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Disclaimer: I don't own Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Lost World, or any of its story's or characters. So don't sue cause I never said I did and you'll lose.
Author's Pre Notes: I must say I was disappointed in the number of reviews that I got for my last chapter. I had expected more and with more detail. I thank everyone who did send me some, they mean a lot. For the rest of you please review it matters what you think. Be specific, so go and review review REVIEW!!!
On to the anecdote . . . .
Roxton was surprised to see how high the sun was in the sky by the time he woke up.
He gathered his things and went downstairs hoping he would see Marguerite.
As he walked out of his room, he looked around and to his great surprise he thought for a moment he was back in London, the house was beautiful and decorated, the ceiling directly above the stairs was all decorated glass.
Then out of the corner of his eye he saw Deanna walk by.
He came down and followed her into the room, which he found to be the kitchen.
Deanna awake and fully dressed, she wore a red shirt much like Marguerite's white one, a bit tighter in the torso. She had a long dark khaki colored skirt, she wore a belt a revolver on the right hip and a whip fastened on the right, she also had two handguns tucked in most likely an apparatus around her brazier. She had a knife on the belt in the back.
Roxton noticed she wore high-heeled black swaid English boots, a tiny revolver tucked into, barely visible.
Roxton however couldn't see the large knife and pistol in her guarder belt.
"Well good morning Lord Roxton" sad Deanna cooking something on the stove.
"You have had her the whole time," he said looking from her to her boots.
She raised an eyebrow and looked at her boots, "Excuse me?"
"Your boots, it they-the tracks from your boots were in the clearing."
"Oh, the raptor, ape man, rex clearing."
The color left from Roxton's face, he hadn't slept that well, then he had over slept.
She walked over and eased him down into a chair.
"You ok?"
"When you found her was she ok?!'
"I should just wait and tell everyone at once, when Marguerite wakes up"
"No! You have to tell me!" he said standing up almost threatening.
"I don't have to tell you anything" she hissed a stern power filled voice, causing him to lean back.
"Sit!" she said in the same voice. He sat promptly.
She exhaled, 'it was going to be a long day.'
"She was breathing" Deanna said and turned back to the food.
Roxton suddenly heard something by the window, he moved for his gun.
Deanna held up her hand not even looking at him. She took the food off the stove and turned to a cupboard she took about a handful of little cookies.
She lined them up on the opened windowsill, then she stepped back.
Roxton watched confused and saw four little hands grab for the treats. One was still searching when Deanna walked over smiling and nudged it toward the hand.
Then he heard little feet outside run along the length of the house.
Deanna swiftly walked toward the door and opened it as a little boy about to knock. He watched on, his confused face.
The little children ran in about six of them.
They hugged Deanna around the knees, and hung on her long braid
"Where is-is Margy?" asked one of the little boys.
"Marguerite" she corrected lightly "is upstairs"
"Can we go get her!" asked the little girl eagerly as they all pleaded with her.
"Yes" she laughed, "But be gentle she was hurt again last night"
"Is she ok?"
"Of course you think she wouldn't be with ole' Deanna looking after her." She said picking up and putting down the little boy."
"We brought her more shiny things," said the little girl as they ran back out side, and ran back in with two boxes and started to run up the stairs.
"Oh-oh no, her room is already a mess with those. How about we wait till she comes down." Deanna suggested taking the two boxes from the children.
"O-k" they pouted.
"Good now get that sleepy girl out of bed."
The children ran up the stairs.
Roxton was now behind Deanna curiously looking up the stairs after the children.
Deanna moved her eyes back to look at him and couldn't help a smile.
"Come on" she said softly holding her skirt and walking up the stairs.
Veronica was awake and put her knifes cleaned and ready back into her boots when she heard the knob on her door turn, the door opened and three little children ran it, but stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of her. Their eyes wide they ran out and slammed the door.
"What in the world?" she said opening her door.
The children ran from Veronica's room, Marguerite's old room, down the hall and stopped again at the sight of Malone, they turned to run down the stairs and saw Roxton, the little girl shrieked out and they ran back down the small stairs into Deanna's room and tried to slam the door.
"Sorry" said Deanna chuckling "they are most afraid of strangers."
