invaluable. He had saved many lives and had averted many disasters. But in the same respect, he had ruined many lives and had created a few disasters of his own in the line of duty.
Kevin knew all of this. He realized his brother’s mission was critical to the survival of England. He simply didn’t want that mission to be filled by Sean. It would have been fine with him had it been anyone else, but not Sean.
Not his brother.
Kevin had been too young to go on crusade with King Richard those years ago. Sean and Caius and many other men in the service of William Marshal had gone, but Kevin had simply been too young and his father would not hear of it, not even to squire for one of the knights. Therefore, Kevin had remained behind and, quite possibly, been embittered by the fact that he wasn’t allowed to go.
He had continued his training at Kenilworth Castle, the castle were all of the great knights had trained. He had remained steadfast to England while his brother and many other great warriors had gone on to seek glory in the hot sands of the Holy Land. There were several Executioner Knights who knew both Kevin and Sean well, and they always believed that there was perhaps some bitterness on Kevin’s part that he was never allowed to experience what the rest of them had. Perhaps it was something that carried over into his views on Sean’s position with John.
Sean was still obtaining glory, now as the right-hand of the king.
Whatever the case, because Kevin had not been compromised in those nasty battles against the Muslim enemy, his moral values had not been damaged. He was an excellent balance in the group and that is why William Marshal had accepted his fealty.
Even William knew that they needed Kevin.
The negative aspect to that was the fact that Kevin, in a sense, was naive. It was that naive nature that had caused so many problems with Sean. Caius knew that, and he understood Sean’s desire to continue to protect Kevin. Sean was still the big brother, still looking out for his younger brother. Now, he was asking Caius to assume that duty.
Caius knew how much that request meant to Sean.
“As you say, Sean,” he said quietly. “But do not think you can die comfortably because I agree. I could very well beat Kevin to a pulp if you pass on because he was so cruel to you. If you remain, I shall not touch him.”
He was trying to bargain with Sean so the man would have to fight for his life, if only to protect his brother from Caius. Realizing this, Sean smiled faintly.
“Touch him and I shall haunt you,” he muttered. “Men thought I was frightening from the shadows when I was alive. Imagine how frightening I shall be in the darkness when I am dead.”
Caius grinned, flashing his bright, slightly crooked smile. “Terrifying,” he agreed. “But you shall not haunt us for a very long time, Sean. I cannot do without you and neither can those you love. You are the strongest man I know. You must prove it.”
Sean’s smile faded. “I shall try.”
“Swear it?”
“I do.”
After that, Sean drifted off into unconsciousness again. He’d said what he’d needed to say and could now rest peacefully. Caius let him sleep, still holding his hand, even as Kevin returned with blankets and more fuel for the fire. He even had the servants warm the blankets before putting them on his brother, making sure he was comfortable and protected.
Kevin made sure that every detail about his brother was perfect. In fact, there seemed to be a change in his manner, something Caius had seen with men he’d served with in the Holy Land – it was a hardness that was difficult to describe, an attention to duty that had immovable focus. With Sean down, Kevin was in command now, and he was taking those duties very seriously.
Now, it was the little brother doing the protecting and the realization made Caius smile.
Perhaps the little brother had finally grown up, after all.
However, it wasn’t growing up as much as it was a changing of the heart in Kevin de Lara. He’d lived and served among those who killed without hesitation for a good deal of his professional life. He’d seen a great many travesties that had gotten under his skin, things his fellow knights had done, things he’d complained about but no action taken against.