Dads and Dolls
14 March 1780
Ratonhnhaké:ton woke to gentle taps to his face and he opened his eyes groggily. He knew who his secret attacker was immediately and smiled up at Cora's grinning face. Her tiny white teeth glinted against the filtering sunlight as she beamed down at him. She clapped happily in success at waking her father while she sat down beside him and tumbled down onto the bed to imitate him. She was still wearing her navy sleeping gown and her stocking-covered white feet wiggled in the air dramatically. Her dark hair was stuck out in crooked wisps from her sleeping positions through the night. Now that she was approaching her first year and was capable of walking, her parents had a hard time keeping her in bed at night. They knew the transition to a crib was inevitable and though her parents missed their privacy as a couple, they would miss their little one beside them at night.
He had become pleasantly accustomed to sleeping in his bed without worrying about a mission. Now that his Order was growing in strength and numbers, he didn't have to be the one tackling every single problem. If only that could last. Gazing at his mischievous daughter, he tapped her button nose and asked, "Did you escape ista?"
"No" she replied innocently because she had awoken beside her father and nobody else. She had whimpered for her mother naturally and Caroline swooped in to bundle her back into bed. Naturally, she fell asleep on the cozy blankets before waking once more.
Now that Cora was able to talk somewhat, he was enthusiastic to develop her speech with vocabulary repetition. He waited months to hear her first word, which was delightfully in his language for mother, and Caroline would hear no other endearment term for herself. Even his own moniker was in his native language and the couple encouraged her bilingual efforts. He drew her tiny form into one arm to kiss her forehead and smiled warmly, "Were you with me this whole time?"
She laughed merrily to the open affection, turning to her father for a hug, and beamed proudly, "Yes!"
"You are small but brilliant, Ohaserá" he doted fondly to their small moment and hoped his daughter would never pull away from him. After having little to no contact with his father, his only positive memories were of his mother. He wanted to be present for all of Cora's milestones and there was uncertainty that she would resent him if he failed to show up during special moments in her life. He would have to tread a precarious line between saving the world from Templars and not disappointing his daughter. As long as the enemy was present in the colonies, his time with his family would be on borrowed time.
Cora pondered sleeping more but when her stomach rumbled loudly, she pulled away to sit up. Before she even dared to glance over the edge of the bed, Ratonhnhaké:ton grabbed her from behind to thwart any brave feats. He did not want to nurse a bump on her head and worry for hours over a preventable injury. Seeing that his daughter would not be contained, he sat up and picked her up to leave the bed. It was time to start another day.
She patted her tummy in emphasis that she demanded sustenance and he pointed to it to help her learn, "Hungry."
She nodded silently to agree and Ratonhnhaké:ton repeated the word for which she slurred, "Ungee."
"Decent effort" he chuckled softly because she was trying to learn rather than staring at him funny. He had yet to forget the early days when she simply tried to focus with her eyes and lay in his arms as a tiny baby. He tickled her left side to draw her attention away from hunger and Cora batted his hand away with a high-pitched laugh.
"Are my wolf and baby cub awake?" Caroline's voice beckoned down the hallway and the two straightened at the delicious smell of sizzling food. They must have slept through the prep work and most of the cooking by the strength of the scents emanating through their home. Cora sniffed at the air eagerly and pointed in the direction of her mother to steer her father's steps.
"Yes!" they both replied with Cora sputtering as she continued to learn how to vocalize new words. She was no longer a baby that could only cry to communicate and her father kept all of her progress in his journal. He wanted to remember every moment with her. Picking her up, he left the warm comfort of the bed to wander into the hallway to find his wife.
The two emerged in the main room to find Caroline at work to ready breakfast for her family. She did not dare wake her husband to let him sleep in and their daughter had happily snuggled along for the ride. Now that Cora slept normal human hours, the family of three was entering the next stage of parenthood as she left infancy behind. The parents also had to keep a closer eye on her new exploration phase to ensure no serious bumps and bruises were not earned.
Caroline smiled brightly at her beloved pair as her auburn hair was tied back in a bun and her pale gray dress held a white apron covered in flour and ash fingertips. While her family slept, she took advantage of starting early on making bread rolls for the week and butter cookies. Cora outstretched her arms for her mother but Caroline could only offer a fond kiss to her cheek to avoid sullying her clothes. That, and keep turning the slices of sausage on the skillet to let their oil simmer into the sliced potatoes bathing inside.
