Chapter 24.

Kaleah and Jessica watched from the southern battlement as the ring of campfires sprang up around the castle, lighting the enemy lines as the sun vanished. There were no guards walking the watch here; Jessica had relieved them, wanting to be alone with her friend. The dark woman held her in a warm embrace as they silently surveyed the field beyond.

Jessica hummed tunelessly to herself, a contented smile turning the corners of her lips and lighting her eyes, her features radient after their love-making. It was hard for the young woman to feel any kind of fear or sense of danger, so caught up was she in the whirlwind of new and wonderful emotions that came with the consummation of her love with Kaleah. She was a little sore still, and a little tired from their afternoon of gentle but passionate love-making, but Jessica knew she had never been so happy in all her life as she was at this moment.

"I feel like I’m floating among the clouds," she sighed, her eyes half-lidded and lazy. Then she chuckled and petted the scarred arm that encircled her waist. "I don’t think I’m ever going to get tired of doing that."

Kaleah grinned. The young blonde had proven to be an energetic and vigorous lover, mixing passion with tenderness in a way that robed Kaleah of thought and reason, making her wish she could spend every waking hour paying homage to this wonderful love. "I know how you feel, but if we don’t get any rest we’re never going to break this siege."

Jess grunted, glaring at the campfires as though her ire alone could remove them. "Stupid bandits," she growled. "We could have been doing this for days now if it weren’t for that idiot Lancaster and his pet mercenary."

"Well you can’t say you’re being distracted by your desire anymore," Kaleah teased playfully. "Now that your appetite’s been sated, you can focus your energy on saving your people from this invasion."

Jess turned about and looked up into glowing sapphire eyes with a smirk. "What makes you think I’m sated?" One hand crept up under Kaleah’s shirt and roamed eagerly over still-sensitive skin, making the dark woman’s muscles twitch. "I still have quite a strong ‘appetite’, Kaleah . . . there’s no way we can fit a week’s worth of missed opportunities into one afternoon." Her fingers played along the underside of a firm breast and Kaleah gasped. Jess just raised an eyebrow. "But we can certainly try."

"Uh uh. No more of that." Kaleah gently stopped the young blonde’s explorations before they went any further. "You’re going to be sore in the morning as it is, Jess. We keep going and you won’t be able to walk properly tomorrow."

Jess pouted. "I could still do things to you," she suggested hopefully. Kaleah’s expression softened a little and she pressed her advantage. "You liked what I was doing before, didn’t you?"

"Oh, you know I did." Kaleah shivered in memory.

Nimble fingers started moving again. "Maybe you could teach me something new," the amorous blonde suggested huskily. "I’m a quick learner . . . and it’s always a good idea to practice . . . lots."

Kaleah’s desire surged anew, but she was still a little tender from the previous ravishings her young lover had subjected her too. She firmly stopped Jessica’s hands as they were about to journey into more sensitive territory, ignoring the adorable expression of thwarted lust on her partner’s face. "We can ‘practice’ all you want as soon as we defeat Gosford and his army."

Jessica sighed, but withdrew her hands from their warm nest. "Fine," she huffed, turning back around and watching the fires. "I guess play-time’s over . . . for now." She felt the vibration in the body pressed against her as Kaleah laughed a little.

"Amazing how quickly you can drop that innocent, naïve young maiden act when you want too, isn’t it?"

Jess poked the dark woman in the side. "Don’t tease," she scolded. "This is new for me . . . it’s understandable that I want to explore it more fully."

"I know." Kaleah kissed her lover’s disheveled hair affectionately. "And I want us to have more time together . . . time for both of us to get used to everything that’s happened. But first, we have to figure out how to break the siege."

Jess sighed and nodded. "You’re right." Taking a deep breath, Jessica assumed a determined expression and concentrated on the task at hand. It was a lot easier to focus now that her body wasn’t demanding satisfaction, and she studied the enemy fires for a long moment in silence.

"Gosford’s greatest weakness is also his greatest strength," she mused aloud, intelligent eyes lighting up as her quicksilver mind attacked the problem wholeheartedly for the first time. "He’s placed all his hopes on the bandits he’s recruited through the winter."

"You said we can’t fight against his numbers," Kaleah reminded her.

"True, we can’t. But even though Gosford’s army is big, it lacks discipline. Bandits have short attention spans; he must have promised to pay them with loot from the castle and villages once they help him win. If he doesn’t deliver that loot fairly soon, the raiders are bound to get restless and start making trouble." She cocked her head thoughtfully. "Lancaster obviously gave him a few dozen of his own cavalry troops to help keep everyone in line, but I wonder how long he can maintain his authority."

"Why isn’t he just attacking the castle directly?"

Jess shook her head. "We hold a strong position here," she explained. "Our archers would cut them to pieces, and it would take a heavily shielded battering ram to even make a dent in the portcullis. Easier to wait us out . . . we haven’t enough food to last long."

"And with your father no longer leading them, the soldier’s are demoralized."

"Exactly." Jessica’s eyes narrowed suddenly as a new thought occurred. "Kaleah, do you remember when Gosford sent his terms for surrender?"

"Umm . . . sure, why?"

"Do you remember who he addressed those terms too?"

"Yeah, they were for your . . . father." Kaleah realized what her friend was getting at. "Why would Gosford address negotiations to your father if he knew Sir Richard was poisoned?"

"Unless he didn’t know." Jess scowled darkly. "For that matter, why would he kidnap me?"

"You think maybe your father’s sickness is just a coincidence?"

Jess considered for a moment, then shook her head. "Grace said the fever isn’t natural. My father was poisoned alright . . . but I’m not so sure Gosford’s the man behind it."

"Then who?"

Jess shrugged. "It’s just the sort of dirty trick Sir William would pull to give him an edge." She recalled her observations of Gosford carefully. From what she’d seen, the mercenary seemed an honorable man, hardly the type to stoop to petty assassinations. "Perhaps Lancaster’s keeping his commander in the dark about some things," she mused. "Maybe he hasn’t told Gosford about poisoning my father."

"Mmmm." Kaleah’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Makes you wonder what else he’s keeping secret."

Jessica considered this new possibility for a moment, then shrugged. "It makes little difference," she concluded. "By now, Gosford must know that I’ve taken command, and from that he’d realize there was something wrong with my father. I still think our best chance to win is if we can somehow cause dissent among the bandits themselves."

Kaleah’s brows knit in confusion. "How?"

Jess shrugged. "I don’t know." An irritated sigh. "I need to know what’s going on out there. I need to know how committed the raiders are to this campaign, and how well Gosford’s keeping them in line." Her emerald eyes twinkled as a sudden thought occurred. She grinned. "I need some reconnaissance."

Kaleah saw the mischievous look in her friend’s face and, knowing Jess all too well, quickly saw where this line of thought was headed. "No," she stated firmly. "No Jess, you are not going out there!"

"You’re right." Jessica’s grin grew wider. "We’re going out there."

"Jessica, you can’t-"

"Of course I can." Jessica escaped her lover’s arms and started tugging the tall woman after her. "We’ll use the escape tunnel in the stables. It’ll bring us out to the forest and from there we can do some exploring."

"No!"

"Oh, come on!" Jess pouted. "If we’re careful we won’t be in that much danger. And we’re the only one’s who can do this; no-one else knows about the escape tunnel. This is important, Kaleah. Please?"

Kaleah tried to remain stern, but the look on Jessica’s face knocked over her defenses easily. She sighed. "Fine. But we can’t go dressed like this."

Jess gave her a quick kiss of thanks and nodded happily. "You’re absolutely right. We’ll find some old armor, and we’ll wear helmets to hide our faces. With all the people out there, no-one’ll notice a couple of strangers. The guards will be set up to stop people getting out of the castle, they won’t even be looking for spies coming from the woods. It’ll be easy."

Kaleah let herself be dragged away from the battlement by her energetic lover, smiling to herself a little.

Neither of them noticed the dull green eyes that had been watching their loving interactions with disgust from a window high in the castle. As soon as the two women disappeared into the darkness, the unseen observer turned angrily away back into her chamber, considering the best way to deal with this latest information.

Less than an hour later, Kaleah and Jessica were meandering through the encampment of their enemy, looking for all the world like just another couple of ragged bandits. Jessica managed to rummage up some old pieces of armor and a couple of helms, the mis-matched pieces of leather and mail allowing them to blend in with the other raiders perfectly.

Up close, Jessica was pleased to find that for all his skill, Gosford was having a hard time keeping his bandit army in disciplined order. It appeared the men had got hold of ale or wine at some point, and doubtless Gosford recognized it was better to let them drink than try to stop them. The raiders were split into groups that gathered around the campfires, cavalry riding between them from time to time. Drunken arguments and bawdy songs could be heard clearly as the two women made their way towards the largest tent on the field, though Jess noticed that more than half the men seemed sober and watchful.

As they neared the tent Jess assumed was Gosford’s central command post, she frowned grimly, seeing guards posted at the entrance. Tugging at Kaleah’s arm, she nodded her head. "Come on. We can sneak around there, to the back."

Kaleah was alert and cautious as they moved silently around to the rear of the tent where there were no guards. She watched Jess hunker down beside the canvas wall and use her dagger to slice a small hole in the cloth. Taking a final quick look around to make sure no-one was watching them, the dark woman knelt beside her friend and they listened to the voices inside.

Inside the command tent, Frederick Gosford paced angrily back and forth, glaring at the man standing stiffly before him. The man, dressed in the livery of a messenger and bearing the heraldry of Sir William, watched the mercenary with an expression of weary indulgence.

"I don’t understand why this upsets you so, sir." His tone was best described as respectfully condescending. "Surely Sir William’s actions have only made your job easier."

Gosford stopped pacing and fixed the messenger with a withering look. "I do not like surprises," he snarled. "Sir William should have consulted with me before he had Richard poisoned. Now, from what I hear, Lady Jessica has assumed command of Da’Gran’s troops!"

"So? You should be pleased! Instead of facing an experienced knight, you face a mere slip of a girl barely past her nineteenth year. I could probably best the wench!"

