Entangled Inheritance

By J. L. Shelton

Just as quiet rumors begin to whisper that an ancient evil might be arising, the Lord Protector of the kingdom goes missing. Four years later, Mathilda Hawksthorne finds herself leaving the safety of Crosshawk because events dictate the need for her to prove to king and country that she can carry on in her father’s stead. After fighting for her inheritance, she is ordered to solve the mystery surrounding the disaster that had befallen the man’s mission. While she already has companions willing to assist her, another is commanded to also help her with the task. Garin Von Bos, two parts honorable and one part jaded, does his best to keep her out of trouble. He manages to do so until they stumble upon a powerful gemstone known as the Dragon’s Heart, which changes their lives forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gatekeeper Press
• Release date: May 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781642371888

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Trees

Chapter 1

Why do all roads in Menapolin seem to lead to Crosshawk? snarled Garin Von Bos after he had barely kept his horse from running into a cart that had stopped without warning.

Angry curses and grumbles came from every side as people had to move around the new and sudden obstruction. The number of fellow travelers along the route had significantly grown over the course of the past mile. Whether by accident or design, the hum and hurry rarely went beyond a small, and seemingly carved out, radius of commerce surrounding the primary crossroad. On busy days like this one, it turned a quiet ride into an absolute nightmare!

The strange duchy or the equally maddening town? scoffed his best friend, Jacques Regir, in response. The blond-haired man wasn’t any happier about having to wait for a chance to continue on their way.

Braying from the two donkeys pulling the cart and the frustrated shouts of the animals’ owner almost covered Garin’s mutter, Considering we’re technically in both, does it really matter?

No, admitted Jacques as he kept searching for an opening in the throng. I’m just thankful the late spring rains haven’t come through here recently. Otherwise, this mayhem would have been a lot muddier and smellier.

Small favors, agreed Garin with a grunt.

Brushing some black strands out of his face, he turned his head to see if there was a way to get clear of this mess when his sight fell on two gray-haired ladies beginning to walk by. They had been smiling until their eyes met his, the happy expressions immediately turning into scowls. He gave them a weary but respectful nod, while the matrons only responded to his politeness by turning their backs on him and heading into a vastly different direction.

The free tenants around here really don’t like you, said Jacques as the cart ahead began to creak slowly forward once more. Have you ever figured out why? They usually ignore every other traveler but seem more than willing to give you a glare or two whenever we’re in town.

Garin softly patted the heaving flank of his stallion, Blackheart, because the animal had sensed his master’s tension and had let loose a furious snort. I can come up with many ridiculous reasons for them to hate me, but I’m not sure which is the right answer. We both know that I haven’t done a damn thing to personally deserve their animosity.

Thankfully, they could end this infuriating conversation and start moving again. The broken wagon started to make its slow way out of the middle of the road and hobbled for the loud clanging noises coming from the Blacksmith’s shop. If there had been any other choice, Garin would have gladly given this whole damn area a wide berth! However, Crosshawk was the last town where one could fill up on provisions this side of the mountains, making it a likely stop for the fugitive they had been ordered to return to the Arduenna Kingdom in the south. And after following their quarry through fen and fern over the course of three backbreaking months, traveling the well-worn path of the King’s Road had been a welcomed reprieve the past couple of days.

The two men then aimed their horses towards a large yet homely building that sat on the corner of the westbound and southbound thoroughfares. Columns of smoke flowing from the many chimneys poking out of its black-pitch roof beckoned to them. Scents of meat in the process of being roasted filled the air, causing Garin’s stomach to grumble. A weatherworn sign, showcasing a light gray bird that was dipping its bill into a foaming mug of beer, swayed on a wrought iron pole from the overhang of the large wraparound porch and spoke promise that parched throats would find solace within.

The Silver Pheasant at last! Jacques said with relief, leaning forward and causing his sable gelding to prance a little bit. Ever since you voiced the suggestion that we head this way, I’ve been dreaming of soaking my weary bones in a keg of their finest brew!

Garin couldn’t help but chuckle. His friend always knew the words to pull him out of a foul mood. I doubt Thaddeus Brewer would ever approve of his famous ale being used in such a manner.

Jacques brushed a stray blond hair out of his eyes before grinning. True; it would be a shame to waste a single drop. But only because they offer hot baths to their guests for a small fee.

Bath, brew, and bed then?

In that order.

