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Gascon was used to people staring at him. He didnât mind it. In fact, he often encouraged it, whether by a charming grin or a knowing smirk, depending on the reaction he was hoping to provoke. But he did not like the way Clayton was staring at him now.Â
The captured lord was being held by the well, watching with undisguised fury as the Strays rioted across the estate, rooting out spoils and torching what they could not pillage. Most of the servants had had the good sense to run as soon as the howls had first echoed out of the trees, leaving barely a handful of men to defend the house; in the end, it had been no real fight at all. Clayton had cursed them all to hell and back as theyâd tied him up, abuse theyâd encountered so many times that none of them had so much as blinked at it. But it was the way his eyes kept flicking back to Gascon, his expression an uneasy mix of suspicion and disbelief, that bothered him now - the man looked as though heâd seen a ghost. It unnerved him; he was sure heâd never met this fellow before, never even held him up and robbed him, yet he was staring at Gascon as though he knew him.Â
He strode up to him, dismissing the vague sense of unease. He hadnât gotten this far fearing how a man might look at him, after all. âDelighted to make your acquaintance, Lord Clayton. Now, I do insist on standing on ceremony, so feel free to use any of my many illustrious titles when you address me-â
âOh, go fuck yourself,â the lord growled, his gaze was filled with loathing and contempt. âWhy not slit my throat and be done with it? Misbegotten cur -â
âNow, now, Lord Clayton, Iâd hoped we might keep this civil. Seems thâ Strays are your hosts now, and, unlike some, we think mighty highly of the rite of hospitality. I would never want to risk thâ ire of the gods by injuring an honoured guest.â
Clayton spat at his feet. âThatâs what I think of your âhospitalityâ. Youâve taken everything of worth here already, and you wonât torture anymore treasure from my lips, so kill me cleanly and be done with it - if youâve any notion of honour at all.â
âTorture! Why, perish thâ very thought.â Gascon slapped the dust off the manâs sleeve. âYouâre our ticket out of here, a very valuable bargaining chip indeed, and we donât want anyone getting thâ wrong idea about how youâve been treated. Her Majestyâs hot on our tail, you see - a little too close for comfort, if you know what I mean, but Iâm hopinâ that returning one oâ her faithful vassals might convince her to look tâother way as we pass byâŚâ
The man merely snorted. âNo surprise to me that the likes of you is unacquainted with Her Majestyâs ways, but believe you me - she will not abandon her quarry so easily. My life isnât worth two groats to her, not compared to the chance to snare your little band of cutthroats.â
Gascon had rather thought that might be the case. The hope of ransoming their way out was a slim one at best, but it was a gamble he was prepared to take. The force marching with the queen was sizeable, and while his band were all in fit fighting form, he didnât like their odds against the Lyrian army. These folk had stood by him, followed him through thick and thin as he led them on to greater and more daring prizes; heâd be damned if he didnât play every card he had before leaving them to the tender mercy of the hangmanâs noose. âEven if itâs a snowballâs chance in hell, my friend, Iâll take it. And I wouldnât have thought youâd hold your own life so cheaply that you wouldnât say the same.â
He turned and left, intent on finding out from his look-outs just how long they had before the queen and her men were upon them. But heâd barely taken a dozen steps before Clayton called out: âBrossard!â
Reflexively, Gascon turned back. He saw the flash of triumph in the manâs eyes, and cursed himself, realising his mistake. It had been years since heâd so much as thought the name, and yetâŚwell. There were some things you couldnât quite forget, no matter how far behind youâd left them.Â
âI knew it,â Clayton breathed. âI bloody knew it. His spitting image, you are.â
âDonât know who youâre talking about,â answered Gascon automatically, slowly walking back towards him.Â
âOh, too late to deny it now. I knew them all, back in the day, and I never forget a face. The question remains, thoughâŚwho are you? Some bastard of his, I supposeâŚthough I didnât think the late Duke had any by-blowsâŚâ
Gascon weighed his options. It seemed a brazen denial would get him nowhere, now. There was no real way he could have known, of course - their faces were all long faded in his mind now, the memories too long buried, and it wasnât as though he had any portrait or miniature to compare to the reflection he saw in the mirror - but it seemed that the family resemblance was now quite pronounced, for this fellow had known him at a glance.Â
No real choice, then. He stepped closer again and shrugged, deliberately casual. âOh, he didnât. Iâm given to understand his sins were many, but I sâpose his late lady wife mustâve been glad infidelity werenât one of them, at least.â
Clayton paled, his mouth working silently, now staring at Gascon as though he was a ghost. âNo one,â he finally managed. âNo one left that house alive. I saw -â
âSaw it, did you?â he murmured, soft as silk, now close enough to smell the rank odour of the manâs sweat. âSaw Reginaldâs lackeysâ handiwork for yourself? Or dâyou mean to say you were one oâ them? Either way, itâs not a sight any man would forget in a hurry⌠believe you me.â
The other man made no reply; his ability to speak perhaps impaired by the way Gasconâs hand was now knotted in his collar, yanking it tightly up his neck.
âEither way, itâs a damn shame for you that they werenât as careful as they mightâve beenâŚall that bloodshed, all that enthusiastic slaughterâŚfar, far too easy to lose track oâ one little boy.â
Clayton tried to back away, but he was pressed up hard against the lip of the well. He stood on tiptoe, releasing the pressure on his throat enough to speak, at least. âHis grandson. Iâll be damned.â He began, improbably, to laugh. âWell, say farewell to any hope you mightâve cherished of leaving this estate alive. When she learns who you are, Meve wonât hesitate to finish what Reginald started. Sheâll -â
Perhaps Lord Clayton had underestimated him; perhaps heâd thought the shorter man lacked the strength or courage to dispatch him at close range. Perhaps he did not realise that Gasconâs arm, well accustomed to shooting a bow with a draw-weight near that of a grown man, was more than equal to the task - or perhaps he had realised that this was now his only hope of a quick, clean death.Â
Gascon didnât bother to wait to find out. In one quick, decisive movement, he sent Clayton up and over the stone edge of the well. He turned and strode away, the manâs single shriek giving him some small sense of satisfaction.
âHey. Hey! What thâ âell was that?â His second-in-command raced up beside him. âI thought he was our way out!â
âAccident,â he said tightly.
âA fucking accident!â
âChange oâ plan, then. Oh, come on, he was a liability. No real chance he wouldâve let us pull off a ransom.â
âBut now weâve no choice but to stand and fight!â
Gascon sighed. It had been inevitable, really; it was almost as though destiny had been leading him to this point, the last ten years all building to this final, inescapable conclusion.Â
He lifted his hood, and set his cap firmly on top. Couldnât hurt to obscure his face, just a little. âThen weâd better ready a welcome Her Majesty wonât forget in a hurry!â
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