Jon and Maeve

Jon and Maeve

By David Backer

At the bar the light were low and green and everyone’s faces were close together and they were laughing and talking loud so they could hear other over the music. They played at pool and others sat at tables, played dart and everyone brought up beer bottles or glass to their mouts and shipped them.
Maeve Fesnying sat with Vicki Sord who was a repoort at the Blue Ash News. Sord had thick blond hair that was curly and Maeve was thin and wore bright red lipstick ang tight purple pants.
Maeve laughed a loud laugh and the man with the tea who looked at her and his eyes rested on and her a moment. She noticed the man with the tea and beard staring at her and even in the low green light of the bar she could see his eyes were very blue.
Maeve leaned toward him and said into the noise and the music of the place.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” and he said
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t...”
“But do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Have a girlfriend.”
The man took a deep breath and looked into his tea and brought his face up to Maeve and said,
“Sorry, I just couldn’t help noticing your shirt.”
“I bet I know where you bought it.”
“Really?”
“Five bucks says you can’t.”
“It’s not really new, is it?”
“You bought it at a thrift store, right?”
“Nope,” she said
“Yes. You bought it at thrift store in a town in Iowa, Ottumwa, Iowa.”
When he said this Maeves’s eyes opened wide and said,
“Get the hell out of town! How did you know that?
The man tucked his lower lip into his teeth again and said,
“I just donate all my parents clothes to the Salvation Army in Ottumwa. That’s my mom’s shirt.”
Maeve hug him and kept hugging him and he put an arm around her.
“i’m so sorry. I can’t believe it,” she said.
“It’s okay, thank you.”
The man laughed and it was the first time anyone had touched him in a long time.
“I can’t believe your parents died and I’m wearing your dead mothers’s shirt. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. Keep it on...”
Then she took a notebook and a pen from Vicky. She took a paper and a pen then gave them to the man. She ordered the man to wrote his name and his address.
Then he took the paper and the pen and wrote his name and an address and a phone number and he slid them to Maeve.
“Good. I’m Maeve, by the way.”
“Nice to see you,Rubber American Jon Sowse.”
“Well nice to see you,Maeve.
“Right,”she said.
“So I’ll see you tomorrow or something?” she asked.
“Okay.”

Dark Champion

Dark Champion

Chapter 18, 19 and 20

The moon was waning and there were clouds, so it was not hard for tweleve men with Imogen and Warbrick to slip over the open around the Carrisford Castle. Imogen looked up, she looked down at her ruined skirts. Some torn tendrils had tangled her feet. Imogen need a knife to cut her skirt, Warbrick gave her a hunting knife. She trimmed her skirt neatly at the knees and passed the knife back.

After a while, she began to worry that she had missed the way that she would never find the entrace. Warbrick scowled at Imogen and said, this is the only entrance? Then Warbrick will wait, if Imogen not out with treasure by the first hint of down, Warbrick will go down t amuse his self with her husband. Imogen was not really ready yet, but she was afraid of time and havering disaster. How much time had passed? How soon till day break? She force herself to consider her real dilemmas. One arm led toward the treasure but also through out of the way passages. The other led up, closer to the hall, where Renald might have watches. She’d give Warbrick her wealth, every last coin to buy FitzRoger’s life.

Renald was there with a bunch of men, arguing worned. Imogen ran into Renald. Renald picked her up and carried her. Imogen told to Renald that FitzRoger tied to a tree and Warbrick is waiting me a the entrance to the passage ways.

Renald glaced at a window slit. “About three hours,perhaps.” Then, she led the way at the run to the best entrance to the passage ways. She led the way back into the castle. Renald hastily assembled his force of man. At last they were ready. They all moved quietly out. They stepped into the camp. There was a small, carefully shield fire. FitzRoger’s men were all around. Imogen ran forward to defend FitzRoger. She pulling out her poignant. She plunged her long knife to the unguarded side of the man’s neck. Then, Renald ran by, laughing and tossed FitzRoger a sword.

