a magnificent cathedral window of stained glass, its adornment, fit for a king.
     The morning sun filtered its fingers narrowly through the coloured glass of leaves, a gentle breeze blowing, still warm from a summer, reluctant to depart. A whisper of leaves rustled softly, as if subtlety personified, symbolic of a lady's skirt of taffeta, when she quickened, moving gracefully across a room.
     A scattering of birds managed briefly to flit in and out of the upper branches, before departing for the next stained glass window tree.
     But there was none. None measuring up to this towering beauty, perfection in all its glory, the sun continuing to glow golden through its yellow, orange and red leaves. They fluttered breathtakingly, captivating the senses, the spine tingling till it reached the very soul.
     I stood transfixed, admiring this magnificent perfection of nature. Then the sun went behind a passing cloud, as in a glass darkly, the cathedral window was briefly blotted out from the radiance of light.
     Beneath this panoply of exploding colour, the mood of the morning, merged through the leaves with the stealth of a cat hunting a mouse.
     Pausing further, for I could not leave yet, the stained glass conformity of colours, glowed deeper as the sun was perfectly positioned to admonish this awe inspiring window with brilliant, mesmerizing light. Its leaves glistened and shivered with warmth into the morning cathedral, curious and yet captivating, satisfying and almost sensual with loveliness. It was magical, almost mystical.
     The splendour continued while I stood almost breathing it in, with its rich hues of gold, orange and red. Some leaves were almost brown, but several still remaining green. The sky creeping through tiny gaps creating a kaleidoscope, quietly depicted the vastness of glorified light constantly passing through my cathedral window, as would be skillfully crafted in the age old tradition, capturing nature's dance of radiance, form and colour into the vastness beyond.
     Gazing into the midst of the tree, it was fashioned with a rare intricacy that only nature could produce. Each small 'window' appeared to be placed in its correct order, according to who or what had created it, with perfect placement of shapes and colours. It may have grown from a tiny seed, or a small sapling, but who had planted it and why? Did they realize its enormity and beauty in future years? Had they the forethought at the time? As in the skilled craftsman designing and crafting the leaded surrounded window pieces gracing a stunning cathedral, so too was this tree planted for a soul purpose.
     Suddenly, as if on queue, a shaft of strong sunlight pierced through the canopy of leaves and onto the tips bending down at the end of a large branch. It enhanced them with a depth of gilded glory, of a magnificence unsurpassed, against the dark background of nearby trees, rendering them in a glimpse of sheer and utter fulfillment. As in the past I had experienced shafts of light glinting through stained glass windows of a cathedral, alighting deeply within the interior onto the floor or religious statue, so too did this sight remind me of those rare moments. The light would reflect through the various colours falling into pattern or shapes upon the inner sanctum. A rewarding, stunning sight.
     My day was complete.
     As shadows slowly crept across the tree trunk and I had had my fill, it was time to move on. Reluctantly, looking over my shoulder for one last captivating glance, I left that perfect tree, the one that resembled the beauty as in the stained glass of a cathedral.

Into the Breach - Chapter Three

     Richard's horse Bedwyr, lathered with sweat, galloped full pace along a narrow track leading through a thick clump of trees. Clods of mud flew up from his flying footprints, hitting Richard on his face, body and legs as rain began to fall, softly at first, becoming steadily more menacing. Richard's vision was impaired as each precious minute slipped by, but frantically he rode on, there was no choice.
     Branches swept across his path as he wound his way carefully through some trees, hoping desperately he was heading in the right direction; it was vital he caught up with the three men who had abducted his pregnant young wife Katherine.
     Richard wasn't sure if they were marauding mercenaries, or three desperate men on the run in need of further funds, but he knew it was imperative they were caught. Katherine's life and that of his unborn child were at stake. She had been entrusted into his care by her father, when Richard took her to wife. He loved her dearly and his only task now was for her rescue, her safe return. That was all he could think of at the moment, his sense of guilt almost overwhelming. He pressed on regardless, his thoughts muddled, confused, he was momentarily unable to think clearly.  
     Somehow the three men had discovered Katherine's lone whereabouts during the short time she left Richard to stroll a little further along the riverbank from where he was sitting. He had worried at the time for her safety, but allowed her to go alone, unescorted. He deeply regretted his senseless act of folly and stupidity.
    
