"They killed no one here."
"By purest chance."
"They were led by an evil man who is now dead."
"Aye, and if I turn them loose, they'll soon find themselves another such master to serve. That is their nature."
Clare stared at him, shaken by the implacable expression on his face.
"My lord, I cannot abide the thought of so many terrible deaths taking place on this isle. You cannot do it."
Gareth hesitated. "I suppose I could have them sent to Seabern. Sir Nicholas will likely not mind seeing to the matter."
Clare pounded the bedding with clenched fists. "That is not the point.
The point is, I do not want them all to hang."
Gareth made an obvious bid for his patience. "We agreed that we each had our responsibilities as lord and lady of this manor."
"Aye, but?"
"You must allow me to carry out my duties, madam."
"Surely you do not need to hang them. There are alternatives."
"What alternatives?"
"You can banish them," she suggested swiftly. "Make them swear to abjure the territory. They would not dare to return."
"Clare?"
"They fear you, sir. They believe you to be more powerful than Lucretius de Valemont."
"Mayhap they would not be of much concern to us in the future," Gareth conceded, "but declaring them outlaws and sending them away only serves to make them someone else's problem."
"Gareth, I will not have seven bodies twisting in the breeze of Desire, and that is final."
"Nay, madam. In this matter, my decision is final."
"We shall see about that." Clare swept up the quilt and wrapped it around herself. She slid off the edge of the bed.
"Where the devil do you think you are going, wife?"
"I am going to sleep in the wardrobe until you grant me the boon I have asked of you, my lord."
Wearing the quilt like an overlong cloak, Clare spun on her heel and stalked across the bedchamber into the wardrobe.
19
"The devil, they are all so young," Gareth tnut-"tered. "Not a one of them is above nineteen years." He surveyed the faces of Lucretius's four surviving knights as they were led into the hall for questioning. "Why did that damned magician have to choose boys to carry out his plans?"
"They are not boys, they are men." Ulrich shrugged. "And you know the answer to your question as well as I do."
"Aye." Gareth braced his elbow on the arm of the heavy oak chair and rested his chin on the heel of his hand. He never relished this aspect of the business. "Young men of that age are easier to control and more easily impressed than are their elders. They do not question commands.
Or a magician's tricks."
"De Valemont no doubt used a combination of terror and promises of knighthood and a fortune to lure them into his service. Tis an old and much-proven technique for recruiting young men."
"My lady wife wishes me to show mercy." Gareth gazed moodily at the prisoners. "She has bid me set them free."
"So I have heard. Indeed, my lord, the entire hall is aware of Lady Clare's, ah, request."
"I knew she would not be able to keep the matter private."
"I believe the rumors started when a serving maid found Lady Clare asleep in the wardrobe this morning."
Gareth tapped his forefinger against his set jaw and said nothing.
Ulrich politely cleared his throat. "Mayhap your gentle lady feels sorry for these men because they are not much older than Dalian. I'm surprised she feels equally charitable toward the would-be thieves we caught at the harbor, however. There is no denying they are a seasoned lot."
"She would have me banish them all and bid them good fortune in their next endeavors."
"Women are inclined to be softhearted, especially those who have not had much experience with violence."
"She says she does not want Abbess Helen to arrive on our fair isle to find seven corpses twisting in the scented breezes."
"Something tells me our lady abbess has seen worse in her time," Ulrich murmured.
"True. In any event, if we get on with the matter, we can be rid of the corpses before the abbess arrives." Gareth watched the four knights come to a halt in front of his chair.
They were not only young, they were scared and trying hard to conceal the fear behind masks of stoic defiance. Gareth nodded once to the guards, who stepped back a pace. Then he looked straight at the eldest of the young men.
"You. What is'your name?"
"Sir Robert."
"Where is your hall?"
Robert hesitated and then shrugged. "I do not have a hall now that Lord Lucretius is dead."
"You have no family?"
"Nay, my lord."
"Your parents?"
Robert looked puzzled by the line of questioning. "I never knew my father. My mother died at my birth."
Gareth glanced at the next young knight. "And you? What is your name?
Where is your family's hall?"
"My name is John." There was a slight tremor in John's voice. He took a deep breath and managed to control it. "I was the magician's sworn man.
Now that he is dead, I do not have a hall."
"I believe I see a pattern here," Ulrich said softly.
"Aye." Gareth looked at the remaining two knights. "Do either of you have families? A hall?"
Both shook their heads.
"If it pleases you, my lord." Robert took a single step forward.
Gareth glanced at him. "What is it?"
"None of us has any relatives or friends who will ransom us. All that we possess was given to us by the magician. Our armor and our swords are the only things of value that we own." Robert's mouth was a tight, grim line. His eyes held fierce pride as well as fear. "And you have already stripped them from us. You may as well get on with the hanging."
"In good time, Sir Robert, in good time. Death always comes soon enough for most." Gareth motioned for the guards to take the knights back to their makeshift prison.
Ulrich clasped his hands behind his back and waited until the hall was empty once more. Then he looked at Gareth. "Do you wish to question the bowmen we caught at the harbor, my lord?"
"Nay. There is nothing new to be learned from them. They are typical of their kind. Freebooters who hired themselves out to the magician on the promise of easy plunder."
"Masterless men."
"Aye." Gareth got to his feet. "Men without villages or families."
"Such men are always dangerous. Best to hang them quickly and be done with it."
"Aye." Gareth walked to a nearby table where he had spread out an assortment of items that he and Dalian had discovered in Lucretius de Valemont's cloak. "Have you seen this yet, Ulrich?"
"Nay." Ulrich crossed to the table. He looked down at the handful of tiny slivers of metal floating in a bowl of water. "What are they?"
"Dalian tells me that de Valemont called them his iron fish. Watch."
Gareth dipped a finger into the water and spun the small iron slivers in a circle. When the water settled, so did the iron fish. "Notice that they are pointing in the same direction in which they pointed before I disturbed the water."
Ulrich frowned. "What of it?"
"They are pointing north, my friend. Always north. It is the mysterious device the magician used to guide his hired thieves to the isle in the fog. He would have used it again to make his escape."
"Iron fish?"
"I heard of such a few years ago," Gareth said. "I read about them again in Sir Humphrey's book. But this is the first time I have actually seen a device that uses them.
Amazing, is it not?"
"Aye." Ulrich stabbed a finger into the water and ruffled the surface of the liquid. He watched, fascinated, as the slivers realigned themselves. "Most interesting."