Now Gosford smiled thinly. "Be thankful you’ll never have the chance to test your boast," he whispered. "By poisoning Sir Richard, Lancaster has removed a dangerous but well-known and understood commander from the game-board, and replaced him with an unknown, but equally dangerous one!"

"She’s just a girl!" the messenger scoffed.

"She’s a skilled warrior who’s been fighting since she was old enough to hold a sword," Gosford snapped. "And her tutor was Sir Miles Elirist – one of the most talented knights in the whole damn country! Where Sir Richard might have seen the wisdom of surrender, Lady Jessica will not. She’s young and headstrong. She won’t be willing to give up without a fight."

"So you’ll loose a few men . . . no problem." The messenger shrugged dismisively.

Gosford snarled angrily. "The problem, you fool, is that I have no idea what Jessica is capable of. While it’s not likely, it is still possible that she could figure out a way to even the odds." His tone grew milder. "I’m not saying she can win . . . but she could make it a lot harder for us to take the castle." He stared at the messenger with sharp hazel eyes. "Return to Sir William and inform him that in future, I would like to be appraised of any action he takes that could affect what I do here."

"Yes sir." The messenger paused. "Sir, what about our man on the inside? Do you have any orders for him?"

Gosford waved his hand. "Have him removed from the castle," he ordered absently. "His presence will not be required."

"But sir-" The messenger hesitated at Gosford’s dangerously raised eyebrow. "A-are you certain that’s wise? I mean, Sir William has expended considerable effort to acquire such a valuable resource." He paused. "A traitor is a terrible thing to waste."

Gosford was adamant. "I will win this siege without such deception," he said sternly. "By now, Da’Gran’s supplies will be running low. Jessica must make her move within the next few days or her men will be too weak to fight. It’s a good thing, too; these raiders we’ve recruited have little patience for waiting." He gestured to the tent doors. "You may return to your lord."

The messenger held the gaze of the mercenary commander for a long moment, then sighed and left the tent. Gosford returned to studying his maps . . . not noticing the small hole in the back of the tent, nor the twin shadows that retreated furtively back into the night.

"A traitor in the castle! So that’s how my father was poisoned!" Jessica’s quicksilver mind hurriedly processed this new information, then set to work trying to determine how she might make use of it.

"Who could it be?" Kaleah asked, her long legs struggling a little to match the excited pace her companion set as they headed back to the forest. "Your father’s men seem so loyal."

"Mmm . . . I’d have thought so too, but most men can be bought for the right price." Jessica considered for a moment, then sighed. "It could be anyone. Most of the common soldiers could have slipped him poison with little trouble."

"And if Gosford’s pulling the man out anyway, I don’t suppose we have much chance of catching whoever it is, huh?"

Jess shook her head regretfully. "I guess not."

They reached the cleverly concealed entrance to the escape tunnel and slipped into the cool, moist darkness, lighting a small torch to guide their way. Kaleah smiled a little. "At least Gosford respects your abilities," she remarked teasingly. "That’s a point in his favor."

"But against us," Jess observed. "I’d rather he thought I was stupid and ignorant – he’d be more likely to underestimate me and make a mistake. Now I have to defeat an enemy who’ll be watchful and wary."

"Hmmm, I hadn’t thought of it that way." Kaleah frowned. "So . . . we know how your father was poisoned, and we know that Gosford wasn’t a part of it. We know the raiders are getting bored and want to end this thing quickly." She studied her friend in the dim light of the torch. "How do we use this information to win?"

Jessica sighed heavily. "I don’t know," she admitted. "But I need a plan in the next day or two, or like Gosford says, the men will be too weak to be of any use."

Kaleah was silent, considering things a moment. "Jess?"

"Hmm?"

"You said before that Gosford would have promised to pay the raiders with loot from the castle, right?"

"Aye, most likely. Lancaster hasn’t the wealth to pay them in advance."

"Right. So, what happens after that? I mean, assuming for the moment that Gosford takes the castle-" She ignored the indignant look Jessica shot her. "-what will he do with the raiders?"

"I guess he’d pay them from my father’s treasury, then divide them up and use them to subjugate the rest of the villages." She caught Kaleah’s puzzled expression and clarified. "Take them over."

"Mmm." Kaleah’s brows furrowed in thought. "Who’d stay in the castle then?"

Jess shrugged. "Probably the men Sir William sent to serve with Gosford. Then once everything was secured, Lancaster himself would probably pay a visit and install one of his sons as the new ruler."

Kaleah smirked wryly. "Too bad we can’t just skip ahead to that part right now, huh? With the army all split up like that, I’m sure you’d be able to take them out one by one."

Jessica stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes lighting up suddenly. Kaleah paused to look at her, seeing an extremely wicked glint in the sparkling emeralds that was mirrored in the evil grin that spread across the young woman’s face. Jess took a shivering breath. "Kaleah, you’re a genius!"

"I am?"

The radiant blonde planted a quick, searing kiss on her lovers lips. "Yes, you are. You just gave me an idea."

"I did?" The dark woman was thoroughly confused, but Jessica’s excitement was palpable. She raised an eyebrow. "And what idea might that be?"

Jess started marching rapidly down the tunnel. "Gosford has an army that we can’t defeat as things stand. We’re running out of food, and we’re running out of time. We can’t possibly hope to win this battle."

"So?"

Jess gave her a mischievous, sparkling smile. "Gosford wants this castle? Fine. We’ll give it too him." She chuckled darkly. "And then we’ll find out if he has the strength of hold on to it."

Thirty minutes and a change of clothes later, Kaleah sat on the edge of Jessica’s bed regarding the expectant blonde seriously. Jess had explained her plan quickly, and the dark woman had questioned a few points and added her own suggestions. Now she considered it carefully.

"You realize this plan could cost many peasants their lives," she said quietly. "They’ll be the ones at greatest risk."

Jess nodded. "I know that. But we can’t hope to win this without loosing a few lives. At least this way, casualties should be minimal."

"Uh huh." Kaleah paused and watched her friend’s face carefully. "You’ll be giving up a lot, too, Jess," she whispered.

Jessica smiled a little sadly. "A small sacrifice."

"It’s not a small sacrifice for you, and you know it," Kaleah protested. "Those passages have been your secret all your life, Jess. They mean a lot to you. Don’t belittle this."

The young woman sighed. "A leader must be willing to give up anything for the sake of the people. And I am." She appreciated the understanding she saw in Kaleah’s eyes, and gave the dark woman’s shoulder a squeeze. "We should go find Miles and tell him-"

"Oh, no you don’t." Kaleah grabbed the diminutive blonde and pulled her firmly into an embrace. "That can wait till morning. You need your rest if you’re going to pull this off."

"But we can-"

"Rest," Kaleah growled into a shapely ear, smiling when she felt a shiver rush through her lover’s body. "We’ll start getting everyone ready tomorrow. Right now, we sleep." Nimble fingers started pulling off Jessica’s simple tunic. "I’ve missed holding you in my arms at night."

"Mmm." Jessica moaned as the dark woman slowly undressed her, feeling fires ignite in her groin. She quickly conceded to Kaleah’s wishes and began to return the favor. Within moments the two women were wrapped around each other comfortably under the thick blankets, exchanging gentle touches and light kisses.

Jessica ran her fingers down Kaleah’s spine, smiling at the low rumble her touch inspired. "Can we . . ?"

Kaleah smiled at her lover’s eagerness but shook her head. "Like I said before, Jess, you’ll be sore in the morning as it is, and we really do need as much sleep as we can get. We’re going to be very busy tomorrow."

Jessica pouted but stilled her explorations obediently. In truth, she was a little tender in certain places. It was just that everything was so new and felt so wonderful . . . she wanted to experience the incredible pleasure of Kaleah’s love as much as possible. But for now, she admitted it was probably a better idea to behave herself. Rolling over, Jess pulled her lover’s arms around her and relaxed in the safe cocoon of the dark woman’s embrace. Taking a deep, calming breath, she couldn’t help but grin wickedly as she caught the scent that clung to the sheets. "I can still smell us," she giggled.

Kaleah smiled. "Just try not to think about it."

Jess giggled again. "That’s not easy when we’re both naked and surrounded by the scent of our lovemaking." She settled down and planted a soft kiss on Kaleah’s arm. "G’night, Kaleah."

"Mmm, night, Jess."

Overwhelmed by the long and busy day, both women were soon seduced by their exhaustion into a land of warm, vaguely sensuous dreams, content and relaxed as they held each other for the first time in many days.

The next day, Gosford watched curiously as the routine of the defenders in Da’Gran changed drastically. Where before the men had lined the walls at even spaces, now there were few soldiers visible, and those that were in sight seemed distracted and excited. Observing through a small eyeglass used more commonly by sailors than soldiers, the mercenary wondered what this change might mean.

"Something’s going on," he mused aloud to Rennard. "I don’t like this."

"Mayhap they plan to attack," the officer suggested.

Gosford considered but shook his head. "Lady Jessica knows she wouldn’t stand a chance against us. She’s not stupid enough for a frontal assault," he said firmly. His lips drew into a grim line. "Still . . . it never pays to be overprepared. Have the men ready themselves for defense, just in case."

"Aye, sir." Rennard quickly marched off, spreading the word up and down the line to the raiders, who had already noticed the strange behavior of the defenders and were talking in low, excited voices.

But no attack was launched that day. As the hours wore on, the bandit army started to get restless. Fights broke out between groups of men, and Gosford was quick to discipline his men. By sun-down, even the few soldiers who had manned the battlements of the castle had vanished. The mercenary grew more suspicious, unable to figure out what his enemy had planned. As dark fell, he ordered a double watch, and all the men slept with their weapons nearby.

Gosford was rudely awakened an hour before dawn by loud, earth-shaking explosions. For a moment he thought his assessment of Jessica was wrong; the girl had launched some kind of an attack afterall. But when he rushed outside and found his own army looking at the castle in wonder and awe he realized the truth: the explosions were coming from inside the castle walls. From where he stood, the mercenary could see plumes of orange and green smoke curling up above the unmanned battlement, lit from beyond by devilish lights. His eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"What in hell is she up too?" he pondered aloud.