     Earlier, Richard's groom Edmund, was ordered to return to the manor house with Katherine's horse, as Richard felt it may impede his pursuit of the three abductors. He wasn't sure if this was the right decision, but he needed to continue without any further hesitation. Each moment was crucial.
 
     There had been talk locally of dangerous marauders some distance away, on the other side of the river. Never did it occur to Richard they would be so close-by. He had allowed Katherine to walk alone, even briefly and now was chastising himself for such a careless decision. Oh how he regretted it. 
     As he and Bedwyr moved swiftly over countryside, not too difficult for maintaining a steady pace, his mind was racing as to what would happen if he caught up with the three abductors. Taking them all on at once would not be easy. All that accompanied him was a dagger, his sword being left at home - another inexcusable decision.
     They were obviously desperate men, their motive for the abduction as yet unclear, was sure to be a large ransom for the safe return of his wife. Richard tried to reason with himself, feeling his breathing rapid, chest tight. He was still not certain if he was heading in the right direction. 
     He slowed Bedwyr's pace briefly, noticing fresh hoof prints in front and the direction they were going.  He had run into some rain, softening the ground beneath, making it easier to see that several horses had passed over it recently.
     A feeling of panic gripped Richard, as sweat trickled down his chest and back, although the weather was cool after the rain. 
     His horse, while frothing at the mouth, chest lathered, was up to the job and Richard felt grateful to the animal, knowing Bedwyr was pushed to his limits.
     As he continued, his mind remained muddled. He knew Katherine's safety was all that mattered and he needed to start thinking clearly in order to help her. 
     He followed the prints that took him over a large rounded hill, dropping down to a small valley. Up ahead a stream flowed between fields, and he hoped the three horsemen hadn't crossed it. It was necessary to keep a sharp eye open for their tracks. If they had crossed the stream, Richard knew he may lose evidence of their direction, making them difficult to follow.
 