***

"Did I hear you correctly? You’re actually planning to stay for more than one night?"

Garin sighed at the incredulous tone. He and Jacques had gotten but a few steps through the thick oak door before one of the owner’s sons had stopped them short. Kelby Brewer was an impressive figure, tall and muscular. Even more so when his arms were crossed over a chest the width of a doorframe while he took a stance meant to block their path from both the main tavern and the staircase leading to the rooms above.

Raising his gaze up to meet the questioner’s eyes, Garin kept his answer firm. Yes, Kelby, we are. This time around, at least.

And we have the funds with us to pay a full week in advance, added Jacques companionably as he removed a small purse from under his cloak. He shook it until the jingling of the coins within could be clearly heard The required amount could be settled up right now.

Kelby broke eye contact with Garin and took a step towards the blond man. Poor Jacques’ wiry frame was nearly half the beast of a man’s size, but there was no need for worry just yet. Kelby merely stuck out a huge hand.

At least the dark-haired man was forthright with them when he insisted, I’ll take four gold for two rooms tonight, including an additional two for those baths you both obviously need. The rest would have to be negotiated with my Da. He’ll have the final say on whether or not you can stay longer; this is his inn after all.

While Jacques began to carefully count the proper amount into the waiting palm, Garin asked, Where is your father anyways?

There was no need for the man to give an answer. A bellow came from the far side of the nearby room, deep and rumbling: Mattie! Damn it, girl! Where have you gotten off to?

Garin felt a slight chill run down his spine and leaned to the left in hopes to get a better view of the spacious tavern. Two women were furiously running about five dozen tables, wiping down the permanently besmirched surfaces, and completely ignoring the irate owner at the moment. An amazing feat considering that, while all three brothers had gained their father’s basic physique, Thaddeus Brewer surpassed everyone around him in both height and strength. The mountain of a man was in the process of tying back his black hair while standing beside the solid-oak bar, an apron haphazardly draped over its polished surface like a discarded dishrag. The scowl on his bearded face became clearer after he finished containing the wild locks.

But the boisterous man wasn’t what had attracted Garin’s attention; it was the unusual name he had called. Even as a nickname, Mattie wasn’t common in this day and age. In fact, he had only been a child when he last met someone who went by that moniker--and it had been a feisty one-year-old girl from Crosshawk.

A personality trait of hers that had obviously carried over into womanhood when a throaty, female voice sharply responded, I was getting the damn mead that you wanted! What in Adonai’s name did you think I was doing?

When the woman stormed into sight, cradling a small cask in her arms, Garin suddenly felt all the air leave his lungs as if he had been punched in the gut. Mattie had grown into a beautiful creature with an alluring figure that not even her simple brown dress could hide. Red highlights in her auburn hair shone like fire when beams of sunlight hit the tightly wound braid, and the fluid grace of even her simplest movements caused his heart to skip a beat.

Then a sharp, painful dizziness hit him right between the eyes as if he had been smacked in the face with a frying pan! He wobbled unsteadily for a moment as visions of him kissing that angry frown off her face floated through his mind. And then even stranger ideas threatened to overpower his reason. He knew that if she up and asked him out of the blue to steal her away, he would do so without question. Even marry her at a moment’s notice, if that was what she desired.

He took in a shaky breath, wondering how he could smack some common sense back into his brain. Confusion mingled with fear in respects to the strangeness of this moment. No other woman had ever caused him this much consternation at first sight! Yet with every fiber of his being, he knew they belonged together. But considering his background, that would be impossible!

And how in the hell, if Mattie worked here, hadn’t he ever stumbled across her before now?

The sharp clap on his shoulder by a heavy hand almost made Garin jump a mile high. Turning his head, he saw Kelby studying him with a furrowed brow. Whether the expression came from anger or concern was tough for Garin to determine. Nor did he have any idea why the man would feel either of those emotions to begin with.

The guiding push Kelby used to move him closer to the staircase was firm enough that Garin decided not to fight the unspoken demand. Those two will be at it for awhile yet, and that is why I’m manning the door this afternoon. Preparing for the dinner rush often causes my Da’s temper to rise, scaring customers off. Don’t worry; by the time you two are done washing up, he’ll be back to his old self.

Then we’ll head for our rooms and hide until it’s safe to come out, joked Jacques, swiftly tilting his head towards the stairs.