The explosions lasted a few minutes, then all was still and silent in the pre-dawn darkness. Rennard joined his leader, gazing curiously at the castle. "What d’ye think that was, sir?"

Gosford shrugged. "I have no idea . . . though I rather suspect we’ll find out come light."

Rennard glanced at the bandits, who were fingering their weapons nervously and muttering among themselves. The words ‘devil-child’ and ‘sorcery’ could be heard whispered back and forth. Gosford exchanged meaningful glances with his second. "Superstitious fools," he muttered angrily, seeing fear in the faces of his troops. These bandits were savage men who were eager for battle . . . but he knew they’d run away in terror at the thought they faced an otherworldly foe. "If she hopes to scare us off with a light show," he said loudly, "that girl’s in for a rude surprise."

The men laughed at his humor, but their eyes were still turgid and troubled. Gosford gestured to the bandits. "Send word for everyone to get moving," he ordered. "We’re all awake now . . . we might as well be ready for whatever she’s got planned." He glanced at the last clouds of strange smoke. "We’ll find out more when the sun’s up."

What the light revealed, however, was about the furthest thing from what Gosford had expected.

The solid, spiked portcullis that could easily have held against the sturdiest battering ram was raised; the castle gates swung open. No defenders manned the walls or the towers. No sounds of life could be heard. Gosford and his muttering troops besieged what now appeared to be an empty castle.

"It’s a trick," the mercenary immediately concluded. "An obvious trick at that. She’s got the soldiers and knights all lying in ambush, just waiting for us to walk in." He smiled a little. "I would have expected more from the daughter of Sir Richard Da’Gran."

"What’ll we do, sir?" asked Rennard. He pointed to the bandits who were already mobilizing, anticipating that they would be attacking the castle. "We gonna take the bait?"

Gosford considered a moment, not liking this. "I would have preferred a more bloodless end to this affair, but it seems that’s not to be the case." He sighed. "So be it. The men are restless; they need to fight, and with our way now clear we can easily overwhelm whatever pitiful defenses she might have devised." He waved his hand. "Have the men assemble and prepare for close-quarter combat. When they’re in position, we take the castle. And remember . . . I want Jessica and her family taken alive if at all possible."

Rennard left and the orders were swiftly carried out, the only trouble being that none of the bandits wanted to miss out on the fun, and so fought for the front positions. When they were eventually readied, Gosford gave the command and the bandit army surged toward the open entrance, yelling war-cries and waving swords hungry for blood.

They were to be disappointed, however.

The castle was deserted. The bandits spread out immediately and searched everywhere, but while an unlucky few discovered lethal booby-traps, the only living creatures they found were the stabled horses.

In the courtyard, however, Gosford and his men discovered something strange. A gigantic, arcane symbol had been burned deeply into the earth. The acrid stench of sulfur filled the air, and a few of the men made signs of warding against evil, sensing witchcraft had been worked.

"The girl’s a devil-child!" one of the bandits shouted, pointing at the strange, mystical rune. "She magicked ‘em all away! This castle be cursed!"

Gosford snarled as many of the bandits nodded agreement, spitting on the symbol and glancing about suspiciously. "Lady Jessica is no witch!" he told them sternly. "She couldn’t have escaped past our siege!" He looked around him carefully and his voice lowered. "She’s here somewhere. She’s just hiding."

"Her and a few hundred others?" someone demanded.

Gosford’s eyes narrowed. "Damn girl’s smarter than I thought," he mused aloud. "But she’s not smart enough to hide forever! Search every room and hallway in this castle until you find them!" The men grudgingly did as ordered, glaring at the mercenary balefully. They searched every place in the fortress, from the dungeons to the look-out turret. Finding nothing, Gosford ordered a search for hidden rooms or tunnels, and after an hour was rewarded. His men discovered an ill-concealed trapdoor in one of the stables, which opened to reveal a wide escape tunnel.

Gosford glared at the mouth of the tunnel furiously a long moment, then concluded through grit teeth, "They escaped."

The mercenary took over the great hall as his command center and began to issue orders. The bandits were disgruntled; he had promised them bloodshed and loot, but so far all he had been able to give them was a pittance reward. Apparently the defenders had taken most of Sir Richard’s wealth with them. For the time being, Gosford ordered large groups of men to comb the forests in search of the vanished troops and to hunt for food. A messenger was sent back to Lancaster to tell him the castle was secured. Gosford also set up a guard along the battlements to watch for any surprises, knowing victory wasn’t likely to come without some kind of trouble. As a precaution, he collapsed the escape tunnel to prevent Jessica from using it to get back inside the fortress.

"In the morning, we divide our forces to take the other villages," he told Rennard and the main leaders of the raiding bandits. "It’s most likely Jessica will try to rally the peasants to fight with her, so expect resistance. We’ll search the forests, too. An army that size can’t stay hidden forever."

A few of the bandit leaders grumbled, and Gosford eyed them angrily. "Is there a problem?"

The bandits exchanged sullen glances before one stepped forward. "We joined this campaign cos ye promised us riches," he said angrily. "Ye promised we’d get to kill the Da’Gran soldiers!"

"And?" Gosford faced the angry man calmly. "We will find them in time. And when you have taken the villages you will have all the plunder you desire."

"No!" The man shook his head viciously. "My people grow tired of waiting! You pay us now!"

The mercenary cocked his head thoughtfully. "You’re welcome to search the castle yourself for gold, but you won’t find any," he said quietly. "I cannot pay you what I don’t have."

"Then we’re leaving this accursed castle!" the man shouted. "My men and I won’t fight fer nothin’!"

Hazel eyes narrowed and the mercenary stepped closer to the furious bandits. "You wish to be rewarded for your efforts?"

"Aye!"

A slender dagger flashed through the air in a silver arc and the bandit clutched suddenly at his throat. Blood welled between his fingers as he coughed, choked, grasping for the mercenary with feeble hands before he collapsed. The other men stepped back, eyeing their commander nervously.

Gosford wiped his dagger clean and sheathed it. His eyes studied the bandit leaders calmly. "Do any of you wish a similar reward?"

Several heads shook desperately.

"Then do as I command." Gosford nudged the dead man with his foot. "Follow my orders, and I will deliver that which was promised. Now go."

The bandits left as quickly as they could, leaving Rennard and his commander alone in the great hall.

Gosford closed his eyes and took a calming breath. He was frustrated and annoyed because of it. That slip of a girl had managed to escape him! But something wasn’t right here. He had a feeling he was missing something, he just didn’t know what it was. Jessica’s little stunt of false magic had convinced many of the gullible bandits that the castle was now somehow cursed; a simple yet effective trick. Still, it seemed strange that she would give up her position so readily.

"That girl’s not finished with this yet," he whispered half to himself, half to his second. "We may have taken the castle, but she’s out there somewhere. I can sense it." He took a deep breath and frowned. "I want her found before she has a chance to make trouble."

"I’ll order more men into the woods, sir," Rennard offered.

"Excellent. And Rennard?"

"Sir?"

Gosford gestured to the body of the raider on the floor. "Have our uncooperative friend here removed. We don’t want bloodstains marring the stonework."

"Of course, sir."

Far, far below, beneath the very foundation of castle Da’Gran, Jessica stood next to Kaleah in a vast, cavernous room filled with nervous, curious people. The great room was lit by several torches that burned in wall-mounted sconces, but the light couldn’t take away the knowledge of a hundred tones of earth and rock that hung above their heads. All the knights of her fathers court were here, along with most of the lesser soldiers, gathered around a large, rectangular table that was covered in dust and dirt. Her mother and brother stood to one side, both regarding her with sullen anger. Jess winced a little when she saw the expressions worn by Miles and Charles, knowing she had a lot of explaining to do. There was one notable absence among the gathering: Eric Grace. She knew she was going to have to explain that to the people, too. The last day and night had been wearing on the young woman; she was tired and in little mood for this talk. But she knew she couldn’t rest just yet.

As she stepped forward to address her audience, Jessica assumed what Kaleah called her ‘leader face’ – the expression and stance she modeled after her father.

"I know you all probably have a lot of questions right now," she said, her gentle yet mesmerizing voice bringing instant silence to the muttering crowd, "but before I answer them I want to thank you all for your patience. I understand that I asked a lot of you – I expected you to follow orders without taking the time to explain things. For that I’m sorry."

The young woman took a deep breath. "I know you all want to know about these hidden passages and rooms, first of all." She saw many nods from the knights who were puzzled at these mysterious secret places in their home. "I discovered them many years ago, and I suppose you could say I used them to play in. The passages run through and under the castle, and can access almost any part of Da’Gran we want to go too. There’s enough room for us all to live here comfortably for as long as we need too." She paused, her tone growing a little harder. "As for why I kept these passages a secret . . ." She glanced at Miles and Charles. ". . . I can only say that I had my reasons. I’m not going to justify myself to you people, and you don’t have the right to expect me too." Her voice dropped slightly. "My secret harmed no-one."

Lady Rose stepped forward now, eyes stormy. "And what other secrets have you kept from us, Jessica?" she demanded loudly. "What else don’t you want us to know about?"

Jessica glared at her mother coldly. "Whatever my secrets are, mother, they are mine to keep." Her eyes swept the assembly of soldiers. "I’m sure we all have things we keep private . . . things we share only with those closest too us. I don’t expect anyone here to divulge every hidden thought and feeling to me, and vice versa." Most of the knights reluctantly nodded their agreement, willing to accept this explanation for now.

Lady Rose wasn’t to be discouraged so easily. "Pretty words, Jess, but how do you think these people would feel if they did know the truth about you?"

Jessica paused now, her back stiffening. Rose was questioning her authority in front of the people she had to lead. She couldn’t let that stand. "Do you have something you wish to say, mother?" she demanded, her soft tone at odds with the steel in her eyes.

Lady Rose sniffed at her daughter in disgust. "I know all about you, Jessica," she hissed. "I know all about the things you’ve been doing with that heathen bitch!" She pointed accusingly at Kaleah. "I saw the two of you up on the battlements the other night – you with your hands all over her!"

