The Knights Templar
They had all joined taking three vows: poverty, chastity, and obedience…for they were monks: warrior monks, dedicated to theprotection of pilgrims in the Holy Land -- until stories spread by anavaricious king who wanted their wealth for his own destroyed the order.
There was one knight, however, who escaped the stake, vowing justiceas he watched his innocent brothers die.
In the Service of the Lord
Simon Puttock has not been bailiff of Lydford Castle long in this year of 1316, when he is called to a nearby village to examine a burned-out cottage and the dead body within. But it is the newly arrived knight, Sir Baldwin Furnshill, who discerns the deceased was no victim of a tragic mishap; he was, in fact, murdered prior to the blaze. Simon would be well-served by accepting further assistance from this astute, though haunted and secretive stranger. For a second fatal burning indicates that some harsh evil has invaded this once-peaceful place, and its hunger has yet to be sated.
Simon Puttock felt elated, but not withouta certain trepidation, as he meanderedalong the road that led from Tiverton toCrediton, letting his horse take him at aslow walk as he thought about his new position.
He had worked for the de Courtenays for manyyears now, as had his father before him, and he supposedthat he should have expected a promotion -- buthe had not. It had been completely unexpected, a suddenshock; if they had told him he was to be imprisonedfor robbery, it could not have surprised him more.Naturally he hoped that his lords were satisfied withhis work over the years, but he had never dreamed ofbeing given his own castle to command, especially oneso important as Lydford, and every now and again aquick smile cracked the serious expression on his faceas his glee momentarily flared, quenching his nervouscontemplation.
The de Courtenays, the lords of Devon and Cornwall,had been able to rely on Simon's family fordecades. Peter, his father, had been the seneschal oftheir castle at Oakhampton for twenty years before hisdeath two years ago, carefully looking after their es-tates and keeping the peace during the long, regular absenceswhen the de Courtenay family went to visittheir lands farther north. Before that, Peter's father hadbeen the family's chamberlain and had fought loyallywith his lord in the troubled times before King Edwardcame to the throne. Simon was immensely proud of hisforebears' association with, and honorable service to,this ancient family.
But even after so long in the de Courtenay family'sservice, the honor of being given the castle of Lydfordto look after was still an unexpected delight -- and afearsome opportunity. If his tenure was successful andthe land was profitable, he could expect to becomewealthy, a man of power and influence in his ownright. Of course, as the bailiff of the castle, he was alsoheld responsible for any failures: for lower tax revenues,for reduced productivity from the demesnelands -- for anything. Now, on his way home to hiswife, he was gathering his thoughts, framing the bestway of putting to her the possibilities and options thatthe role presented. Being a realist, he not only feltpride at the recognition he had been offered; he wasalso aware of the awesome immensity of the job thathe had been given.
Ever since the Scots had defeated the English armyat Bannockburn two years before, matters had got progressivelyworse, he knew. It was not just the continualattacks on the northern shires by the Scots or their invasionof Ireland, it sometimes appeared that God himselfwas angry with the whole of Europe and waspunishing it. For two years now the whole country hadbeen blighted, suffering under the worst rainstormsever known. Last year, thirteen hundred and fifteen,had not been so bad down here in the far west; his peo-ple had hardly noticed any lack of essentials. Now,though, in the late autumn of thirteen sixteen, the rainhad again been constant, and it had ruined the harvestfor a second year. In other counties the people hadbeen reduced to eating their horses and dogs in the vainsearch for sustenance, although it was not quite so badyet here in Devon. It did mean that there would be a lotto plan for, though, and in his new job as the bailiff ofLydford castle, Simon intended to do all he could tohelp the people he was responsible for.
Lost in his thoughts, he had a deep frown on his faceas he rode. He was a tall and muscular man with abody honed from riding and hunting, in his prime atnearly thirty years old. His hair was thick and a uniformdark brown, with no gray or white hairs to marthe youthful looks that hid his age so well. His complexionwas ruddy from the days regularly spent in theopen air and the saddle...
