44. 17th November 1314, Sunset ~ Paris, France
Jack waited in a dusty old inn, a flask of water between his hands and a letter from his wife, Iona, on the table. He read it over and over again, the smile broadening on his face.
Iona was five months into her pregnancy.
He had received the news that Iona would name the child Jacob if he was a boy or Eleanor if she was a girl. Jack sighed, happily drinking his water from its tankard and thinking to himself.
Life was good.
And it would be better with one little adjustment.
Jack looked up and stood as the man he was waiting for entered the inn. He wore a dark cloak on his head which cast an ominous shadow over his face and his tall frame was hidden beneath the simple guise. He walked with a brisk step and sat with Jack. Jack looked at him, trying to make out his facial features, but the man kept his head down and all Jack could see was a mouth set in an unshaven chin.
“I can't be here long,” said the man, “I shouldn't be here at all. But I have the information you require.”
“And what can you tell me?” asked Jack.
“The King will go out hunting in the forests, this will be the perfect time for you.”
The man rose, took Jack's tankard of water and drank it. The man only raised his head a little to drink, but Jack caught sight of his face...