     Meanwhile, Edmund had set off toward the manor house. Although getting old, he had a wise head on his shoulders, often pre-empting what Richard required of him and now realizing the importance of trying to assist him.
     After leaving a pathway, Edmund reached the brow of a hill and suddenly sighted three riders coming toward him from out of some trees. He reigned in, slowing the horses to a more sedate pace. He was thankful Katherine's horse was easy to lead.  
     In the past he had known and briefly met, some of Katherine's father's retainers, thinking that it was them approaching him at a canter. 
     As they grew closer, Edmund recognized the oldest. William was in his late forties, still with a good head of flaxen hair that almost flowed to his powerful shoulders. His trimmed beard was similar, although flecked with grey. The summer had turned his hair like ripened corn. 
     On his right rode John, a thirty two year old man known to be adept with a sword. His dark brown eyes were penetrating, hair trimmed shorter, his face set with determination.
     To William's left, Simon, the youngest at twenty five summer's old, was also an accomplished swordsman - in fact all three men were well known for their fighting skills, having survived the Battle of Evesham, exuding great prowess.
     An idea came to Edmund.
     As the three men approached, they slowed to a trot, reigning in their animals as Edmund indicated he wished to communicate with them; time was of the essence. 
     'Greetings gentlemen!' Edmund continued nervously, not relishing his news he needed to relate. 'I'm afraid something dreadful and unforeseen has happened. My lady, Richard's wife Katherine, has been abducted by three ruthless men. We were beside the river not too far from here and she happened to wander off a short distance...'
     Before he got any further, the three men were immediately alerted to the dangerous situation in which Katherine had been placed. William turned briefly in his saddle, staring at Edmund with utter amazement. He realized the importance of her safe return and not only that, her father would be frantic with worry if he knew.
     'She what...?' William's shocked face made Edmund feel very nervous. His next words were difficult to impart, coming almost as a whisper.
     Edmund stuttered, 'I...,I had been ordered to return to the...'
     'Do you know from which direction they had appeared?' William was becoming increasingly anxious - every passing moment crucial.
     Edmund, although flustered, tried to describe where they had been beside the river and the direction from which the three men approached.
     William was very familiar with the area, having been brought up nearby, but pressed Edmund for more information. 
     Edmund continued, 'Sir, if it would not be too much of an imposition, my lord Richard took off at a gallop after the three men and...'
     'Yes, yes,' spluttered William, 'we need to find her as quickly as possible. Are you capable of riding with us? It'll be necessary to keep up. Is that horse you have in tow up to the pace do you think?'
     'Yes sir,' remarked Edmund, feeling slightly more confident within himself. 
     'In that case, follow us - we might need you.'
     All four men set off in the direction Edmund indicated. There was not a moment to lose. The rain had eased, before it ceased altogether. Patches of blue sky lit the early afternoon with broken shadows cast across the track in their midst from nearby trees. Slate-grey clouds remained above in thick clumps, scudding above the autumn scene around them. 
     They quickened their pace still further, horses pushed to their limits, ears pricked and alert, galloped onwards. The men sitting deep into their saddles, earnestly looked ahead for any evidence of the three abductors.
     After a few miles they came upon a small village set back off the main track, smoke rising in coils above rustic rooftops.
     A child was playing with clumps of what looked like mud beside a puddle. He gazed up with alarm through dark strands of damp hair, as the four men approached.
     William drew up alongside the boy, a youth of about nine or ten year's old.
     'Don't be frightened lad, we are not here to harm you, but have you seen three men with a lady passing recently. They are dangerous, ruthless men and we need to catch up with them as soon as possible?'
     The boy hesitated a few moments, not sure if it was safe to be in the midst of these four riders. He looked up again, realizing the importance of his answer.
     'Why yes...yes sir. I think the men you seek passed by not too long ago. They seemed in a hurry for some reason.'
     'Thank you lad. Now tell me, in which direction did they go?'
     'I...!'
     William pressed the boy as carefully as he could, knowing his shyness was not helping.
     'Think lad, it's vitally important. The lady's life is at stake! Which way did they go?'
     The boy pushed a lock of dark hair from his eyes, smearing more dirt onto his flushed cheeks, looking unsure at first. Then, with a forefinger outstretched, indicated the direction in which they should go.
     'Good lad! Thank you. You've done well!'
     William tossed a small coin at the boy's feet, and together all four men took off at a fast canter, before increasing their speed. Their horses were still keen, answering to the pressure of the men's legs placed around their girths. 
     Edmund managed to keep a steady pace with Katherine's palfrey in tow, a few strides behind the three men. He was eager to help in any way possible.
     William, John and Simon, together with Edmund, skirted a hill, the sun returning briefly from behind a large blue-grey cloud that remained ominous.
     The surrounding countryside was momentarily bathed in soft autumn sunlight, dappled with golden splendor, flooding across the narrow pathway ahead. Many leaves had already fallen, adding a soft carpet of colour which danced when the wind blew.
     Suddenly, all four men noticed another rider galloping fast to their right, heading roughly in the same direction as was William's intention. William immediately recognized Richard and summoned for him to slow, in order that he may join them.
     Richard glanced briefly to his left, seeing Edmund and the three men who were his father-in-law's retainers approaching. He swung his horse in their direction. 