Garin got the point and followed his friend’s advice. He must have climbed the steps and walked down the appropriate hallways, but his whirling mind barely registered Jacques shoving him into a small room. The only thing that returned his focus to the present was the resounding slam of a door.

What in the hell happened down there? demanded Jacques, taking a step back and studying his friend intently. All of a sudden you were frozen like a deer that had just heard a twig violently snap! Not even Kelby’s threatening growl gained a reaction from you.

I’m not sure what to say, admitted Garin, shaking his head and sinking down onto the bed. The bag on his shoulder soon thumped to the floor before he began to message the back of his neck. How did one explain the instant and soul-consuming obsession that had overtaken his senses? Perhaps I’ve been bewitched by the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

That would be a relief actually, all things considered, said Jacques with a quiet chuckle. Who is this sorceress so I can shake her hand and congratulate her on succeeding where so many others have failed?

Garin’s eyes narrowed at the sudden change in attitude. Between various family members and his friend, people kept trying to find him a wife. Few ladies, however, were willing to overlook his heritage. And the ones who could live with it were more interested in his family’s wealth than they ever would be in him.

This truth caused his answer to sound sharp. You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.

Jacques lifted his hands in a placating manner. Remember, I’m your friend and have faced some of the worst times of your life by your side. As long as she truly made you happy, I wouldn’t give a damn about her humble beginnings. So which bar maid was the lucky one who attracted your attention?

The woman Thaddeus had been yelling for, Mathilda Hawksthorne.

The jovial expression on Jacques’ face disappeared, apparently recognizing the name. You’re joking.

Garin frowned while shaking his head I’m afraid not.

A sound of disbelief left his friend’s lips. Impossible! You must be mistaken. Because even though the man has been missing for nearly four years, no duke would ever approve of his daughter working in a tavern!

Garin didn’t like the doubt in his already fraying sanity, so he issued a challenge. I’ll wager you ten silvers that I’m right about her identity.

Done, said Jacques as he eyed Garin one more time before heading towards the door. Now let’s hope the bath water comes soon so we can wash up for dinner, though I might tell the maid to make yours a little more on the cold side.

Do that, and there will be hell to pay.

Now you sound more like yourself.

Grabbing a pillow, Garin made a production of aiming it at the man. Just get out of here and go to your own room.

Without further comment, Jacques snickered, bowed his head, and obeyed. Once alone, Garin let himself fall backwards onto the soft mattress. Frustration came out as a growl because the comfortable surface failed at helping him relax his mind. Fanciful but unrealistic thoughts regarding the auburn-haired woman still ran amuck; the relentless visions making him want to scream!

After what seemed like forever, his brain finally stopped reeling and only one question remained in his thoughts:

By all that is Holy and Unholy, what is wrong with me?

Chapter 2

Mattie’s foul mood continued to grow when she had to send her eldest cousin, Dierthelm, to hunt down a man who had just snuck out of the tavern without paying for his ale. Her Uncle Thaddeus’ crankiness hadn’t disappeared this evening like it usually did, which wasn’t helping matters. Whatever Kelby had hurriedly told the man earlier had definitely been the foremost reason for his prickly attitude to remain. Then to add to the headache, the inn had filled up so quickly that her youngest cousin, Bran, was currently turning potential lodgers away at the door.

The only blessing so far was in the fact that Karla and Lena were keeping up with the mad pace. People were beginning to stand along the walls because every available chair had been taken, making Mattie extremely grateful for the maids’ help with serving the enormous throng. Considering she had been moving non-stop since before this madness began, she took a quick moment to catch her breath before even bothering to touch the two foaming mugs sitting on the bar.

Mattie, those drinks aren’t going to deliver themselves, grumbled her uncle as he swiftly filled two more pints. Though I dare say that it’s nights like this when I wish they could.

Just needed a second with my own thoughts.

He banged two freshly teeming mugs onto the top of the bar. Save that luxury for later, my girl. The masses are demanding tonight, otherwise I would have sent you home by now.

His insistence that she leave before the dinner rush only came about two to four times a year, so she couldn’t help but once again ask why he would do such a thing. Thaddeus just shook his head and shooed her away. Swallowing a growl about that particular question still being left unanswered, Mattie plastered a smile on her face, grabbed the drinks, and headed back into the mayhem.

