Chapter 6
The tunnel fight lasted less than three minutes.
Maeve remembered it as an hour.
Rowan’s first command:
“Shields.”
The passage was narrow enough that two guards could block most of it.
Orren’s hired men had numbers.
Gideon’s party had position.
Steel struck wood.
Torches fell.
Smoke thickened.
Maeve stayed behind Maren with no sword and one usable arm.
She hated it.
Then saw side channel.
Old ore chute.
A lever.
What did it do?
Maren saw too.
“No.”
“What?”
“Flood gate.”
Old mines diverted spring water through channels.
If opened, maybe wash tunnel.
Or drown everyone.
Not worth.
They left.
Then one mercenary shouted:
“We were told no lord!”
Interesting.
They thought target different.
Orren screamed:
“Forward!”
The man hesitated.
Rowan shouted:
“Orren lied to you. Drop steel and live.”
Another mercenary:
“He said smugglers.”
There.
Not loyal conspiracy.
Paid men misled.
Gideon seized.
“I am Gideon Vale, Lord of Blackthorn. Put down weapons and you will be held for testimony, not slaughtered.”
Orren shouted:
“He’ll hang you!”
Gideon answered:
“If you keep attacking, maybe. If you stop, you get hearing before Crown magistrate.”
Could Gideon promise? He could request. Enough.
One sword lowered.
Then another.
Orren shot one of his own men with small crossbow from behind.
The bolt hit shoulder.
Everyone froze.
That choice ended battle.
The mercenaries turned.
Orren ran.
Again.
Rowan’s guard tackled him twenty paces later.
No grand duel.
Mud.
Orren hit ground.
Crossbow lost.
Maeve expected relief.
Instead nausea.
This man had controlled a legend for decades.
Now he looked old in mud.
Gideon stood over.
“Do not kill him.”
Rowan had sword near throat.
He lowered.
Good.
Evidence.
Testimony.
No revenge shortcut.
They bound Orren.
The mercenaries surrendered.
One wounded.
Maren treated with bandage.
Gideon asked:
“Who hired you?”
The oldest said:
“Orren. Through river post.”
“For what?”
“To stop smugglers carrying stolen Blackthorn ledgers.”
They had no idea.
Payment from?
Carrow coin.
Stamped treasury marks.
That implicated Duke Carrow’s administration financially, not necessarily knowledge of target.
Then Orren laughed.
“Lucan will be here by morning.”
Gideon looked.
“Why?”
“Because I rang the bell.”
The river post signal.
What did it mean?
Orren smiled.
“Rebellion.”
There.
The three bell rings signaled Blackthorn lord had seized Crown-linked property? Need plausible. Let's say emergency courier code to Carrow: "Blackthorn succession crisis / armed resistance." Lucan could arrive with warrant and men, not army.
Maren swore.
“He’ll invoke compact.”
The forged wardenship compact.
If Lucan arrived with regional soldiers and claimed Elodie endangered, Gideon mentally unstable, Sabine detained, he could petition emergency guardianship over estate.
Political coup through law.
Not murder.
Maybe Orren had backup.
Gideon said:
“Then we need reach castle before him.”
They returned at dawn.
Orren under guard.
Ledgers packed.
Mercenaries as witnesses.
Morcant transported slowly because wound.
Young hounds remained with two guards until kennel staff could safely move.
By time Blackthorn towers appeared, banners already on south road.
Blue and white of Duke Carrow.
Not full army.
Thirty mounted men.
A carriage.
Lucan Dacre.
Chancellor to Duke Carrow.
He arrived at gate almost same time.
Gideon entered first by minutes.
Lucan demanded audience.
Gideon wanted deny.
Maren said:
“Let him in.”
“Why?”
“Because he expects darkness and private accusation. Give him witnesses.”
So Great Hall.
Not throne room closed.
Household officers.
Guards.
Brother Caldus.
Maeve.
Maren openly alive.
Sabine under guard.
Halwen bound.
Orren bound.
Ledgers on table.
Elodie not present.
Safe in inner chamber.
Lucan entered in fur cloak.
Mid-fifties.
Elegant.
He looked at Maren.
For first time, mask cracked.
“You’re dead.”
Maren smiled.
“So I keep hearing.”
Lucan recovered.
Then Gideon.
“I come under authority of Duke Carrow to investigate reports of unlawful imprisonment, armed violence against Crown-affiliated officers, and instability affecting Blackthorn succession.”
Gideon almost admired.
Clean language.
No baby.
No whistle.
No hound.
Lucan continued.
“We have evidence Lady Sabine is being held without lawful council and that you have altered inheritance procedure contrary to wardenship compact.”
He produced parchment.
Forged sealed compact.
Maren laid rejected draft beside.
“Then we can begin there.”
Lucan stared.
“What is this?”
“Original.”
“Forgery.”
Maren laughed.
“Of course you would say that.”
Gideon said:
“Seal examination will decide.”
Lucan’s eyes went to Orren.
Bound.
Then Halwen.
Then ledgers.
He understood.
Not all evidence perhaps.
Enough.
He shifted strategy.
“I do not know what crimes Orren committed.”
Orren shouted:
“Liar.”
Interesting.
Lucan looked with contempt.
“You were paid to report household security. Not commit murder.”
Orren laughed.
“You paid for hounds.”
“I paid for intelligence.”
“Through hounds.”
“Not killings.”
Could be true.