     As Katherine strolled alone beside the river, a short distance from where her husband Richard sat waiting for her return, she thought of the forthcoming birth of their first child. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine, before hearing a rustle in the undergrowth, startling her. She turned quickly, seeing three men approaching on horseback from out of some trees.
     Katherine looked around quickly, realizing how vulnerable she was, trying to appear invisible to the oncoming riders, but failing dismally. They looked very threatening to her, knowing immediately there was nowhere to hide - nowhere she could run to escape. She was trapped. If she screamed, there was every chance she wouldn't be heard by Richard nor Edmund. She suddenly felt very afraid in the pit of her stomach, succumbing to the inevitability of whatever these fearsome looking men might have in mind.
     She tried to prepare herself for what was to come, unsure as to their motive, beginning to shake with fear.
     As they approached her, sliding quickly from their saddles, the largest man swaggered toward her, ordering the youngest of them to hold their horses. He was a smaller version of the dark haired man, obviously a brother, who leered menacingly at Katherine.
     The large, dark haired man had an ugly scar running from his right eye, reaching down to under the chin, intimidating Katherine when he glanced in her direction. His clothes were dirty, hair shoulder length tied back with a leather strip, unclean and greasy.
     He sauntered over to where Katherine huddled at the base of a large beech tree, a nasty grin on his face.
     'Now what have we here, eh?' His grin widened, showing black teeth at the front. Katherine felt more nervous than she'd ever experienced in her life.
     The man reached out trying to paw her below the neck, but she looked away, her head held high with determination, as the man chucked her under the chin, laughing to his accomplices.
     'Not bad, not bad at all! Quite a package I would think, and may even fetch a goodly sum judging by her clothes. Might even be a ransom in it if we're lucky. What do you think gentlemen? Shall we invite her to accompany us?'
     The other two men, one a big burly man with red untidy hair, clothes scruffy, his skin pock-marked and blotchy, gave off sounds Katherine didn't like the sound of.
     'No, no, no..., I won't let you!' Katherine felt highly intimidated by their manner, trying not to show it, but finding it difficult. 
     'No! the lady says.' The man with the scar laughed again, briefly turning to the other two men. 'We'll see about that, won't we gentlemen?'
     'Yeah...we will!' agreed the red haired man, taking a step toward her. 'We'll take non of 'er nonsense neither!' 
     Katherine was led firmly by the wrist, to where an awaiting horse was pawing the ground. She was lifted up into the saddle, held firmly in front by the red headed man, much to her disgust. He signaled to the others to set off - where, Katherine knew not, but she was firmly warned that if she tried anything, she would be gagged, with hands and feet bound. 
     The thought of never seeing Richard again terrified her and most of all, she worried about the unborn infant growing within her.

     Richard joined William, John, Simon and Edmund, and together they set off in the direction William was sure, would lead them to where they might find the men holding Katherine.
     They had since learned there were three men to deal with, and by now, feeling more confident in their search. Although Richard only bore his dagger, the others were equipped with swords, for now safely tucked into scabbards.
     They picked up the pace feeling certain they weren't too far behind the abductors, covering the ground beneath them swiftly, saving their horses from undue stress at this stage.
     The weather remained dry, but not for long, as in front, rain-clouds gathered once again. Fresh hoof prints had been spotted further back and more than one, giving each man hope.
     As more rain began to fall, all four men reigned in their horses briefly, to devise a plan. Also, it was a mutual decision to press on, as night wasn't far away.
    
     Katherine felt stifled and sick to her stomach riding in front of the red headed abductor, who held her around the waist with one arm, the other on the reins.
     Soon they arrived in a tiny hamlet with hardly a soul to be seen. The three men quickly dismounted by a tumbled down, abandoned looking building, resembling that of a cow byre.
     Katherine was man-handled off the horse by the red headed man, seeming to grunt rather than utter any coherent words.
     She was lead to a small doorway through which was one large room, sectioned off crudely, smelling strongly of animals. It made her stomach heave. The whole place appeared remote, on the edge of nowhere in particular.
     How would Richard ever find her in this Godforsaken place?
     Her spirits were low, as she was nudged rudely to one end of a vaguely screened off area from where the three men sat, muttering in low tones, so she couldn't hear.
     As she looked around her in the late afternoon light, she noticed she had lost a shoe, probably while on the horse, as the men had paused a short time to eat some stale bread and hard cheese. They had offered her some, but she refused. No doubt the shoe was gone for good. She resigned herself to the fact. 
     Sighing, she spotted a low, straw-filled pallet which would be alive with lice, assuming this is where she was to sleep. She shivered with nerves, trying to gather her thoughts as to what to do now.
     Close to the pallet was a wooden box on which stood a crudely made jug, filled with water she hoped. A dirty towel lay beside it, so she sprinkled some of the liquid onto her face and hands. She preferred wiping them on her skirts, than the dirty towel.
     The three men sat closely huddled, their voices low, occasionally looking in her direction. They began to drink as the afternoon light grew dim around them. Another shower of rain began to fall outside.