Once she placed the pints of ale in front of two very grateful and richly dressed men, Mattie turned to check up on her quietest guests. A threesome of female travelers rooming at the Pheasant was an uncommon sight with the boardinghouse just down the road, but not completely unheard of. They were dressed in the layered fashion common to those residing in the northern half of the kingdom, though wearing the wraps about their heads while indoors was a tad bit unusual.

The one facing the entrance managed to remain fully shrouded, though her slender fingers currently on the stem of the goblet appeared to be a pale tan. The girl sitting across from her was failing miserably at keeping the headdress in place, so her black hair and bronze skin were fairly evident. The last woman’s hood barely concealed the freckles on her fair nose, and red hair peeked out from about the edges of the fabric. While the makeup of their little group was far from normal--as long as they stayed out of trouble, Mattie wasn’t going to be unduly concerned about their business

Not until it appeared that the source of trouble was about to come from closer to home, and it was in the form of Adler Bergstrom! The man was a brute with the propensity to run after anything with two legs and breasts, especially after he has had a few drinks in him. Graced with a number of attractive features as well as a substantial landholding, he never understood that his demeanor made women run away from him. Everyone in Crosshawk had been shocked when he finally caught a bride, but they hadn’t even blinked an eyelash when it became clear that he was not the most faithful of husbands.

Mattie arrived just in time to hear him say in that famous tone of his that bordered on the suggestive: Ladies, I see you are traveling alone. If you need male companionship, I am more than willing to join you.

Bergstrom! she loudly hissed before any of the women could respond. Leave them be! If they needed a man, they would have chosen someone they trusted from their hometown.

Adler blinked at her, looking slightly confused. That expression alone told Mattie that the time was close to cutting him off from alcohol for the rest of the night. A frown then reached his lips before he griped, It’s highly unusual and unseemly for them to be alone.

By heavens, you know as well as I that groups of women have traveled through this town without male escort! Placing her hands on her hips, she continued on, This world isn’t anywhere near safe enough for a lady to make a journey alone.

The man barked out a good-natured laugh. That’s true, Mattie. You’re the only one I can think of who could do so without a problem.

She smiled at the unexpected compliment. Thanks, Adler. Now go back to your own table and let these ladies finish their meal in peace.

The man then surprised her again by mumbling an apology to the women and patting her companionably on the shoulder before returning to his table. She shook her head in disbelief. Maybe her Aunt Henriella had been right after all to hatch this crazy scheme about having her help at the inn; it seemed like her frayed relationship with the duchy’s residents was indeed mending.

Regardless, Mattie still let out a frustrated sigh before turning her attention to the travelers. The apology she gave them was heartfelt, I’m sorry for what happened.

The redhead raised her hood enough that all her freckles and a grateful smile could be clearly seen. Thank you for getting rid of him.

Mattie shrugged. It’s part of my job. Is there anything else I can get for you? More food or wine, perhaps?

That is not necessary right now, thank you.

If you need anything else, please let me know.

The woman had a shrewd expression on her face when she said, Of course we will.

***

With the dinner hour almost over, the tavern began to get the contented hum synonymous with customers leisurely enjoying their drinks. The pace of going back and forth from the bar also lessened after more than a quarter of the throng had wandered off, and Mattie knew Thaddeus’ insistence that she finally leave would be coming shortly. More fermented brew than food would soon be consumed by the patrons, and the last thing he needed was for his niece to witness the men’s lowered inhibitions. Not that she couldn’t handle any unwanted advances, but it was best for both his business and his sanity to have her follow this simple rule.

As Mattie refreshed the wine at the women’s table, Karla and Lena wandered off to the back, taking a much-deserved break before they were left to fend for themselves for the rest of the night. Their timing couldn’t have been worse. A weary sigh soon exited Mattie’s lips when the clomping of boots on the hardwood steps announced the arrival of some latecomers descending from the rooms above. Two men entered the tavern, their presence swiftly causing the ladies in front of her to shrink back as if they wished to remain completely hidden within the crowd.

Curious now because of the trio’s behavior, Mattie took a moment to study the men as they searched for an available table. They both wore soft brown suede clothing stained with travel, but that was where the similarities ended. The wiry blond man looked very uncomfortable and out of place. His rugged companion, on the other hand, had an air of confidence about him. Mattie quickly surmised the latter knew how to handle himself in a fight, and it wasn’t just because his firm muscles were slightly scarred. The way he carried himself with a fluid strength screamed that he had been trained to properly handle the sword that was hanging from his side, and she found that possibility to be extremely appealing.

