“Someone, or maybe more than one someone, has sabotaged our supplies. You might want to check yours to see if anything is amiss,” Lord Tom told them. “We’ve got moldy flour and leaking water barrels. The water barrels should be easy enough to repair and fill, and we might be able to replace the flour at the next village. Something just doesn’t feel right. We’d better put everyone on alert.”
“I’ve been having this niggling feeling that someone is watching us,” Lady Anne told the three. Tall and slender, her dark brown hair pulled back in a tail that trailed down the back of her linen blouse, she looked at her sister with worry in her chocolate brown eyes. “What about you, Jenni? Anything?”
The sisters were known for their ability to sense things.
Lady Jenni shrugged. “Just a little itch, like someone is trying to read me,” she responded.
“Well, we’ll do the best we can.” Jeremy spoke thoughtfully, his hands on his hips. “You’re right, Tom. We’ll alert our men, too.” As tall as Lord Tom, he towered over the two women, his wiry strength evident in his controlled movements. “Do you think there’s a traitor here now?” He rubbed a hand in distraction over his very short brown hair. “Any way to find out?” he asked, scanning the campsite with his deeply set blue eyes. His long face was twisted in a grimace of concern.
“I think the only thing we can do is put a watch on the wagons. I’d lay odds that this happened back at the Tower, though,” Lord Tom responded. “Ladies, if either of you notice anything…”
“We’ll make sure you’re the first to know,” they chorused in unison.
Lord Tom grimaced. “I’m sure you will.”
Lord Jeremy laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “Anne, let’s get the watch set. It’s almost time for dinner.” The four scattered to prepare as best they could for whatever might come.
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