Pendragon

"Where is this place?"

"Actually, you are in a storeroom just behind my stables. No, don't think you'll be rescued. No one ever comes here, particularly the men searching for Je

"Why do you want both Thomas and me dead?"

Lord Kipper shrugged. "I realized yesterday when Thomas and your father went around to ask each of us why we believed someone was trying to kill you that everything was collapsing about me. Someone, sooner now rather than later, would realize it had to be me."

"Someone?"

"Yes, Libby, of course. Even though I have her in my bed again, I knew I couldn't completely trust her to keep quiet if she did realize what I was doing. She's got an odd streak of honor. It only shows itself on rare occasion, but I really couldn't take the chance."

"I don't understand. Why did you think Libby in particular would realize the truth?"

He only smiled at her. "It's been a very long night, a night that has kept me quite on edge. I'm really not used to that. But the night is over and soon all this will be as well."

Meggie heard a noise. It was a soft moan, just a soft whisper really, the sound of someone barely conscious, moving around just a bit. Meggie tried to sit up, but her shoulder hurt very badly and she fell back. The dizziness hit her again, hard, made her feel as if she were floating for a moment. When the dizziness finally eased, when she saw him clearly again, Lord Kipper no longer looked remotely beautiful. His eyes looked dark and flat, he looked a bit mad. Lord Kipper, the person responsible for all this misery. At least it wasn't either of the mothers, thank God.

She licked her dry lips. "Who was that?"

"That was Je

Thank God was all she could think, Thank God. Je

Did Je

Lord Kipper laughed. He pinched out the candle because the room was filled with the dirty light filtered through the filthy windows. "Je

No, she wouldn't let his words freeze her, terrify her into madness, she wouldn't, but the paralyzing fear was there, deep inside her, taking hold, growing, getting stronger. Thomas knew she was missing. He would figure it out. She just had to stay alive. She had to use her wits. What were wits anyway? She had to try. Meggie drew a deep breath, said, "I don't understand, Lord Kipper. Why the two of us? Was William right? For some reason, you don't want either of the men of the house to be married?"

"William was close enough, actually too close, which surprised me, and perhaps, even remotely worried me. Yes, it was just a matter of time until the truth was out. But now, your time, my dear, has finally come to an end. As has Je

Thomas wanted to kill the man who was shaking him so hard he knew his brains would fly right out of his head. He knew it was a man; the bastard had big hands and he was strong. Nausea rose in his throat, momentarily choking him. His belly was on fire. And then there was the damned voice that nearly sent him back into oblivion-too loud, too loud, that voice.

"Thomas, dammit, wake up! Someone struck you. Oh please, Thomas, open your eyes!"

Finally, giving it up, Thomas managed to open his eyes. He stared up at William.

"Stop pounding me or I will kill you."

"I have to pound you. Wake up. You must wake up, Thomas. Now."

Reason seeped back into his brain. He said, his voice raw, his words slurred, "What's wrong?" What the devil had happened to him?

"You're what's wrong, dammit. There's blood on your head. There's this cloth on the floor that smells like something vile and sweet-some sort of drug. No, Thomas, get yourself together. Meggie's gone. Do you want me to get Reverend Sherbrooke?"

"Yes. No. Just a moment. Help me sit up. Oh God, Meggie. She's gone? How is that possible?"

"It's the truth. She's gone, I just told you that."

His head ached like the very devil, but now who cared? Nothing mattered but Meggie. Gone? Someone had come into the White Room, struck him, and taken her? Then he knew, of course. It was because of yesterday at tea, because he'd scared the person responsible into acting immediately.

"Damnation. What time is it?"

"It's just past dawn. I was awake, just couldn't go back to sleep. I've been thinking and thinking about all this, and I wanted to see if you were awake so we could discuss it. God, Thomas, and here you were unconscious and bloody and Meggie was gone. What shall we do?"

"I'm going to dress. Get Meggie's father. Quickly, William."

William was out the door on a dead run, slamming it behind him. Thomas managed to pull himself out of the bed. He stood there a moment, realized he had blood on his head and face, and walked to the commode. He gingerly washed the wound with the cold water in the basin. At least now the blood was clotted and wouldn't run down his face anymore.

He closed his eyes a moment, Meggie's laughing face in his mind's eye. Oh God-she'd been taken, right out of their bed, and it was his fault that it happened. He hadn't been vigilant, taking not a single precaution, even though he'd known he'd stirred the viper's nest. Maybe she was already dead, maybe shot again, hurled over the cliffs. No, no, dammit. He had to stop it. She was alive, he knew it to his soul.

Why hadn't the person killed or taken him as well? Had the person who'd struck him believed him dead and just left him be in the bed? Why take Meggie?

Thank God William had come.

A few moments later the door burst open and Tysen Sherbrooke ran into the room, Mary Rose and William at his heels. Thomas had just fastened his breeches. He sat down to pull on his boots. He said, cold, calm, in control now, "I was struck down while I was sleeping. Meggie was taken. During our afternoon tea yesterday, someone said something that was close enough to the truth, so that person was forced to act immediately. Now, I think I know who it was and why he's doing this. I think William does, too. Let's go see my mother and Aunt Libby."

"No, Thomas, I don't know, not really."

"I think someplace deep inside you, William, you know. It's simply too painful to admit it. Everything is going to come clear soon enough." He took his half-brother's hand. "It will be all right. No matter what the truth is, I won't let you stand alone. Trust me."

William looked pale as death; slowly he nodded.

Tysen awakened Jeremy, helped Mary Rose fasten her gown, then herded the three of them to the dining room. Barnacle, Cook, and Mrs. Black were there as well, lined up like troops ready to be deployed.

Thomas said without preamble, "Aunt Libby, who is William's father?"

"His father was the earl of Lancaster, Thomas. He is a Malcombe, just as you are a Malcombe. The only pity here is that he is the younger, not you. He could have been the earl, not you, but Madeleine came along too quickly. That was an impertinent question. You will apologize."

"Mother, it's too late now," William said quietly and laid his hand on her shoulder. He was ready to face it now, had to be ready. He added, his voice thick, "Mother, please, it's time for the truth. If for no one else, then for me."