Page 264 of The Valiant Knight

It looked like curiosity could, indeed, kill the cat. In this case, the cat was an anthropologist.

As they began walking away from it, there was talking coming from somewhere. There were low murmurs like two people were having a whole-ass conversation.

Somewhere.

They both looked around.

“We done fucked up by doing construction here,” Tony said.

Graham agreed there.

There was no doubt in his mind that one single action contributed to the situation.

Then again, they dug up a body, and played with bones in a crypt. That couldn’t be helpful, now could it?

“Opening the tower where Ceit died has made it crazy, and she was calm until we dug her up.”

That was the truth.

Graham thought about it.

“When Gryphen and Ian were here, as soon as Ceit realized they would help her, she started acting out more often. These ghosts must know we’re trying to answer some questions, and they want our attention.”

That appeared to be it.

Well, they had it.

As they walked out of the room where the crypts were placed, they didn’t get five feet before they saw it.

On the stone floor, there was a piece of paper.

“Uh, that wasn’t there before,” Graham said. “I literally just walked through here.”

Tony was curious.

It was his nature.

Heading toward it, he picked it up and read over it. The paper was the same in the big, old historical archive of Ceit’s letters.

Turning it over, he began reading it.

‘My eldest child,

As your father, I am telling you that you are not to divorce your husband. You will bring great shame to our family. If he has a lover, or lies with a man, you will tolerate it, and play Lady of Ravensmire.

That is your duty.

Your mother and I have talked this over, and we will disown you if you try to leave. In fact, I am on my way there to talk to you. I’m bringing your sister to offer her to Duncan.

His unhappiness with you must be amended. You are aware of how important the alliance between us and the Granndachs are. It mustn’t be tarnished.

Your sole duty is to give him a daughter, and fill his manor with children. Your heart being broken over his needs to empty his balls is not important. You let him have his lovers, and you do what you’ve been raised to do.

Or else.

Don’t make me angry, Ceit. We will not have this family disgraced.

Lord Oisin of Darragh.’