The silence in the room suddenly grew breathless. Lady Rose smirked malevolently as Jessica’s face went deathly pale and her eyes widened. She stepped closer, enjoying the look on her daughter’s face. "I should have expected as much from you, you disgusting harlot! Whoring yourself to some foreign devil-woman! It makes me sick to think a creature like you ever came from my body!" Rose’s hand snapped up quickly, intent on delivering a hard slap to her daughter’s face.

She did not realize just how dangerous the young girl’s reflexes were.

Jessica caught her mother’s hand before it even got near her face and, with seemingly no effort at all, twisted the older woman’s body around, throwing her hard against the surface of the oak table. Rose gave a surprised squeak as Jessica slammed her hand down on the tables dusty surface – a sound which changed to a shocked cry of pain as the furious young blonde drew a dagger and, without thinking twice, drove it through her hand, pinning it to the table.

"Jessica!" Miles stepped forward to intercede, but cold green eyes froze him before he got the chance.

"NO!" Jessica’s gaze swept the room, the stunned people falling back from the fury in her gaze. When she looked at Kaleah, however, her expression softened at the look of sadness on her dark lover’s face. Jess turned back to her gasping mother, releasing her grip on the dagger and clutching for her throat. Terrified green eyes widened.

"The next time you speak a single word of malice against Kaleah," the girl whispered, "I swear I’ll find my dagger a home in your heart." She stared at her mother a long moment, unblinking. "Do you understand me?"

"You can’t-" Powerful fingers cut off her words as they tightened about her throat.

"Try me." Jessica leaned in closer. "When you try to hurt Kaleah, you hurt me. And I will defend myself with every power at my disposal, mother. Now if you have any sense at all in your head, you’ll say ‘I understand, Jessica,’ and get out of my sight."

Lady Rose swallowed hard, gasping at the fire that burned from her hand. She saw for the first time just how strong her daughter had become – how dangerous. The force of power the small girl projected was unbelievable, and there was nothing she could do against it. "I understand, Jessica," she repeated dutifully.

"Very good." Jessica released her grip on her mother’s throat and unceremoniously plucked the dagger from her hand. The older woman fell back, clutching her wounded hand to her chest. Father Grahem stepped forward with Steven and they managed to lead Lady Rose from the chamber, the minister glaring at Jessica with disgust and making the sign of the cross before he departed.

When they were gone, Jessica turned back to the faces watching her, their expressions ranging from sympathy to concern to distaste. There was no way she could deny her mother’s accusation now. She hadn’t wanted it to be this way, but had accepted long ago that loving Kaleah would eventually lead to this. She smiled a little when Kaleah stepped closer to her, offering comfort. The silence grew uncomfortable, and the young blonde faced the gathered soldiers with dignity and pride; she would never let herself feel shame for her love.

"What Kaleah and I do in private is between the two of us alone," she said softly. "Does any person here wish to dispute that?"

There was silence; a few men shook their heads.

Jessica nodded. "Good." She felt a hand reach out for her own and gratefully accepted the contact with her lover. "I don’t expect any of you to understand this, or even to agree with it. And I’m certainly not going to ask for your sanction. You can hate me, if that’s what you want. You can be disgusted by me." Her eyes hardened. "But I do expect you to follow my orders until my father has recovered strength enough to take back command." She met each man’s gaze steadily. "If any of you think that’s going to be a problem, speak now."

Another silence. No-one stepped forward.

Jess smiled a small, tired smile. "Thank you. Now, if we’re done questioning my love life" - There were a few nervous chuckles - "we can continue."

Releasing Kaleah’s hand, Jessica stepped into her role as leader easily. "The last twenty-four hours have been confusing for you all, since I haven’t had time to explain my plan in it’s entirety. The situation stands thusly: the bandit army lead by Lancaster’s mercenary commander, Frederick Gosford, has taken control of the castle." There were a few low mutterings at this point, but they ended when Jess raised her hand for silence. "I know this wasn’t the most popular decision I’ve made, but like it or not, we didn’t have a hope of defeating Gosford. Our supplies were running low, and we hadn’t the numbers to break the siege." She saw reluctant acknowledgement of the facts. "By now, Gosford will have discovered the escape tunnel that was built below the stable." She grinned. "He will have concluded that we retreated from the castle, and that the castle is his."

"If there’s an escape tunnel, why haven’t we sent for help?" demanded one of the younger knights.

"Runners were sent early yesterday morning," Jess replied. "With the head-start they have, I have every confidence that Charles’ father will hear of our plight and send reinforcements. However, they’ll take time to get here, and we must use that time as best we can.

"Gosford will almost certainly assume we have pulled back to the other villages, hoping to rally greater numbers from the peasants. That being the case, I believe he will divide his army into smaller groups and send them out to sweep away any resistance quickly. He can’t keep the raiders in the castle; they’re too unruly and hard to control. And besides, thanks to Kaleah’s idea of marking the courtyard with arcane symbols, most of them will have little desire to remain in the castle, believing it to be cursed." She smiled a thanks to her lover. "Within the next two days, the enemy will be divided into a dozen smaller groups, and the castle will be defended only by a small garrison of Lancaster’s own men."

Comprehension suddenly dawned in the faces of the gathered knights, and many of them nodded slowly, smiling when they saw where this was going. "Ye plan to wait fer that to happen, then defeat then one by one," Miles guessed.

Jess nodded. "We sent runners to warn the villagers what’s happening – with luck, they’ll be able to hold out till we can send aid. The Earl’s men will help us to mop up the stragglers, and victory will be ours." She planted her hands on her hips proudly. "All we have to do is wait a few days, and watch for our opportunity." She flashed the men a charismatic grin. "Any questions?"

There was a few moments of silence, then one of the elder knights raised his hand almost timidly. "Um . . . I heard that Sir Richard was poisoned by a traitor . . . and that the traitor is dead. Is that true?"

Jess sighed and nodded grimly. "When Kaleah and I were rigging our little magic display, we went to Eric Grace for assistance with the chemical components. We found him dead in his laboratory, apparently killed by his own hand." She pulled a scrap of parchment from her belt and held it up. "This was on the body. It reads simply, ‘I can live no longer with my betrayal. God will be my judge.’" Jessica scowled darkly, still feeling that something about Grace’s suicide seemed off. "From all appearances, my father will recover. His fever has broken, and he has been wakeful for brief periods." The relief was obvious in her tone, knowing her father was now resting comfortably in one of the hidden rooms above. She could see the men shared her relief.

"So what do we do now?" asked a soldier. "Just wait?"

She shrugged. "Patience is our greatest ally at the moment," she said. "I’ve shown Miles and Damon where to find the largest rooms. They’ll assign you a space to sleep and we’ll start a guard to watch the movements of the enemy." A full grin lit her face. "When we attack, they won’t know what hit them." She paused, waiting for any further questions. When none were forthcoming, she waved her hand. "I’ll leave you to get organized. Miles? Take over."

Taking Kaleah’s hand, Jess turned and led them from the cavernous room, sighing the minute they were out of sight.

Kaleah felt the tension drain from her young friend’s small frame and gathered her up in her arms quickly. "You alright?"

Jess shrugged. Her emotions were raw; she wasn’t sure how she felt right now. "I wasn’t expecting my mother to hit me with that," she breathed. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but they were born of stress more than despair. "I guess we’ll just have to wait and see what happens."

Kaleah sighed, feeling her lover’s pain. "I’m sorry you have to hurt because of how you feel for me."

Jess turned and smiled up at her crookedly. "It’s a small price to pay, Kaleah. I love you . . . and I knew all along that a lot of people would never accept that." A little light entered her eyes. "At least no-one’s going to try to hang either of us for the time being," she observed. "Like it or not, this plan is going to save us from almost certain defeat. Even my mother and Father Grahem couldn’t incite the people against us."

The dark woman smiled and laid a soft kiss on rumbled blonde hair. "Come on, Princess," she said. "You can show me some of these intriguing stories I’ve heard so much about."

Jess giggled, her eyes sparkling. "Mmm . . . are you sure you wanna do that? I mean, reading a bunch of erotic love stories could get me kinda worked up."

Kaleah grinned roguishly. "Oh, I’m counting on it."

The next few days dragged by slowly for the people hidden in the secret rooms. Jess knew rumors about her and Kaleah had spread quickly among the people, but she chose to ignore them. It wasn’t difficult; afterall, Jess had lived her whole life being the center of controversy. She’d never been one to go by the rules of others, her independent spirit earning her admiration from some, disapproval from others. It seemed her love for the dark barbarian woman would prove no different than every other decision she’d ever made.

Jess paused a moment as she entered her special room – the room that housed her pictures and her secret books. She and Kaleah had claimed it as their quarters for the time being, and the young blonde smiled as she found her lover lying full-length on the over-stuffed couch, her eyes closed peacefully.

Jessica took the opportunity to let her eyes linger over the long, slender body of her friend. In the last few days, this room had offered the luxury of privacy to the two women, and Jess found herself growing ever more comfortable with the intense physical dynamic their relationship had developed. Her hunger and passion for Kaleah had only grown stronger as she enthusiastically explored new ways of expressing her love and desire. Kaleah had encouraged Jessica to fully share her dreams and fantasies, helping the innocent girl to accept and understand her burgeoning sexuality. As their level of intimacy increased, so did their love, and watching her dark lover now in a rare moment of relaxation, Jessica knew their love would give them both strength in whatever future they faced.

As Jess suspected, Kaleah soon sensed her presence and sleeping azure eyes blinked open. A smile twitched the scarred lips as the former slave sat up a little and stretched. "Hey," she greeted drowsily. "Everything okay?"

"Mmhmm." Jess strolled over and straddled Kaleah’s lap happily, kissing her lover long and slowly. "Everything’s absolutely perfect."

Kaleah grinned and pulled the blonde tighter against her. "Everything?" A dark brow raised doubtfully.

Jess giggled. "Well, okay, not everything. But Gosford’s moved out nearly all the raiders and we’re about ready to attack him, my mother’s keeping out of sight, and . . ." She grinned mischievously. ". . . I’ve had a few rather timid comments from a couple of the soldiers and servants complementing my taste in women."

