The de Lohr Dynasty

by Le Veque, Kathryn

  Since Gunnar had lost his meager shoes when he’d run from Bramley, the seamstress sent her daughter to the leathersmith down the street to see if he had anything for the boy’s feet. As the old seamstress cut Gunnar’s shaggy hair with a sharp knife in an attempt to clean the boy up a bit, the daughter returned with two small leather slippers that the leathersmith had made for a young boy who had died before his parents could pay for the shoes. They were a bit too small but at least they were something, and Daniel paid handsomely for young Gunnar’s first decent pair of shoes in his entire life.

  In fact, he paid handsomely for the entire set of clothing and Gunnar, who was still unhappy about the entire event, wasn’t hard pressed to admit that his new clothing was quite warm and free of vermin. He had bites all over his skin from the bugs that had infested his clothing and found it rather surprising that his new clothing wasn’t chewing up his skinny body. With his clean skin, new clothes, and cut hair, he looked like an entirely different boy.

  Daniel may have entered the seamstress’ shop with two siblings who looked as if they had just crawled out of a gutter, but he left with a beautifully dressed young woman and her cleaned-up younger brother. With Liselotte’s small wooden chest slung over a broad shoulder, Daniel couldn’t help but grin at the pair as they inspected each other as clean, well-groomed individuals. They had lived so long in squalor that something clean and new was almost something beyond their comprehension. Liselotte seemed a bit more awed by it than Gunnar, who ran at the first mud puddle he saw with the intention of jumping in it until Daniel called him off. Momentarily confused, the child realized his new clothing would not look so new if he covered it in mud. With a grin, he avoided the puddles.

  The bustle at the livery had calmed down a bit but based upon the initial discussion with the livery owner when Daniel had first arrived, the man had held aside several sacks of barley, two precious sacks of wheat, five sacks of oats, and one sack of rye grain. Daniel negotiated with the man for the use of one of his wagons to cart away the sacks and promised to return it. As the men were loading sacks onto the borrowed wagon and a groom began to hitch up a team of horses, Daniel proceeded to purchase four goats from the livery owner – two kids for Gunnar and a male adult and female adult. He also purchased a cow and her calf, and seventeen chickens at a very good price.

  Since they were going to Netherghyll that evening, Daniel told the livery owner he would come back for the animals and the wagon in the morning, and the livery owner agreed to store everything inside the livery under guard. Pleased with what he had been able to acquire in town, Daniel finished paying for everything and had the groom collect Ares from the barn, where the horse had been gorging himself on oats. The horse was unhappy that he was taken away from his feeding to be saddled and Gunnar was unhappy that he had been separated from his two goats. In fact, the boy was in tears. As Daniel helped the groom saddle Ares, Liselotte went to her sorrowful brother.

  “Gunnar,” she said softly, trying to be sympathetic. “You shall see your new friends on the morrow. We will sup tonight in a grand house with more food than you have ever seen. That should make you happy, shouldn’t it?”

  Gunnar was trying not to dirty his new clothes as he squatted in the dirt, playing with his new friends. He pulled one of them into his arms, hugging it, as the second kid nibbled his hair.

  “I want to bring them with me,” he said, sniffling.

  Liselotte bent over, her hand on his newly-cut hair. “Let them remain here tonight where they will be safe and fed,” she said. “Tomorrow, we shall take them home and they can sleep in your chamber with you, I promise.”

  Gunnar wiped at his nose. “It is Sir Daniel’s chamber now.”

  Liselotte smiled. “You slept in Mother’s chamber last night,” she said. “I am sure she would not mind if you slept there with your goats.”

  He frowned. “I do not like sleeping with Mother,” he said. “She wants me to sleep next to her, all bunched up!”

  Liselotte laughed softly. “You mean that she hugs you?”

  He nodded fiercely. “I do not like it.”

  Liselotte stroked his pale hair. “Tonight we will sup at a great house and mayhap they will have a bed, just for you,” she said. “If not, you may sleep with me and I promise not to hug you.”