Her focused evaluation of the dark-haired one’s features remained unnoticed as the duo settled into a recently vacated spot by the door. It wasn’t until a vehement shout from her uncle brought her back to her senses that she realized she had been just standing there and staring like a besotted idiot for far too long. Especially when Thaddeus sharply did so a second time:

Mathilda!

Cringing because he shouldn’t have used her given name in front of so many travelers, her response came out like a testy bark: Yes?

Let those recent arrivals know that the kitchen closes soon. If they don’t want to be stuck with just stew and bread, they need to make up their minds quickly!

Right away.

The disparate men were having a whispered argument when she approached their table. After the conversation abruptly stopped when she was but a few steps away, the blond one looked a little out of sorts. His black-haired companion, however, turned and flashed her a gorgeous smile. A heart-stopping sight until his eyes roved, trying to memorize every inch of her body.

Disgusted and now wondering why she had thought the man the least bit attractive, she told them what her uncle had said and added, I believe there is still some mutton left. It’s our cook’s specialty.

The rugged man leaned back and casually hooked an arm around the back of his chair. Even though his frank appraisal got on her last nerve, the return of that beautiful smile of his still caused Mattie’s heart to flutter. We can survive on stew if there are potatoes in it. I haven’t had a good potato in a long time.

There are.

The blond one quickly shot his friend a stern look, but his tone was polite enough. Stew sounds good to me.

Then it’s settled. Stew for the both of us.

How about drinks? she asked. We have ale, wine, and a few other spirits.

The man leaned towards her, the grin turning mischievous. Just one thing first. I overheard the barkeep call you ‘Mathilda’. You wouldn’t be Mathilda Hawksthorne, by any chance?

Her hackles began to rise. Yes.

Ha! Pay up! shouted the man to his friend while soundly smacking his palm against the table. I told you she was the Lord Protector’s daughter!

Sounds of gasps popped up from all over the large room. Mattie risked a glance through the corner of her eye. The other travelers’ expressions were filled with abject surprise, some of the slack-jawed faces hidden behind mugs frozen halfway to their mouths. Temptation to laugh at the sight would have been greater if the tavern’s regulars weren’t also snickering at her discomfort.

Sweet Adonai! Mattie thought as her face reddened. Why does this shit keep happening to me?!

The idea of smacking her uncle for starting this horrific drama had her question coming out through gritted teeth, And your drinks?

Ale, for both of us, said the man, sizing her up once more. Though I can’t help but wonder why Lord Gregory’s beautiful daughter would work in such surroundings. Especially when he’s not here to speak for you. Suddenly, he grabbed Mattie’s hand and caressed it lightly.

Yanking herself out of his grip, Mattie’s temper began to rise. Breathtakingly handsome or no, this man was being too forward! He may not be here, but I have plenty of family in this town. Do not touch me again, sir!

She turned and began to head straight for the kitchens. A whispered Are you mad? and the sound of a chair scraping against the floor came from behind her. She had only taken a few steps before her eyebrow shot up in shock. A rather quick black-haired hooligan was now blocking her path!

With an attitude like that, he began with a grin, those brown eyes flashing a little too merrily. It’s a wonder that a man hasn’t snatched up a prize such as yourself before now.

She hated being described like that! What makes you think one hasn’t tried? she snarled. Now, please, get out of my way.

Maybe I will, if…

If what?

He then did the last thing Mattie would have ever expected. He grabbed her shoulders and then kissed her on the mouth. It was a quick one that sent a jolt of electricity down her spine, one that almost captured her completely. And--under more acceptable circumstances—she might have even succumbed to the temptation of surrendering all her common sense to the moment.

But not like this!

Add in the fact that he had the audacity to take advantage of her in public, and she was enraged! Her right hand rushed up to slap him hard in the face, but he grabbed her wrist inches before the strike could connect with his cheek. The speed of his movements momentarily impressed her. Until the idiot smirked as if he thought she was a typical, overwrought female he had just overpowered.

His right hand then loosened only a fraction, but that drop in his guard was all she needed to prove just how wrong his assumption was! Twisting her captured hand around until she had a firm grasp on his own wrist, Mattie used her other hand to grab and apply pressure to specific points on the man’s elbow. He howled in pain as she spun around him, his bent arm soon useless behind his back. When Mattie pressed her elbow sharply into the base of his neck, the occupants of the nearby table had just enough presence of mind to move their mugs before the man’s face crashed into the middle of it as she slammed him down!