The little children sighed relieved and walked through the curtains and into the large room, they saw their Margy asleep on the bed.
They quietly walked over on separate sides of the bed. A few climbed on the bed, trying to hold in their giggles. They gently tickled Marguerite under her chin, which made her stir.
The children laughed, she heard them half awake. They tickled her again, and this time Marguerite reached out and grabbed a little girl and gently threw her on the bed and tickled her, releasing a fit of giggles, then she grabbed the little boy trying to run off the bed and tickled him., the other children climbed up and started jumping on the bed, Marguerite laughed so hard she was almost crying, she never laughed like this, it was nice to just let go. It had been a long time since she had truly laughed but here with Deanna and Robert and meeting the people from the village and the children it just seemed different not so much of a burden. One of the boys jumped over right onto Marguerite's lap hugging her around the shoulders sending her back onto her pillow laughed extremely hard.
The three explorers were watching in astonishment from where they stood outside the doors. Veronica had a kind of smile on her face pleasantly surprised. Ned was chuckling to himself and Roxton was to in shock to give a responds. Deanna stood at the top of the steps leaning on the railing chuckling. How could they know so little about who she really is? She thought to herself.
"Roxton! Ned, Veronica!!" Challenger called from the bottom of the stairs.
Reluctantly they went down the stairs to meet him.
Deanna went past them coming up and went in with Marguerite.
The children ran out.
"I think we need to find somewhere to talk before we speak to everyone," said Challenger whispering as they stood in a circle.
Deanna emerged from the room and leaned on her elbows on the railing looking out at the huddle in front of her. She shook her head.
"If you would like to talk safely in private the garden is quite lovely right now" called Deanna smirking.
"A-" said Challenger startled looking up. "Thank you very much miss"
She nodded still smirking.
They made their way toward the door and the children filed through them and ran out into the yard.
The explorers made their way toward the back and looked at the garden that grew up around them. Flowers and trees with fruit, vegetable gardens, and water pools, grass and benches a swing here and there. It was a most beautiful spot.
"I would have never imagined anything like this out here." Said Ned
"How so?" asked Challenger looking around?
"Well look, being all over this plateau have we ever seen a spot so much like London?"
"Quite true it is very remarkable," said Challenger "We have so many questions for our hostess but-"
"Our first priority is Marguerite" finished Roxton.
"Yes as soon as we know she is fine we can then, relax and relax in the luxuries of this place"
They looked at him.
"Well for a little while at least."
The rolled their eyes.
Marguerite was dressed and down stairs, which took much effort because her leg was very stiff this morning and her arm was in a lot of pain. She had had to borrow some of Deanna's clothes since hers were torn and bloody. Deanna was working to save them but as of yet hadn't finished. So she had on a while blouse and a maroon skirt, with a raptor skin vest, Deanna had made a point of her wearing that today, she wasn't sure why, luckily though it was lighter than the one she wore before and it fit tight showing off her curves.
She had her good boot on her leg while her other was still in the splint and wrappings.
Her hair was half down and she was clean having just taken a bath, so she felt pretty good.
But she was anxious to see her friends.
She hobbled her way into the kitchen, Deanna was humming some old dance song, and it was a very pretty tune.
"Need any help?" she panted looking around to see where he friends were, not that she thought they would waiting on her, but she thought they would at least want to see her.
"No I think I got it" Deanna answered seeing the way she was looking around, "They're out in the garden having some secret meeting of the lost world society I think" she teased
Marguerite rolled her eyes.
"Go into the library and read or something ok, this should be done soon." Said Deanna
"Ok" said Marguerite not feeling like arguing.
The library was indeed a library, books up to the ceiling although tattered and some missing ends they were still books.
Marguerite took a copy of Pride and Prejudice and sat down in the large armchair.
Robert walked into the kitchen "What's going on lovely? Or more importantly what's cooking" he said picking a piece of food from the pan.
"Hey!' she said slapping his hand with the wooden spoon.
"Where are our guests?" he asked walking behind her
"Out in the garden "talking" she motioned with her hands her back to him.
"Oh! And I'm quite upset with you! -Leaving me here with all of these people in the house, people we don't know!" she turned waving the spoon in his face.
