“I thought he just liked to think that his ancestors were knights,” said Jessie. “But I guess it really could be true.”
Violet slowly turned the pages. There were several paintings of members of the Worthington family. “This is Lady Worthington.” Violet pointed to a woman in an elegant dress. “She lived from 1625 to 1693. And next to her is her husband, Lord Worthington.”
Benny leaned over to look closer. “Hey he does look like Richard Worthington!”
“I don’t know about that,” Henry said.
“Well, they both have beards,” Benny pointed out.
“Is that their dog?” asked Jessie.
“Yes,” Violet said, with a smile. “It says that noble families often had portraits painted of their dogs. This one is a springer spaniel named Jeffrey.”
“I think we should have a portrait painted of Watch,” said Benny.
“I don’t think he’d sit still long enough,” Jessie said.
“What’s that other yellow sticker for?” Henry asked, pointing to a sticker on a page further along in the book.
Violet flipped ahead. The sticker marked the last line of the last page of the chapter. Violet read it aloud to the others, “For more information about the Worthington family, see volume 2.”
“What does that mean?” Benny asked.
“Sometimes if a book is really long it’s printed in two parts, or volumes,” Jessie explained. “Remember this book says volume 1 on it? There’s a second book that goes with it.”
“Wait a minute. Richard wrote something on this sticker,” Violet said, bending her head to look at it more closely. “His handwriting is very messy. I can’t read it.”
“Let me see,” Henry said, taking the book from her. “I have experience with messy handwriting.”
“Yes, your own,” Jessie teased him.
Henry looked at the tag. “Starts with an S.” He frowned, puzzling over what the letters might say. Then suddenly he looked up. “I think it says ‘sword.’”
Henry handed the book back to Violet so she could look at the word again. Jessie and Benny leaned over her.
“I think you’re right,” Jessie said. “Richard Worthington seems to be very interested in swords.”
Just then the tent flap swung open. Standing in the doorway was Richard Worthington.
“What are you young scamps doing in my tent?” he demanded, peering down at them.
“Hannah told us you couldn’t find your crown,” Henry said nervously. “She asked us to look for it.” His hand shook slightly as he handed the crown to Mr. Worthington.
Mr. Worthington took the crown and placed it on his head. Then he looked slowly from one face to the next. The children wondered what he would say. Finally he spoke. “Thank you for finding it. I must have … misplaced it.” He stepped out of the doorway and held it open, as if waiting for the children to leave.
Jessie took a deep breath before speaking up. “We also found this book, Mr. Worthington. I hope you don’t mind that we were looking through it.” She held the book out in front of her.
Mr. Worthington took the book. He raised his eyebrows. “I don’t mind. Did you see my ancestors mentioned in there?”
“We did,” said Henry.
“Pretty cool,” Benny said.
The corners of Mr. Worthington’s mouth turned up slightly. “Yes,” he said. “Cool. Now I ask that you leave.”
One by one the Aldens filed out of the tent.
When they were far enough from the tent that they felt certain Richard Worthington couldn’t hear them, Jessie turned to the others. “I would love to know what it says about the Worthingtons in volume 2.”
“Me, too,” said Henry.
“Looks like we’ll be doing some investigating at the library tomorrow,” Violet predicted.
That night, Jessie and Violet performed in the show as a jester and a musician. The girls excitedly changed into their special checkered costumes and pointy shoes. They wore hats with long jingling tails. Jessie entertained the audience with lively jumps, cartwheels, and back handsprings. She also juggled apples without dropping a single one. Meanwhile Violet serenaded the audience with her beautiful violin music.
While the girls were busy in the tent, Benny helped Jonathan dress. Henry worked in the stable, preparing the horses.
Once again the children had fun, and the show was a great success. But still there was no sign of the missing sword.
The next morning Mrs. McGregor made the children a hearty breakfast of eggs, bacon, homemade biscuits, and orange juice. As Violet drizzled honey on a biscuit, her eye was caught by a photograph in the morning newspaper, which Grandfather had left on the table. The photo showed a group of knights in armor.