She had a warm bowl of rice pudding ready for Cora since her little one tended to breastfeed before breakfast. Weaning her was not going as expected as her little one desired her regular feedings after meals. Replacing those meals with extra food or yummy treats pacified her during the day, which left two feedings at the start and end of the day. Today, however, she needed to focus on making their weekly bread. With three mouths to feed, bread would disappear quickly in their home. Ratonhnhaké:ton greeted his wife with a fond smile, kissing her left cheek, but told their daughter, "We must freshen up before breakfast."
Cora simply blinked but could do nothing when he turned around to head to the bathroom. Her little hands reached over his shoulder towards her mother but Caroline waved reassuringly. She would be ready when they returned for breakfast and sit with her little one to feed her. In the meantime, Cora pouted when her father soaked a washcloth to freshen her up for breakfast. Why had she been separated from her porridge? Ratonhnhaké:ton tried not to laugh at the indignant expression on her round face for being denied her breakfast after smelling it.
She whimpered in disillusion at being tidied up, grasping fistfuls of his sleeping shirt in silent protest. Her father simply kept washing her round face and gently brushed back her wispy hair to settle it down. He would not have her appear messy at breakfast after his wife's hard work and wiped the damp washcloth down the left side of his face to show Cora that he was no exception. His little one eyed him suspiciously before whining again when he rubbed the washcloth behind her ears. This time, he couldn't help but laugh softly at her squeamishness as she wiggled in his arms for freedom.
Caroline tried not to laugh over the defiant whining echoing down the hall and focused on setting the sizzling food on the table. Cora never failed in working up an appetite as she continued growing and Caroline set aside two soft cookies inside her porridge bowl as a morning snack. By the time her child would finish, it would either be licked clean or left a gloopy mess. She was happy that her family was able to have peace for Cora's first year as she and Ratonhnhaké:ton settled into parenthood. The first few months had been rough with sleepless nights but they had almost overcome the first year. Cora was no longer fragile but she could easily land in sticky situations now that she could move. Sure, they were still unsteady steps that needed support along the way but she was a crawling machine when on all fours. Caroline had no doubt she would take after her father in speed.
Removing her apron, she balled it and let it rest on the kitchen counter before taking a seat at the dining table. She ran her fingers over her hair to straighten any loose strands and appear presentable. The fire would linger in the hearth to warm the cabin since the mornings were still chilly and her husband agreed for Cora's health since she survived her first winter. Speaking of her little one, she could hear the squeaky 'ista' echoing down the hall as the pair returned squeaky clean. Cora held her arms out when she exited the hallway and her father did not hesitate to drop her into her mother's awaiting arms. Caroline chuckled softly at the pecks of kisses that dotted her left cheek and clutched her tightly before returning the same to her round cheeks. Never did she imagine herself capable of loving someone as she did her daughter.
"Good morning, my precious star" she smiled lovingly to reciprocate her daughter's kindness and hugged her one last time. Every day was a gift with her child and she treasured each little moment with Cora. Ratonhnhaké:ton sat down at the head of the table to inhale the hot delicious scent of fresh food because his wife never failed in keeping him well-fed. He would be fetching a juicy rabbit to prepare a stew for dinner, especially with her toiling with breadmaking. Now that Cora could stand up, her little hand would tap against the edges of the table hoping to nab a piece of bread during her daily wanderings.
Caroline turned Cora around so she could begin eating her porridge and guided her little hand with the spoon to eat while she used her free hand to eat her own food. Having a child pushed her on multitasking more than ever but Cora's development intrigued her. A mother would naturally adore her child but Cora was the first exposing her to a different world that Caroline was still traversing. Sharp banging against her wooden bowl snapped Caroline from her reflection and she gripped her little wrist to remind her that was not acceptable.
Cora pouted at her mother for being halted and Caroline tried not to laugh when her husband wiped away porridge from his left cheek. He was not new to experiencing food or liquid splashes from their daughter and he smiled at his wife, "Just another regular morning."
He would rather experience this moment a thousand times rather than being in the rugged wilderness chasing his enemies.
29 March 1780
Winter faded to make way for spring in Davenport and the Burnetts were eagerly waiting for their daughter's first birthday. They did not celebrate yearly birthdays but Caroline tried her best to make a treat for each of her loved ones. Her husband did not have affection for much of his life after his mother's death and she strived for his happiness. Without him, she wouldn't be who she was. For Ratonhnhaké:ton, who celebrated milestones rather days of birth, Cora won both feats by arriving on his birthday. He had told Caroline not to tire herself for that day but she already secretly prepared a family dinner for them. If he did not want a sweet cake, he could share with their daughter.