"Oh come on Deanna, they are Marguerite's friends"
"How do we know that, she only saw them a second before she passed out, I'd think YOU would be a little bit more cautious especially the way they came in last night."
"Deanna"
" I want to get to know these friends of hers especially that Lord Roxton. And I don't want her going anywhere till her leg heals, I don't want her to break it again."
"Well don't you sound like an old mother hen" said Robert teased reaching for another piece of food.
"Stop that" she slapped at his hand then realized what he said "No I don't- I-I'm just worried that's all" she pouted turning back to the food.
"OH and I think that's wo-nderful" he cooed hugging her from behind. "I have to go back to the village for a little while"
"Robert!" she broke away from his arms.
"I'll be back in a little bit,"
"But you're leaving me alone again!"
"Your not alone you have Marguerite-"
"And her friends!"
He chuckled.
"What?"
"Oh nothing I just don't think you've not wanted me to leave so much ever before"
She glared at him and went back to the food.
He grabbed at it again, "Stop that" she whipped the towel she was holding at him, "and get out of here!!" she laughed as he went out the door.
The explorers walking in the side door from the garden into the kitchen.
"She's awake and waiting if I may say" said Deanna before they could even open their mouths.
"Where?" said Roxton
She turned and looked at him a minute before answering.
"The library to the left of the stairs." She said taking the food off the burner.
Roxton walked swiftly out to the hall, the others at his heals. Deanna walked around the other way.
Roxton entered the library the others behind him.
Marguerite looked up from her book her and Roxton eyes locked for a moment.
Then Veronica pushed through.
"Marguerite! You're ok!!" she said coming over and hugging her softly
"Yes- not completely" she said lifting her bad foot, "But yes"
"Oh my gosh, how did that happen"
"It's a long story," she said looking at Deanna
"Then I think it's time you get to it," said Deanna
Marguerite nodded smiling slightly as Veronica held her hand.
"It started when I left the tree house a self thing to do but lets face it, it's me we are talking about" she said smiling a bit and continued on. "Well then . . . . ." everyone sat and listened intently especially as she came to the part about the raptors and ape-men.
"Well then the ape man raised his ax surely to kill me," she stopped and continued, "When the raptors jumped out at us, that's when I screamed"
"Calling all of the bloody jungle's attention to you" Deanna teased
"Oh hush it's not your turn yet, anyway so the ape-men dropped me, then the raptor grabbed me by my foot and I believe flung my into a tree" she said looking at her leg and touching it with her hand tenderly.
"That's were you come in my friend," said Marguerite looking at Deanna.
"Yes I do believe that was my cue, well I heard as I think the entire plateau did Marguerite scream so I came from my camp to see what it was, Then I saw the raptor thrust her into the tree, I had taken a tyrannosaurus rex's egg for Robert" she said looking at Marguerite who chuckled, " and knew that beast to be on my trail so I threw the egg out into the clearing"
Challenger interrupted "You had a t-rex egg and you threw it away!"
She looked at him surprised and amused, "Yes" she laughed looking at Marguerite who wanted to erupt into laughter.
" Well the raptors took to it as I hoped they would. They ate it so the scent had burst all about them; the rex left me alone and charged after them with a vengeance leaving Marguerite and I alone in the clearing. So I took her back to my camp, she had a fever for a day or two then she rode the horse I borrowed from the village back to my house, where she passed out from loss of blood giving me time to set her leg and stitch her wound before she woke and she has been here since then." She said looking at her making sure she didn't forget anything.
Marguerite nodded.
Robert could be heard coming up the hall.
Roxton now eased himself into a chair, he felt like he was going to pass out.
Marguerite noticed to, he was ghastly white and looked distracted,
"Roxton" she said before he fell foreword, Robert just walking in at this point, grabbed him before he hit the floor. "My lord" he said.
"Roxton!" Marguerite shouted
"It's ok," said Deanna helping Robert ease him over to the couch
"Elevate his legs" Robert
"I know," snapped Deanna
"Hey just helping"
She glared at him.
About 30 minutes later . . .
"Is he ok?" asked Marguerite earnestly when her friend walked in.
"Course," said Deanna "Just over tired and under nourished" she said drying her hands.
