Page 3 of Historical Hotties
“What in the world do you suppose is going on?”
The question came from Sir Rhori du Bois, a massive knight with black hair and blazing blue eyes. He was part of the du Bois-de Lohr family, his father being one Macsen du Bois, sonof Maddoc, and his great-great-grandfather had been the Earl of Canterbury, David de Lohr. Rhori had the du Bois looks but the de Lohr personality, all fire and brilliance. The product of two great bloodlines, his prowess in battle was unmatched.
Cassius shook his head to the man’s question.
“I do not know,” he said, eyeing a group of wild boys running in their direction. “A feast some kind, clearly. Or a festival. Or mayhap even an execution because you know how quickly those can turn into a festive occasion. Especially if the man to be executed is hated enough.”
Rhori grunted in disapproval. “Entertainment.”
“Exactly.”
The third knight in their group was bringing up the rear and happened to be in the path of the wild boys. The children zipped past Cassius and Rhori, but when they came to the third knight, they began throwing something at each other. It could have been pebbles because a couple pinged the warhorse, who swung his big head unhappily. The big, ugly dog who followed Cassius around barked when the children ran by. One of the objects landed in the knight’s black hair and stuck.
Cassius and Rhori watched him curiously.
“Something is in your hair, Bose,” Cassius pointed out the obvious.
Sir Bose de Shera wasn’t one to get worked up about anything, not even children throwing projectiles into his hair. He was calm and cool like his legendary grandfather, Bose de Moray, and he reached up to pluck whatever it was out of his hair. He looked at it, sniffed it, and promptly popped it into his mouth.
Cassius and Rhori recoiled in disgust.
“Bose,” Cassius scolded. “How many times have I told you not to put things in your mouth when you do not know wherethey have come from? For Christ’s sake, you’re like a child who sits in the dirt and shoves pebbles in his mouth.”
Bose was chewing on whatever it was. “It is a sweet,” he said. “Cinnamon and honey, I think. It is delicious.”
Cassius stared at him for a long moment before breaking down into snorts. Rhori simply shook his head.
“God,” he muttered. “The man puts anything in his mouth.”
“Of course I do,” Bose said seductively. “Ask the ladies.”
Cassius’ laughter grew. The rapport between Rhori, a serious knight, and Bose, a sometimes irreverent one, was truly hilarious at times. It could also be grating and they were known to throw punches at each other from time to time. But the two were utterly devoted to one another and would kill for each other, so most of the grumbling was for show. Even the fist fights turned into hugs, and Cassius had been listening to all of it for the past three years, ever since he took command of the king’s personal guard.
The king’s Lord Protector.
Cassius de Wolfe was from the great northern House of de Wolfe, a massive family that had all started with one man, William de Wolfe, a knight called the greatest of his generation. He’d served at Northwood Castle, an enormous fortress along the Scottish border, until the king had awarded him his own lands and title for meritorious service.
William de Wolfe went on to become the Earl of Warenton and his seat of Castle Questing was one of the greatest in the north. He and his Scottish bride, Jordan Scott, had eight children, including five sons, all of whom had procreated prodigiously. Cassius was the second son of William’s third son, Patrick de Wolfe, who was also the Earl of Berwick. De Wolfe knights were in high demand, including from the king himself, and it had been quite by chance that Cassius had been offeredthe role of Lord Protector to King Edward when his eldest brother had passed on the position.
That had been three years ago and Cassius had found himself in a world that was leaps and bounds more complicated and dangerous than anything he’d ever experienced to date. As the king’s personal bodyguard, he went where Edward went, and for an active and battle-seasoned king, Cassius had found himself in some hairy situations.
Three years of politics, battle, and being on his guard every day and every night.
And now…this.
Thiswas some well-deserved time away from Edward to return home to see his family. Cassius hadn’t been home since he’d accepted the prestigious position and he’d performed so well that it was with great reluctance that Edward allowed him to return home to visit. Cassius’ reason for wanting to return home was very simple– he wanted to see his grandmother.
That was the truth.
Of course, he wanted to see his parents, too, but his grandmother was more time sensitive. In her ninth decade, the Dowager Countess of Warenton, Lady Jordan, was very precious to her family, and very precious to Cassius. The woman wasn’t going to live forever. Edward understood that, and since he and his father owed a great deal to the House of de Wolfe, he’d permitted Cassius to return home for a short time.
Cassius couldn’t wait to get there.
However, on his way home, he was stopping in Doncaster on the king’s official business which included a visit to the Duke of Doncaster, Vincent Rossington de Ryes. Edward was seeking financial support from Doncaster, or Old Cuffy as he was known, a man who was wildly rich from not only his English lands but his French lands as well, and Edward was always looking for financial support. Cassius happened to be a very good emissary,so he sent the man to flatter the duke, reiterate the king’s affection for him, and then beg for money.
That was the gist of it.
Cassius couldn’t wait to get it over with.