It was a mildly warm morning when he stepped out of his home to run an errand at the general store, which he regretted immediately. At the bottom of his porch, he spotted his second least favorite person in the colonies at that moment. Why was his perfect year flowing downwind now? What had he done to greatly upset his ancestors? He refrained from rubbing his eyes vigorously in the vain hope that he would disappear like a bad hallucination. His father's never-changing attire did not help in mistaken identity and he exhaled deeply through his nose to prepare himself for this next verbal tangle.
He tried to keep calm as his irritation rose at the unwelcome visit and snapped tightly, "Why are you here? I was very clear about you trespassing."
Haytham feigned nonchalance to the previous threat but was honest on his reason for visiting, stating proudly, "I am here to inquire on the future of the Kenway name."
"I did not take your name" Ratonhnhaké:ton stated bluntly because Cora would be carrying her maternal family name. If his father had been a decent man and participated in his life, he would have reconsidered. However, he grew up alone after his mother's death and would follow the traditions of his tribe.
"No, but my blood is still in your veins" his father corrected sharply, earning a disgruntled groan from him at the reminder, and Ratonhnhaké:ton silently prayed that Sir Cornelius would maul him. Their guard turkey was likely still eating his food for the morning and forgot his usual uncanny vigilance. He didn't even have a broom handy to throw at his father or smack him with like he did on the Aquila. Haytham was not deterred by his son's numerous scowls and pointed out, "I am inquiring about my grandchild."
"My child" Ratonhnhaké:ton corrected briskly because he would protect his daughter with the ferocity of a mother bear. He did not want anyone outside of Davenport and their trusted circle to know about Cora.
Haytham raised his hands in outrage at his possessiveness because he meant no harm and beckoned, "Come now, can I not share in that pride?"
"Not if your plan is killing or kidnapping my child" the protective father replied coldly, refusing to let him lay an eye on Cora. His greatest fear was having her kidnapped or used against him in the ongoing war. He promised his wife he would always keep her safe from danger and his father was a bright hazardous sign.
"I am not a barbarian" Haytham disagreed with insult to such an accusation since he wasn't that heartless. He might have done several questionable actions in his life but hurting children was not one of them. With their bloodline clearly carrying on, he would not harm an innocent family member. Regardless of gender, they would have to be strong to bear the impact of their parents' work and living in a world where not all were equal. He wanted to build a positive relationship with his grandchild to provide them with a realistic view of the world, even if his son might not like it. They would need a strong outer shell to survive but for now, he would coddle them by stating frankly, "I have brought gifts. I imagine they cannot still be a baby."
Ratonhnhaké:ton had no answer as to why he assumed he would automatically open his door and shot back, "Why would I allow you anywhere near them?"
Haytham determined that his son was stalling on divulging a shred of information and questioned, "You are not going to tell me the gender, are you?"
The assassin did not hesitate to answer sharply on keeping his child secret, "No, I -"
It was at this moment that Cora innocently scuttled behind her father to follow him loyally. Her blue eyes were bright with curiosity and her yellow dress dwarfed her tiny form. Now that she was able to explore her home and the open outdoors around it, she was eager to follow her parents. When spotting that the front door was half-ajar, she decided to tag along with her father to share in his adventure. Since she only had her socks on, her awkward footsteps were silent against the floorboards.
Ratonhnhaké:ton realized she was present only when she latched onto his left leg for support on her walk. When he felt the familiar grasp of his child, he stiffened with concern and looked down. Spotting his innocent daughter smiling widely at him, he automatically warned, "Cora!"
She stopped immediately at the sharp tone of his voice, freezing in place with wide eyes. Her bottom lip quivered at being in trouble since she never heard such a harsh sound in his voice. Was she not meant to follow him anymore? Her eyes filled with crystalline tears at being discarded by her beloved father and let go of his leg to return to her mother. Ratonhnhaké:ton instantly moved closer to his daughter to shield her from view while trying to stop her from sniffling. He never meant to upset her but his father did not exactly spring joy in his demeanor.
The tiny girl drew the attention of Haytham or rather, her somber sniffling. Her dark hair and bright eyes reminded him of a little doll and though her sniveling was rather adorable, he did not want her crying. She was too young to be upset about her actions as she discovered the world around her. With that fatherly display, the poor child would be afraid of her own home environment. How was his grandchild more engaging than his grown son? He waved his hand dismissively at him and quickly scolded him, "Don't chide the girl, she's simply exploring her environment."
