Chapter 14
After I mailed the letter, I came back to find Erik unsaddling a white horse. "Erik," I scolded, "Where did you get that horse?"
Erik looked up at me and grinned mischievously. "From the stable." He said obviously.
"Well, yeah," I said, rolling my eyes, "But did you ask?"
"No, no I did not." He said, smiling.
2 days later
I lay in my coffin, reading Les Miserables and thoroughly enjoying it. Eventually I stopped. Erik had been out doing something or other, but now I heard the front door shut. I peered out of my room to see Erik, leading a frightened Christine Daae!
I let out a small gasp and he looked up. Erik then started waving his arms wildly and mouthing the word "Go!" over and over again. Taking the hint, I slipped into my room before Christine saw me.
Now I know why Erik had covered the sitting room with flowers.
Fifteen minutes later I went into Erik's room, about to yell at him to find him writing a note.
My dear Christine,
you need have no concern as to your fate.
You have no better nor more respectful
friend in the world than myself. You are
alone
Are not.
At present, in this home which is yours.
I am going out shopping to fetch you all
the things that you can need.
Erik asked me to put this note in the Louis-Philippe room(where Christine was), and when I got back, he was gone. When Erik returned, his arms laden with packages, he went straight to the Louis-Philippe/Christine's room. I silently slipped in behind him. As Erik lay the packages on her bed, Christine started yelling at him, trying to get him to take off his mask. All Erik said was, "You shall never see Erik's face." For the first time, Christine noticed me. "And who are you?" She demanded. "Why don't you recognize-" I started. Suddenly I realized that I was wearing my mask. "Umm. . . . I'm . . . . Cossete!" I wildly invented. "Really?" Said Christine, raising her eyebrows. "Okay, I'm Jamie. And you shall never see Jamie's face."
Erik told Christine to meet him for lunch in half an hour, and she slammed the door in his face. At lunch, Christine asked Erik what his nationality was and if the name Erik did not point to his Scandinavian origin. Erik answered that he had no name nor country and came upon the name of Erik by accident. After lunch, Erik offered Christine his fingertips, but as soon as she touched them she cried out and drew her hand away.
"Oh, forgive me!" Erik moaned. It was to much for me. I left to the sitting room.
To sit.