The Legend of Chastity Lorna
Chapter Five
By Alicia Jennings
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"As you can probably already guess, that "stranger" was none other than Perrin Allen. Of course, Chastity had been gone for three years and didn't know this older, bearded, travel-weary soul..." Dumbledore continued.
~~~~~
Back in 1683, at Lord Richard's manor:
"My lord!" Chastity heard the horrible clunk of his raven-haired head hitting the stone staircase. "Oh...." She ran to him, turning him over. There was a huge, bloody gash on the side of his head. "Arthur! Please, do come quickly!"
Arthur, another servant, ran to her. "Whatever happened?"
"He hath injured his head," said Chastity. "I shall need assistance in getting him to his room. You carry him by his legs; I'll carry him by his arms."
It was highly akward. Chastity, a mere slip of a girl, had much strength in her small bones, but carrying a well-sized man up a flight of stairs is no easy feat. After a half hour of labor, Chastity and Arthur managed to get him into bed.
"Thank you Arthur," said Chastity, gasping for breath. "I shall be fine from here." Arthur nodded and exited the room. Chastity looked at the man, trying to decide what to do. She started by removing his heavy riding boots and the knife on his belt. Then tenderly, as a mother would do, she took a damp cloth and washed the wound on his head. He'd taken quite a nasty fall. As she prepared the stranger for bed, she caught sight of his hands. They were not the hands of a soldier, although they were calloused. They were the hands of a nobleman. The callouses weren't from a sword or musket, they were from horse reins. When her work was done, she took one of the many pillows from the bed and lay down on the floor beside him, beginning her night-long vigil.
~~~~~
When Perrin stirred, the first thing he was aware of was the pounding ache in his head. It felt as though someone was pounding an axe into his head over....and over...and over....he groaned softly, and heard a stir.
"Oh, thank heavens, you are awake. How dost thou feel?"
"Not well," he answered groggily. "What happened? Where am I?"
The girl chuckled softly. "My lord, thou art in Lord Richard's manor, where you stopped to seek lodging. You took a rather nasty fall on the stair."
Perrin groaned. "Wouldst thou hand me my bag?" The girl looked puzzled but handed it to him nonetheless. He dug through it, muttering curses and throwing shirts and pants every whichway. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief, drawing forth his wand. "Now, be quiet about this, will you?"
The girls' eyes were wide, but she nodded. Perrin pointed the wand at his injury and muttered a spell. It healed instantly. "Ahh, that is better," he said, settling back on the pillows.
The girl was stuttering. "Ahh...w-well....that's b-better." She unnecessarily smoothed her skirt. "W-would you like some water?"
"That would be nice," said Perrin, grinning at her obviously flustered state.
As the girl bustled about, filling his goblet with water, he tried to remember what he'd been thinking about before he blacked out. "I know it was something important..." he thought wistfully. He had seen a face...the girl's. But whatever was so important about her? She was just a common house maid. She'd probably never been off the manor grounds in her life.
"Here is your water, my lord," said the girl. Perrin took the goblet, but it trembled in his hand. "Perhaps I should help you..." She covered his hand with hers, moving the cup to his parched lips.
Perrin marveled at her touch. So gentle, so kind....yet it sent tingling warmth all through his being. The last time a woman had made him react like that was when he was with Chastity in the garden....he wished he could drink of the cool water forever just so she would keep her hand upon his, but he couldn't do without breath that long. "Thank you."
"You are welcome, my lord." She set the goblet on the crudely made table beside the bed. "Is there anything else I can do for thee?" she asked, leaning over him to brush his bangs out of his face.
Perrin didn't know what made him do it. If it was just lustful passions, or the work of some higher being. But at that moment, he pulled the girl down to him and kissed her senseless.
"Stay with me," he whispered. "Please. Just stay with me the rest of the night."
And she did.
~~~~~
The morning came early for Chastity. The first thing she noticed is that somehow, her dress, shift, shoes, and stockings were on the floor. The second thing she noticed is that she was not alone in this strange bed.
The guest turned over to face her. "Good morning."
Chastity blushed a deep, deep crimson. "Good morning, my lord." She slipped out of the bed, going over to the window that looked out over the gardens. He followed her.
"There is something I wished to discuss with thee," said the stranger.
"Yes, my lord?" Chastity turned to him, feeling a bit akward.