Ratonhnhaké:ton refused to budge from his father's unneeded advice and concealed Cora behind him to state, "I will parent my child, not you."
"My granddaughter" Haytham emphasized at trying out the name and blamed his own softness on her clumsy footing. Her gray socks peeked out under the hem of her long dress as her little toes fanned to balance herself on the porch. Her uncoordinated movements and lack of words told him she was either close to a year or barely past it. It was clear that his son was trying to keep her as far from him as possible but he didn't dare accidentally knock her over. Haytham was more amused by this than annoyed and pronounced, "Cora, eh?"
At this, Cora smiled brightly again at hearing her name and wondered if the stranger was a friend of her father. Otherwise, she would scuttle back into the safety of her home. Ratonhnhaké:ton had more important things to do than bicker about parenting and informed him tersely, "I do not have time to hear insults."
"I will not insult my grandchild, at least until she begins speaking gibberish" his father justified because she was too little to know any better or do any wrong. Her delicate features added to her innocent appearance and her father's intimidating height dwarfed her. Cora babbled to her father with a fond 'rakeni' to be included in whatever trip he was taking. Haytham discounted her baby babble since she would have ample time to frustrate an old grandfather and stated, "I do not count that as such."
Cora clung to her father's leg to prove that she would obey and did not want him to be upset. Her parents were her world and the infant feared being left behind or abandoned, clutching even tighter to Ratonhnhaké:ton. When she clamped on, she was not easy to remove but it was best to keep her there than having her step away. If she decided to give attention to his father, he would have to lock her back inside the house. He could not risk having her within an arm's reach of the man.
His suspicion only increased when Haytham kneeled in front of the porch to meet his granddaughter at eye level and greeted, "Hello there, Cora, I'm your grandpapa."
"I refuse to have her acknowledge that" Ratonhnhaké:ton spoke swiftly at granting him a nickname after all of the trouble he placed him in. His wife believed there was still hope to build a better future now that Cora existed but he wasn't holding his breath. If he was willing to kill him without remorse, his innocent child would fare the same.
"She can't speak so that defeats the purpose" Haytham justified at being intentionally ignored by another family member. It made him wonder briefly just how much dedication he applied to the Templar Order versus family bonds. He would not hesitate to aid his sister but they were not entirely close after years and distance separated them. The relationship with his son was in tatters but Cora was a new chance to turn a new leaf.
Cora assumed their conversation meant the stranger was friendly and she peeked out with curiosity. She refused to let anyone but her immediate family hold her and her aunts would not leave Caroline's vicinity to avoid the separation anxiety sobbing. She would not wander from either of her parents and squeezed her father's leg again to show she would not disobey him. Ratonhnhaké:ton did not want his precious daughter to be upset but his father threatened his stoic façade. Cora knew his heart from their tight bond but he did not want her to witness anything but love and warmth from him.
"Aren't you adorable?" Haytham commented at his little granddaughter and found himself smitten with her. She was a mere stranger that he would never have thought was related to him if he ever crossed her in the street. Yet, her innocent aura made him strive to be better than he did with his own son. Was it from that failure that he felt this way? Why did this tiny infant stir such a response? Honestly, he was growing more pitifully sentimental with age. Opening the knapsack hanging over his shoulder, he told her gently, "I have brought you a gift."
"It will be thrown in the fireplace" his son threatened flatly because he would not afford a single risk to Cora. Although his father had plenty of times to poison him, they were during a truce. Now, they were at a cold stalemate despite his wife kept trying to find peace. The only reason he would dare approach it would be for Cora.
"It is merely a doll" Haytham reasoned snippily since they were simply toys that he bought from a reputable carpenter. He removed the doll from the knapsack to emphasize the innocent toy that was more wood, horse hair, and sturdy porcelain than anything else. He had opted for the brunette doll since he was unsure if the child would have raven or auburn hair since both shades were prominent in both families. Lowering the large doll, he glanced back at his knapsack to offer an alternative, "I mean, she can have the toy horse but it was the option for a grandson."
Ratonhnhaké:ton crossed his arms tightly across his chest to disagree with that idea immediately, "I do not trust anything you hand over."
"Fine, let it stay on the porch for her to play with outdoors" his father remarked to leave the gifts outside if he would not allow them inside. He did not travel all this way to have his gifts tossed aside but he and his son did not have the best relationship. He really was trying to be better for Cora, especially since she knew nothing about their conflicting ideologies. If he could prove that he was trustworthy with her, maybe his son would believe him.
