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    A Knight To Remember
    A Knight To Remember
    A Knight To Remember
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    A Knight To Remember

    By Therese A Kraemer

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    In the sixteenth century, Raven De Veaux is escorting a young prince home to take his rightful place on the throne.
    During a raging storm he is hit by lightning, experiencing an outer body transformation.
    His body is slammed to the ground where he lays unconscious.
    In the year 2090, Princess Alphonsine Zyronk is beamed down to the planet Earth when her craft is damaged.
    She loses conscientiousness and opens her eyes to discover a strange man lying beside her.
    She explains that she’s from the future and tells him that she must return to her time when her craft returns.
    But when the time comes, Raven refuses to let her go and he is accidently beamed up with Alphonsine into the future.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSpangaloo Publishing
    Release dateJun 19, 2014
    ISBN9781498974455
    A Knight To Remember
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    Therese A Kraemer

    Because I am dyslexic, I find writing a challenge, but my love of writing has inspired me to write more than sixty children’s stories, over two hundred poems and thirty-seven Romance Novels. I have also illustrated two story books used by primary teachers and students as a part of a vocal hygiene program at University of Arizona’s Department of Speech and Hearing Sciences.My credits also include four stories published by McFadden Publishing Co. in NYC. I wrote, illustrated and published two books of poetry used as fund-raisers by the Leukemia and Multiple Sclerosis organizations. I wrote illustrated and published in one book, forty-two children’s stories.I had an exhibition at the King Center for the Performing Arts in Melbourne, Fl of my pen and ink drawings of animals. Recently, I have had three E-Book Romance Novels and a book of short stories published on the Spangaloo.Com website and another on the Smashwords.Com website. I make my home in Melbourne, Florida where I continue to write and illustrate

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      A Knight To Remember - Therese A Kraemer

      A KNIGHT TO REMEMBER

      Thérèse A. Kraemer

      Copyright Therese A. Kraemer 2014

      Published by Spangaloo

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      This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, incidents, and places are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, people, or events is purely coincidental

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      Editors Note:

      Many characters in this book have accents and or different speech patterns. The author has attempted to illustrate this phonically. These are not spelling errors.

      Contents

      One

      Two

      Three

      Four

      Five

      Six

      Seven

      Eight

      Nine

      Ten

      Eleven

      Twelve

      Thirteen

      Fourteen

      Fifteen

      Sixteen

      Seventeen

      Eighteen

      Nineteen

      Twenty

      Twenty-One

      Twenty-Two

      Twenty-Three

      Twenty-Four

      Twenty-Five

      Epilogue

      One

      It was a glorious England day for living thought Sir Raven De Veaux as he and his men-at-arms trotted through Talon Forest to King Fredrick’s castle. They were escorting Prince Gustave home to take his rightful place on the throne. It was a bittersweet moment for Raven because in order for his beloved prince to reign, the king had to die.

      Prince Gustave, only sixteen, had been in hiding since 1521 AD, living deep in the forest with his aunt. Now that the king was ailing, not expected to live much longer, Raven had been summoned to bring the king’s only child home. He had mixed feelings since he had had a hand in rearing the child since birth. He had only been on here for seventeen years, a mere youth, but he had the wisdom of a mature man when he had taken over the responsibility of the safety of an infant. Now thirty-three years of age, besides his wisdom, he had the strength of two men.

      It did not hurt to be in King Fredrick’s favor when he had slain a lion that had wandered down from a mountain. ‘Twas about to attack the pregnant queen as she and her servants were gathering herbs just outside the castle walls. His arms were badly clawed, but Raven was cared for and in his convalescing, the queen grew to love him. He was knighted for his bravery and made captain of the king’s army.  Raven and his men guarded Prince Gustave and the prince was like a younger brother to him. He had tutored the boy in numbers and letters as well as self-defense. Gustave’s aunt Vesta believed that a prince should not endanger himself in the art of fencing at an early age but Raven insisted.

      ’Tis only a wooden sword, milady, Raven would remind Vesta and laugh at her nail biting habit. Verily, naught would happen, he had insisted numerous times.

      Aunt Vesta would poo-poo and tsk, tsk him repeatedly but kept her cursing to a minimum until the prince was given a real sword at the age of eight. Then, and only then, did the woman become hysterical and swear, raising holly hell and making Raven’s ears blister. But alas,  ’twould do no good, and she would have to watch, claiming that her heart beat wildly in her breast.

