...When Things Have Gotten About As Bad As They Can Possibly Get
Summer, 1082 - Northern France
The rain fell onto Osbern's face as he looked up at his killer. Matilda le Blount...his ten-year-old cousin.
"Matilda! What are you..."
The knife pressed deeper into his throat, piercing the skin. He felt the trickle of blood mixing with water. Matilda's face was wet...from the rain, certainly...but were there also tears?
"Matilda, I don't..."
Lightning flashed above them...one bolt, then a second...but it was nothing compared to the lightning in Matilda's eyes. This was it then. She was truly going to kill him. This wasn't like the games Matilda used to insist they played when they were just children...Matilda was still a little girl, but she wasn't playing a game.
Osbern struggled to free himself from her pin, but the knife just dug deeper. It was officially life or death.
Osbern wanted life.
Like a horse throwing his rider, Osbern bucked his body with all of his force, thrusting from the hips to knock Matilda off balance, then with his legs...inadvertantly launching Matilda all the way over the balcony.
Now bleeding from both the throat and his ear, he leapt over the side of the balcony after her. If she was intent on killing him, then there was only one thing to be done.
He had to kill her first.
Lightning struck a tree in the courtyard, splitting it in half and illuminating the night as Osbern landed in a crouch, looking for where Matilda had landed...but she was gone. Had she crawled back in through a window? Fallen all the way to the courtyard? Maybe she had...
...she was behind him. She made her presence known by slipping a metallic garrotte around his bleeding neck.
"Abdicate the throne," she whispered.
He dared not reply, rather than risk accidental strangulation.
"Abdicate the throne, you murderer!" she repeated.
Murderer? He had never killed anyone in his...
Osbern threw himself backwards, loosening the garrotte as he landed on Matilda. But Osbern realized his plan had back-fired when they both began to slide on the slick, tilted roof. Matilda managed to dig her fingernails into the gap between stones, stopping her descent and eventually regaining her footing...but Osbern slid right off the edge.
He landed, hard, on his side. He had only fallen six feet...but there was nowhere left to go. The next drop down would kill him...there were no windows on this edge. The only way to safety was to go back up...but Matilda stood there with another dagger, ready to throw it at his other ear. The lightning continued to flash above her head, which wasn't exactly making her less menacing.
"Matilda! I've never killed anyone in my life! I swear it!"
"LIAR! YOU KILLED THEM! YOU KILLED THEM ALL!"
"Killed..."
Osbern ducked as the knife flew by his head...so close, he could hear it out of his one good ear.
"Killed who? Who did I kill?"
"MY FATHER!"
"Matilda...I swear it...I didn't kill your father! You were there! He choked to death. You saw it with your own eyes, Matilda!"
Another dagger whizzed by. Where was she getting all of these knives?
"Lie to me again, Osbern! Tell me again that you didn't personally poison my father! You were scared he would take the throne from you! But you didn't know someone saw you in the kitchen! Someone SAW you poison him, Osbern. You killed them all, didn't you? You killed them so you could be Count!"
Lightning again...but this time it wasn't just atmosphere. The bolt struck a wooden palisade, which crumbled, causing the burning timber to land all around Osbern's small platform. This was it, then. Even if Matilda did run out of knives, he would burn to death.
There was only one way out.
Osbern jumped onto one burning log, then another, trying to outrun the flames, until he was as high as he was able to get...and then launched himself at Matilda's ledge.
But he wasn't high enough.
His body swung from the ledge, as his fingers desperately tried to gain a hold. Below him, the fire was burning out of control. Above, Matilda had lowered herself to her stomach and now was just inches from his head, holding her last dagger. She reached above her head, prepared to strike.
"Matilda, please! Look...I understand. I know what it's like to lose someone you love. I lost my father too. I've lost three uncles. I lost my baby brother, Matilda! I know you need someone to blame. Someone to punish. I have this nightmare all the time that there's some woman out there, making everyone I love die. But there isn't anyone, Matilda. That's...that's just life. Bad things happen. I know. But you can't let it destroy you!"
"I..."
It suddenly struck Osbern that Matilda was so alone in the world...orphaned at the age of six, her only childhood friend abandoned her to become count. She looked so lonely...so wet...so...
With the last of his strength, Count Osbern de Guines pulled himself up by the ledge...and softly kissed Matilda's lips.
And then he fell.
At that precise moment, another bolt struck the base of the watch tower...toppling it over...
And crushing the Castle of Guines beneath it.