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North Watch Keep: Tales of Fairhaven, #2
North Watch Keep: Tales of Fairhaven, #2
North Watch Keep: Tales of Fairhaven, #2
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North Watch Keep: Tales of Fairhaven, #2

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Can Sir Kelvrin, the King’s Hound of Justice, help Lady Beth take back her family’s home from Lord Geoffry of Gwen Myer?

North Watch Keep is famous in Fairhaven for its orchards, and the family at North Watch is infamous for its mysterious connection to the fey. When the King does not heard from his cousins in the North for months, he sends the one knight he trusts above others, Sir Kelvrin his Hound of Justice, to find out what is going on at North Watch. Kelvrin poses as a Sword for Hire. He discovers the family has been murdered and the Keep occupied by Lord Geoffry of Gwen Myer, whose men are hunting the villagers for sport. Only emotionally scarred Lady Beth remains of the family, eking out her existence as the village healer. Then Lord Geoffry’s men try to kill Kelvrin when they realize they cannot buy his loyalty away from the King. (Novella)

LanguageEnglish
PublisherArbreRoche
Release dateSep 22, 2015
ISBN9781516304448
North Watch Keep: Tales of Fairhaven, #2

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    North Watch Keep - Eli Winfield

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    North Watch Keep

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    NORTH WATCH KEEP

    Copyright © 2015 Eli Winfield

    All rights reserved.

    Published by ArbreRoche Publishing 2015

    Guelph, Ontario, Canada

    No parts of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the copyright owner.

    This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Under no circumstances may any part of this book be photocopied for resale.

    This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and situations within its pages and places or persons, living or dead, is unintentional and co-incidental.

    For my husband Lloyd,

    Who has listened to me tell stories for years

    And still smiles.

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    Also by Eli Winfield:

    Son of a King: A story of Fairhaven

    The Dragon’s Court: A story of Fairhaven

    Life and Other Strangers, An anthology

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    PART ONE

    NORTH WATCH

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    CHAPTER ONE

    North Watch

    1 | North Watch Keep

    Sir Kelvrin, the King’s Hound of Justice, paused at the outer edge of the village of North Watch. His dark hair, dark beard, and cloak let him stand without notice in the shadows. An observer would see his horse, a great beast standing 17 hands high at the shoulders, and the long sword that hung at his side and think he was a soldier for hire. Many that had come to the village since the family that lived in the keep had been ‘murdered by bandits’ before Twelve Night. But a little longer observation and the watcher would wonder. There was something about how he stood and watched, his face carefully neutral, his back straight and stance wide that made one question the facade.

    He held the reins of his horse firmly as he stood watching the early risers of the village. At first glance, the village of North Watch looked like every other village he’d seen on his miserable northward journey. A few thatched houses, a few goats, the square in the center of the village with a well that drew women in the morning, fetching water. He wasn’t sure what small detail had caught his attention in the fitful morning light. The three girls paused, buckets and harnesses on their shoulders, their hair bound back, their chatter barely piercing the dawning dew. A fourth waited, silent and unmoving with a single bucket at her feet, ignored by the others.

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    Months ago, the King had woken the morning after a hard snow fall and called Kelvrin to his chambers before the rest of the court had even risen. Something is wrong at North Watch, he had stated, seated beside the fire in his fur and flocked wool. Kelvrin had frowned only briefly at his King and then turned to stare out the window at the steadily falling snow. I want you to go to North Watch, and find out what is happening. You need to go alone. He stared out the window. A party of even three would be remarked on, and .. We need information.

    Sir Kelvrin had only nodded. His King was known for his fancies and his uncanny ability to know what was happening in his kingdom. North Watch Keep kept the court supplied with stone fruits, apples and cider of the best kind. Kelvrin had eaten their apples and plums at court. Not to mention the rumors, whispered tales that the family of North Watch was somehow blessed by the fey of the forest. He discounted the rumors as silly tales for the foolish. But Kelvrin was loyal to the King he served. It was mad folly to travel in the middle of winter to the Keep at the Northern Edge of the kingdom even for Kelvrin, an experienced Knight, and the King’s champion. But if the king wanted him to take a foolish and long journey in the dead of the winter snows to prove that the family in the north was fine, he would take the long journey, no matter his personal opinions about the matter.

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    With his back against the stone wall of the nearest house, he stared at the alabaster face of the fourth girl. She waited for her turn at the well after the three chattering magpies, unmoving, nearly statue like. She was not more than sixteen, he thought. Her hair lay in two long braids to her waist. The style was not unusual, except her braids were tied by knotted embroidered silks, and he was nearly certain that ties that held her faded burgundy tunic of linen closed were also rich purple silk cords. While the others chattered like magpies in the morning’s first gaze, she remained silent, stony, a pool of pain he could feel in the midst of the others.

    No one spoke to her. If any laughter had ever bubbled through the cracks in her soul, he thought, it had long since fled to some other, greener, fresher face. But she was striking in her beauty. He realized then what had caught his attention: the silent girl had an uncanny resemblance to the King’s youngest sister.

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    Lady Beth of North Watch keep did not allow a single turn of expression to betray her terror. She knew she had the rapt attention of the soldier who

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