Renald gave his orders, and those for disposing of Warbrick, then escorted Imogen araound to the gate horse. Her knees were weak and her head as misty as the gray morning. Imogen managed to stay on her horse, but when she dismounted, she collapsed and the next thing she knew she was in a bed at Cleeve, sore from head to foot. Servants brought the tub the same tub she had used when she had first come to Cleeve. Imogen forced herself to relax and let the women wash her. When Imogen dressed in the clithes, the young maod was distressed at Imogen’s appearance but otherwise seemed happy and unfearfull. She had little news to add to Renald’s report. Lord FitzRoger was in his bed, recovering from wounds, Elwith told Imogen , she would have to findsome way to prevent this new disaster, to prevent FitzRoger from destroying himself in her cause.

Everyone Carrisford servant and men at arms looked up in solemn silence to stare at her as she rode by. Imogen couldn’t  decided if they were angry, horrified, concerned about her, but no one smile. She flicked a galnce at FitzRoger, but she was completely masked. Henry task in the silence, and said if lord Warbrick had been other than he proved to be, if there had been any doubt as to his guilt, i would have spoken out today. Now, we must address the other change. Lady Imogen doesn’t deny that she attacked her husband.

FitzRoger looked araound the hall. I will be happy to put the matter to the test of the sword, then Imogen looked at her husband black from her and turned, i’d enjoy beating you. Do yoi know how much trouble you’ve caused. She glanced at him, “Sorry that you’re angry with me. Tell me something, before she could comment, he added. “ But don’t ever do anything like that again. He demanded at last, “ you can at least act the part excepting life threatening situation in which you feel you have to save my life.

She flinched at the edge in his voice, but nodded. “ YES, I promise.” Imogen smiled radiantly and took no strong callused hands, his warrior’s hands. FitzRoger leaned forward and kiss her. Imogen whooped with delight and set to tickling her mighty champion to death.

*** end ***

dark champion

Dark Champion

Chapter 16 and 17

Imogen glared at Lancaster and said that he tried to kill FitzRoger. Imogen stepped back, pressing againts FitzRoger. His hands came strong about her arms, bracing her.

Lancaster was still protesting Warbrick just sneered. They were so close to Carrisford. She prayed, not about the fight in front of her. She would give up her treasure willingly that treasure  she had bargained and tussled over just to have FitzRoger safe.

Warbrick looked her over. She stepped back into the strength of FitzRoger and he put his hands strong on her shoulders. Warbrick reached out and seized Imogen’s tunic, dragging her to him. She felt FitzRoger’s grip resist for a moment, then release her. Warbrick spun her off to another man. Ride with her infront and with your knife at her face.

Warbrick inspected and choosen the cave to isolated Lady Imogen and FitzRoger. In the cave FitzRoger said, he was a coward. She put her fingers overlips. “Don’t speak of it. If we’re to die, I want it to be as your wife

As the light outside faded, Imogen lay in FitzRoger’s arm. She spoke rest fully and openly of his life, and she responded with her own simple experiences. It was a somewhat bleak definition kindness, but she understood. He said, he met his father, that convinced his heart that He never wanted to be in such a man’s power again, or leaves those in his change in such a man’s power.

fitzRoger learned to fight with a great deal of control. Arno who trained him. Arno paid for his horse, armor, weapons and then set he to fight in tourneys. Then he told, he met Henry. Henry wanted England. He has always felt very strongly, Henry has qualities hands likes tourneys.

A short while later, the guard called for then to come out. They walked out into the gloom of dusk to find Warbrick. FitzRoger had based his plan when the imvanders were within he would strike and Imogen would have to be ready to escape then, and avoid in advertert danger.

Warbrick began to arrange which men would climb the cliff, which would stay behind and grasped Imogen’s arm bruisingly. Warbrick ordered a man to tie FitzRoger to the tree.