      Steel against steel, the prince would try to best Raven, but he was the teacher and he proved to be unbeatable. By the time Prince Gustave was ten, he had learned many tricks to unarm any opponent Raven matched him with. Although the boy was still unable to get the better of him, this did not frustrate or deter the lad into giving up. By the time the prince turned sixteen, he was almost as good as Raven. Now the only reason ’twas necessary for the prince to be concealed all those years was because his Uncle Wulfric. The man would like nothing better than to see his nephew slaughtered so he could claim the crown for himself. That was the danger that had been plaguing Raven for all those years.

      It was yestermorn when he received a message that the king was dying. He had to tell both the prince and the woman who raised the boy the news. He was not sure how either would take it. He hoped the prince would be happy to go home, and to see his sire, if only for a short time. Raven knew Vesta would not take it lightly, although she knew sooner or later that this day would come. Raising a child for sixteen years is not easy for Vesta, especially one who loves the prince as her own. He decided to tell her first. As he suspected she paled and sat clutching her bosom.

      After a few cups of Meade, Vesta dried her eyes and asked, Have ye told the prince?

      He gulped down the last of his ale and frowned. Nay, I thought ’tis best I inform ye first. I do nae know how the lad will take leaving here. ‘Tis the only home he has ever known. He looked into the goblet as if he was reading a message at the bottom. I think he will be confused.

      Aye, replied Vesta. ’Twas nae the life for a boy, especially a prince, that he should be raised in the bowls of the forest, and away from lads his own age. Although I am sad, maybe ‘tis best he go home to his roots. The old woman wiped away another tear.

      Raven stood and kissed her wrinkled cheek. I will send the prince to ye after I give him the news. I can see ye are nae happy, my prince," Raven voiced the obvious.

      Gustave shrugged his small shoulders. I do nae feel anything but uncertainty but I had feared this day for a long time, my friend. I do know that I do nae want to be king, or leave here and my aunt. What do I know about ruling over subjects?

      Tis understandable, my prince, but ye have a duty. I will be by ye side as long as ye need my service as a tutor and friend.

      Thank ye.

      Raven stood by as Vesta kissed the prince goodbye, her grey eyes filled water. His prince’s aunt loved the boy as her own, and had nursed him as a babe from the moment Raven placed the infant into her arms. Only two weeks had passed since her own babe had died and her breasts were heavy with milk.

      I love ye mother Vesta, the prince had declared as they prepared to leave. I shall miss ye terribly. I wish ye could journey with us, he said, his own eyes wet.

      Vesta sighed sadly and declared, Now Prince Gustave ye are a young man on your way to take your rightful place on the throne. Ye will make a great king, besides; I am too old to make the trip. My health is no longer what it used to be. Ye are a man now and ye will have great responsibilities to keep ye busy.

      She loosened his grip and smiled wanly. Ye will be in my heart and mind daily, my sweet boy. Remember I love ye as if ye were of my own flesh and blood. Raven will see that ye are escorted safely to your father’s castle. Be brave and live well. She kissed his cheek, God speed. Before she lost all her composure and will power not to cling to the boy, she turned and entered her humble home.

      The prince mounted his horse, wiping away tears. Raven saw Gustave’s raw emotion and looked away so as not to embarrass the young man. He said his goodbyes to Vesta earlier and sadness for the woman and child lay heavy in his heart. He remembered the loss of his own mother, but this parting could not be helped. Squaring his shoulders, Raven raised his hand and turned slightly on his war horse Samson, to speak with his ward; his steed side-stepped and snorted. The animal was much larger than the average horse. Big and mean, bred specifically for war, and Raven trusted Samson with his life, more so than any friend.

      They traveled for about two hours when Raven signaled for his men to stop, noticing that the prince was shuddering. Hoping to comfort the lad, Raven said, Prince Gustave, ye will make a grand king. The prince looked concerned, an expression that had been plastered on his countenance for the past week, once he had learned of his going home. Home to a kingdom he had never seen and a father he had never met.

      He smiled wryly. Raven, think you? I am nae too sure of this myself.

      Raven touched the boy’s sleeve. Remember, I will always be by your side. Ye are a smart lad; ye will mature and lead your people as it should be. Your subjects will love ye as they do your father. I am sorry that ye never got to know your sire but as ye know, your uncle tried to kill ye when ye were in the cradle and your mother gave her life to protect ye.

      Prince Gustave sighed. Why had father not thrown his brother into the dungeon?

      Raven shook his head negatively. We had no real proof, only suspicions. After your mother was found with her body over yours and a knife in her back, your uncle fled. But if ye should come to any harm, he will surely return to claim the throne. He had a son two years your senior and they are the only other relatives and heirs to the kingdom. ‘Tis rumored that your cousin is as bad as his father. At eighteen, ‘tis said that he raped and murdered a young maiden of thirteen.