She leaned over and hissed into his ear, "Fool! Did you really believe that my father would have left his only child untrained and unable to defend herself?"

The response was little more than a throttled croak. I’m sorry!

Not sorry enough! she growled.

For out of the corner of her eye, Mattie had caught a glimpse of his traveling companion. The blond had stood up and was reaching into his cloak. In case the movement was so that he could procure a weapon, she hauled the first man up and shoved him hard into the other. They fell to the ground, looking like a four-armed, four-legged creature. She stood with fists clenched and feet equally spaced apart--ready for their next move.

While the two men were trying to untangle themselves, a firm yet gentle hand fell on Mattie’s shoulder. We’ll take it from here, insisted her uncle, stepping in front of her.

Mattie’s three male cousins materialized by her side, and that wall of large muscle would have been more than enough to give the strangers pause. However, she also risked a glance over her shoulder. Tears stung her eyes because the unexpected scene touched her very soul. Virtually all the town’s residents in the tavern that night had stood in preparation to defend her honor if the situation warranted their involvement. Not a few had their weapons drawn and were casually waiting to see if there was going to be an escalation.

Her attention returned to the front just in time to watch her uncle drop four golden coins onto the floor while the men hauled themselves up. You are no longer welcomed here, he said sternly. "That is the refund for what you paid towards a room!"

You mean to refuse us custom? shouted the black-haired man, causing his friend to put a hand of restraint on his arm. Don’t you know who I am?

Thaddeus Brewer didn’t get angry with a customer very often, but tonight he roared! I’m well aware, young man, but I would treat you just the same even if you were the Devil or the Divine in disguise! My hospitality ended the moment you accosted my niece!

The blond man’s eyes widened with surprise as the amorous ruffian shouted his angry confusion: "Your niece?"

The monstrous growl from Mattie’s uncle had the men backing up like cornered animals. Expressions began passing between the two--one begging for sanity with his green eyes while the other’s brown ones flashed with rage. Their staring contest was soon interrupted by the sudden arrival of Loren, a recent addition to the inn’s staff. The young lady hurriedly dropped some bundles by the door before fleeing back up the steps. She had obviously been sent to retrieve the ruffians’ luggage from their rooms and wanted no further part of this drama.

The tense silence was broken when Thaddeus sharply pointed a finger towards the door. The groomsmen will have your horses waiting for you outside, he said in a cold tone that promised nothing but violence if he was disobeyed. Get out and never return!

The black-haired ruffian’s glare at Mattie while he snatched his pack off the floor was mingled with a pained expression. Milady, he mumbled with a sharp bow of his head before making his escape. His friend was right on his heels, hurrying to catch up after collecting his own possessions.

When the sound of galloping hooves eventually grew fainter, the tavern’s atmosphere began to return to normal. Of course, the unexpected entertainment meant that conversations were a little louder from the excitement still remaining in the air. Thaddeus followed close behind while Mattie headed for the back door. Somehow she managed to nod her head politely at the various shouts of congratulations thrown her way, despite the fact that what she really wanted to do was sprint past them all and disappear completely from sight.

Her uncle reached out and stopped her once they had gotten as far as the bar. Mattie knew the strange turmoil in her spirit was reflected on her face when he kindly said, Don’t fret, my girl. Considering the circumstances, I doubt much trouble will come of this incident. Still, I want you to wait until Bran is free to escort you home.

That won’t be necessary.

Based on past history, I’m afraid it will be.

Mattie sighed. It had been over a year since anyone had tried to attack her on the way home, but she also hadn’t beaten up a rogue customer within the same span of time either. Her uncle’s concern, unfortunately, was not without merit.

Very well, she said, giving the poor man a comforting pat on the arm. I’ll save you from having to pay Magistrate Hoffman in barrels of ale for any paperwork he would need to fill out if I had to beat them senseless for trying to ambush me. Tell Bran that I’ll be waiting for him in the stable.

Chapter 3

The stable was found in the southeastern corner of the Pheasant’s property, diagonally across from the back door of the inn. A spacious wooden structure that could easily house sixty horses, and it was to this hay-strewn sanctuary where Mattie had made her escape. A red chestnut mare snorted a happy welcome at her approach. The responding smile to the noise was genuine. Firestorm had been a part of Mattie’s life for nearly five years, and she considered the horse a good friend.