     Richard and the others had covered quite a distance in a short time, eventually noticing a small hamlet, as the light began to fade. Because it had rained for a time, they were able to pick up tracks that had gone before them. The hamlet consisted of a farmhouse and a scattering of small hovels.
     As they looked around they spotted a lone tumbled down structure, crudely built with three horses in close proximity. This had to be the right place.
     Just as they drew rein in order to carry out their plan, Richard noticed a shoe amongst the chopped up ground. He recognized it to be Katherine's. He slid quickly from his horse, picking it up, confirming they had found the right place where she was being held. 
     Simon quietly rode over to what looked more like where animals might be kept. Watching Richard carefully for a signal for him to play his part, William and John drew their swords. Edmund kept close to Richard with Katherine's horse in tow.
     They could here raucous voices from within, knowing full well, the three abductors had been drinking heavily. This was to their advantage.
     Richard hoped with all his heart, Katherine was safe from harm.
     As all five men got into position, Richard signaled to Simon to begin carrying out their plan.
     Simon began throwing rocks at the doorway, and anything else he could find in close proximity, holding his horse carefully with the other hand. It was also necessary to keep his sword handy, as any moment he and the others knew they were going to need them. Richard only had his dagger, but it would be adequate he hoped.
     Suddenly from within, the raucous voices became alarmed and all three abductors appeared outside the door.
     This was exactly what Richard hoped for and William, John and Simon rushed at them, taking them by surprise. There was a fierce skirmish as the abductors hadn't time to arm themselves. They were soon cut down then killed, their bodies lying amongst the mud, turning red with their blood, oozing in pools upon the ground. 
     Richard stepped over their bodies and entered the gloomy hovel. It smelt strongly of animals and drink, but as his eyes became accustomed to the dullness, he noticed his dear frightened wife cowering in a corner, not quite understanding what had just happened.
     He swept her up in his arms as she swooned before him, half crying, half laughing with the joy of seeing Richard once again.
     'My darling wife, are you alright, are you harmed in any way? I was so foolish to allow you to walk alone beside the river. Never again will I let you out of my sight...'
     Katherine tried to answer him, so delighted was she to see him, barely able to utter a word. 'Yes..., yes I'm fine Richard, now you are here. Oh, thank God you found me and before nightfall too!' She sank into his arms, not wishing to ever leave them.
     He held her for another few moments, before helping her out of the door, both stepping over the three bodies of her abductors. Katherine didn't wish to linger as Richard helped her toward her horse. The men were wiping the freshly spilt blood from their swords.
     'I know you have been through a lot, but are you able to sit your horse? It's a long story I'll tell you about it later. It's imperative we get away from here as soon as possible.'
     'Yes...I think so', Katherine replied hesitantly. 'Give me a moment or two to breathe some fresh air. That place sickened me to my stomach.'
     'Of course my love, take your time, but night is nearly upon us and we need to find somewhere safe to stay before returning home. It's not possible expecting you to ride through the dark. We can return home in the morning. Is our babe unharmed also?'
     Richard put an arm around her shoulders and placed a hand gently on her abdomen.
     'I'm sure all will be well,' she reassured him, with a gentle smile.
     Richard helped her to mount her palfrey and together they left the scene where Katherine had been held. Richard was grateful Edmund had had the initiative to return with her horse, meeting up with the other men, who had been diligent in dealing with the three ruthless men so quickly. Their plan had worked thank God. He shuddered to think if they hadn't found her before nightfall. 
     All four men were greatly relieved Katherine was obviously unharmed.
     Richard rode close to Katherine, keeping a close eye on her. She had coped well with her ordeal, and he promised himself that from now on he would take far better care of her and their unborn child. He also had an important apology to make.
     Katherine glanced over to where her husband rode, looking earnest and very attentive. He had learned a harsh lesson.
     She smiled softly to herself as she was never more happy to see him.
    
