I do not own The Village.

I do love it so much.

Speaking Further On Such Matters

"You left her?!"

False surprise, it is.

Edward Walker so much as surmised the boys he had painfully chosen would not go the entirety of the journey, being of such cowardly disposition as they are.

That being precisely the reason they were so carefully chosen.

To help preserve The Secret.

Still and though . . .

"I can look upon your face no longer! Remove yourself from my sight for a fortnight!"

. . . thick rage boils like hot churning oil in the pit of his stomach.

"Then we shall come together again as friends and family and speak no more of it."

No defense viable to him, Christop Crane, simply nods.

"Go."

And watches his miserable feet shuffle him home to his wife . . .

"You did not go?!"

.. .. who is not quite so peaceable as her father.

"No, I-"

"You left my blind sister in the woods alone?!"

"She has Finton-"

"Finton?! Finton Coin?! He is of no more stout heartedness than you!"

"Kitty-"

"No! I will not hear of it! You go back out there right this moment and find my sister! You protect her along her journey!"

His voice is no more than a cowardly squeak in the face of her searing ire.

"I do not know where they are-"

"You know where you left them!"

"Kitty, please, I cannot-"

And she throws down the things she has had in her hands, they clatter to the floor like so much abandoned newfound love.

And turns, skirt fanning out.

"Kitty, wait, where are you going?'

Rage aflame.

"Away from the presence of a man who would abandon my sister!"

Stomping from the home they have only just begun to share together.

"Kitty-"

Husband stumbling along behind like a beaten puppy.

"No!"

All the way to her father's house.

"Kitty-"

"No! I will speak no more to you!"

Wherein she closes the door directly in his face.

"Remove yourself from my sight!"

And will not answer it upon his knocking.

"Kitty?"

Finton is found hiding in his mother's house, his pillow soaked with tears of shame.

"I'm sorry . . . the woods . . . they turn my stomach to rot . . . I could not . . ."

And already enraged Kitty Walker Crane must . . .

"Is there no man in this accursed village with the emotional fortitude of a blind teenage girl?!"

. . . must be restrained from dispensing her love-borne rage . . .

"Kitty! Kitty, come away! Come with me. Now."

. . . down onto the poor, quavering head . . .

"I will go to her myself then!"

. . . of every natural born man . . .

"And the devil with you all!"

. . . one and all.

"Kitty. No. You must not. You do not know the way."

Until she is led away by . . .

"Papa! She is your daughter too!"

"Come with me, Kitty. Come."

. . . her quietly murmuring father.

Ivy's voice floats to him on hazy zephyrs of pain-filled semi-consciousness.

". . . the porch? The air held chill but I was most warm with you."

Speaking life and love into him.

". . . mystery to me how my father never awoke to find us kissing . . . "

And he knows he must move toward her voice, beckoning him from the depths of the thick and oily darkness.

"Come back to me."

But the going is slow, the quagmire of his wretched state near impossible to break from.

"I am here waiting for you. I will not leave you."

Death sulkily reluctant to release its so closely desired prize.

"Come back to me, Lucius."

And he tries . . .

"Papa, Papa, his breathing is changed."

. . . to open his eyes.

"Lucius?"

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