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After their introductions to Mr. Moguy, Candie's lawyer, they started climbing the stairs, Coco, the girl in the French maid outfit following up behind them. "How long have you been associated with Mr. Candie?"
"Calvin's father and I must have been about eleven when we went to boarding school together. Calvin's father's father put me through law school. One could almost say I was raised to be Calvin's lawyer!" he laughed.
"One could almost say you's a nigger." Django replied making everyone pause and look at him. Sara raised her eyebrows and looked at Mr. Moguy who stared down at him in a brief moment of shock.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing- He's just being cheeky." King said quickly and Mr. Moguy turned around and started walking again, leading them to the Julius Cesar room. "Is there anything else about Mr. Candie I should know?"
"Well yes, he is a bit of a Francophile…"
"What civilized people aren't?" King replied smoothly.
"And he prefers Monsieur Candie to Mister Candie."
"Ce qu'il préfère…"
"He doesn't speak French, don't speak French because that'll embarrass him." Mr. Moguy said softly, holding up his hand.
"But of course." King agreed. Mr. Moguy turned around to open the door allowing King the time to turn and shoot both Django and Sara a slightly bemused look.
The doors opened to reveal a billiards room, not exactly the décor Sara was expecting from a room called "The Julius Cesar room". Against one wall was a bar with a black man serving drinks, at the bar was a beautiful black woman wearing a very slinky dress making Sara stiffen slightly. She looked Sara over with a slightly amused look, making Sara look away from her. At the pool table stood a man wearing an ill fitting suit and a hat, and all the way on the other side of the room, with their backs facing the party were two men sitting on a couch, watching two black men in the middle of a bloody, bare knuckle fight.
"Why do you want to get in the Mandingo business?" one of the men spoke up suddenly, without turning around.
"Won't you allow your second to make the proper introductions?"
"Quit stallin' now. Answer the question."
"Well truthfully… I'm bored." King shrugged, even though Candie did not see the gesture. "This seems like a good bit of fun."Calvin turned around with a smile and nodded as he looked at the group.
"You brought your Missus?"
"She would never forgive me if she found out I came to the famous Cleopatra Club and didn't bring her along." King replied with a smile.
"Well, we got us a fight goin' on that's a good bit of fun." King looked to Sara who shrugged and then looked to the bar.
"Mrs. Schultz, won't you accompany me to the bar?" Mr. Moguy asked, holding out his arm. She smiled and slipped her arm through his outstretched elbow.
"Roscoe, the beautiful Mrs. Schultz will have a Champagne, I'll have a sweet tea and bourbon, and you get Freeman Django here whatever he wants."
"I don't drink with ponies." Sara said suddenly as she stared at the black woman sitting there drinking a champagne.
"Oh, of course, Sheba," Mr. Moguy nodded away from the bar. She wordlessly stood up, picking up the bottle of champagne and walked over to a set of couches near the fight and sat down. Roscoe popped the cork on another bottle of champagne and poured Sara a glass before putting the bottle into the ice Sheba had left. "Mrs. Schultz, I'll leave you in Roscoe's capable hands." He turned to the bartender. "Anything she wants." He reminded the man who nodded.
Django wordlessly offered Sara a cigarette, she nodded and he rolled one for her before striking a match. She leaned forward, lighting her cigarette off of his match and then he rolled and lit one for himself.
After the fight was over, the Italian man who had been betting on the loser of the fight walked over to the bar. He cast Django a curious look. "What's your name?"
"Django."
"Can you spell it?"
"D-J-A-N-G-O. The D is silent."
"I know." He replied before gesturing to his men and then leaving.
"Moguy, I want you to take care of my new boy here. Find him a room with a soft bed, and bring him up a pony to lick his pole." He turned his attention to Big Fred. "We're gonna be traveling to Candieland tomorrow now you hear?"
"Yes sir." He replied.
"Oh before you go, Roscoe, get Fred here a tall beer." Roscoe handed the black man the beer and Candie smiled. "You enjoy that boy. You've earned it."
"Yes sir." Fred replied before walking out, followed by Mr. Moguy. Candie turned around and looked at Sara.