    
    
   
    
    
    
    

A Fresh Beginning - Chapter Two

     In the soft evening light, as the moon threaded its way through an open window, alighting on Katherine's fair hair spread out on the pillow, Richard sighed with blissful contentment. The early part of his married life had been all he could have hoped for. The beautiful woman still young and tender lying beside him, proving to be a loving and dutiful wife. He knew she had much to learn, but was as willing a wife as he was a patient husband to her.
     Since before and after their marriage, Richard had learned much of her younger life. Her mother having died five years earlier when Katherine was only thirteen and at that time, her father was heartbroken, for it had been a successful match, but after her sudden illness and consequent death, was left alone to make a good marriage for Katherine, seeking out a husband of his choice. Before meeting Richard, Katherine was betrothed to Philip; nevertheless, Philip had died during a hunting accident, breaking his neck falling off a horse. It had been a great shock to Katherine, specially in the absence of her mother.  As she grew older, able to accept the fact her mother would never return, maintained a caring supportive relationship with her father. She was intelligent and practical, with the ability to overcome such loss when Philip died.  Richard sometimes wondered if indeed, she ever really loved him.
     Her father was a well known knight, having put his trust and loyalty in Simon de Montfort, was tenacious in placing his faith in a man thought to be indestructible. But Simon succumbed to a violent brutal death on a battlefield, bloodied with both men and horses, having survived himself after the Battle of Evesham, a good year ago. A heavy destrier had partially fallen on him, impeding his legs, leaving him unconscious for some time; later he was dragged free by two young men whose banners had fallen to the blood-spilled ground under the amassing bodies.
     Richard's hand strayed across the bed to the long strands of her silken hair glinting in silvery moonbeams, causing his heart to beat faster.  She looked so peaceful as he gently stroked the pink of her cheeks, flushed from the warmth of the room and covers that were tucked loosely around her heaving breasts.
      The early weeks of their married life had proved every bit as Richard could have expected, having no definite expectations, knowing that he loved Katherine and that was all that mattered. It was deemed successful as far as he was concerned, as she applied herself to the many womanly tasks, relishing her new role. Richard thought she had achieved much in the relative short time they had been together. His manor house, not far from the Welsh Marches, had been in much need of a woman's touch, her duties undertaken admirably, of which he was proud.
     The daily routine for Richard had changed significantly, as the harsh memories of witnessing Simon's death a year earlier, were fading into the background; more so with each passing day. His new life with Katherine was one of learning, planning for a future that only God knew what was in store for them and the country.
     It was early autumn, nights were becoming cooler while the days slowly shortened, the sun remaining warm. Soon the grain would fully ripen and gathered in for the oncoming winter. So far, the weather had been favourable, essential for a successful harvest.
     As another day dawned mellow, air sweetly fragranced, the first beams of colour casting themselves across the horizon in rich hues of pink and yellow, Katherine sighed, wriggled her body gently beneath the covers. Richard leant over and kissed her gently on each eye, then her forehead, strands of her hair curling on the pillow. He gently wrapped several curls around his fingers, looking over to her contented face.
     They were going to ride out along by the river later, as Richard had bought her another horse. Her palfrey would replace Cadell, he was still unsure of after Katherine had fallen off him, when they had first met. Fortunately she was not hurt badly or broken any bones at the time, only suffered a few bruises. Although Richard was grateful to that horse, because of their meeting, had not wished to take unnecessary chances. The palfrey would be more suitable, putting his mind at rest. Katherine had accepted his decision as she knew she must and was able to keep Cadell, much to her delight. 
     Richard's favourite horse was one he'd had for many years, remaining loyal, standing him in good stead for every task asked of him. Bedivere was an English variant of the Welsh Bedwyr, a companion of the legendary Arthur who trusted him with his sword, Excalibur. Bedivere had cast the sword into the lake at the request of the dying Arthur. His horse, like Arthur's companion, had remained loyal and been well trained for every eventuality.
     'Is it morning yet?' Katherine's eyes were still closed. She looked irresistible to Richard, glancing across where soft light only heightened her beauty even more.