Marguerite looked at the ground, she had felt guilty before but now it was even worse, she even at one point had actually relished the fact that he would be worrying about her, how could she be so cruel.
"Marguerite he will be fine"
"I know he always is," she said in a somewhat sarcastic tone. That was one of the things that made her angry, it made her feel like he didn't care about her. When something would happen or they would fight and then later he was fine and she was a mental wreck.
Deanna sighed and put a hand on her friend's arm.
And they just sat a minute together understanding.
Two women never read each other better.
It was late and Marguerite took a bowl of food up to Roxton's room, he was still unconscious but sleeping peacefully. She opened the door the only light was from the coals from the fire. She limped over and stirred them and sat in the velvet chair next to his bed and stared at the floor.
Deanna had watched her walk in.
"Will she be ok?" asked Robert coming up behind her.
"I think so," she said still looking at the door. "Thank you"
"For what" he said surprised.
"Everything you've done, for her and her friends" said.
"Oh well it was nothing"
"An for me"
"That was an honor my dear"
She smiled softly, always the kidder and more sometimes the pity. she thought
Deanna walked into the sunroom to find Challenger looking around at the strange picture frames in the room.
"Something catch your interest professor?" she smiled
"Well actually yes, what are all these frames?"
She laughed, "Those are some of my encounters in this lost world. Read some of the little plaques under the frames.
Challenger looked and read under one of the frames with a musket and a musket ball.
It read ' Set. 25 1920 Musket from battle with Bachero bandits, musket ball taken from Deanna's abdomen after being shot by chief. Status: victory.'
"It's like a timeline," said the Professor intrigued and moving to the next one.
"Indeed professor they are all over the house" she said smiling at the interest. "I have to add the ones from our little folly last night."
"Yes, I would like to truly apologize about that, I fear we were misinformed."
"By whom?"
"A tribal leader-"
"Haiton" they both said at the same time. Deanna had a very annoyed look on her face.
Challenger looked at her puzzled.
Author's notes: First I apologize for the I'm sure many typos. I typed and deleted this chapter about three times. I couldn't read it over again. It's all because of my sibling enough said.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Lost World, or any of its story's or characters. So don't sue cause I never said I did and you'll lose.
Author's Pre Notes: I must say I was disappointed in the number of reviews that I got for my last chapter. I had expected more and with more detail. I thank everyone who did send me some, they mean a lot. For the rest of you please review it matters what you think. Be specific, so go and review review REVIEW!!!
On to the anecdote . . . .
Roxton was surprised to see how high the sun was in the sky by the time he woke up.
He gathered his things and went downstairs hoping he would see Marguerite.
As he walked out of his room, he looked around and to his great surprise he thought for a moment he was back in London, the house was beautiful and decorated, the ceiling directly above the stairs was all decorated glass.
Then out of the corner of his eye he saw Deanna walk by.
He came down and followed her into the room, which he found to be the kitchen.
Deanna awake and fully dressed, she wore a red shirt much like Marguerite's white one, a bit tighter in the torso. She had a long dark khaki colored skirt, she wore a belt a revolver on the right hip and a whip fastened on the right, she also had two handguns tucked in most likely an apparatus around her brazier. She had a knife on the belt in the back.
Roxton noticed she wore high-heeled black swaid English boots, a tiny revolver tucked into, barely visible.
Roxton however couldn't see the large knife and pistol in her guarder belt.
"Well good morning Lord Roxton" sad Deanna cooking something on the stove.
"You have had her the whole time," he said looking from her to her boots.
She raised an eyebrow and looked at her boots, "Excuse me?"
"Your boots, it they-the tracks from your boots were in the clearing."
"Oh, the raptor, ape man, rex clearing."
The color left from Roxton's face, he hadn't slept that well, then he had over slept.
She walked over and eased him down into a chair.
"You ok?"
"When you found her was she ok?!'
"I should just wait and tell everyone at once, when Marguerite wakes up"
"No! You have to tell me!" he said standing up almost threatening.
"I don't have to tell you anything" she hissed a stern power filled voice, causing him to lean back.
"Sit!" she said in the same voice. He sat promptly.
She exhaled, 'it was going to be a long day.'
