Dark Jenny elm-3

Home > Science > Dark Jenny elm-3 > Page 5
Dark Jenny elm-3 Page 5

by Alex Bledsoe

“My question is why? If all the other Knights of the Double Tarn are against the queen, why are those three on her side?”

  Before Kay could answer, a new voice yelled, “You!”

  DeGrandis, his cheeks reddened with wine beneath his face powder, waddled toward us. “That’s close enough,” Kay warned when he was about ten feet away.

  He pointed one frilly yellow sleeve at me. “Why is that man running around loose? He’s a murderer! We’ve heard all about him and his crimes, from a very reliable source!”

  “This gentleman,” Kay said in the voice he must’ve used on the battlefield, “is not running around loose, as you can see.” He rattled the chain between my manacles. “And he’s under my sword at the moment.”

  “Well, I assure you we will not allow him to leave Nodlon Castle,” DeGrandis snapped. His chins wobbled with outrage. Behind him, his fellow nobles muttered encouragement from a safe distance.

  Kay wasn’t impressed. “You’ll do as you’re told for the moment. Now please rejoin your friends and await an official announcement. Sir.”

  DeGrandis gave me a look as if I’d snatched the last piece of pie from the table, then returned to his group. Among them, Lord Astamore resumed weaving the mendacious tapestry of my criminal exploits.

  “Thanks,” I said to Kay. “He might’ve rolled right over me if he got too excited.”

  Kay nodded. “Yeah.” Then he frowned and, in the same difficult pleading tone he’d used when he asked me to help, said quietly, “So do we really have to go see the queen?”

  I wanted to smack him in the forehead. “ Yes, we have to see her. Come on, don’t get dense on me now. She may be the queen, but she’s also a legitimate suspect, and if you’re going to have a real rule of law, it’s got to apply to everyone. Isn’t that what Drake’s grand design is all about?”

  “She’ll take it personally.”

  “That’s not our problem.”

  “And she isn’t the best person to antagonize.”

  “In my experience, people only feel antagonized when they have something to hide. If she had nothing to do with the murder, she shouldn’t get upset.”

  “Maybe that’s true,” Kay granted.

  “And I’ll be polite. I know how to behave around royalty.”

  “Oh, it’s not you I’m worried about.” He managed a wry, tired smile. “You get to leave Grand Bruan when this is all over; I have to live with her.”

  FIVE

  Immediately after the murder Queen Jennifer Drake had withdrawn to her chambers, using her royal prerogative to override Kay’s order that no one leave the great hall. The queen couldn’t really be expected to mill about with the nobles under circumstances like these, and given the tension between her and the knights, she wouldn’t want to subject herself to their constant scrutiny. So while I had waited in the closet for interrogation, Kay made sure she was safely locked in upstairs before he came to me.

  I followed Kay through a door behind the thrones and up a stone, spiral staircase. The stairs were padded, the better to protect delicate royal feet.

  Kay pulled me aside just before we emerged onto the next floor. He inserted the key in the disk, and the chain wound back up tight, pulling my wrists together. “Nothing personal, but you will be in the presence of the queen, and you still might be a murderer.” He took a dagger from his belt and made sure that I saw him slip it, hilt-first, up his sleeve. A single flex and it would be in his hand; another flex and it would be in my back.

  “Sure,” I said. I couldn’t argue with his logic.

  “And I have one request. Please don’t mention what I told you about Elliot Spears.”

  “Why would I?”

  “I can’t imagine. I just wanted to be clear on it.”

  “Being curious is my job, you know. Now I have to ask.”

  He considered his words before speaking. “Remember I told you that Elliot doesn’t come around very often? It’s because he and Jennifer had a very loud, practically public falling-out. No one knows for sure what started it, but barracks gossip says one of them broke off the affair.”

  “Which one?”

  “Depends on who’s telling the story. She never talks about it, though. And he’s not around to ask.”

  “So if I mention it, she’ll just say, ‘No comment’?”

  “No, if you mention it, she may hand you your teeth.”

  I was intrigued, but for the moment it didn’t seem a priority. “Okay. I won’t bring up Spears.”

