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scenes as this.
    The leader of the king’s men strolled through the portal and looked upon his prisoner with a sneer. “Let us move this Irish scum down to the dungeon. Perhaps some time in his new quarters will remind this insolent pig to whom his allegiance is required and whom he must serve.”
    His words must have roused the man as he again began to attempt to fight his way to freedom. The prisoner’s fists connected several times, amidst complaints from those trying to move him across the floor.
    “Hail, Danior,” Riorden called out as he made his way towards the ongoing scuffle.
    “Damnation! What brings you here to Bamburgh?”
    “Perhaps you are in need of assistance?” Riorden asked, with a smirk. He proceeded to cuff the outlaw on the chin and watched in satisfaction as the insensible man’s head dropped back down to his chest.
    “I was more than capable of handling the situation,” Danior exclaimed, obviously annoyed at Riorden’s interference. He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword to make his point.
    Riorden laughed and put up his hands in mock surrender. “Do not take offense, mon ami . I but needed to release some pent up frustration. There are strange goings on here about the castle grounds.”
    The king’s knights began making their way below the keep, and Riorden followed. They went down several flights of stairs still dragging the cumbersome outlaw, none too gently. Torches lit the tunnel they passed through with an eerie glow, and they came to an open chamber. The king’s men took their prisoner to the far end of the room and began binding him with ropes attached high on the wall itself. The man fell to his knees, but did not rise. ’Twas evident he was in no condition to cause more trouble.
    Riorden came to the man and pulled his head up by the hair. Hatred flashed in the man’s eyes, but Riorden only gave a leer of satisfaction that another rebel against the king had been captured. He let go of the man’s hair and returned his attention to those who still stood afore him.
    “’Tis been some time since our paths have crossed, de Grey. I did not expect to see you here. Last I heard, you were still journeying in France,” Riorden commented dryly. “Did you tire of taking coins from the French as you won their tournaments?”
    “’Twas time to come home, or so I thought. Nothing like good English soil beneath one’s feet, eh?” Danior smiled. “But what of you, Riorden? Tired of following in the glory of the Devil’s Dragon?”
    “’Tis good you have been considered a friend for many years, or I would demand satisfaction in the lists.”
    “I may insult you again, just so I can get a good workout for a change,” Danior guffawed. “I swear, I have not had a decent bit of training since last we met.”
    Riorden chuckled and introduced Aiden and Patrick. “Perchance, whilst we await the king, I can accommodate such a request.”
    Danior laughed at the thought of the challenge. “So good of you, old man.”
    “I am not much older than you, Danior.”
    “You still have a couple of years on me. Have you seen your brother?”
    “Gavin? He is here?”
    “Aye. I saw him but two days ago, when we split up to go in separate directions in search of our tricky scoundrel over there. He should be returning soon, for this is where we were to meet up again.
    “Then I shall look forward to the reunion, as it has been many years since I last saw that troublemaking brother of mine.”
    “He has not changed much over the years, I am afraid,” Danior replied, and slapped Riorden on the back. He then went to check the bonds to ensure a good solid knot had been tied about the criminal’s arms and ankles. “But let us continue this later. I must admit, I am in need of food and ale after my chase through the countryside these many days. King Henry can deal out punishment and pass judgment on this rebel, now that we have achieved our goal. He’s not going anywhere lest ’tis to have