"She was breathing" Deanna said and turned back to the food.
Roxton suddenly heard something by the window, he moved for his gun.
Deanna held up her hand not even looking at him. She took the food off the stove and turned to a cupboard she took about a handful of little cookies.
She lined them up on the opened windowsill, then she stepped back.
Roxton watched confused and saw four little hands grab for the treats. One was still searching when Deanna walked over smiling and nudged it toward the hand.
Then he heard little feet outside run along the length of the house.
Deanna swiftly walked toward the door and opened it as a little boy about to knock. He watched on, his confused face.
The little children ran in about six of them.
They hugged Deanna around the knees, and hung on her long braid
"Where is-is Margy?" asked one of the little boys.
"Marguerite" she corrected lightly "is upstairs"
"Can we go get her!" asked the little girl eagerly as they all pleaded with her.
"Yes" she laughed, "But be gentle she was hurt again last night"
"Is she ok?"
"Of course you think she wouldn't be with ole' Deanna looking after her." She said picking up and putting down the little boy."
"We brought her more shiny things," said the little girl as they ran back out side, and ran back in with two boxes and started to run up the stairs.
"Oh-oh no, her room is already a mess with those. How about we wait till she comes down." Deanna suggested taking the two boxes from the children.
"O-k" they pouted.
"Good now get that sleepy girl out of bed."
The children ran up the stairs.
Roxton was now behind Deanna curiously looking up the stairs after the children.
Deanna moved her eyes back to look at him and couldn't help a smile.
"Come on" she said softly holding her skirt and walking up the stairs.
Veronica was awake and put her knifes cleaned and ready back into her boots when she heard the knob on her door turn, the door opened and three little children ran it, but stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of her. Their eyes wide they ran out and slammed the door.
"What in the world?" she said opening her door.
The children ran from Veronica's room, Marguerite's old room, down the hall and stopped again at the sight of Malone, they turned to run down the stairs and saw Roxton, the little girl shrieked out and they ran back down the small stairs into Deanna's room and tried to slam the door.
"Sorry" said Deanna chuckling "they are most afraid of strangers."
The little children sighed relieved and walked through the curtains and into the large room, they saw their Margy asleep on the bed.
They quietly walked over on separate sides of the bed. A few climbed on the bed, trying to hold in their giggles. They gently tickled Marguerite under her chin, which made her stir.
The children laughed, she heard them half awake. They tickled her again, and this time Marguerite reached out and grabbed a little girl and gently threw her on the bed and tickled her, releasing a fit of giggles, then she grabbed the little boy trying to run off the bed and tickled him., the other children climbed up and started jumping on the bed, Marguerite laughed so hard she was almost crying, she never laughed like this, it was nice to just let go. It had been a long time since she had truly laughed but here with Deanna and Robert and meeting the people from the village and the children it just seemed different not so much of a burden. One of the boys jumped over right onto Marguerite's lap hugging her around the shoulders sending her back onto her pillow laughed extremely hard.
The three explorers were watching in astonishment from where they stood outside the doors. Veronica had a kind of smile on her face pleasantly surprised. Ned was chuckling to himself and Roxton was to in shock to give a responds. Deanna stood at the top of the steps leaning on the railing chuckling. How could they know so little about who she really is? She thought to herself.
"Roxton! Ned, Veronica!!" Challenger called from the bottom of the stairs.
Reluctantly they went down the stairs to meet him.
Deanna went past them coming up and went in with Marguerite.
The children ran out.
"I think we need to find somewhere to talk before we speak to everyone," said Challenger whispering as they stood in a circle.
Deanna emerged from the room and leaned on her elbows on the railing looking out at the huddle in front of her. She shook her head.
"If you would like to talk safely in private the garden is quite lovely right now" called Deanna smirking.
"A-" said Challenger startled looking up. "Thank you very much miss"
She nodded still smirking.
They made their way toward the door and the children filed through them and ran out into the yard.
The explorers made their way toward the back and looked at the garden that grew up around them. Flowers and trees with fruit, vegetable gardens, and water pools, grass and benches a swing here and there. It was a most beautiful spot.
"I would have never imagined anything like this out here." Said Ned
"How so?" asked Challenger looking around?