"Well...last night...I had a few goblets of wine before ascending the stairs," he said. "And before I fell, there was only one thing I saw."
"Yes, my lord?"
"Your face. I dinna know why, but I did."
Chastity said nothing, simply looking out on the gardens.
~~~~~
Perrin stared at this slip of a girl before him. He had to remember. He had to.
Her beauty stunned him, especially when she stood in front of the window. For some reason, seeing her face and the gardens just seemed fitting...but why? Why? He wanted to scream, to punch a wall, to hit something. But at the same time he wanted to take her in his arms, kiss her, and caress her. Why???
He wrung his hands. He had to find out. He had the feeling that whatever he thought was very important. But he just couldn't take his eyes off of her face.
Her face...
The gardens...
Her face...
The gardens....
He was drawn back into a memory of when he was a teenager, when he'd held another girl, when he'd seen her face and the gardens.
Her face...
The gardens...
"Chastity!" he gasped out. The girl turned, her eyes lighting up.
"Thou knowest my name!" she gasped. "But....how?"
"Because, Chastity," said Perrin, "It is I, Perrin." Perrin took in the sight of her unclothed body. "Ahh, God, what have I done??"
~~~~~
A/N -
Argh! It's short again!!! Sorry about that. These ideas come in short bursts. Bear with me!!!!
I'd like to give a GREAT BIG THANK YOU to EVERYONE who has reviewed! They've all been really supportive for me!! *Hugs and kisses!!!*
Next chapter....POSSIBLY a little more Harry and Hermione and a little less of the legend. But I don't know yet. This is a living story, as I call it: I have a rough plotline, but nothing detailed. I'm writing from chapter to chapter so to speak.
In answer to some reviews...I have to be pretty cryptic about some of these answers. :0) Okay...question number ONE: Are Perrin Allen and Chastity Lorna real? Well, I really can't answer this one, it's something you'll find out later. TWO: Is there EVER gonna be some freakin' EVIL?!?!?! Oh yes. There will be evil. And it will be from someone you least expect...it just kinda comes outta nowhere and BOOM! Major mega evil! BWAHAHA!!!! Er...yeah.
Love, Chastity Lorna
Oh! Crap! Been writing too long!
Love, Alicia Marie~*
Chapter Five
By Alicia Jennings
~
"As you can probably already guess, that "stranger" was none other than Perrin Allen. Of course, Chastity had been gone for three years and didn't know this older, bearded, travel-weary soul..." Dumbledore continued.
~~~~~
Back in 1683, at Lord Richard's manor:
"My lord!" Chastity heard the horrible clunk of his raven-haired head hitting the stone staircase. "Oh...." She ran to him, turning him over. There was a huge, bloody gash on the side of his head. "Arthur! Please, do come quickly!"
Arthur, another servant, ran to her. "Whatever happened?"
"He hath injured his head," said Chastity. "I shall need assistance in getting him to his room. You carry him by his legs; I'll carry him by his arms."
It was highly akward. Chastity, a mere slip of a girl, had much strength in her small bones, but carrying a well-sized man up a flight of stairs is no easy feat. After a half hour of labor, Chastity and Arthur managed to get him into bed.
"Thank you Arthur," said Chastity, gasping for breath. "I shall be fine from here." Arthur nodded and exited the room. Chastity looked at the man, trying to decide what to do. She started by removing his heavy riding boots and the knife on his belt. Then tenderly, as a mother would do, she took a damp cloth and washed the wound on his head. He'd taken quite a nasty fall. As she prepared the stranger for bed, she caught sight of his hands. They were not the hands of a soldier, although they were calloused. They were the hands of a nobleman. The callouses weren't from a sword or musket, they were from horse reins. When her work was done, she took one of the many pillows from the bed and lay down on the floor beside him, beginning her night-long vigil.
~~~~~
When Perrin stirred, the first thing he was aware of was the pounding ache in his head. It felt as though someone was pounding an axe into his head over....and over...and over....he groaned softly, and heard a stir.
"Oh, thank heavens, you are awake. How dost thou feel?"
"Not well," he answered groggily. "What happened? Where am I?"
The girl chuckled softly. "My lord, thou art in Lord Richard's manor, where you stopped to seek lodging. You took a rather nasty fall on the stair."
Perrin groaned. "Wouldst thou hand me my bag?" The girl looked puzzled but handed it to him nonetheless. He dug through it, muttering curses and throwing shirts and pants every whichway. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief, drawing forth his wand. "Now, be quiet about this, will you?"