  “Thank you.” He seemed more afraid of this woman’s disapproval than Agravaine’s swords back in the service room.

  When we emerged onto the landing, two armored sentries guarded her door. They saluted Kay and stepped aside as we approached. Kay knocked, and one of the young handmaidens opened the door wide enough to peer out. She had blond hair, an ample bosom thanks to the cut of her gown, and slender hips. “Her Majesty is not to be disturbed,” she said.

  “Tell her it’s me,” Kay said.

  “She said no one.”

  “Rebecca-”

  “Bob, I know it’s important. But did you see her face down there? She’s a mess. I can’t let you upset her any more, not right now.” The girl looked me up and down, taking in my cuffs. “Come back later, and I’m sure she’ll be willing to talk to you. ”

  I could tell Kay was about to accept this excuse, so I said softly, “Tell the queen that if she doesn’t talk to us, we’ll let everyone downstairs, including the knights, know she wouldn’t talk to us.”

  Rebecca looked at me as if she’d scraped me from her boot. “I don’t normally trouble the queen with messages from prisoners.”

  “I’m sure you’re up to the challenge,” I said.

  Rebecca’s eyes narrowed and she slammed the door in our faces. A few moments later she opened it all the way, curtsied and gestured that we should enter. “Her Majesty Queen Jennifer Drake will receive you now,” she recited.

  Naturally, Jennifer had the swankiest digs in the palace. Huge tapestries covered the cold stone walls, and a fire blazed in a hearth roughly the size of my office. Oil lamps provided an even glow, and the furniture was heavy, luxurious, and over-ornamented. Somewhere incense burned, and one of the other maidens strummed idly on a harp, never quite hitting a tune.

  The queen awaited us before the fireplace. She wore a light silk robe over her blue lounging gown, and her hair had been braided down her back. This close she was even more of a stunner, although something innately fragile about her brought up the desire to shelter and protect her from harsh things. I suspected she was well aware of this effect, perhaps even cultivated it, and probably watched to see if we fell for it. From the look on his face it was clear that Kay always did.

  Rebecca, the harpist, and the two other maidens immediately withdrew to a couch in the corner as Jennifer strode to meet us. She put her left hand on her right shoulder, which caused her robe’s billowy sleeve to sweep dramatically through the air. “I assume you’ve got news for me, Sir Robert?” She looked pointedly at me.

  Kay bowed just enough for it to count. “Not the news you’re hoping for, Your Majesty. We still don’t know what happened yet.”

  “Yes, we do,” I said.

  She looked at me, and I got the full effect of her royal charisma. If I’d been a lesser man, I’d have curled up purring at her feet. “Are you confessing?”

  I bowed. I’d been taught court etiquette since before I could speak, so it was point-perfect, even with my hands cuffed. “Edward LaCrosse, Your Majesty.”

  “He was the first one to reach Sam’s body,” Kay offered. “I don’t believe he’s the murderer.”

  She smiled wryly. “But you’re not one hundred percent certain?”

  “Not about many things, Your Majesty. But he says he’s a private soldier who knows how to investigate crimes like this, and I’ve asked him to help.”

  This time she gave me a look I felt in my scabbard. “A sword jockey?” she said, with a little smile
that spoke of royal treasures having nothing to do with jewelry. It was her way of asserting control in her male-dominated world. “Isn’t that the common term? I always thought they were ragged little men hiding under beds or chasing charnel wagons.”

  “Not all of us,” I said. “It may be a business of lepers, but I’ve still got most of my fingers.”

  “You said you knew what had happened,” she said, ignoring my humor. Most women, royal or not, did that.

  “It’s not complicated. Someone wanted to kill Thomas Gillian in a very public way, which meant they had a point to make. Since you provided the murder weapon, that point may also have involved making you look bad. The victim got in the middle of it by sheer dumb luck.”

  “Surely you don’t think I had anything to do with it.” It was the obligatory denial, and she was a good enough performer that it sounded genuine. Which it might have been.

  “I try not to think anything,” I said. “I let the evidence think for me. Right now the evidence leads us to you. Hopefully it’ll lead us further.”