"Well look, being all over this plateau have we ever seen a spot so much like London?"
"Quite true it is very remarkable," said Challenger "We have so many questions for our hostess but-"
"Our first priority is Marguerite" finished Roxton.
"Yes as soon as we know she is fine we can then, relax and relax in the luxuries of this place"
They looked at him.
"Well for a little while at least."
The rolled their eyes.
Marguerite was dressed and down stairs, which took much effort because her leg was very stiff this morning and her arm was in a lot of pain. She had had to borrow some of Deanna's clothes since hers were torn and bloody. Deanna was working to save them but as of yet hadn't finished. So she had on a while blouse and a maroon skirt, with a raptor skin vest, Deanna had made a point of her wearing that today, she wasn't sure why, luckily though it was lighter than the one she wore before and it fit tight showing off her curves.
She had her good boot on her leg while her other was still in the splint and wrappings.
Her hair was half down and she was clean having just taken a bath, so she felt pretty good.
But she was anxious to see her friends.
She hobbled her way into the kitchen, Deanna was humming some old dance song, and it was a very pretty tune.
"Need any help?" she panted looking around to see where he friends were, not that she thought they would waiting on her, but she thought they would at least want to see her.
"No I think I got it" Deanna answered seeing the way she was looking around, "They're out in the garden having some secret meeting of the lost world society I think" she teased
Marguerite rolled her eyes.
"Go into the library and read or something ok, this should be done soon." Said Deanna
"Ok" said Marguerite not feeling like arguing.
The library was indeed a library, books up to the ceiling although tattered and some missing ends they were still books.
Marguerite took a copy of Pride and Prejudice and sat down in the large armchair.
Robert walked into the kitchen "What's going on lovely? Or more importantly what's cooking" he said picking a piece of food from the pan.
"Hey!' she said slapping his hand with the wooden spoon.
"Where are our guests?" he asked walking behind her
"Out in the garden "talking" she motioned with her hands her back to him.
"Oh! And I'm quite upset with you! -Leaving me here with all of these people in the house, people we don't know!" she turned waving the spoon in his face.
"Oh come on Deanna, they are Marguerite's friends"
"How do we know that, she only saw them a second before she passed out, I'd think YOU would be a little bit more cautious especially the way they came in last night."
"Deanna"
" I want to get to know these friends of hers especially that Lord Roxton. And I don't want her going anywhere till her leg heals, I don't want her to break it again."
"Well don't you sound like an old mother hen" said Robert teased reaching for another piece of food.
"Stop that" she slapped at his hand then realized what he said "No I don't- I-I'm just worried that's all" she pouted turning back to the food.
"OH and I think that's wo-nderful" he cooed hugging her from behind. "I have to go back to the village for a little while"
"Robert!" she broke away from his arms.
"I'll be back in a little bit,"
"But you're leaving me alone again!"
"Your not alone you have Marguerite-"
"And her friends!"
He chuckled.
"What?"
"Oh nothing I just don't think you've not wanted me to leave so much ever before"
She glared at him and went back to the food.
He grabbed at it again, "Stop that" she whipped the towel she was holding at him, "and get out of here!!" she laughed as he went out the door.
The explorers walking in the side door from the garden into the kitchen.
"She's awake and waiting if I may say" said Deanna before they could even open their mouths.
"Where?" said Roxton
She turned and looked at him a minute before answering.
"The library to the left of the stairs." She said taking the food off the burner.
Roxton walked swiftly out to the hall, the others at his heals. Deanna walked around the other way.
Roxton entered the library the others behind him.
Marguerite looked up from her book her and Roxton eyes locked for a moment.
Then Veronica pushed through.
"Marguerite! You're ok!!" she said coming over and hugging her softly
"Yes- not completely" she said lifting her bad foot, "But yes"
"Oh my gosh, how did that happen"
"It's a long story," she said looking at Deanna
"Then I think it's time you get to it," said Deanna
Marguerite nodded smiling slightly as Veronica held her hand.
"It started when I left the tree house a self thing to do but lets face it, it's me we are talking about" she said smiling a bit and continued on. "Well then . . . . ." everyone sat and listened intently especially as she came to the part about the raptors and ape-men.