     'Indeed it is my love. Soon the sun will be high in the sky while we still lie abed and nothing will get done. But I'm not complaining, at least not for a while.' He moved closer to his wife, who curled up within his own body. He breathed a subtle smell of rose water that clung to each strand of her hair. The floor rushes having been sprinkled with fresh herbs whenever possible, gave off a pleasant smell when crushed underfoot around the bed. The linen sheets and bedcovers were warm and inviting. It was difficult to rise and begin the day, but begin it must.
     Later, after they had eaten a simple meal, rode out of the main gates heading for the banks of the river Severn, south of the town of Tewkesbury. The countryside was slowly turning golden, later changing to russet-coloured when the leaves would eventually fall, the ground mould-softened and trodden underfoot in the late autumn. Richard's old groom Edmund, still able to sit a horse, accompanied them a few strides behind.
     Katherine laughed as she watched the flight of birds from distant trees as they winged their way skyward, disappearing beyond their horizon. 'It's a lovely time of year, possibly my favourite.' Glancing over to Richard, she seemed to be glowing.
     'Indeed it is my love and how beautiful you look this morning.'
     Eventually they drew rein under a canopy of trees, close to the water's edge, the sun dappled between trees, air fresh with autumn.
     'Shall we walk for a time sir? There is something in particular I wish to tell you.'
     Edmund was handed the reins and the two walked side by side along a narrow track.
     'That sounds ominous I must say.' Richard grinned, noticing how gracious his young wife walked, skirts sweeping the ground around her legs, her head turned to one side with eyes sparkling, as the river flowed swiftly close-by.
     'I was a little reluctant to mention it before now, but I am sure I am with child.'
     Richard stopped dead in his tracks, turned and clasped both her hands in his, pressing them to his lips. 'Oh my dearest wife, that is wonderful news indeed. Are you quite sure?'
     'As sure as I'll ever be,' smiled Katherine. 'The last two mornings I have felt nauseous and my flux hasn't arrived. It is always on time and after a brief chat with Martha, our housekeeper, it is for certain there will be a child well into the new year.'
     Richard was beside himself with pride, his love for Katherine even stronger, as he was suddenly at a loss for words. 'But surely you shouldn't be riding. Will it be safe for the child?' he asked frowning, his hands wanting to feel her abdomen, but it was far too soon for that.
     'I feel it is safe, as long as I don't ride too hard.'
     'My dear wife, you shall have the best care available at all times. Come, let us sit for a while and watch the river.'
     'May I first stroll a little longer?' she asked, smiling at Richard. Katherine had a pleading look on her face Richard couldn't resist. He took off his cloak spreading it on some grass.
     'Do not go far, as there are clouds amassing and it may rain soon.' He frowned as Katherine walked from where he stood, along the path that wound in and out of the trees by the riverbank. Edmund had remained nearby taking care of their horses. Soon Katherine was out of sight and Richard immediately began to worry for her safety. From time to time there had been some pretty unsavoury characters around.
     Within what seemed like no time at all, as Richard became increasing worried for his pregnant wife, he heard a woman's scream. Jumping up, he hurried at great speed to where the noise was coming from, noticing at that instant, three horseman cantering out from a clump of trees with Katherine's screams ringing in his ears. He was frantic, not knowing what he could do to alleviate the situation, but realizing there was nothing he could do in the time available. If he rode after them, there was every possibility they would not be caught as there were many trees with twists and turns in which they could go. He ran to his horse, mounting quickly, giving Edmund instructions to return home with Katherine's horse in tow. He thought if they both followed the captors, they may be slowed down, so he set off at a fast gallop, hoping he was going in the right direction. The ground underfoot was damp and there was no dust to give him any clues as to their direction. He knew at that time, a ransom would be demanded, but first he had to find her. Why else would she have been kidnapped? he thought.
    

Apology

There have been problems within my web page and particularly with the last story published - 'In the Aftermath of Battle.' A revised version was shared through Google and my Facebook link, but it appears this may not be the case and the problems still exist. I am without a computer for the time being, so many apologies for the inconvenience caused. As soon as it is possible to deal with this the better. (Approx 63 various short stories with an occasional poem have been published - the odd one in draft form- but unfortunately none have been backed up yet on an external hard drive - unlike at least 19,000 photographs!)