  “And what ‘evidence’ might that be?”

  I nodded toward the tray of apples, in plain sight on the sideboard. “The murder weapon. He wasn’t killed with a sword or knife. Mind if I look them over?”

  “Certainly.”

  I went to the tray. In the time she’d been alone with the apples, she could’ve done anything to them, including replace them all. But it didn’t mean an examination would tell me nothing.

  I picked up a knife from a nearby place setting. Immediately Kay stiffened and moved closer. I realized he was getting into position to protect the queen and gave him a wry smile.

  Unable to grasp the knife in my puffy right hand, I used my left to awkwardly turn several of the apples. I looked for any discoloration that might show where the poison had been added. I found none. The killer apparently trusted that blind luck would have Gillian pick up the lone poisoned apple. “Are they all here?” I asked.

  “As far as I know.” She indicated herself and her maids. “We certainly haven’t eaten any of them.”

  “Are these apples special?”

  “In what way?”

  “Can you find others like them anywhere besides the royal orchard?”

  Surprised, she said, “I suppose one could. I’m no gardener, but I’m not aware that they’re any rare variety.”

  I leaned down and sniffed. The same aroma I’d smelled from the late Sir Patrice was barely present. I looked more closely at the nearest apple and at last found what I sought: a tiny bump, easily missed, on the bottom near the calyx indention. I picked up the fruit with a napkin and said, “Look at this.”

  When Jennifer started to move, Kay stepped in front of her and said, “Hand me the knife first.”

  I did. Then Kay and Jennifer crowded close. “What is it?” Kay asked.

  I transferred the fruit to the palm of my injured hand and tapped the bump with my fingernail. It fell off and revealed a hole no larger in diameter than a sewing needle. “A bit of wax to seal the hole. Do you still have the one that killed Patrice on you?”

  Kay nodded and produced it, still wrapped in my handkerchief. I quickly found an identical wax seal in the same spot. “That’s where the poison was injected into them, and then sealed.”

  Jennifer looked at me with either admiration or wariness; it was hard to tell. “So every apple was poisoned this way?”

  “Let’s see.” Now that I knew what I sought, it only took moments to inspect them all. Roughly half of them were poisoned, and piled so that the lethal ones were on top.

  Her breathtaking face creased with confusion. “But Mr. LaCrosse, they were with me the whole time. This could not have been done quickly; when would the killer have had an opportunity?”

  I shrugged. “We’ll know that when we catch him. Or her.”

  “I don’t care for your manner, sir,” the queen snapped.

  “Neither do I. I grieve over it on warm summer evenings. But may I give you some advice? No one’s accused you of anything yet, and when you jump at every innuendo, it just makes you look guilty. You might want to put on a thicker skin until we get this straightened out.”

  Her eyes opened wide, then narrowed, and the contempt that shot from them was enough to wither a cornfield. I understood Kay’s reluctance to confront her. She straightened her back and raised her chin, which made her seem far taller than she was. With regal disdain she told Kay, “I would appreciate it if you’d show this person out of my chambers.”

  I pocketed Patrice’s apple. “I apologize if candor offends you, Your Majesty. If you think of anything that might help us, I hope your low opinion of me won’t make you keep it to yourself.” I made another perfect courtly bow. By the time I rose, Rebecca had scurried across the room and again held the door for us.

  Halfway down the stairs to the main hall, Kay stopped, leaned against the stone wall, and sighed. He put away the dagger, then unlocked the disk to release the big loop of slack. “At least our heads are still attached. Thank you for not mentioning Elliot.”

  “No promises the next time.” I raised my hands and extended the cuffs.

  He shook his head. “No. Not yet.”

  The manacles had me both angry and a touch claustrophobic. “Come on, you saw the other apples. I couldn’t have poisoned them, too.”

  “‘Too’? Are you admitting you poisoned the first one?” he teased.

  “Stop that. You know I didn’t do it. Now get these things off me.”

  “It’s for your own good, Eddie, seriously. If you’re seen without those before we find the real killer, the folks who think you’re guilty may decide to dispense their own justice.”