After checking that the immediate area was clear of any other human occupants, Mattie put her forehead against Firestorm’s. Lightly stroking the horse’s nose, the woman let out a weary sigh. Hello, girl. Your mistress has had one hell of an evening.

A brush from the nearby wall was soon put to work on the horse’s coat. A simple task that often soothed Mattie’s mind when it was whirling with both realizations and questions, some of which were currently making her want to scream in frustration. She was nineteen, damn it! She had been of age for a year and a half now, so there was no need for anyone to protect her by keeping her in the dark anymore!

Uncle Tad knows that ruffian! hissed Mattie after she found a snarl in Firestorm’s mane. She began to carefully untangle it. "And I’m guessing that stranger is the reason he would suddenly up and send me home before the dinner rush all those times in the past. Even after what happened, I still can’t figure out the real reason why! For all I know, it could be as simple as my uncle having a gut feeling that I would easily lose my temper around that hooligan. Because while I hate the fact that a part of me liked it a lot, he was still too brazen in the way he stole that kiss! I don’t care how handsome one is, it’s not right to treat a woman like that!"

Firestorm gave out an angry snort as if she agreed with that last comment. Mattie’s frustration then accumulated into a sigh. Now we have to wait for my cousin and take the slow walk home. Uncle Tad hasn’t made this request in over a year, and I was so looking forward to an evening ride.

Deciding to concentrate more on the mare’s coat than on her disappointment once the knot in Firestorm’s hair had finally given way, Mattie soon found herself humming a song that her mother had taught her as a child. Annabelle Hawksthorne had been just as stubborn as her daughter turned out to be, and Mattie still missed her after all these years. Despite her family’s pride at being able to keep their mouths shut, she still believed the woman would have been more open with her about what was truly happening in the background.

As she walked over to Firestorm’s other side, Mattie heard a soft cough from behind her. Turning her head, she saw a lone figure by the entrance. It was the black-haired girl from the tavern, standing there and shyly smiling at her.

That is a beautiful tune, the young lady said while she still fought with that head covering.

Thanks, Mattie said, continuing to brush the mare. There’s no one else in here, so you can let the wrap fall if you like.

I guess I am rather bad at wearing this, said the girl with a sigh. Thank you.

Mattie’s response was to slightly nod in her direction, and she was rewarded with a fresh smile. The girl let the wrap loosely drape about her shoulders before shaking out her hair. Mattie was a little surprised that the midnight strands were barely chin length but decided not to comment on the irregular style. The short locks made the young lady appear to be no older than twelve.

My name is Selina, the girl offered while she lowered her eyes and headed quickly towards a sleek, gray mare.

You probably know my name already.

Selina paused and lightly chuckled. Hard to forget.

The jest intended to be anything but malicious still caused a knot of shame to form in Mattie’s chest. I’m sorry you had to witness that violent scene.

Don’t worry about that, said the girl, waving a hand over her shoulder before she started to root through a saddlebag. He more than deserved to be taken down a notch anyways.

Mattie raised an eyebrow again. That was an interesting opinion to let slip to a stranger. Do you know those men?

A fleeting look of fear crossed her young face, but it disappeared into a frown. She shook her head from side to side a little too quickly. No, but he was being an ass. Everyone knows your father’s been missing for years, so what he said and did was just rude.

True.

Mattie was beginning to regret talking to this girl, so she renewed her concentration on Firestorm’s coat in hopes the stranger would go away and leave them in peace. The young lady didn’t, much to Mattie’s dismay. Actually, the girl had started to dig even more madly into the bag.

A noise of relief cut through the awkward silence before the girl began speaking again, Still, the way you handled those two was impressive! Because of that, our little group was wondering if you might be interested in a short journey. Someone who can fight like that could make sure we got to Nova Forte in one piece.

Mattie was completely caught off guard by the offer and lost her grip on the brush. It made a loud thumping noise as it hit the straw-covered floor of the stable. You want me to go with you? she asked incredulously while bending over to pick up the renegade tool. Why not someone who has made such a journey before?

A gold coin was being lightly tossed back and forth between Selina’s two hands when she approached Mattie, the girl’s face beaming with excitement. Because we don’t know any other women who can fight like you. Besides, this could be a learning experience, especially if you haven’t camped in the wilderness before. It’s only about a fortnight’s ride from here to the castle, so you could think of it as a small adventure.