  He was somewhat hesitant about that. “Do not pull my ears, either.”

  “I will not, I promise.”

  “Can’t I bring the goats?”

  Liselotte shook her head. “They will be happier here, just for tonight,” she said. “They are yours. No one can take them away.”

  He wasn’t crying any longer but he was still dubious, so very sad to leave his new pets. “We… we will not eat them, will we?” he asked timidly. “If we are going to eat them someday, I… I do not want to take them back to Shadowmoor.”

  Liselotte’s smile fled. “We will not eat them, ever,” she said. “I promise you that. I will not let you feel such sorrow again, Gunnar. I will turn the goats loose and chase them away before I would put them in a stew. I am sorry we had to do that, but you know that we were starving. We had nothing else.”

  Gunnar looked up at her with his big blue eyes. “What happens if we have nothing else again?”

  Liselotte’s gaze moved to Daniel, who was now moving in their direction. Her features took on an odd expression, something between hope and adoration. She couldn’t help it when she looked at him, this man who was different from any man she had ever met. He was so full of joy in life, and of giving. She’d never known anyone so generous and even though she knew there was no hope of anything between them, still, it wasn’t difficult for her to give him her heart.

  Even if it would only ever be her secret.

  “Somehow,” she said softly, “I do not think we will ever have to worry about that again.”

  *

  Netherghyll Castle

  5 miles northwest of Siglesdene

  Daniel was genuinely concerned about meeting the entire de Royans family.

  Beneath skies that had been clear most of the day but were now starting to gather clouds as the late afternoon approached, he could see a dark and expansive structure on a distant rise and he wondered what kind of place bred a man such as Brighton de Royans. Glennie had seemed normal enough but that didn’t mean much; she was a female and it was in her breeding to be docile and silly. But her brother had been aggressive, intelligent, and determined, determined enough to try and kill Daniel’s best friend and force Daniel’s niece to marry him.

  It was a bold and reckless man who gave such little regard for others. Therefore, Daniel was understandably curious, and concerned, about meeting the rest of the family.

  He had no idea what he was in for.

  But he pushed those thoughts aside as Netherghyll Castle was sighted. He wanted something from de Royans and he was willing to have contact with the family of his dead enemy in order to get it. Focusing on the castle, he could see dark walls that encircled the top of the entire hill like the embrace of a great iron chain.

  Intimidating and enormous, it made quite a sight from a distance and even more intimidating the closer he came. The narrow road that they were traveling upon cut through the green hillside, ending in a massive fanged portcullis lodged into the wall itself.

  As Daniel, Liselotte, and Gunnar drew even closer, they could see just how big the walls of Netherghyll really were – at least twenty feet in some spots, an impenetrable fortress of stone and might. The walls were dark, built with a dark gray granite that was prevalent to the area, and they were pocked in places from both age and perhaps a siege or two. From the looks of the place, Daniel could guess it had been there for a couple of hundred years or more, maybe even before the Normans came. It was sturdily built, sunk deep into the mountaintop.

  “I have seen many castles in my time, but this place is impressive,” Daniel said. “I am surprised I’ve not heard of such a big place this far north. Curious.”

  Liselo
tte, holding on to Daniel as she sat behind him, gazed up at the tall walls. “See how the gray stone blends into the sky,” she murmured. “It looks as if it is part of the gray clouds above.”

  Daniel grunted softly. “The walls are tall enough to touch the sky, that is for certain,” he said. “This place cannot be more than ten or twelve miles from Shadowmoor. Do you know much about it?”

  Liselotte shook her head. “I have heard the name of the castle but I do not know anything about it,” she said. “If I have been told, I have forgotten. Truthfully, even before Bramley came, Shadowmoor mostly kept to itself. We were not known to be hugely allied with our neighbors.”

  Daniel turned his head enough to catch a glimpse of her. “Why not?”