"Well then the ape man raised his ax surely to kill me," she stopped and continued, "When the raptors jumped out at us, that's when I screamed"
"Calling all of the bloody jungle's attention to you" Deanna teased
"Oh hush it's not your turn yet, anyway so the ape-men dropped me, then the raptor grabbed me by my foot and I believe flung my into a tree" she said looking at her leg and touching it with her hand tenderly.
"That's were you come in my friend," said Marguerite looking at Deanna.
"Yes I do believe that was my cue, well I heard as I think the entire plateau did Marguerite scream so I came from my camp to see what it was, Then I saw the raptor thrust her into the tree, I had taken a tyrannosaurus rex's egg for Robert" she said looking at Marguerite who chuckled, " and knew that beast to be on my trail so I threw the egg out into the clearing"
Challenger interrupted "You had a t-rex egg and you threw it away!"
She looked at him surprised and amused, "Yes" she laughed looking at Marguerite who wanted to erupt into laughter.
" Well the raptors took to it as I hoped they would. They ate it so the scent had burst all about them; the rex left me alone and charged after them with a vengeance leaving Marguerite and I alone in the clearing. So I took her back to my camp, she had a fever for a day or two then she rode the horse I borrowed from the village back to my house, where she passed out from loss of blood giving me time to set her leg and stitch her wound before she woke and she has been here since then." She said looking at her making sure she didn't forget anything.
Marguerite nodded.
Robert could be heard coming up the hall.
Roxton now eased himself into a chair, he felt like he was going to pass out.
Marguerite noticed to, he was ghastly white and looked distracted,
"Roxton" she said before he fell foreword, Robert just walking in at this point, grabbed him before he hit the floor. "My lord" he said.
"Roxton!" Marguerite shouted
"It's ok," said Deanna helping Robert ease him over to the couch
"Elevate his legs" Robert
"I know," snapped Deanna
"Hey just helping"
She glared at him.
About 30 minutes later . . .
"Is he ok?" asked Marguerite earnestly when her friend walked in.
"Course," said Deanna "Just over tired and under nourished" she said drying her hands.
Marguerite looked at the ground, she had felt guilty before but now it was even worse, she even at one point had actually relished the fact that he would be worrying about her, how could she be so cruel.
"Marguerite he will be fine"
"I know he always is," she said in a somewhat sarcastic tone. That was one of the things that made her angry, it made her feel like he didn't care about her. When something would happen or they would fight and then later he was fine and she was a mental wreck.
Deanna sighed and put a hand on her friend's arm.
And they just sat a minute together understanding.
Two women never read each other better.
It was late and Marguerite took a bowl of food up to Roxton's room, he was still unconscious but sleeping peacefully. She opened the door the only light was from the coals from the fire. She limped over and stirred them and sat in the velvet chair next to his bed and stared at the floor.
Deanna had watched her walk in.
"Will she be ok?" asked Robert coming up behind her.
"I think so," she said still looking at the door. "Thank you"
"For what" he said surprised.
"Everything you've done, for her and her friends" said.
"Oh well it was nothing"
"An for me"
"That was an honor my dear"
She smiled softly, always the kidder and more sometimes the pity. she thought
Deanna walked into the sunroom to find Challenger looking around at the strange picture frames in the room.
"Something catch your interest professor?" she smiled
"Well actually yes, what are all these frames?"
She laughed, "Those are some of my encounters in this lost world. Read some of the little plaques under the frames.
Challenger looked and read under one of the frames with a musket and a musket ball.
It read ' Set. 25 1920 Musket from battle with Bachero bandits, musket ball taken from Deanna's abdomen after being shot by chief. Status: victory.'
"It's like a timeline," said the Professor intrigued and moving to the next one.
"Indeed professor they are all over the house" she said smiling at the interest. "I have to add the ones from our little folly last night."
"Yes, I would like to truly apologize about that, I fear we were misinformed."
"By whom?"
"A tribal leader-"
"Haiton" they both said at the same time. Deanna had a very annoyed look on her face.
Challenger looked at her puzzled.
Author's notes: First I apologize for the I'm sure many typos. I typed and deleted this chapter about three times. I couldn't read it over again. It's all because of my sibling enough said.
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