“Hey, look,” she said. “There’s a picture here of the medieval fair.” Then Violet looked closer. “No, wait a minute,” she said, reading the caption. “This article is about a medieval movie they’re making. It’s called The Noble Knights of the Round Table.”
“Cool!” said Henry. “We’ll have to go see that.”
“Yes,” said Violet, her eyes scanning the article quickly. “It says they’re choosing the cast right now, and they are hoping to find some new young actors.”
“Hey, I hate to interrupt,” said Jessie, “but remember we are going to the library today?”
“That’s right,” Violet said, popping her last bit of biscuit into her mouth. “Let’s clear the dishes and get going.”
At last they were ready to go. They got on their bicycles to ride to the library. They arrived just as the librarian was unlocking the door. “You must really want to get some books!” she said with a laugh.
“One in particular,” Jessie said as they followed the librarian back to the main desk. “It’s called The Knights of Old England, volume 2.”
“All right,” the librarian said, looking on her computer to find the book. She wrote the location on a small slip of paper and handed it to Jessie. “Go upstairs and you’ll find the book there.”
The Aldens went directly to the section of shelves written on the paper.
“Wow, look at all these books about knights,” said Benny. He pulled out several and sat down on the floor to look at them. They were books written for adults, so he couldn’t read them on his own. But they were filled with beautiful illustrations.
Henry spotted The Knights of Old England, volume 2, on the bottom shelf. He pulled the book out and carried it to a nearby table. The children all sat down with him.
“Check the index,” Jessie suggested.
Henry went to the back of the book and looked in the W section for “Worthington.”
“Here it is,” he said after a moment. “Pages 72 through 75 and page 100.”
Henry found page 72 and began reading. “This is all about the Worthington estate in northern England,” he said. He pointed to a picture of a castle. “This is where they lived in the seventeenth century.”
“So that might be Richard Worthington’s family home,” said Jessie. “Very nice.”
“For our family home, they could have a picture of a boxcar,” said Violet with a laugh.
Henry read on. “There’s some interesting stuff in here, but I don’t see anything about swords.”
“Try the other entry,” Violet suggested. “Page 100.”
Henry flipped ahead several pages. On page 95 a new chapter began entitled, “Weaponry.” The pages that followed contained illustrations of all kinds of weapons used by knights. There were crossbows and longbows, axes and maces, daggers and shields. Page 100 turned out to be filled with illustrations of swords.
“If we’re looking for swords, I think we found them,” said Henry.
Each sword was different—some had plain handles, others were elaborately carved. Henry’s eyes were drawn to a sword at the bottom of the page.
“Look!” Henry said in amazement. “It’s the sword! The one that’s missing!”
“Really?” asked Benny.
“Look for yourselves.” Henry held the book out for the others to see.
The children leaned over the page, studying the sword.
“It certainly does look like the sword,” Jessie said.
“I remember it had that big red stone in the middle of the handle,” Violet said, pointing to the picture.
“Yes, I remember that, too,” Jessie agreed, handing the book back to Henry.
Henry looked at the page again. “There’s something written underneath. It says this sword was given to the Worthington family by the king of England as a reward for bravery in battle. It was passed down from generation to generation. Then about thirty years ago, it was sold at an auction and disappeared from public view. No one knows what happened to it. But it would be worth a lot of money if it were found today.”
“Do you remember what Richard said to Hannah?” Jessie asked. “He said the sword was rightfully his. I thought he was just saying that because he wanted to use that sword. But it looks like he might be telling the truth!”
The others were silent, but just for a moment before Benny blurted out, “I bet he took it!”
“He certainly does seem like the most likely suspect,” Henry agreed.
“Jonathan said he gave the sword back to Richard,” Jessie recalled. “And no one has seen it since.”
“But we don’t have any real proof that Richard stole it,” Violet said.
“And we also don’t know where it is,” said Henry.
“We haven’t solved the mystery yet,” said Jessie.
“But we will,” said Benny. |