  She shrugged. “It has always been that way,” she said. “I seem to remember my father saying, once, that when our ancestors struck a deal with the Normans to allow them to keep the castle, it alienated them from other Saxon households in West Yorkshire. I suppose we were looked upon as traitors. I think the old prejudices still hold, which is why no one has helped us with our problem with Bramley. We have not asked for assistance and no one has offered.”

  They were coming up to the enormous portcullis and Daniel could see soldiers through the grate. “Then mayhap that will change after tonight,” he said. “As I said before, the invitation for sup tonight is fortuitous. Mayhap more fortuitous than you know.”

  She looked at him, only really seeing the back of his head. “How?”

  “Mayhap it is time to establish new relationships with your neighbors.”

  Before she could question him, Daniel announced himself to the sentries at Netherghyll’s big gate and the portcullis began to immediately crank open. The chains strained, creaking, and when the portcullis was about halfway up, Daniel proceeded in, followed by Gunnar on the little mare.

  The bailey of Netherghyll was fairly vast and oddly garden-like; there were actually patches of grass that seemed to be well manicured, but the complex that comprised Netherghyll’s keep was truly of interest. There didn’t seem to be one keep but three buildings pieced together around what looked to be a central courtyard, all of them positioned right in the middle of the bailey. The building farthest to the west had the pitched roof and single story of a great hall, while the building attached to it on the east side was tall, about three stories, and built square and block-like. The third building, attached to the south side of the eastern building, was two stories tall and rather long, like barracks. There were small windows cut out at regular intervals.

  In all, it was a very big and a very odd complex, far more than Daniel had imagined it would be. More than that, it was evident that the de Royans had wealth. De Royans men were well-dressed and their horses were fat. Daniel again thought of Brighton, and how well-trained and well-equipped the man had been, and it was all starting to make some sense now. Netherghyll Castle clearly had the means. From its fellow castle not far to the south, Shadowmoor, the difference between the two fortresses was like the difference between night and day.

  As they came to a halt near the strangely built keep complex, Gunnar leapt off his little mare as Daniel lowered Liselotte to the ground. In her lovely red dress, he was impressed anew every time he saw her. He dismounted Ares, his eyes still on her, as several grooms rushed up to take the animals, most of them focused on the big black war horse with the impressive build.

  Ares, an attention-seeker, began frisking the grooms for any signs of treats in their pockets and the young grooms seemed quite amused with the horse’s antics. Daniel assured them that it was all right to feed the horse a treat or two. Like a proud father, he was not opposed to having his precious horse spoiled by others, and as he held out his elbow to Liselotte, a shout from the direction of the keep caught their attention.

  “Greetings!”

  Daniel and Liselotte turned in time to see Glennie approaching on the arm of an older man, both of them coming from the building that was presumably the one-storied hall. Glennie was trying to tug the man along but he wouldn’t run with her so she stopped pulling on him and scurried on ahead to greet their guests.

  “I am so happy that you have come!” she said excitedly, looking at Liselotte, still in the red gown from the last time she saw her. She rushed the woman. “You are beautiful, my lady. I am so glad that you purchased that dress. The red color is exquisite on you.”

  Liselotte smiled timidly as Glennie grasped her hand. “Thank you, my lady,” she said. “You have excellent taste in selecting it for me.”

  Glennie simply grinned, broadly, and pulled Liselotte along with her as she approached the older man. “Papa,” she said. “This is Lady Liselotte l’Audacieux. Her father is lord of Shadowmoor. My lady, this is my father, Sir Easton de Royans.”

  Liselotte curtsied politely. “My lord,” she said. “My deepest gratitude for your invitation to sup tonight. Allow me to introduce my brother, Gunnar l’Audacieux, and our noble escort is Sir Daniel de Lohr.”

  “It was Sir Daniel who saved me from those terrible men in town, Papa,” Glennie said before her father could respond to the introduction. “He was positively heroic.”

  Daniel forced a smile at Glennie’s enthusiasm as the woman’s father looked him over. Easton was a handsome man with cropped blond hair and a bald spot right on the top of his head. He was big and had been muscular once, but in his middle age, much of that had gone to fat.