Sapphire eyes widened in surprise. "Really?" Knowing hands skirted playfully along the young woman’s ribcage, thumbs playing close to full breasts. "Were there any comments about the noises coming from this room late in the evenings?" she teased.

Jessica’s nostrils flared as her body quickly wakened to her lover’s touch. Still, she poked the dark woman with mock outrage. "I’m not that loud," she argued. Kaleah’s eyebrow lifted higher, and Jess blushed. "I’m not."

Kaleah smirked. "Whatever you say, Princess." In truth, the young woman was proving to be as vocal as she was energetic during their love-making; a fact Kaleah found thoroughly endearing. She decided to change the subject. "So, how’s your father doing?"

Jess shrugged. She had just been to visit her father, who she’d found sleeping comfortably. "He’s okay, I guess." She blew her bangs out of her eyes wearily, considering again the strange events surrounding his sickness.

Kaleah instantly recognized Jess was holding something back. "Is anything wrong?"

"No, it’s just . . ." Jess trailed off, not knowing how to explain her disquiet. "I just can’t understand why Grace would do something like that. It seems so . . . so illogical."

"I thought you said you never really liked him to begin with."

"I didn’t." Jess frowned. "But just cos he gave me the willies doesn’t mean it’s easy picturing him as a traitor. Something about it doesn’t seem right. Doesn’t fit."

Kaleah sat up a little straighter, pulling Jess along with her. "Like what?"

"Well . . ." Jess pondered the matter a moment. "For starters, Grace has served my family all his life. He was my grandfather’s advisor and alchemist before my father came to power. If he'd wanted to betray us, he could have picked a hundred better opportunities than this one."

"Maybe no-one ever made him a generous enough offer," Kaleah suggested.

"Maybe. But why now? He was old. He wouldn’t have had a lot of time to enjoy his rewards anyway. And Grace never seemed to care much for money or wealth. His only interest was serving my father well and working on whatever it was he worked on in his laboratory." She paused. "He was a good advisor and fair healer, even if he was a bit of a ghoul. It’s so hard to believe he could have betrayed my father."

Kaleah kissed the vexed girl gently. "Just be happy he’s gone," she said quietly. "When this is over, we can investigate things a little more if you want . . . maybe find out why he did it." Another gentle kiss, a little lower, and Kaleah grinned, feeling Jess melt against her. "When are you planning to attack Gosford and his remaining troops?"

"Uh . . . attack?" Jess quickly lost her train of thought as Kaleah set to work on her neck and chest. "Oh . . . um, I don’t – uh, don’t stop!"

Kaleah grinned. "That soon, huh?" She suckled a wildly humming pulse-point happily. "Maybe you should rethink that."

Jessica tangled her fingers in Kaleah’s dark hair, moaning. "We attack tomorrow evening," she gasped quickly, her senses focused fully on the dark woman’s sensual assault. "Kaleah?"

"Mmm?"

"I don’t really make that much noise . . . do I?"

Kaleah grinned rakishly. "Let’s find out."

Scarred lips returned to feast on fevered skin, descending along a path that quickly convinced Jess she really didn’t care one way or the other how loud she was.

Chapter 25.

Jessica listened intently to the voices she could hear echoing up through the chimney from her father’s chambers, recognizing them as belonging to Gosford and his lieutenant. She was alone in the cramped tunnel, waiting with calm excitement for the attack to begin. The grate that sealed off the chimney had been removed, and when things started to happen, Jess would have to move quickly to secure the room and take the mercenary captive. If Gosford managed to rally a defense, Jess knew her men would suffer greater casualties.

Miles had protested her wanting to take on the mercenary by herself, but Jessica had been adamant. Kaleah was positioned nearby, waiting to take out the guards to the chamber, so if Jess ran into trouble help was close at hand. One way or another, she wanted Gosford for herself.

The plan was fairly simple. Lancaster’s men were now distributed throughout the castle, their numbers few. Against Da’Gran’s better-trained and more numerous troops, they didn’t stand a chance. The trick would be making sure none of them managed to escape the castle and rally support from the divided bandit army. Therefore, Miles would lead a contingent of men too the gatehouse to take control of the portcullis, closing it and preventing escape. While the soldiers wiped out the invaders, the servants and peasants of Da’Gran would remain safely hidden in the catacombs, waiting till everything was secure. Since Lancaster’s men believed their enemy to be many miles away, Jessica had every confidence that victory would be swift and decisive.

After what seemed like hours of breathless anticipation, Jess finally heard what she’d been waiting for. The sound of a door flying open, then a panicked voice. "Sir! Forgive the interruption sir, but . . . we're under attack!"

"Attack!?" Gosford’s voice was understandable incredulous. "By who?"

"Sir Richard’s men, sir! They’ve-"

"That’s impossible!" In the darkness, Jess grinned at the disbelieving tone in the mercenary’s voice. "Lady Jessica wouldn’t be foolish enough to attack the castle."

"She’s already inside the castle, sir!" the guard reported hastily.

"What!?!" There was a sound of mail and leather rustling, then a startled squeak. "How is that possible? Where are the men?"

"The men are trying to hold them back, b-but they’re everywhere!" came the strangled voice of the guard, and now Jessica could make out the sounds of battle coming from beyond the room. The familiar tingle of adrenaline and excitement flooded through her blood, heightening her senses and making her feel dangerously alive. She took a deep breath and counseled patience, fingers toying with the pommel of her sword.

Below, Gosford cursed angrily for a moment, then apparently regained his composure. "Fine," he said softly. "Jessica may be clever, but we’ll win this still. Rennard?"

"Yessir?"

"Go find some runners if you can. We need to recall the bandits. If we’re lucky they won’t have traveled too far."

"Of course sir."

"I’ll take care of this whelp one way or another. Try to get the men to fall back to the central keep. We can defend ourselves better if we’re not out in the open."

"I’ll do what I can, sir, but you’d best hurry." Footsteps faded quickly away as Rennard and the soldier left. Jess crept forward soundlessly and slipped into the chimney, holding herself poised over the drop, waiting. A few heartbeats later came the sound of fierce fighting from just outside the room, Gosford’s started shout, and then the echo as the doors to the chamber slammed shut forcefully. Kaleah had done her job well, cutting off this section of rooms and leaving Jessica to confront Gosford in peace.

Confidant that she would not be interrupted, Jessica dropped stealthily down into the fireplace, her soft-soled boots crunching only a little in the ashes. Moving quickly, she ducked under the stone mantle and stepped into her father’s chamber, glancing about warily.

Gosford stood in front of the solid oak door, pounding on it and trying unsuccessfully to get it open. Jess grinned fully and shuffled closer, noiselessly drawing her slender rapier. When she was only a few feet away, Gosford finally sensed her presence and turned angrily, his hand flying to the hilt of his own longsword.

His eyes widened when he found the tip of Jessica’s sword flirting with the skin under his throat. Her eyes were dancing and strangely playful, and suddenly Gosford understood how this girl had gained such a formidable reputation at such a young age; her skill was matched only by her charm.

Jess smiled at the stunned expression on the mercenary’s face. "We meet again, master Gosford." Her eyes flicked warningly to where his hand still gripped his sword hilt. "You wish to test my resolve, perhaps?" A blonde brow raised curiously, her expression not at all afraid.

Gosford removed his hand and raised it away from his side.

"How did you get back into the castle?" he demanded. "We collapsed the tunnel."

"A lady can’t reveal all her secrets, master Gosford . . . can she?" Outside, the sounds of fighting could still be heard, though they were muffled by the door. "Your men are the ones outnumbered now," she observed. "We will take back my father’s castle and then destroy your ragtag bandit armies one by one."

"Impossible. Your haven’t the men." From his tone, Gosford didn’t seem convinced of his own words. Jessica’s smile never faltered.

"Maybe not right now," she agreed complacently, "but as soon as the messenger I sent to the Earl gets through, the reinforcements he sends will be more than enough to even the odds. I think when word reaches the bandits, most of them will run for the hills anyway." She eyes sparkled. "You are beaten, master Gosford. Accept it gracefully."

Suddenly, Jessica felt the hairs at the nape of her neck tingle in warning, and she sensed another presence in the room; a presence she could tell immediately did not belong to her lover.

"We’ve not lost yet," said a vaguely familiar voice. "Release the mercenary, Lady Jessica, or I’ll be forced to kill you."

Jessica struggled a moment, unable to identify the voice but knowing the threat was real. Unwilling to pull back the rapier and accept defeat, she twisted her body so she could face the intruder without releasing Gosford.

Green eyes widened in shock, and for a moment Jessica cursed herself for her own stupidity. Of course! It’s so obvious! How could I have forgotten about him! Everything fell into place as she stared past the glinting bolt of the crossbow to the intelligent, unassuming face of Senigma Wright.

Miles easily dodged the fierce but simple attack of the man facing him, then sprang forward with sudden speed and plunged his sword through the chainmail and into the soldier’s heart. Around him, Da’Gran’s warriors were pressing quickly through the enemy ranks. The attack had been unbelievably successful, beyond even what Jessica had promised, and by now Lancaster’s men were beginning to panic.

And that meant they’d be looking for a way out.

"Too the gatehouse!" Miles shouted fiercely, urging his men to move quickly on their mission, ignoring those who sought to flee so they could press on.

Their path cleared quickly and Miles lead the way across the courtyard, raising his shield to catch the few arrows that were being fired by the desperate enemy. A few of Lancaster’s men had managed to get outside the castle walls, but glancing up Miles saw Da’Gran archers taking careful aim from the battlements, dropping them before they could run far.

When they reached the gatehouse that housed the controls for raising and lowering the massive portcullis, Miles was flustered to encounter the first signs of organized resistance since the attack first started. A group of footsoldiers armed with pikes had taken up a defensive stance outside the gatehouse, their position protected by several archers armed mostly with longbows and a few crossbows. Miles saw the man beside him fall to the deadly accuracy of the archers, and he raised his sword to stop the advance.

"Down!" he called. "Find cover!"