  “I’ll take my chances,” I said, adding in my head, and I won’t let the drawbridge hit me on my way out.

  “Not with that, you won’t.” He nodded at my injured hand. I could neither straighten nor curl my fingers now, and my knuckles were hidden under puffy, darkening skin. “Guess Iris was right. That’ll sure hurt by tonight.”

  I couldn’t argue; it sure hurt right now. “All right, so I’m still your prisoner. So tell me: how much can we trust what Queen Jennifer told us?”

  “I’ve never known her to lie.”

  “You’ve never known her to murder anyone before, either.”

  He chuckled deep in his chest. “If you’re going to suspect everyone even after you’ve questioned them, how are we going to make any progress? I’d like to solve this before we’re both too old to enjoy it.”

  Yet again I wanted to smack him, but under the circumstances it still seemed like a bad move. So I took a deep breath, calmed down, and said, “Okay, you’re right, I don’t really think she had anything to do with it, but I do think she knows more than she’s telling. But keeping secrets isn’t a crime.”

  When we hit the banquet room again, it was worse than before. As soon as they saw me, the guests’ murmuring escalated to shouts and catcalls. One of the courtiers, a white-haired fellow with eyebrows like caterpillars, bellowed, “Sir Robert, I demand you speak with us!”

  “Great,” Kay muttered. “You stay here,” he told me, and strode over to the man. “Yes, Lord Shortridge, what can I do for you?”

  “You can let us out of here for one thing. It’s past sunset, and I for one did not come prepared for an overnight stay. Why, I don’t even have the proper toiletries for my skin.” Then he pointed a long finger at me. “And we all know he’s the murderer, yet you keep him leashed at your side as if he were your favorite foxhound!”

  The nobles chimed in with their agreement. Across the room, Gillian still watched me with his cold, implacable eyes. Agravaine was nowhere to be seen.

  “I’m glad you’re all so sure of things,” Kay said. “But as long as Marcus Drake rules Grand Bruan, we’ll approach this based on the law of the land. That law says a man must be assumed innocent until proven guilty.” He looked disdainfully at the glass in Shortridge’s hand. “And I don’t think that proo
f will be found in the bottom of a wine bottle.”

  “You’re using the king’s law to protect a killer!” someone cried.

  “Queen Jennifer can render justice in this case,” Shortridge said. “She has the royal rank, and the full support of the nobles.” The crowd chimed in its agreement. “We demand you convene a trial, followed by that man’s execution.”

  “Demand all you want,” Kay said. “But you’re guests here, not rulers. Another treasonous outburst like this, where you openly advocate bypassing the king’s law, and you can easily become prisoners.” He turned and walked back toward me.

  “Don’t you dare accuse me of treason!” Shortridge yelled. “I am a lord of Grand Bruan!”

  Kay dismissed him with a wave, but his face was grim as he approached me. “Listen, we’ve got to get you out of sight.” He nodded toward yet another door. “Follow me and try to look nonchalant.”

  This wasn’t another kitchen antechamber, but one of Nodlon Castle’s private lounging areas. It was empty, and through the windows I saw the moon full and bright over the ocean.

  Kay lit some lamps, and light from the tiny wicks reflected from myriad polished surfaces. Used as a refuge for the idle rich during tedious ceremonies, the decor was lush and sumptuous, redolent of fat bottoms and wheezing bosoms. The lingering smell of expensive cologne masked a subtler odor of sweaty desperation and decay, the common scents of any castle.

  Kay opened the liquor cabinet, selected a really top-class vintage, and fished a corkscrew from a cluttered drawer. “This situation is way too close to getting out of hand,” he said as he poured our drinks. He downed his in a single swallow. “I’m going to go get Marc.”

  “You’re leaving?” I said.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll assign someone to protect you. As long as you stay out of sight, you’ll be fine. And once Marc gets here, you should be able to leave with no difficulties.”

  “So where is Marc?”

  “At his main castle in Motlace. If I leave now and ride all night, I can be there well before dawn. Once he hears what’s going on, he’ll want to come sort it out himself.”

 

‹ Prev