No Dark Place

No Dark Place

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by Joan Wolf
     
 

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In the turbulent realm of Norman England, a young nobleman discovers that his identity is the link to an incredible mystery.

Hugh Corbaille has just lost the person he cares for most in the world, his adoptive father, the Sheriff of Lincoln. While Hugh's grief is still raw, he is approached by a visiting knight with an unbelievable tale: Hugh may actually be

Overview

In the turbulent realm of Norman England, a young nobleman discovers that his identity is the link to an incredible mystery.

Hugh Corbaille has just lost the person he cares for most in the world, his adoptive father, the Sheriff of Lincoln. While Hugh's grief is still raw, he is approached by a visiting knight with an unbelievable tale: Hugh may actually be Hugh de Leon, sole child of the Earl of Wiltshire, mysteriously abducted thirteen years before on the day of his father's murder. Despite his loyalty to the family that raised him and his reluctance to be anyone but their son, Hugh begins to believe he could indeed be the missing heir.

With no memory of his early years, Hugh sets out to find the truth. He soon unearths a web of death and intrigue beginning in the lost days of his childhood when he may have witnessed the stabbing of his birth father.

Tormented by this tragic puzzle, Hugh must turn to the mother he has never known, a court of straligers, and the young woman whose sympathy and healing are his one support, to try to piece together his splintered past and put an end to a reign of danger and deception.

In No Dark Place, award-winning novelist Joan Wolf spins all all-absorbing medieval mystery of violent ambitions, inescapable bonds, and searing dreams of final justice.

Editorial Reviews

Jean Mason
...[H]as all the hallmarks of a Joan Wolf: strong writing, excellent characterizations, good dialogue, an interesting plot, and a well-researched setting. This author knows how to tell a story....I have followed Joan Wolf from Regency romances to historical novels to historical romances. I will follow her to medieval mysteries as well. She has rarely disappointed me and she did not let me down with No Dark Place
The Mystery Reader.com
Kathe Robin
Though not as in-depth as many of Ms. Wolf's pre-history novels and her Arthurian legend romances, No Dark Place is a fine beginning for a new mystery series by this multi-talented author. The mystery is well crafted and the backdrop is richly detailed; something historical readers will savor.
Romantic Times
Kirkus Reviews
No Dark Place ( Jun. 3; 294 pp.; 0-06-019238-0): Most medieval mysteries dip into the past, but it's quite a fast-forward from Wolf's sojourn in prehistoric romance (The Reindeer Hunters, 1994, etc.) to the comparatively recent 12th century, when Hugh Corbaille learns that the father he just lost may not be his father after all; Hugh may be the kidnapped heir, and the only witness to the long-ago murder, of the Earl of Wiltshire.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780061969898
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
10/06/2009
Sold by:
HARPERCOLLINS
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
448
Sales rank:
230,150
File size:
400 KB

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Chapter One

The line of knights parted silently as the boy led his bloodstained horse through their ranks, back toward the camp area where the wounded were being attended. The Battle of the Standard was over and won, but the Sheriff of Lincoln had fallen, and it was his body that was laid across the sweaty back of the huge black warhorse the boy was leading through the humid mist of a hot August day.

Men rushed forward to help as soon as the boy entered the encampment, but his face stopped them in their tracks, and it was he alone who reached up for the body of the larger, heavier man laying prone across the high-pomelled leather saddle.

He lifted the dead weight in his arms and stood there for a moment, holding it as if it were a sleeping child.

The black horse blew loudly, breaking the eerie silence of the surrounding men.

Then, "Is he dead, lad?" a voice asked gently.

"Aye," said the boy. He looked at the man who had spoken. "Take down the flag, Bernard, and spread it on the ground."

The man obeyed, and the boy stooped and gently laid the body of the only father he had ever known upon the red silk of Lincoln's flag.

The only evidence he gave of strain from the heavy weight was the fine mist of sweat that broke out upon his brow and the muscle that flickered along one of his high cheekbones.

The sheriff's men looked grimly down upon the dead face of their leader. His uncovered brown hair was matted with dirt and sweat and blood. The helmet he had worn into battle was gone, nor was he wearing his mail coif. Someone had pushed it off to try to staunch the wound that had killed him.

A fruitless enterprise, obviously, as the man'swhole skull was caved in.

"What happened, Hugh?" one of the other men asked. He spoke in a lowered voice, as if it might be possible to disturb the sleep of the man who lay on the ground before them. "Did you see it?"

"Aye, I saw it," the boy replied in a careful, steady voice. "Ralf and I were walking back toward the camp together when I stopped to get a drink from a stream. Ralf went on ahead of me, God alone knows why, and the next thing I heard was his shout. I looked up to see four Scots leaping out at him from within a small copse of wood. They had seen that he was alone and unhelmeted, and one of them had a mace." The boy drew a deep breath. "They were after his sword."

"Why did you not come to his aid?" a tall knight demanded angrily. "Surely he deserved that much of you!"

Other voices muttered at the speaker to keep quiet, but the boy replied with steely composure, "I was too far away. I ran to help him, of course, but by the time I arrived he had fallen."

Silence fell as all of the men looked at the body laying before them on the blood-red silk of Lincoln's flag.

"And did the four who killed him get away, Hugh?" asked the quiet voice of the man named Bernard.

"No," the boy said simply. "I killed them all."

The boy was twenty years old and this was his first battle, but there wasn't a man there who did not believe him.

"Why in the name of God did he not have his helmet on?" the angry knight cried.

"The noseguard had been bent and it was in the way of his vision," the boy replied.

The men stood under the misty sun, regarding with sorrow the fallen body of the sheriff.

Bernard pulled himself together. "We must get him back to Northallerton," he said. "He deserves a decent burial."

"Not here," Hugh said quickly. "I will take him home and bury him next to Adela. That is what he would have wanted."

One of the sheriff's men began to say something, but at a look from the boy's startling light gray eyes, he fell silent.

"All right," Bernard said quietly. "We will take him home."

They put the body of Ralf Corbaille on a hurdle and carried him back to the king's base camp at Northallerton. King Stephen had not been present at this first battle of the civil war that was brewing between him and his cousin, the Empress Matilda. This had been a fight between the northern English, reinforced by some southern troops, and the Scots under their king, David, who was uncle to the empress.

"I will need to have a coffin," Hugh said to the oldest and most faithful of his father's knights, Bernard Radvers. They were standing in the hall of Northallerton Castle, where the body of the Sheriff of Lincoln had been laid temporarily to get it out of the warmth of the emerging sunlight. "And I will need a wagon."

"Lad." Bernard looked at the boy he had known since he was eight and had first come to live with Ralf. Hugh was still wearing his mail hauberk, but he had taken off his helmet and mail coif and his thick black hair had fallen forward across his brow, almost to the level line of his brows.

His face was expressionless, as armored as his body. If Bernard did not know better, he would assume that the death of the Sheriff of Lincoln meant nothing to this youngster who was looking at him with such disciplined immobility.

Ignoring all the signs that forbade it, Bernard reached out and touched the boy's bare hand in a gesture of comfort.

Meet the Author

Joan Wolf lives in Milford, Connecticut, with her husband and two children. In her spare time she rides her horse, walks her dog, and roots fanatically for the New York Yankees and UConn Huskies.

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