When he attempted to place the bundle of wooden toys from the bag on the porch, Ratonhnhaké:ton insisted, "She will not take them."
He proceeded to grab the nearest toy on the porch, which was a stuffed brown bear, and wondered what his father's true intent aimed. Why was he bringing this up when he knew his aversion to anything related to him? He wanted to clean himself of their blood bonds to erase that Haytham was an unfortunate part of him and now, Cora. Pushing it in the direction of his father, descended the steps and ordered, "Take it back!"
"No, it is a gift" he refused coolly because he would not carry anything back through the forest. He refused to grab the toy and simply let his son glare at him while holding the teddy bear.
"Which we refuse" Ratonhnhaké:ton asserted tightly, not foolish to risk his first child by taking his father's word. He trusted the man once and it placed his village in jeopardy while forcing him to kill his friend. The latter was a wound that was still healing and he slowly came to terms with his actions. His father, on the other hand, simply wiped his hands of it and continued with his malevolent planning.
"What is going out – oh" Caroline's voice echoed behind the men as she stepped outside to investigate the racket. She was accustomed to early morning greetings as residents went on their way in and out of town. However, her suspicion rose when she heard her husband's normally calm voice hitching higher in an angry tone. After watching Cora trail after him, her maternal worry took over and she opened the ajar door to investigate. Her blue eyes narrowed when she spotted Haytham and crossed her arms to greet calmly, "Good morning, Mr. Kenway, I do have a shotgun nearby."
"I mean no harm" Haytham reassured for what felt like the thirtieth time but begrudgingly understood their overprotection. He had not given them a reason to be trusted after the last fiasco and showing up in the middle of winter did not gain him points. The arrival of their daughter only heightened their distrust and they would not let her out of sight. He did not expect any less from them and would adhere to their rules to let his actions speak better. It might also satisfy his son's critical eye and he explained truthfully, "Curiosity for my first grandchild won over. Congratulations, she is beautiful."
Caroline and her husband prepared for a visit from Haytham but they were still wary of interacting with him. There was no chance she was allowing Cora near him, mainly because she could not determine whether he held nefarious intentions for her. Cora was the pride and joy of her husband and any threat to her would enrage and hurt him. They could not risk giving the enemy a weapon, especially one as precious to them, and she stated coolly, "I will not argue that but you are aware of our shaky relations."
"Which I mean to amend" Haytham insisted on his promise because he kept his word – mainly when he was to benefit. His son had been an innocent bystander when Lee meddled with him and negatively impacted his life. He refused to witness the same with Cora since their family line appeared to be riddled with danger and tragedy. She deserved to live a better life after it was clear neither he nor his son lived stress-free. Now that she was clearly alive and breathing, she was a new variable in the equation of the ongoing war. He was serious about keeping her safe from both sides and told them, "I was serious last winter."
Ratonhnhaké:ton was skeptical of this claim and questioned, "Why?"
"Is my word not good enough?" he shot back incredulously but conceded that he burnt the bridge to his son multiple times. His daughter-in-law had also been disappointed in Valley Forge so he had to atone to the couple to earn time with his granddaughter. By the look on her delighted round face, she was a happy spirit and represented a new hope for the future.
"You've killed plenty of enemies with similar words" his son pointed out tersely to the numerous captured men he callously executed after promising freedom. He was not the kind of man to veil the truth and would never agree with such heinous acts. Did he think trust could be regained so easily?
"You're smarter than I give you credit for" Haytham admitted grudgingly to his uncanny memory but his methods were effective at silencing enemies. If he let his enemies live, he would simply have more running around. There should be pride in having a sharp son but he was more idealistic, whether from age or world inexperience, Haytham did not know where that resilience came from. More than likely, it was from Ziio.
Much like Ziio, their son chose a steadfast partner when Caroline crossed her arms and asked carefully, "Are we enemies, Mr. Kenway?"
Four years ago, he would have agreed unanimously about his misguided child. However, the year spent sailing south familiarized him with the couple as his neutrality shield was gradually worn down by their humility. Yes, his son's never-ending idealism annoyed him but it was enough of an unyielding optimism that he dared to admit some guilt after the events of Valley Forge. His meticulous planning to oust Washington and pull his son closer to the Templars blew up terribly, leading the couple to sever their ties. After decades of not experiencing familial bonds, there was regret on his part for his actions. His daughter-in-law was also someone he found agreeable and he replied evenly, "You and I are not but your husband treads the line."
