Sunday Sampler: The Redoubt by Devorah Fox
February 7, 2016
In our mission to connect readers, writers, and books, Caleb and Linda Pirtle is showcasing some of the best authors in the marketplace today. Sunday’s Sampler features an excerpt from The Redoubt, the bewildering adventures of King Bewilliam, Book 4.
About Devorah Fox:
“What if … ?” Those two words all too easily send Devorah Fox spinning into flights of fancy. Best-selling author of The Lost King, The King’s Ransom, and The King’s Redress in The Bewildering Adventures of King Bewilliam literary fantasy series. She also co-authored the contemporary thriller, Naked Came the Sharks. with Jed Donellie and contributed to Masters of Time, a SciFi/Fantasy Time Travel anthology.
Publisher and editor of the BUMPERTOBUMPER® books for commercial motor vehicle drivers she is developer of the Easy CDL test prep apps. Born in Brooklyn, New York, she now lives in The Barefoot Palace in Port Aransas on the Texas Gulf Coast where writes the “Dee-Scoveries” blog at http://devorahfox.com and herds three rescued tabby cats.
Having bested beast, man, and even his own failings, King Bewilliam has regained his throne, reunited with his sons, and restored his embattled kingdom, yet something is lacking. When a crippling famine threatens the Chalklands’ very survival, his vassals propose a risky plan to seek aid from a distant ruler.
King Bewilliam strikes off on a perilous journey to the island empire of Sea Gate accompanied by a cadre of loyal knights and nobles who are unaware that the plan will reunite the king with a spurned lover.
One by one, they drifted away from the campfire to their carriages, carts, and bedrolls leaving Robin staring into the guttering flames. His mind’s eye filled with a memory of riding double with Empress Alexandra which somehow transformed into an image of them charging away from Sea Gate Fortress.
But we are not characters in a fairy tale, Robin thought. We are real people, monarchs with kingdoms to rule, subjects dependent on us. Our responsibilities come first.
He stood, brushed crushed leaves from the seat of his trousers, and retired to his carriage, but sleep would not come. He lay awake, bothered by the itchy scar, by the image of Empress Alexandra’s wounded eyes, and by James’s unvoiced plea. After he tossed and turned one time too many, Meeyoo hissed at him and crawled off to sleep in an undisturbed corner.
He pulled on a tunic and strapped on his sword. Into his rucksack he tossed a flask, a candle stub, and James’s map, and slipped from the carriage which roused the page asleep on the plank seat.
“Meeyoo has run off again. We are giving chase. Saddle Hope.”
“I will alert the men to come and help,” the page said.
“No,” Robin stammered. “Meeyoo will simply think it’s a game and she will run. If we go alone, she will come to us.”
The page moved to collect the royal tack.
“Just saddle Hope with anything serviceable for this escapade,” Robin stammered. “No need for finery. Moreover, we’re likely to get into some rough brush which would only ruin it.”
“Sire, I will fetch your cloak.”
“No need for that either. It too would only be soiled.”
“But it’s so cold.”
It was. Robin eyed the page. “Your coif and surcoat will do.” He held out his hand. The page doffed the humble garments. “Help yourself to a blanket from the carriage if you need it.”
“Thank you, Sire. I hope Your Majesty finds Meeyoo soon. Good luck.”
Indeed, Robin thought. He was going to need it.