  Still, he wasn’t unattractive in the least, and as Daniel looked at the man, he could definitely see the resemblance between Easton and Brighton. So this is Brighton’s father, he thought. He is a man with some joy on his face because he does not yet know his eldest son is dead. It was a sobering thought, but one that had Daniel on his guard. He would be supping with, and asking help from, a man whose son he had helped kill. But that didn’t matter; he wanted something from de Royans and he would have it. As Daniel wrestled with the familiar bitterness that the de Royans name provoked, Easton smiled at his guests and extended his hand to Daniel.

  “Sir Daniel,” he said, shaking Daniel’s hand when the man reached out. “You cannot know the depths of my gratitude. Glennie told me what happened in town today and you have my undying thanks for saving her. I am in your debt, sir.”

  Daniel shook his head as he released the man’s hand. “It was no trouble, I assure you,” he said. “It was my pleasure. Having us in your home for sup is certainly thanks enough.”

  Easton was still smiling, still inspecting Daniel. “You are a de Lohr,” he said with admiration in his tone. “It seems as if I have heard that name my entire life. When I was a very young man, I served as a squire in The Holy Land with Richard, and the name de Lohr was often spoken with appreciation. Are you related to Christopher or David?”

  Daniel nodded. “David is my father,” he replied. “Thank you for remembering him so kindly.”

  Easton nodded. “Indeed,” he said, his pale blue eyes glimmering. “To have a de Lohr save my daughter is quite an honor. It will give me something to boast about.”

  Daniel laughed softly. “I am flattered, but it was truly no trouble.”

  Easton simply nodded, his gaze then moving to Liselotte. Something in his expression changed then; it went from stark admiration of the de Lohr name to something a bit more curious. Interested, even. He studied Liselotte a moment before speaking.

  “And to have the daughter of the Lord of Shadowmoor in my home is a great honor, indeed,” he said sincerely. “I am sorry that your father and I have never met. It seems as if I am always running about, conducting business, and never giving time to my neighbors. It is something I hope to rectify in the future.”

  Liselotte smiled politely. “And it seems as if we simply keep to ourselves and never leave the fortress much,” she said, wondering if the man was expecting an invitation to visit and not wanting to give him one. She sought to change the subject. “Thank you for your gracious invitation to sup, my lord. Netherghyll is quite a large place. I would ima
gine it has a very prestigious history.”

  Easton nodded. “It does, in fact,” he said. Then, he held out his elbow to her. “May I accompany you inside, my lady? We can speak in the warmth of the hall. It looks as if the weather is about to turn on us again.”

  Liselotte took the man’s elbow, glancing at Daniel as she did so. He smiled encouragingly at her, having seen how awkward she was in social situations, and he was proud that she had handled herself quite well so far. Liselotte must have sensed his approval because a faint smile flashed across her lips before Easton lead her away.

  Daniel watched her go, unable to take his eyes from her in her gorgeous red dress. She looked like an angel and his heart began doing strange things in his chest. It was fluttering and jumping, making him feel breathless, and it was all directly related to his vision of Liselotte as she walked away. Something about her was causing these strange symptoms. If he hadn’t known better, he would have thought that he was smitten with her. But that was impossible.

  … wasn’t it?

  “Sir Daniel?”

  Broken from his train of thought, Daniel turned to see Glennie standing next to him, smiling prettily. She held up her hand, very close to his arm.

  “Will you please escort me inside?” she asked sweetly. “I am so glad you and Lady Liselotte have come. I am looking forward to this so very much.”

  Daniel forced a smile at the woman because she was looking hungrily at him again and he felt much like he was about to be on the menu this evening. Figuratively, of course, but he knew he would have to be on his guard. He didn’t like that lustful gleam in Glennie’s bright eyes….

  “Of course, my lady,” he said gallantly, extending his elbow to her. “It would be my honor.”