Kaelyn finished with her meal at the table in the main dining hall. She watched Steve for a bit, and relaxed against the chair. She hadn't seen anything of Lysander in awhile and she was glad of it.
Steve was finished, and put his fork down, and looked at the clock. It read 7:42.
"Is there any TV here?" he asked.
"I don't know. You can go to the computer room, wherever that may be, if you want to know. I don't know who you would ask otherwise."
"Mad'moiselle, der ees uh leeter fer toi." Said a French stool.
"Form who?" she asked, hoping it would be her grandmother, even though she knew that was impossible.
"Fruhm de Maste'"
She frowned. "Oh" she said, disappointed.
She took the letter and opened it slowly, carefully. It read:
Dear Kaelyn,
I am so sorry for betraying your fragile trust in me. I should never have yelled at you like that.
I have something special that I've been meaning to give you. Would you care so as to join me by the stables at eight o' clock?
I would greatly appreciate it. I miss being around you and Steve.
I await your answer. Send it back with Jean.
Lysander Ioannidis ArgyrisShe looked at the note. She reread it several times.
And she made her decision.
"Steve, I – am going to-to talk to Lysander. I want you to go to bed. I'll be up shortly after." And she got up to go to the stables.
"Lysander?" she called. She was at the stables and didn't see anything.
"Hello." And Lysander walked out of the barn door.
She drew in a quick short breath of fear.
"So what is it you wanted to show me?" she asked.
"Follow me." and he turned down a path she didn't see.
"No one can see this path unless I want them to. It's another magical thing. These were provided for me to let me have a place to give me tranquility and a place to vent myself. They are very special to me, and I'm letting you and Steve see them. You can stay there as much as you want."
She felt touched by this. Then remembered she was supposed to fear him, so she brushed it aside.
He led her farther and farther on the path.
They walked for ten minutes, with Kaelyn getting more and more nervous every minute. Eventually, he stopped.
"Shh!" He put his paw up to his mouth and tried as best he could to give the 'shh' sign. He quietly walked up to a door.
It was wooden and had iron décor on it. He inserted a key into the key hole, located low on the door. It swung open with loud creakings, and stopped half way. There were many branches in the way.
He went inside and turned to the side to let her in.
She walked in, and, "Ohmygod!" she breathed. Her breath was taken away by the beautiful garden before her.
She looked ahead, where there was a small path carved into the bushes. To her right, were red, white, yellow, pink and blue carnations, speckled with tiny rose buds everywhere, climbing on the garden brick wall. On her left, she saw trees. There were pear, peach, apple, and blueberry bushes hidden in the trees. Strawberry dazzled her eyes underneath the trees. Tight in the corner, where cantaloupe, pumpkin and watermelon. She walked into the path and a few minutes later, she saw a stream to the side, in which goldfish and catfish thrived.
She continued on and saw a fountain in the middle. Around it lay the path divided. The fountain was huge, consisting of one middle shoot, spraying water into the air, twenty feet. And around it, were water-spouts adding detail to the beauty.
The large garden was beautiful and Kaelyn stood there, amazed.
She smiled and whispered, "Wow!"
"Do you like it?" Lysander asked.
"Like it! I love it!" She smiled at him, finally, trusting him - though it was only a little bit.
"Then it's yours." He swung his arms wide to indicate that the entire garden was hers.
"What do you mean 'mine'? Didn't you say this was your garden? The one that was magical and yours for a sanctuary? I can't accept it. It-it's too nice. Too- valuable." She stepped back a bit.
"Please, I never come in here, and you can bring Steve here, he will enjoy this place I'm sure. Please, take it," he pleaded.
"Well," she seemed sketchy about it. After all, he said he didn't use it, and he was willingly giving it to her.
"What about the roses? Wouldn't they die shortly?"
"Well, actually, no. they stay alive until the other ro-. No. They don't die."
She heard his slip, and wondered what he was talking about- another rose. What other rose?
She brushed it off, and walked about the garden a bit.
"Fine, ill take it."
Lysander smiled.
"Would you like to show Steve?" he asked.
Kaelyn looked at the sky, and saw its fading light.
"No. I'll show him tomorrow. It's getting dark."
"Then would you like to go in?" he questioned.
"Yes. I would actually."
They walked up to her room.
When they were in front of her door, she turned said, "Thank you. Thank you for the garden. I know Steve will enjoy it, and I know I shall too."
The door was finally opened, and she walked in.
Turning to close the door, she smiled at him and then shut the door in his face.