Somewhat reluctantly the soldiers did so, breaking apart and hiding behind what small shelter there was in the open courtyard. Miles scowled at the enemy defense, searching with experienced eyes for a weakness.

"We can’t charge them, Sir Miles," observed a younger soldier. "They’ll cut us to pieces."

"Aye, but we gotta get that portcullis down." He turned and saw a few of Lancaster’s men charge into the courtyard, seeking to escape. His own men dispatched them quickly, then returned to their cover. "If the bandits’re rallied, we’ll have lost everything . . . and they won’t be fooled a second time." He frowned as he looked around, searching for anything that might help. His eyes lit up suddenly when he spied what he wanted.

"There." He pointed to the far end of the courtyard. "We use that."

The young soldier gave him a confused look. "A wagon, sir?"

"Aye." Miles grinned and began retreating, using his shield as protection. "You three . . ." He picked out three men. "Yer comin’ with us. The rest of ye stay here and keep the enemy from escapin’."

Miles led his group over to the large straw-filled wagon and inspected it briefly. "Perfect," he concluded. "You two, get on that side and start pushin’. We gotta get this lined up with the gatehouse."

The men did as ordered, not understanding but trusting to Miles’ wisdom. With some straining, they managed to maneuver the heavy wagon over to the rest of their group, who sought shelter behind it immediately.

"I need a flint ‘n a striker." Miles gestured impatiently until one of the soldier’s produced the requested items and handed them over. The old knight spared a glance towards the enemy, who appeared confused and wary of his actions. "Get behind the wagon," he ordered. "When it starts burnin’, push it hard." A few of the soldiers grinned as they realized what he was planning.

The men quickly did as ordered, and Miles expertly struck a spark into the tinder-dry straw. A flame obediently sprang to life, spreading quickly as the soldiers put their heads down and started pushing. By the time the wagon was half-way to the gatehouse it was fully ablaze and moving at unstoppable speed. The enemy, seeing the fiery destruction that hurtled towards them, broke ranks and tried to escape.

The wagon ploughed into the wooden gatehouse and instantly crashed against the stone wall behind it, causing a ball of fire to erupt outwards in a wave of heat. The wagon also managed to hit the mechanism controling the portcullis directly, smashing it to pieces and freeing the thick chain that held the gate open. With a piercing squeal of protest and a sharp crash, the heavy spiked grill slammed down, almost impaling one man who was trying to escape.

Miles and his group attacked quickly, cutting down the lightly-armored archers easily then turning to confront the tougher pikemen. Seeing that escape was now impossible and their cause was lost, the pikemen dropped their weapons and raised their arms in defeat.

"We surrender."

Miles smiled and gestured to some of his men. "Strip their weapons and armor," he ordered, "and lock ‘em somewhere they won’t make trouble." He turned to the rest of his group. "The rats won’t be fleeing this sinkin’ ship," he grinned, then held his bloody sword out. "Let’s go find us some more fun, huh?"

The soldiers cheered, and they dashed off to join their fellows in the last stages of the battle, leaving behind the blazing remains of the destroyed gatehouse.

Senigma smiled foxishly at the expression on Jessica’s face, his hands holding the crossbow a little awkwardly but steady. Jessica stepped away from Gosford, rapier still poised but now uncertain who to attack.

"I can see you’re a little surprised," the apprentice advisor observed. "I imagine at this point you’re probably kicking yourself you didn’t notice I was missing from those you managed to hide away, but don’t feel too bad. I’m upset I left Da’Gran before I got a chance to see how you pulled off such a wonderful piece of trickery."

Jessica quickly masked her shock and assumed a confidant expression. She nodded at the crossbow. "You’re not a warrior, Senigma. You haven’t the skill to use that thing."

Senigma’s smile grew wider. "From this range, Lady Jessica, even I can’t miss. Now, release the mercenary and surrender."

"You shoot me and I’ll still have the strength to kill him," Jessica stated, pressing the tip of her sword against Gosford’s throat. Her momentary fear was gone, and she almost found herself enjoying this challenging addition. "Do you really think you can command Lancaster’s men? Do you think you can give them victory?"

Senigma hesitated, uncertain, clearly not expecting this resistance. "The bandits will-"

"The bandits will run in terror when the Earl’s men arrive," Jess interrupted. "Killing me won’t change a thing." She caught a sudden movement from the corner of her eye and smiled to herself as a shadow emerged from the fireplace. Green eyes twinkled daringly as she turned back to Gosford, who seemed unprepared to make a move while his life hung in the balance. "What did Lancaster offer you for the death of my father, Senigma? Why would you betray the position of trust you stood to inherit?"

Senigma shrugged. "The winds of power were shifting, Jessica. By the time Grace had passed away, your brother would likely have risen to power." He gripped the crossbow tighter. "Do you really think an idiot like Steven could hold these lands for long? Lancaster offered wealth and the position of chief advisor and alchemist to me as soon as Da’Gran was his. I could either rise along with him, or watch as your brother ruined everything – including my future. The decision wasn’t difficult to make."

Jessica processed this explanation silently. "So you poisoned my father and killed your own teacher because you feared the future?"

"That’s right. You may be a worthy successor to your father, Lady Jessica, but unfortunately you’ll never be permitted to rule here. Only the strong or the wise survive in this world, and while you may be both, Steven is neither. I’m smart enough to see that Da’Gran must fall . . . and that – regrettably – you must die if I’m to earn the trust of my new lord."

Jessica smiled charmingly. "You’re not as smart as you think you are, Senigma."

"No?" His grip tightened on the crossbow. "I’m not the one about to be shot."

"That remains to be seen." The shadow behind Senigma stepped closer, and Jessica’s eyes narrowed. "You really think you can stop my father’s entire army? Bah! You couldn’t even kill my father when you tried to. And even if you did have some clever plan to rally the bandits again, you’re overlooking one very important thing."

"And what might that be?"

Steel flashed suddenly and Senigma felt the cold, sharp edge of a sword press firmly against his neck. A low growl came from behind him and he felt a powerful presence suddenly fill the room. Jessica’s green eyes sparkled challengingly.

"If you kill me, you’ll die too," she said very softly, winking at the angry sapphire eyes now hovering menacingly over Senigma’s shoulder. "Nice of you to join us, Kaleah."

"My pleasure," the dark woman purred.

Senigma swallowed fearfully, seeing his carefully nurtured plans suddenly falling to pieces in a matter of moments. Jessica faced Gosford again, making sure he didn’t take advantage of the distraction to make a move. "I believe we are at an impasse, Senigma. And since I hold a greater advantage than you do, I suggest you do the smart thing and surrender without a fuss."

The young man’s eyes flittered nervously to Gosford, asking for help. The mercenary shrugged, helpless with the tip of Jessica’s blade forcing his compliance. The hands that gripped the crossbow quavered. "If you harm me," he warned Kaleah, "I’ll kill her."

"What makes you think you’ll die slow enough to get that chance?"

Jess glanced back at her lover, eyes communicating a warning to be ready. Kaleah nodded her head fractionally, her sword pulling back in preparation. Senigma would act rashly in a moment; he was nervous and desperate.

Suddenly, several things happened in the space of a heartbeat: Jessica turned fully to face Senigma, her sword breaking the hold it had on Gosford, who instantly reached for his own weapon. Surprised by the sudden fearful confrontation, Senigma stumbled backward and pulled frantically at the trigger of the crossbow. Kaleah’s sword was already descending, however, ignoring flesh and blood to slice neatly through the taut string that waited to propel the bolt forward. The steel head of the crossbow snapped forward ineffectively and Senigma had just enough time to figure out his weapon was useless before Jessica slammed the ornate hilt of her sword into his temple. He crumpled to the ground like a sack of wheat, and the two women turned as one to face Gosford.

The mercenary’s eyes twitched back and forth, evaluating his options. Jessica waved her sword in tight figure-eight’s, her stance wary but confidant. "Surrender," she ordered.

"On what terms?"

A blonde brow raised. "You kidnapped me, attacked my people, and would have handed us all over to that savage brute Lancaster, and you expect terms?"

"I expect nothing I did not offer you." Gosford glanced at Kaleah, then back. "I can still do damage," he observed pointedly. "You care for this woman . . . are you prepared to risk her safety – and your own – for the sake of your pride?"

Jessica considered this and admitted Gosford had a point. If Kaleah were injured in a fight with the formidable mercenary and she could have prevented, Jess knew she’d never forgive herself. Besides, she reminded herself, Gosford had acted with honor and as a gentleman. To do otherwise in return was to behave as a barbarian. She nodded and stepped back a foot.

"Very well. These are my terms: surrender yourself peacefully and you will be held under arrest until the raiders you recruited have been dealt with and no longer pose a threat to my people. I will guarantee your well-being until that time, and then you shall be released – without your armor or weapons – outside my father’s land. You can do as you please from then, so long as you never return to Da’Gran land, or the lands of our allies." She paused. "Do you accept?"

Gosford considered a long moment. "What about him?" He pointed to Senigma.

Jess frowned. "He will be tried and executed for treason," she said. "His life is not negotiable."

Gosford shrugged. "And you swear I’ll not be harmed?"

"I swear," she promised.

"Then I agree to your terms." He flipped the sword over in his hand and held it out to her, hilt first. She took it from him, then motioned for him to raise his hands over his head.

"Kaleah, cut the rope from that crossbow and bind his hands," she instructed. Outside, the sound of fighting was dying off, and she grinned at Gosford as Kaleah roughly tied his arms behind his back. "I believe the day is ours," she said, feeling rather proud of herself. She had outwitted an enemy more experienced than herself, and she doubted that casualties would be high. "Let’s go congratulate the men, then get things moving. We still have a lot of work to do."

Kaleah grinned. "We can’t use the door," she reminded her companion. "I blocked it. Want me to go remove the chocks?"

Jess nodded. "The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can finish up for the day."

"Great. Wait here, I’ll be back in a minute." Kaleah darted over to fireplace and pulled herself up into the chimney. Jess watched her leave with a smile, then turned back to Gosford, who had suddenly gained an insight into how his enemy had evaded him. She shrugged at his curious expression.