The girls' eyes were wide, but she nodded. Perrin pointed the wand at his injury and muttered a spell. It healed instantly. "Ahh, that is better," he said, settling back on the pillows.
The girl was stuttering. "Ahh...w-well....that's b-better." She unnecessarily smoothed her skirt. "W-would you like some water?"
"That would be nice," said Perrin, grinning at her obviously flustered state.
As the girl bustled about, filling his goblet with water, he tried to remember what he'd been thinking about before he blacked out. "I know it was something important..." he thought wistfully. He had seen a face...the girl's. But whatever was so important about her? She was just a common house maid. She'd probably never been off the manor grounds in her life.
"Here is your water, my lord," said the girl. Perrin took the goblet, but it trembled in his hand. "Perhaps I should help you..." She covered his hand with hers, moving the cup to his parched lips.
Perrin marveled at her touch. So gentle, so kind....yet it sent tingling warmth all through his being. The last time a woman had made him react like that was when he was with Chastity in the garden....he wished he could drink of the cool water forever just so she would keep her hand upon his, but he couldn't do without breath that long. "Thank you."
"You are welcome, my lord." She set the goblet on the crudely made table beside the bed. "Is there anything else I can do for thee?" she asked, leaning over him to brush his bangs out of his face.
Perrin didn't know what made him do it. If it was just lustful passions, or the work of some higher being. But at that moment, he pulled the girl down to him and kissed her senseless.
"Stay with me," he whispered. "Please. Just stay with me the rest of the night."
And she did.
~~~~~
The morning came early for Chastity. The first thing she noticed is that somehow, her dress, shift, shoes, and stockings were on the floor. The second thing she noticed is that she was not alone in this strange bed.
The guest turned over to face her. "Good morning."
Chastity blushed a deep, deep crimson. "Good morning, my lord." She slipped out of the bed, going over to the window that looked out over the gardens. He followed her.
"There is something I wished to discuss with thee," said the stranger.
"Yes, my lord?" Chastity turned to him, feeling a bit akward.
"Well...last night...I had a few goblets of wine before ascending the stairs," he said. "And before I fell, there was only one thing I saw."
"Yes, my lord?"
"Your face. I dinna know why, but I did."
Chastity said nothing, simply looking out on the gardens.
~~~~~
Perrin stared at this slip of a girl before him. He had to remember. He had to.
Her beauty stunned him, especially when she stood in front of the window. For some reason, seeing her face and the gardens just seemed fitting...but why? Why? He wanted to scream, to punch a wall, to hit something. But at the same time he wanted to take her in his arms, kiss her, and caress her. Why???
He wrung his hands. He had to find out. He had the feeling that whatever he thought was very important. But he just couldn't take his eyes off of her face.
Her face...
The gardens...
Her face...
The gardens....
He was drawn back into a memory of when he was a teenager, when he'd held another girl, when he'd seen her face and the gardens.
Her face...
The gardens...
"Chastity!" he gasped out. The girl turned, her eyes lighting up.
"Thou knowest my name!" she gasped. "But....how?"
"Because, Chastity," said Perrin, "It is I, Perrin." Perrin took in the sight of her unclothed body. "Ahh, God, what have I done??"
~~~~~
A/N -
Argh! It's short again!!! Sorry about that. These ideas come in short bursts. Bear with me!!!!
I'd like to give a GREAT BIG THANK YOU to EVERYONE who has reviewed! They've all been really supportive for me!! *Hugs and kisses!!!*
Next chapter....POSSIBLY a little more Harry and Hermione and a little less of the legend. But I don't know yet. This is a living story, as I call it: I have a rough plotline, but nothing detailed. I'm writing from chapter to chapter so to speak.
In answer to some reviews...I have to be pretty cryptic about some of these answers. :0) Okay...question number ONE: Are Perrin Allen and Chastity Lorna real? Well, I really can't answer this one, it's something you'll find out later. TWO: Is there EVER gonna be some freakin' EVIL?!?!?! Oh yes. There will be evil. And it will be from someone you least expect...it just kinda comes outta nowhere and BOOM! Major mega evil! BWAHAHA!!!! Er...yeah.
Love, Chastity Lorna
Oh! Crap! Been writing too long!
Love, Alicia Marie~*