Then Gideon asked:
“Did you know Sabine was shown the forged compact?”
Lucan said:
“I reject premise it is forged.”
“Did you tell Orren to frighten her with it?”
“No.”
“Did you write ‘S is useful when afraid’?”
Lucan’s face changed.
Maren placed letter.
Lucan examined.
He said:
“Yes.”
Admission.
“What did you mean?”
“Lady Sabine was more cooperative with Carrow interests when she believed your charter reforms threatened Blackthorn.”
Manipulation.
Not murder.
“Did you order Elodie killed?”
“No.”
Immediate.
“Did you know Orren planned it?”
“No.”
“Did you know he was using Morcant to intimidate servants?”
“Yes.”
Hall stirred.
Lucan held up hand.
“Blackthorn used hounds for internal enforcement before I was born.”
“That makes it lawful?”
“No.”
Good.
Unexpected.
“But I believed the method involved fear, not murder.”
Then Brother Alden.
“Did you know he died investigating the compact?”
“I knew after.”
“Did you ask how?”
“Orren said he fell.”
“Did you investigate?”
“No.”
There.
Willful blindness.
Maren said:
“Convenient.”
Lucan looked.
“Yes.”
Another surprising admission.
Maybe he knows documents.
Then Orren screamed:
“He knew enough!”
Lucan turned.
“You sent me reports with euphemisms.”
“Because you wanted euphemisms.”
Silence.
That was likely true.
Institutional deniability.
Lucan may not have ordered murders but benefited from not asking.
Then Halwen.
Gideon said:
“Halwen attacked Maeve after Elodie survived.”
Lucan looked genuinely surprised.
Halwen avoided.
“Whose order?”
Halwen whispered:
“Orren.”
“Not Lucan?”
“No.”
Good.
No expand beyond evidence.
Then Orren’s ledger.
ELodie entry:
C AWARE OF PRESSURE ONLY.
Lucan saw.
His face tightened.
He said:
“That is accurate.”
Orren laughed.
“Now you trust my ledger?”
Lucan ignored.
Then why Lucan came with thirty men?
Emergency bell.
He believed Gideon arrested Carrow agents and threatened succession.
He came to secure interests.
Still.
The forged compact.
Who forged?
Lucan denied.
Maren produced letter from Corven Dacre? His father.
Lucan’s father, not Lucan.
An old correspondence:
Seal secured after Lord Hadrian death. Compact can be completed if needed.
There.
Corven forged decades ago.
Lucan inherited instrument.
Did he know forged?
Lucan went silent.
That was answer enough but legal proof needs.
Gideon asked:
“When did you learn?”
“Eight years ago.”
Hall erupted.
Lucan raised voice.
“I never used it in court.”
“You used it on Sabine.”
“Yes.”
There.
He knowingly used forged legal document as political pressure.
Crime.
Maybe treason/forgery.
Not child murder.
Different.
Then Duke Carrow himself?
Did he know?
Lucan said no.
Could be protecting.
Need magistrate.
Gideon had already sent messenger for Crown justice from neighboring county before going Old Hollow? We can say Rowan did at dawn. Arrival maybe next day.
Lucan’s soldiers now uncertain.
Their commander, Sir Bastian Reed, stepped forward.
“My orders were to secure lawful investigation, not seize castle by force.”
Good.
He would not act on forged compact once contested.
Lucan looked betrayed.
But professional soldier not puppet.
Then Sabine requested speak.
She entered under guard.
She looked at Lucan.
“You let Orren tell me Elodie was the hinge.”
Lucan said:
“I never said kill her.”
“You knew what Orren did to Alden.”
“I suspected after.”
“And kept using him.”
“Yes.”
There.
Sabine laughed bitterly.
“So did I.”
Both complicit through convenience.
Then she turned to Gideon.
“I will testify.”
Not redemption.
Action.
Against Orren.
Against Lucan’s forged compact.
Against herself.
Gideon said:
“You understand what that means?”
“Yes.”
“Execution may be possible.”
Silence.
Feudal justice. Could be death. But maybe user likes nuanced legal consequences. Let's create Crown court later with life imprisonment/convent? Attempted murder baby likely severe. But could avoid exact until later.
Sabine said:
“Yes.”
Then Morcant limped into hall.
A guard had brought him from yard after healer removed bolt.
Everyone recoiled.
Servants stepped back.
Lucan’s soldiers reached weapons.
Maeve raised whistle.
“No.”
Morcant stopped beside her.
Sat.
The hall stared.
Maeve pointed at the animal.
“This is what all of you were taught to fear.”
Then she looked at Orren.
“Watch.”
She blew one note.
Morcant lay down.
Second.
He rolled to side.
Not threatening.
A dog performing trained commands.
The effect on room was profound.
The legend collapsed physically.
Orren’s greatest weapon was obedience mistaken for evil.
Maeve said:
“He did what whistles told him. Men chose the commands.”
Lucan looked at hound.
Perhaps for first time seeing cost.
Then Gideon said:
“Until Crown magistrate arrives, no one leaves.”
Sir Bastian nodded.
Even Lucan.
“Agreed.”
Not because Gideon could command Carrow chancellor.
Because evidence now implicated everyone enough that leaving looked like flight.
Outside, snow began.
Inside, the black hound slept by Maeve’s chair.
Elodie remained guarded upstairs.
The castle had not become safe.
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But the story holding it together had cracked.
And once servants saw the monster obey a whistle, fear began changing direction.