"Simple," she said with a smile, "but it worked."

Gosford’s lips twitched into a reluctant smile, and he shook his head ruefully. "I shall never be so quick to judge things by what they appear to be," he said. "People or places."

Jess grinned dazzlingly. "That’s what most people say after meeting me."

The next fortnight was a busy one for the inhabitants of Da’Gran castle. As soon as the castle was secured and all prisoners were locked safely in the dungeons, Jessica and Kaleah led a small army of men out to start the process of wiping out the divided bandit armies. The battles were fought mostly as a series of skirmishes, and by the time the Earl’s reinforcements arrived Jessica had secured the safety of nearly half the endangered villages.

Soon, the enemy was broken and Jessica returned with Kaleah to Da’Gran, leaving the simple clean-up task to the other knights. There was much work to be done in the castle itself and in the nearby village, before the peasants could return to their lives.

Sir Richard’s strength recovered quickly, though he did not step in and take over from his daughter. As Miles pointed out to him, this campaign was hers, and she deserved to finish what she’d started. It didn’t take long for Sir Richard to learn what had happened during his sickness, or for rumors of his beloved daughter’s ‘sordid affair’ with the heathen barbarian woman to reach his ears. Jessica did not visit him often, preferring to work on rebuilding the village rather than confront her father about her relationship with Kaleah. Besides, as the days passed, Jessica discovered another thing to worry over.

Kaleah’s behavior started to change. Though the dark woman was as loving and affectionate as ever, the restlessness which so plagued her when she first came to Da’Gran returned now, and she frequently sought out the solitude of the look-out tower. Jessica suspected the changes were a reaction in part to the whispered remarks that flew among the soldiers and servants regarding their relationship. While the young blonde was accustomed to being a focus for gossip, Kaleah was not, and the rumors clearly upset her. But Jessica knew that was only part of the problem, and as the days passed she slowly realized the nature of her friend’s discomfort.

Kaleah was feeling trapped. And Jessica knew there was only one solution.

She found the dark woman sitting in her usual haunt, looking out from the central tower at the patchwork of fields and forest, playing an idle tune on her flute. An unconscious smile touched Jessica’s lips as she listened to the stirring music, and she paused a moment just to enjoy the sight of her lover as she played. She didn’t have much time, however, before Kaleah sensed her presence and turned around, already smiling.

"Hey." The dark woman pocketed the flute and held out her arms. Jessica grinned and eagerly stepped into the embrace. "I saw the messenger arrive. Word from the army?"

Jess nodded and kissed her lover. "Mmmhmm. The last of the raider armies broke apart. Most of them ran for the hills, but a few weren’t fast enough. The soldiers are pulling back, and the Earl’s men are heading home as well." She paused and let herself savor the victory a moment. "It’s over now."

"Mmm. You did a good job." Kaleah curled long fingers through strawberry-blonde hair. "This leader stuff suits you."

Jess flushed with pleasure. "Thanks." Freeing herself from Kaleah’s arms, she looked up into sapphire eyes seriously. "How are you feeling?"

Kaleah stiffened a little, then shrugged. "Fine, I guess. Why?"

The young blonde smiled knowingly and shook her head. "I’ve seen you lately," she said gently. "You’re not fine. You’re getting fidgety, like you were when we first met."

Kaleah cocked her head and grinned lasciviously, her eyes darkening. "We’re doing a lot of things now that we certainly didn’t do when we first met," she purred.

Jess shivered a little in reaction to her lover’s expression, but knew she had to stay focused. "You know what I mean Kaleah." She paused. "Do you want to talk about what’s wrong?"

For a moment, Kaleah looked almost frightened, then she shrugged. "There’s nothing to talk about."

"Oh really?"

"Really."

"Mmm." Jess pouted adorably, then gave a coy smile. "Okay. You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to. Besides, I already know what’s wrong."

A dark brow raised playfully. "Oh? Do tell."

Jessica’s small hand raised to cup Kaleah’s face tenderly, her thumb caressing the scar that marred her lips. She looked deep into melting sapphires and smiled quietly. "You want to leave this place, but you’re afraid I wouldn’t come with you."

Kaleah’s eyes widened, caught off-guard but the absolute certainty in the young woman’s voice. Then she shrugged a little and turned away. "I told you before I’d never leave you, Jess, and I meant it."

"I know that." Jess smiled. "If I wanted to stay in Da’Gran forever, you’d be by my side everyday, even though it meant being miserable for the rest of your life."

Kaleah frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. "Who said I’m miserable? I’m with you, and that’s all that matters."

"That’s not all that matters, Kaleah, and you know it." Jessica stepped closer, seeing the tension rolling off her lover as the dark woman’s defensive nature kicked in. "Do you think I could be happy knowing that staying with me in this castle made you feel uncomfortable?"

"I’m not asking you to leave this place," Kaleah snapped.

"And I’m not offering." Jessica’s eyes warmed and her nose crinkled. "We’ll leave at first light."

"Jess-"

"No." Jessica pressed a hand over her partner’s mouth, effectively silencing her. "This is what I want. I love you Kaleah. Like it or not, God made you a restless spirit; he never meant for you to be caged. If you stay here you’ll never be happy, and neither will I." She removed her hand and smiled up at her companion. "Any questions?"

Kaleah regarded the stubborn set of the young woman’s jaw and sighed. "I can’t ask you to leave your family . . . your home."

"You’re my home, Kaleah. Da’Gran is just a place of stone and wood. I’ve always dreamed of traveling too new places and meeting new people . . . I just never had the strength or the reason to leave." She took Kaleah’s hand in her own and squeezed it. "We can see the world together now."

"But what about the people here, Jess? You said you’re purpose in life is to help others."

A blonde brow raised challengingly. "Are you saying there aren’t people in need of help elsewhere in the world?" She snorted inelegantly. "The peasants here have my father and his army to take care of them. I’m sure there are plenty of others in greater need everywhere else." She grinned. "We can help them together."

Kaleah opened her mouth to argue further, then saw the playful glint in Jessica’s eyes and snapped it shut. No doubt the girl had an answer to anything she might say. Besides, when she paused to consider things, the thought of making a life with Jessica away from the judgement and condemnation of Lady Rose and those like her was suddenly very appealing. Maybe they could travel south to Spain and see De’Livier again. She could show him she had used his gift of freedom to make a worthwhile life for herself.

Jessica saw Kaleah’s expression change slightly and quickly wrapped her arms around the dark woman’s waist. "I knew you’d see things my way," she said, her voice muffled by her lover’s chest as they embraced. They pulled apart and Jessica looked up to find tears trekking down Kaleah’s cheeks. "What’s wrong?"

Kaleah shook her head. "Nothing." She sniffled a little and wiped angrily at her face. "I was just thinking how lucky I am that I found you."

Jess grinned and pulled the dark woman down for a soft, tender kiss. "If you really want too, you can thank me properly later on tonight," she growled seductively, earning a deep chuckle from her companion. Jess grabbed Kaleah’s hand and started tugging her towards the stairs. "Come on," she said. "We’ve got a lot of packing to do before tomorrow. We’ll need money, and blankets, and warm clothes . . . Oh, and we should take bows, too, if we’re going to be hunting our own food. How far is it too the ocean, anyway – I’ve always wanted to see it. Can we get the horses on a ship, cos I don’t want to be walking everywhere. And deserts, too . . . can we go to a desert? I think we should . . ."

Kaleah grinned as the excited blonde girl prattled on and on about their plans, shaking her head a little in wonder but obediently letting herself be led away.

Sir Richard looked up from his conversation with Sir Miles to find his daughter standing somewhat timidly just inside the door, seemingly reluctant to enter the great hall. He smiled immediately and waved her forward, flicking a glance behind her where Kaleah hovered like a protective shadow.

"Jessica! Nice of you to visit me." He grinned and pulled her into a fatherly embrace. "Miles was just telling me the news about the army. Congratulations are in order, child . . . you’ve won your first serious campaign." Jessica offered a slight smile, but her eyes were nervous. Sir Richard pulled back seeing his daughter’s expression, and his smile vanished as he interpreted it’s meaning. Clearing his throat he glanced again at Kaleah, who seemed unsure of how welcome she was. "You’re leaving?"

Jessica swallowed, her eyes already tearing up, but she nodded. "In the morning . . . come first light." Her voice broke a little. "I’m sorry-"

He waved her away. "No need to apologize, Jess," he said gruffly. "I’ve heard the things your mother and Father Grahem have been saying about you." He scowled darkly. "Though I suppose you knew the consequences when you first" – he motioned vaguely between the two women – "went into this thing."

Jess snuffled a little, but nodded. "And I wouldn’t change a thing I did had I known it would lead to this," she said softly. "Are . . . are you mad at me?"

Sir Richard couldn’t help but smile, hearing for the first time in many years the uncertain, childish tremor in his daughter’s voice – fear that she had disappointed him. He shook his head and patted Jessica’s disheveled blonde hair affectionately. "Never, child. I’m proud as I ever was to have you as my daughter." He cocked his head thoughtfully and studied his beloved daughter’s face seriously. "I taught you to live by your heart, Jess, and I’d never love you less just because some things aren’t as I might prefer them to be."

Jessica glanced back at Kaleah and motioned her forward. Taking the dark woman’s hand, she faced her father and Miles resolutely. "I’ve found someone who loves me, and who I love in return. What more could you want for me?"

Sir Richard blushed a little seeing Jessica’s open affection for the dark woman in the simple gesture. "Well . . . grandchildren might have been nice."

Jess grinned mischievously and nudged Kaleah. "We’re trying our hardest, but I wouldn’t hold your breath waiting." Her father’s blush grew deeper and she couldn’t help but laugh at his mortified expression.

Miles laughed as well and clapped Sir Richard on the back. "Guess she couldn’t stay a child forever, could she?"

Richard coughed, regaining his composure. "I suppose not." He grew serous. "Where will you go?"

Jess shrugged. "Everywhere. There’s a lot of world out there to see."

"Will you . . ." Sir Richard hesitated. "Will you ever come back?"

