Chapter 13

It turned out the solar really had been on the way to the hidden room. Claire and Eleanor had collected the mead and glasses from a shelf while Honora and Annora lifted a tapestry away from the wall and bid Fann push the wall aside for them. It had opened into a room about half the size of the solar. There were a few older looking furs on the floor, a bench along one wall, and a good supply of candles as well as a privacy screen in one corner which concealed a chamber pot. He’d been careful not to pinch the tapestry as he pushed the stone door back into place. They would be well hidden in the unlikely event that whomever had shot the arrow was part of a group and penetrated the castle.

“What is that man doing in here!” The oldest lad had demanded as soon as the door was closed. “He should be out protecting the castle!”

“His name is Fann, that is Lord Kilkern to you and he is a guest of your father’s, besides that, he is here as our last defence,” the countess explained.

“Why is he no