Page 109 of The Valiant Knight
“Elizabeth will murder you,” she said, knowing that was exactly why he was doing it. He busted her, and she threatened to commit spider homicide.
“I gotta be me. She’s my sister from another mister,” he stated.
Gabby worked on getting the letter out, but it was stuck on some of the stone. She didn’t want to rip it.
“You guys go way back, huh?”
He laughed.
“I was there when she was a young lass who fell in love with a young ME. They are my family. They were my only family until we found my mother’s grave, and I learned I had a father and siblings.”
Gabby wiggled the paper, and it came out, but it was brittle.
“Bag,” she said.
When an evidence bag dropped down, she slid it in, to preserve the continuity of the paper so that they could study it.
The note was no good to them destroyed. It might help them figure out who was lurking now.
Once it was secured, she handed it up to Tony.
After he put it down, he pulled her up, and she got out of the crypt.
“What’s it say?” she asked, as Tony handed it back to her, and she read over the paper.
It was definitely a letter. The handwriting was pretty, feminine, and from long ago.
‘Ravensmire Castle
Scotland
September 1593
My Dearest Duncan,
I love you and miss you. I can’t wait until you are back at home in our castle. I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you, so I will. I love our home. I can’t imagine not being here.
Something does concern me though, and I’ve had to think about this for a while.
It’s about your friendship with Ciarán Begbie. He’s always around, and I have hope that when our child is born, you’ll have him leave our home.
He makes me uncomfortable, and while I know you two are close, and enjoy each other’s company, I am not.
Truthfully, my Lord, he stares at me with discontent, as if I’m in his way.
I don’t understand it, but I can feel it.
Again, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but he scares me. Maybe it is my imagination, but we are going to have to talk about his role in our lives.
I don’t mind him staying in a smaller house on the outskirts of the castle, for I know how you rely on him in battle, but in our home…
Can we discuss this?
I hate to bother you with such trivial things, but this is a deep concern of mine.
We shall talk later.
Until then, know that I am always standing in the tower, waiting to see you ride over the highlands to come home to us.