"I don’t know," she admitted softly, not wanting to offer false hope. "I’d like to."

Richard nodded, understanding. "You’ll at least send word when you get the chance, won’t you? Just so I know you’re alright?"

She nodded. "I’m sure we’ll settle someplace for awhile," she said. "I’ll let you know how we’re doing."

"I’d like that." Richard turned to Kaleah. He had to admit, the former slave was an impressive figure. It was understandable that Jessica had been drawn to her. She had a sense of overwhelming presence much like his daughter possessed – only more savage, untamed. "You make sure you take care of her, child," he growled. "Keep her safe."

"I’ll guard her life with my own, my lord," she promised solemnly.

Jessica turned to Miles, unable to stop her tears from falling. The old knight smiled warmly at the sadness in her eyes and wrapped his arms around her. "I’ll miss ye, lass," he said softly.

"And I you." She choked back a sob, not wanting to ruin the moment. "I’ll never forget everything you taught me, Miles."

"I know, lass." He lifted her chin and gently wiped away her tears. Jessica had been as much his child as she had ever been Richard’s, and his heart ached thinking how empty the castle would seem without her. "Don’t cry, Jess. Ah always knew this day would come."

"You did?"

"Aye." He smiled shakily. "Yer one a God’s special people, lass. It’s a selfish thing to keep ye locked away from the world. The time’s come for you to share yer light with others . . . so ye kin touch their lives and make ‘em better." He ruffled her hair teasingly. "It’s what ye were born for, Jess: to make the world a better place for everyone." He paused, grey eyes warm with love. "You’ve made me a proud man, just to watch ye grow into the woman ye’ve become."

Jessica blushed under his praise. "Thank you."

He turned to Kaleah. "And you . . ." He grinned crookedly. "Ah doubt I could’ve picked a better mate fer Jessica. My only regret is that I won’t get to see ye become the creature I know you’ll grow into." He shook his head ruefully. "Given a year or two, Kaleah, I reckon yer skill with a blade’ll be a wonder to behold."

Kaleah smiled shyly. "Thank you, Miles." She stepped forward and offered him her hand. He clasped it solemnly. "And thank you for everything you’ve done for Jessica."

Sir Richard cleared his throat and Jessica turned to him. "Do you want me to tell your mother," he asked hesitantly, "or do you . . ."

She shook her head, her eyes hardening. "No," she said firmly. "I need to do it myself."

Leaving Kaleah in her room to finish packing, Jessica went in search of her mother. She found Lady Rose in her sitting room, Steven in attendance as usual. Rose scowled darkly when Jessica entered the elegantly appointed suite, not even trying to hide her disgust. Steven’s expression was almost a mirror image of his mother’s.

"What do you want?"

Jessica braced herself mentally, not wanting to be hurt by her mothers disapproval but feeling the sting of rejection nonetheless. It was a pain that quickly raised her anger, however, and she faced the older woman without shame.

"Kaleah and I will be leaving Da’Gran at first light," she stated calmly.

Lady Rose sniffed disdainfully. "Good riddance." Her dull green eyes were cold and venomous, though Jessica could see the slight fear that lurked deep within. "If you expect me to say I’ll be sorry to see you gone, you’re wasting your time coming here. As far as I’m concerned, you and that barbarian whore belong out in the wilds with the rest of the savages."

Jessica’s eyes flared instantly. "Be careful, mother," she said softly. "You’re forgetting my warning very quickly." She glanced pointedly to Rose’s still-bandaged hand. Rose glared back at her, but was clearly daunted. Steven, however, had not the intelligence to remain silent.

"Get out," the young man snapped, planting himself boldly in front of his mother. "You don’t belong here among decent people!"

Jessica’s eyes narrowed hatefully and she took a step closer, using her height to good advantage over her younger sibling. "Decent people like you?" she asked, her lip curling in a sneer. "I’d rather keep company with the lowest peasant than with people as stupid as you, brother."

Steven glared back at her, undaunted. "This castle will be better without you fouling it with your perversion."

Emerald eyes blazed warningly and Jessica fingered her dagger, tempted to teach her brother some manners. "You’re a fool."

"Bah! I’m not afraid of you, Jessica."

The young blonde’s hand snapped up suddenly and grabbed Steven about the throat. He gave a startled squeak and clawed futilely at her fingers, but Jessica was far stronger than he would ever be. She brought his face close to her own and whispered, "Some day, brother, I may return. And when I do, you’d better pray I find these lands and their people are healthy and well. If I don’t . . ." She smiled wickedly. "If I don’t, you can be sure I’ll teach you to fear me."

Releasing him suddenly, Jess gave her brother a little push and sent him falling backward into one of the sitting chairs. Steven gasped and rubbed his throat, but was smart enough to realize it would be stupid to retaliate. Jessica glared at her family for a moment, then sighed. "By this time tomorrow," she said softly, "Kaleah and I will be far away from you and all your simple-minded ignorance and selfish bigotry. I’ll be glad to be rid of you."

With that, Jessica turned her back on them and left, closing the door quietly behind her.

Epilogue.

Word somehow spread through the castle that Jessica was leaving, and in the morning there were many present to watch her departure. From among the soldiers, the servants and the common people, the walls of Da’Gran were filled with those either wanting to bid farewell to the two women, or making certain they were gone for good.

Jessica accepted hugs and kisses on the cheek from dozens of well-wishers, stoically ignoring the few eyes that watched her with scorn. The display of gratitude and love touched the sensitive young woman deeply, and she promised she would try to return some day, if only for a visit.

By the time she was done with her farewells, the sun had well and truly cleared the horizon and Jessica mounted Andromeda gracefully, settling herself somewhat awkwardly over the supplies she had packed. Kaleah rode the chestnut gelding she’d been practicing on, her horse similarly weighed down with provisions. With many backward glances, the two rode out through the repaired gateway, Jessica’s face streaked with tears but smiling through the sorrow.

When the castle was just a distant grey shape far behind them Kaleah reached out to her lover, stroking her thigh soothingly. "You don’t have to do this," she whispered.

Jessica snuffled a little and wiped at her eyes. "I told you, Kaleah, this is what I want to do." She smiled radiantly and took a deep breath. "It’s just a little hard to say goodbye to my father and Miles."

Kaleah nodded, understanding. "We’ll be stopping to visit Charles," she observed. They had decided to pay a visit to the young lord since it was on their way. "We can spend a few days there if you like."

"I’d like that," Jess said. "But not too long, huh? I want to see the ocean, remember?"

Kaleah chuckled. "I know." Jessica’s excitement was contagious, and the dark woman was easily caught up in her enthusiasm. She cocked an eyebrow curiously. "Just how far have you actually been from Da’Gran?"

Jess shrugged. "I’ve visited Charles twice," she said, "and I’ve been through a few of the other villages on my father’s land when we were fighting near the borders but . . . that’s about it."

Kaleah’s eyes widened. "You’re joking?"

"Nope." Jess grinned sheepishly. "All the traveling I’ve ever done has been through the stories I’ve read." She frowned a little sadly. "I’m gonna miss all my books and scrolls." There hadn’t been a way to carry them with her, so most of her treasured possessions had remained at the castle. Sir Richard had promised never to throw them away.

Kaleah patted the young blonde on the shoulder. "We’ll get to hear all kinds of stories on the road," she promised. "There are places in cities where people go to listen to tales and songs all the time."

Jessica’s face lightened immediately. "Really?" She considered that and grinned. "That sounds like fun. Although," she chuckled, "I’m sure gonna miss that bathing chamber."

Kaleah’s eyes darkened with desire. "Me, too."

They held each other’s eyes a moment longer, then laughed. Suddenly Jessica grinned again and started rummaging through one of the sacks tied to Andromeda’s saddle. "Oh, I almost forgot!" She pulled out a thick piece of dark parchment and handed it to Kaleah. "I was going through Grace’s things the other day and I found this."

Kaleah unrolled the parchment and studied it curiously. Her eyes widened. "That looks like my tattoo!" she gasped.

"Uh huh. I let Grace take a copy of it – he said he wanted to study its design." She reached over and pointed out a scrawl of notes on the parchment. "See here . . . Grace thinks the tattoo is some kind of writing used in the far South – though he couldn’t find anything quite like what you’re marked with. It seems that particular writing style was lost hundreds of years ago." She smiled excitedly. "Makes me kinda curious as to how you ended up with such a design."

Kaleah slowly read through Grace’s neatly scrawled comments, her lips sounding out the letters silently. She glanced up when she was done. "You think . . . maybe we could journey south?"

Jess grinned. "Of course. I thought we’d find a boat to take over too France, and we can travel down into Spain first – I want to meet the wonderful man who set you free. Then, if things look okay, we can keep going south and try to find where you came from." She paused a little, watching Kaleah’s face carefully. "We could look for your homeland."

Kaleah considered this idea. She could barely remember anything about her life as a child; knew nothing of her origins. But now, she suddenly realized that she very much wanted to know more . . . to perhaps reclaim a part of her heritage that had been stripped away so long ago.

"I’d like that," she said softly. "We can look together."

Jess grinned, her eyes flashing in the early-morning light like twin emeralds, her tears already forgotten.

"Together."

Smiling and laughing, the two women rode side-by-side down the rutted, meandering track, discussing their plans excitedly as they left behind the fields of Da’Gran, heading into an uncertain future they knew they would face as one.

Well, that’s that. I hope you’ve enjoyed my story, and I thank those who have taken the time to email me with feedback. It’s very much appreciated. Will there be a sequel? I think so. I’ve got a few ideas for one that I’m still tossing around in my head. . . but I’m afraid it might be a while. I’ve already started writing two other Uber stories, and there’re so many other characters I’ve had living in my head for so long now that I want to take the time to let them out. Still, if there’s anything you can think of that you’d like to see in Jessica and Kaleah’s future, please don’t hesitate to tell me about it. I could always use a few extra suggestions.

I think the last time I counted, I had about ten story ideas for new Ubers…I figure that should keep me going a while. Look for more of my work in the future.

Thanks a lot for taking the journey.

Amber.