Her enthusiasm was almost contagious, but Mattie couldn’t let herself get caught up in it. Thank you, but I cannot leave until I know what has become of my father.

The girl’s eyes widened in surprise when she stuttered out: You--you’ve had no word? No word at all?

Those questions stung Mattie’s heart a little bit, so the tone of her response was not kind. No, I have not.

Selina’s eyes lowered before she brokenly whispered, Mathilda, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you were still waiting on news about your father.

Mattie took a deep breath at the sudden annoyance she felt at hearing her given name again so soon after the drama it had recently caused. But Selina was young, and she was expected not to call a stranger by their nickname. The desire to scream at her for following proper decorum had to be pushed down.

Besides, it also wasn’t this poor girl’s fault that Mattie’s life has been in a constant state of turmoil all these years. Apology accepted.

Selina hesitated for a moment before forcing the golden coin into Mattie’s hand. Here. In case you change your mind about traveling.

Incredulity filled Mattie before she tried to give it back. Now this I can’t accept. You will need the funds more than I.

It’s not money, Mathilda. It’s a Commission Coin, insisted the girl with a wry grin. While struggling to get that head covering back into place, she turned to leave. We’re here until the end of the week. Please take time to think about it.

Mattie just stared at the unexpected gold in her hand before quickly snapping her head back up. Any protest died on her lips because Selina was no longer in the stable. How in the world had the girl moved that quietly and that fast?

Mattie shrugged and then gazed closer at the golden disc in her hand. Selina had been right because the markings on it matched no currency the woman knew. Menapolin’s coins followed a similar custom as other lands--one side showcased a portrait of the king while an octagonal castle was engraved into the other. Gold from the Arduenna Kingdom only differed because the features intricately carved on any given piece were a seven-star constellation or a large ash tree. The pictures on this strange disc weren’t ornate, but the shapes were unmistakable nonetheless. A large sword coupled with a bow and arrow was on one side, while there was a horse and a moneybag on the other.

The largest part of Mattie wanted to run back into the inn and immediately return this to the women. For many reasons, she had no business traveling beyond the borders of Crosshawk. Then another voice inside of her spoke, sounding out louder than what remained of her common sense. It was the inner desire in her that had always wanted to follow in her father’s footsteps, and it was telling her to give this unexpected proposition some serious consideration.

Mattie’s hand soon had a mind of its own, carefully placing the coin in a pocket before she returned most of her attention back to Firestorm’s coat.

***

Mattie, you’re being awfully quiet, said Bran as the two walked down the back roads to her family home. A precaution he had insisted upon even if he felt that the two ruffians from the tavern were a long way from Crosshawk by now. He was also carrying an unlit lantern in one hand while leading Firestorm with another, most likely to keep Mattie from riding off like she had done in the past. You’re usually talking up a storm by now.

She took a moment to glance at her favorite cousin. Though he was the one who most resembled her aunt with his red hair and fair skin, he hadn’t missed out on receiving the massive muscles her uncle had gifted to all his sons. He was only a year older than her, which had been both a blessing and a curse for the poor man. Being Mattie’s best friend had led to also being her practice partner more times than not, but at least he had received a good physical education in the deal. His ability to fight and keep his wits about him was why Bran had been entrusted to see her safely home.

He was also the most logical choice to be sent on an errand outside of the Pheasant, because this Brewer wasn’t the least bit interested in the family business. It wasn’t because Bran lacked the common sense or people skills to run a busy tavern--quite the contrary. But his heart was never happy when four walls surrounded him; many of his days were spent with the chores that kept him out in the stables or doing the repair jobs to the exterior of the inn. His presence at the busy tavern tonight was not going to be missed.

It’s just been a strange day all around, that’s all, Mattie finally said in a tone reflecting her gloomy mood. She kicked a stone out of her way and watched it skip down into a nearby ditch.

It hasn’t been the first time you lost your temper with a customer, and everyone agreed that it was warranted for once, said her cousin with a snicker. You even won Adler over tonight. I never thought he’d ever forgive you for temporarily crippling him when we were all just children.

I know, she muttered while pulling her shawl tighter around her shoulders and continuing to frown.

Bran scratched his head with the hand holding the reins, obviously confused at her strange behavior. So what’s on your mind?

Do you remember that group of women traveling alone? When Bran nodded, she continued, "I was