      Prince Gustave’s shoulders slouched and he murmured, Wouldst that I was a mere commoner. I liked living in the forest with Vesta and ye. I am frightened that I shant be a good king. 

      Raven did not know what else to say to comfort the boy. He saw the prince’s eyes had a faraway look in them and his expression was tight with strain. Ye will be fine, I promise, he said, reassuring the prince as he had many times these past few weeks. No sooner had the words fell from his lips than one of his guards yelled out in pain and the soldier’s eyes were wide with confusion before he slumped over his horse. He fell to the ground with an arrow protruding from his back. Raven pulled out his sword and yelled for his men to surround the prince.

      It was as if a third party had entered the fray, a stiff wind ushered in a chill, and dark clouds formed. The beautiful day turned menacing in more ways than one. As the army of soldiers swarmed like locusts, lightning flashed all around and a fury of swords clashed along with thunder. Steel against steel, Raven and his men fought in the downpour until he was the only one left. The stench of blood and horse manure filled his nostrils and terror filled his heart for the prince. He blinked, trying to find Gustave, his heart pounding. Out of the corner of his eyes he spied the prince struggling with a large soldier. His heart shrank in anguish as he kicked his mount to charge, unaware of the enemy behind him. When his helmet was knocked off he felt a blinding pain in his head. Moaning in agony, he clutched his sword and hung fast to his saddle as his world tilted.

      Between the ear-splitting thunderclaps there came a cry from the prince, Raven! His vision blurred, Raven rubbed the rain from his eyes only to see the prince being led away. As long as he lived, if he did, he would never forget the terror on the boy’s face, and he would never forgive himself for failing. I will be by ye side, mocked him as he tried to remain in the saddle.

      Lightning streaked across the sky and rain pelted down like stones blinding him momentarily. Never had he witnessed Mother Nature in such a rage. His war horse whinnied, side-stepped and turned in circles panicking. Steadying himself atop his mount, Raven knew he had to follow. A stabbing pain in his temple was excruciating and his head pained as if he had drunk a keg of mead, but he charged forward, no longer hearing the prince’s cries.

      How had this happened? Who knew that he was bringing the prince to his father? There had to be a traitor in his regiment. But who? Every man lay dead in the muddy ground, blood flowed through the cracks in the mud like spider veins. He raised his fist towards the heavens, cursing the gods! He had failed to keep his promise; he was a disappointment to himself, the king and his ward. Raven had to try to catch up to the attackers no matter what. Racing along the forest trail with lightning flashing all around, Samson jumped over a fallen tree. His body seemed to be lifted from his horse. He thought himself delirious because he could swear he was floating upwards, as if he were being transported to another dimension. Then his body slammed against something and Raven fell back to earth. He never felt himself hit the ground.

      Two

      Princess we have been under attack from our enemy the Slaybors too long and our damage is great. Soon we’ll lose our protective shield, said captain Zion. And since I am commander of the spaceship, I insist that you obey me. We need to make sure that you’re safe.

      The craft veered to avoid another hit but the force of the explosion rocked the ship just the same. Princess Alphonsine Zyronk did not need to be told the danger they were in, but she’d be damned if she’d leave her friend, Zion and his men at a time like this. She stood only a head shorter than the commander of the ship who was six feet five inches tall. That did not deter her and she folded her arms, arched an eyebrow and protested by grinding out her words stubbornly. I will not leave the mother ship! The captain’s expression stilled and grew serious. He mimicked her stance; his arms crossed his massive chest and a muscle flicked angrily in his jaw betraying his deep frustration. She wasn’t intimidated.

      Princess, your father will have my head if anything happened to you. I will transport you to the nearest planet. That one, he pointed to the screen. If we make it back in one piece to Ordron for repairs, we’ll come back for you. I will log in the book our coordinates and the year 2090, for the record. I would rather physically place you in the transporter than face your father’s wrath! Now please for all our sakes, do as I ask.

      The ship’s protective shield took another hit and it rocked like a small boat on a rough sea. Everyone grabbed onto whatever they could to steady themselves as sparks flew from a panel and smoke filled the cabin. There was chaos all around her, but she refused to show any fear. And she would not relent. I am a soldier first, a princess second and the fact that I’m a female has nothing to do with the danger as far as I’m concerned!

      But the commander was just as stubborn as she and he cursed. Damn it, princess. I beg of you to go to the transporter before it becomes useless. His voice had depth and authority but Alphonsine flashed her eyes defiantly.