"Well I don't think we were properly introduced," he smiled charmingly as he looked Sara over. "Dr. Schultz, you truly have an eye for beauty, and beauty such as yours comes from only one place, tell me Mrs. Schultz, you must be French."
"Is that a compliment, or do you truly find only the French to be beautiful?" Sara asked in her Irish accent making Calvin Candie's ears turn pink.
"Of course not my dear, it's just so rare to find one as striking as yourself; my mind instantly associates it with the second most beautiful place I know of."
"The first being?"
"Candieland." he grinned revealing his discolored teeth, making Sara cringe on the inside. She simply batted her eyelashes and smiled.
"If France is a second to your home, I hope to see it one day." she replied. He smiled tightly before turning his attention to Django.
"What's your name boy?" he asked.
"His name is Django Freeman," King spoke up as he walked around the couch. He had watched the encounter with Sara and Candie, frozen in his spot as Sara became her character quite easily.
"Where did you pick him up?" Candie asked.
"A fortuitous turn of events brought Django and myself together."
"I've heard tell about you," Candie continued as he walked towards Django. "I heard you been telling everyone them Mandingoes ain't no good, tellin' them what nobody's sellin' ain't worth buying, I'm curious, what makes you such a Mandingo expert?"
"I'm curious what makes you curious." Django replied as he turned around.
"What did you say boy?" the man with the ill fitting suit turned away from his pool game.
"Calm down Butch," Candie said, not breaking eye contact with Django. "No offence intended, and none taken."
"Oh, Monsieur Candie, I'd appreciate it if you could direct your line of inquiry towards me."
"One, you do not have a drink, can I get you a tasty refreshment?"
"Yes! I'll have a beer." King smiled.
"Oh Wunderbar, Roscoe, a beer for the man with the beard and I will have a Polynesian Pearl diver and do not spare the rum." Candie looked at the bartender who poured a beer for King. "Doc," Candie spoke as he turned to King. "I am a seasoned slaver. You are, well, you are a neophyte, I'm just trying to ascertain if this cowboy here is taking advantage of you."
"With all due respect, Monsieur Candie, I did not seek you out for your advice. I sought you out to purchase a fighting nigger at above top dollar market price, now I was under the impression that when you granted us an audience it would be to discuss business." King gave him a charming smile at the end of his sentence while Roscoe set down the drink Candie had ordered.
"No, we weren't talkin' business yet. We were discussing my curiosity." Roscoe walked over to King, handing him a glass and a bottle of beer. "Roscoe, Coco, go outside and play. Sheba," he looked over at the woman sitting on the couch. "You stay right there."
"I knew you didn't mean me." She replied.
"Now Mrs. Schultz, I know this all must seem terribly uninteresting to you," he looked at Sara who shrugged.
"While business is not my strongest sense, a lady does not enter or exit a room without her escort." She replied and he smiled.
"Of course." He nodded before looking back to King.
"Prost," King tilted his glass towards Candie.
"German." Candie tilted his glass, uninterested. "Not according to Moguy, if I do business with you, I'm doin' business with both of y'all." He gestured between King and Django. "You do the eyeballin', he's the billfold, is that it?" he asked Django.
"You don't make it sound too flattering, but more or less, yes." King chuckled as he poured himself some more beer from his bottle.
"So, bright boy, Moguy tells me you looked over my African flesh and you was none too impressed huh?"
"Not for top dollar." He replied as he sat down his drink.
"Then we've got nothing more to talk about." Candie replied as he stood up. "You see you want to buy a beat ass nigger from me, those are the beat ass niggers I want to sell so-"
"He don't wanna buy the niggers you wanna sell," Django looked at Candie. "He wants the nigger you don't want ta sell."
"Well I don't sell the niggers I don't want to sell." Candie hissed.
"Well, you won't sell your best," King walked over to the bar and set the bottle of beer down as Candie walked away from the bar. "You won't even sell your second best, but your third best- you don't want to sell him either- but if I made you an offer so ridiculous, you'd be forced to consider…." He let out a laugh. "Who knows what could happen?" he held his hands up. Candie turned around slowly, trying to look uninterested.
