A/N: This is the final chapter of A Lost Soul. Enjoy.

The next morning I was awoken to Masbeth's frightened shouts.

"Sarah! The Constable is gone!"

I bolted out of bed, running to my door. "What do you mean?"

Masbeth stopped outside my door, panting. "Some men from New York took him away. He didn't want to go, but they forced him!"

"They were taking him back to New York?"

"Yes."

I sighed, my thoughts in a whirlwind. "We must bring him back."

"But how?"

"By following their trail. Which way did they go?"

"There is only one road from here to New York."

"Then we follow that. Prepare two horses," I ordered.

"Are you strong enough-?"

"It doesn't matter if I am or not; the only thing that matters is Ichabod!"

Masbeth ran down the stairs, and I got dressed. I ran out to the stables, where Masbeth was waiting. He was on his horse, and he held the reins to the other. It was Katrina's.

"Masbeth, I can't mount on my own," I said impatiently.

He hopped off his horse and helped me onto mine. I smiled in thanks, and I let him take the lead on the worn path.

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After some time, we heard the distant sound of horses neighing and carriage wheels clattering. Masbeth and I sped up our horses, and soon we arrived at what appeared to be an accident.

The carriage had been totaled, the horses standing a few feet away, not sure of what was happening. One guy had hold of Ichabod's arm, a pistol aimed at his head. Another was assessing the damage to the carriage.

I whispered to Masbeth to stop, and we listened to their conversation.

"What could have caused this?" one guy asked.

"Maybe we ran over a log, or a rock?" the other suggested.

"As you can clearly see, there are no rocks or logs anywhere near us!"

"Why don't we ask the Constable? I'm sure he can figure it out!"

I clenched the reins tightly. How dare they mock Ichabod!

"The man with the pistol is Mr. Loft," Masbeth whispered.

"And the other?"

"Don't know; I've never seen him before."

With this piece of knowledge, I continued to listen to the brutes.

"Well, Constable? What happened to our carriage?"

Ichabod hesitated before answering. "It looks to me that, um, that the front axel was loose, thus causing the front wheels to, uh, stop working."

"And who loosened it? One of your bloody townsfolk?!" Mr. Loft shouted.

"I don't know who did it." Ichabod's face was very pale. "Any one in the village had the means and opportunity."

"You're just full of answers, aren't you?" the other man asked. "Well, how do you solve this: us, all alone in the woods, with a loaded pistol pointed at you, and some unkind feelings?"

Ichabod didn't say anything as Mr. Loft cocked the gun. I was about to urge my horse into a gallop at them when a gunshot rang through the air, but it didn't come from the pistol. Mr. Loft fell to the ground, dead. I looked over to the right and saw that someone else was with us. I recognized him as Mr. Brown.

"Constable, are you okay?" He rushed over to where Ichabod stood, staring at the bloody body next to him.

"Who is-" the other man started, but Mr. Brown silenced him with a wave of his rifle.

"I don't want to kill any one else," he said.

"You should take warning, Mr. Kent," Ichabod said. "He has a very precise aim."

After a minute, more watchmen came rushing through the woods and apprehended Mr. Kent. Other townspeople came and collected the body of Mr. Loft, the broken coach, and the horses. Ichabod was about to make his way home when I decided to come out of hiding.

"Ichabod," I softly called.

He turned around and a shocked expression was on his face. "Sarah? Masbeth? When did you-?"

"We followed you here; we saw everything," Masbeth said.

"Oh, Ichabod!" I jumped down from my horse and ran into his arms. "I was so scared. I thought I had lost you."

"So did I." Ichabod stroked my hair.

I suddenly felt extremely weak and lost my balance.

Ichabod caught me and lifted me into his arms. "All this excitement was too much for your body."

I smiled. "I suppose."

Ichabod took me back to the house, where he forced to me spend the rest of the day in bed.

I didn't mind; he stayed with me until I fell asleep late in the evening. But I recall something that he said to me as I was dozing off. His voice sounded far away, even though he was sitting next to me, and he said, "Sarah Jones, you have bewitched me in more ways than anyone else. I want you to remain in Sleepy Hollow, by my side, until death separates us. Will you marry me?"

Even though I was almost asleep, I was still able to whisper, "Yes."

Ichabod lightly kissed me, and left me to dream.

Needless to say, my dreams that night were filled with him... with us, together.

Two misunderstood souls bound in love.

The End

A/N: Aww! How sweet! I hope you enjoyed this story- I know I did! Reviews are like marriage proposals from Ichabod!