      But how would you know where or when to come back for me? Though she tried to sound brave, her voice trembled slightly; but it was anger, not fear that caused the catch in her tone. Captain Zion practically pushed her towards a glass cubical and she could see by his own anger that he might just do as he had threatened. Okay, she spat, mumbling a few obscenities herself.

      Take your mini-communicator; we should be back in a month or so, depending on how long it takes our ship to get home. Without warp speed, it will be at least two weeks. Turn on the device in thirty days.

      Reluctantly Alphonsine stepped into the chamber. Once in the transporter she bit her lower lip in extreme concern. I don’t know I’m not a coward, she insisted.

      No you’re not, but you are our next queen, now go!

      She stiffened at the order. Okay, okay, she agreed and gave a resigned shrug as her determination faltered. I suppose your right but I’m not happy about this.

      The captain touched his forehead slightly in a mock salute and said, Be safe princess, I promise we will be back for you.

      She snorted, You better bet your tight ass, captain! The commander pushed a button and she could have sworn she saw him grin before she was gone in a flash.

      Alphonsine did not like the feeling one experienced when transported from one place to another. It always made her light headed but she had never experienced a sudden jolt, as if she had slammed into something. And never had she lost consciousness before.

      Three

      Alphonsine opened her eyes to see bleached blue sky overhead. A bird called as it flew into view. She groaned; at least she suspected it was her. Damn, her shoulder hurt. What in hell did she hit? Another groan but this time she knew that it wasn’t her that uttered it. Rising on her elbow she looked over to see a man beside her. She gasped eyes wide with shock. What the hell?!

      Finding him unconscious, she believed that it was safe enough to study him for a moment believing she had nothing to fear. She had to assume that he was what she had collided with. Her gaze danced over his long torso, wondering where Zion had sent her. His clothes were strange, as if he were encased in metal mesh, which had to be the reason her shoulder pained her so. But he was pleasing to the eye, so if she had to bump into something, she had no complaints. Alphonsine became enthralled by what she saw.

      The stranger’s hair was as black as hers, and gleamed in the sunlight, but he wore it longer. She was tempted to feel it to see if it was a soft as it appeared. Hmmm, his beard was trimmed neat, and she was certain it covered a strong jaw; her instincts told her that he was extremely handsome under his facial hair. He possessed a prominent nose and she couldn’t take her gaze off his sensual lower lip. Oh, my, my.

      His face was bronzed by wind and sun and she wondered about his eyes; were they as dark as hers? Drops of moisture clung to his damp forehead and Alphonsine dared to push aside a dark curling lock that fell a little forward. It was then she noticed blood on his temple.

      Oh, dear, I wounded him, she mumbled to herself. That won’t do. Luckily, she had her mini healer with her. Removing a gadget, no bigger than a belt buckle, she held it in her palm. Instantly, it glowed and made a strange vibrating sound. Her hand hovered over the wound and slowly the skin closed and healed. Now the only sign of his injury was the dried blood. A moment or two later, his long, dark lashes fluttered.

      Groggily, Raven De Veaux opened his eyes and gazed into the biggest, darkest orbs, thinking that it was a wild animal. Although taken unaware, his reflexes did not fail him and he reached for his dagger. A strong hand with long fingers stopped him. Raven blinked, trying to make some sense of what had happened. Of course, he could not; all he managed to do was croak, Who are ye? What happened? He rose slightly noting that compared to the violent storm, the forest was now tranquil and cleansed. He also realized that his head hurt no longer from the blow he had received earlier. Stymied, he felt around the wounded area. Nothing, there was not even a scratch. Jesu, what in hell was going on? And who was this boy?

      God’s breath! he croaked, What have ye done to me? Are ye a warlock? he blurted out unkindly.

      Is that any way to thank someone for helping you? Alphonsine smiled smoothly, betraying nothing of her slight irritation, but she thought, How unpardonably rude! Warlock! What gave you that ridiculous notion? She was annoyed, but not enough to not notice that his eyes were as blue as the Sordic Sea on Ordron. Bright, clear and direct. The combination of his dark complexion and hair made him seem the most striking male in the entire universe. A queer lump gripped her chest so fast she hadn’t time to reason why. 

      The rude man touched his temple again. My wound, ’tis gone; what wizardry do ye possess, sorcerer?!

      Now he had gone too far! And his nonsensical question did not deserve an answer, but she gave him one just the same. It is no magic, only science. Then she gave him her opinion. You certainly speak a strange language and dress funny. What place is this?

      "We are in the forest

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