"And what do you consider ridiculous?" he asked, rubbing his nose, before turning his back again.
"For a truly talented specimen… The right nigger…" he sighed as he thought before looking to Django. "How much would you say Django?" he asked making Django look down in thought and sigh, before looking back to Calvin Candie's back.
"Twelve thousand dollars." He announced. There was the sound of air being sucked through Calvin's straw as he turned around.
"Gentlemen," he looked between them. "You had my curiosity, but now you have my attention."
After having dinner with Calvin, Sheba, and Coco, they had drinks and found themselves talking into the night, before Calvin officially invited the party to Candieland. Sara, King and Django went back to the house, to prepare for the journey, and Sara instantly went to Ilsa who was sleeping. She picked her up and cuddled her daughter lightly before putting her back on the bed that had been Mrs. Hunt's children's bed. It had raised walls on the sides so the baby would not be able to roll off the bed. Sara kissed Ilsa lightly before going to her and King's room where King was undressing.
He was trying to untie his tie making Sara chuckle lightly and walk over. He let go of it and obediently stood there as she untied it for him. "You did wonderfully tonight," she told him and he smiled lightly.
"As did you, how you were able to channel such a character, you never cease to amaze me," he chuckled as he helped unbutton the back of her dress. She stepped out of the dress itself and he picked it up, laying it on the couch in their bedroom. He unbuttoned the top of her hoop skirt and let it fall around her feet, before he started to unlace her corset. He was good this time and didn't tear away at the strings binding it together, and when he finished Sara let out a long sigh, before taking a deep breath while he held her steady. She leaned back against him, resting her head on his shoulder as he softly stroked her cheek with his finger tips. "Why do you wear such a thing?" he asked and she smiled lightly.
"You know why." She replied.
"I do," he nodded. "I've been thinking, when this is all done, all of it…" he continued as he helped her slide the corset off. "We could settle down, perhaps, find a home out west." He offered making her look at him in surprise as she put on a nightgown.
"You want to settle down?" she asked. "But what about all of our work, all of our searching?" she asked.
"Well, it's like Marshall Gus said, I've got a daughter now. I can't keep looking for revenge that may never come." He shrugged. "For all we know, he could be dead already."
"For all we know, we spoke to him tonight." She shrugged and he smiled.
"I know you are quite invested in this, but I feel as though Klaus is telling me, it is almost time to move on." He told her and she sighed before nodding.
"I can feel that." She replied softly and then let out a long sigh before she nodded, and then turned to face King as he took his shoes off. "What about Django?"
"What about him?" he asked.
"Where will him and Broomhilda go?" she asked.
"Well I- I was hoping they might come with us." He shrugged making her smile. She threw her arms around him making him chuckle.
"We'll have to ask them both though," she reminded him. "After all, they will be free to go wherever they want."
"This is true." He smiled. "Come, get some rest dear, we have to leave early in the morning." He reminded her. She sighed and nodded before she got into the bed. He finished changing for bed and them slipped in on the other side before blowing out the flame on the lamp next to his bed.
"King?" she asked softly and he shifted as she moved up next to him, allowing him to wrap his arm around her shoulders.
"Yes, mein Liebling?" he asked.
"Django is family, isn't he?" she asked and he nodded after a moment of thought.
"Well, yes, I suppose he is." He agreed.
"I want to make him Ilsa's godfather." She told King who thought for a moment.
"Are we having her baptized?" he asked and she sighed.
"Well, I suppose we should." She agreed and he nodded. "When we find where we want to settle, but honey, do you think it's a good idea?" she asked and he smiled as he stroked her hair.
"I could not think of a better one if I wanted to." He assured her making her smile. "Now go to sleep. We need to be up soon." He told her before kissing her gently. She smiled, giving him one last kiss before she curled up and fell asleep.
What do you think, do you think Broomhilda and Django will go with King and Sara and Ilsa, or will they go on their own way?
What do you think about the idea of King and Sara settling down? Will they even get that far? Who knows what'll happen in Candieland!
Please review!