"You chose to stay a Templar" Ratonhnhaké:ton stated frankly about his life choices because they were all adults capable of common sense. He could have easily decided to abdicate his role when realizing he was his son or even after Valley Forge but he remained embedded with the enemy. He could declare it aloud in public and he would still not believe the man.
"And you chose to stay misguided" his father reprimanded with equal persistence and Ratonhnhaké:ton finally threw the toy at him. It bounced off his left shoulder before he could deflect but he caught it in midair to stop it from falling into the dirt. He would not abide any filthy toys for a child, especially his grandchild.
Caroline cleared her throat sharply and pointed to her infant daughter as she stared at the men with curiosity. Between the toys spilt on the wooden porch and the adults talking, this was already an adventure for her! The new toys drew her eye the most when her parents weren't speaking. Caroline, however, did not want her to interpret these incidents as normal and ordered, "Gentlemen, no quarreling in front of my daughter."
"Apologies, I merely came to drop off gifts to my first grandchild" Haytham obeyed to prevent angering the mother bear protecting her cub. He would not ruin the chance to rebuild what he shattered, especially when the couple had easier access to weapons. Caroline was surprised to hear the answer but believed it somewhat when spotting the toys spilt on the porch. Her husband, on the other hand, was taken aback at his shift in demeanor towards her like it had in the past. He squabbled with him but not her? Haytham caught his annoyed glare and Caroline's skepticism, leading him to say bluntly, "Oh, don't look so shocked."
"We will be throwing it all in a fire" Ratonhnhaké:ton vowed flatly at the new kindling that would feed their evening fire. Cora, however, was drawn to the pretty new toys after playing with her wooden blocks and fabric doll every day. She had never seen a doll with a human-like face and the life-like hair dared her little fingers to run over it. Being an infant with no awareness of self-control or right versus wrong, she couldn't help but lean down to reach for the large doll. She had never seen such a large toy and smiled widely at realizing how light the doll was in her arms. Her father was quick to leap into action and grabbed the left arm of the doll to gently pry it away with a firm tone, "Cora, no."
"No!" she pouted with disappointment at discovering the wooden treasures and clutched the doll even tighter. Why couldn't she have this toy? Nobody else had claimed it!
Ratonhnhaké:ton dreaded anything harming her from the numerous toys laying around. She could be standing in impending danger and hated having to tear the toy away. He could not purchase such lavish gifts since he wanted to wait until she was older when she could recognize their value. This was the first time he was denying her an object and reminded her, "Cora, you cannot pick up strange objects."
"I assure you it's simply a doll for her to enjoy" Haytham intervened firmly at watching her cry over her rightful toys. He bought them for her to play with and being an only child, she deserved plenty of toys. He was not a father at all for his son but he could begin anew with his granddaughter. His tense relationship with his son should not extend to her and he emphasized, "I do not harm children."
Ratonhnhaké:ton did not hesitate to point out his knack for exposing a person's vulnerabilities by replying, "But you are not against wounding me."
"You're a grown man capable of decisions but I would not use my own grandchild in such a deplorable way" he reasoned sharply since he had not pondered about causing his death for years. He was not actively seeking his downfall and had tried his best, though not entirely benign, to turn him away from rash and naïve decisions. The only one he approved of so far was his family life in the town but even Davenport would be under threat if other Templars found it. Ratonhnhaké:ton tried once more to gently pry the doll from Cora but she pouted stubbornly at releasing the pretty toy. Haytham admired her tiny form standing up against her tower of a father and told the child, "You are tenacious, I give you that. It is a good trait to have."
Ratonhnhaké:ton took advantage of his daughter's distraction to pull her fingers off the doll to toss it back at his father. Again, Haytham caught the toy but kept it out of worry the poor doll would be tattered by the day's end. Honestly, his son treated toys worse than the infant. Cora sniffled instantly at having her newest toy denied and scampered over to her beloved mother for assistance. She could not vocalize her distress but her teary blue eyes were enough for Caroline to pick her up. Her daughter would not be an innocent bystander in their squabbles and she questioned firmly, "For her sake, can we begin to bridge this chasm between our orders?"
Cora blubbered incomprehensibly against her mother's neck but jabbed her tiny finger at the doll in her grandfather's hand. When her father tried to soothe her crying by stroking the back of her head, she whined in offense since he took the doll in the first place. Why couldn't she touch the doll? Caroline nodded her head towards their unexpected guest to keep an eye on him rather than their daughter's tantrum. Ratonhnhaké:ton was not happy to have Cora upset with him for the first time and glared heatedly at his father. Haytham refrained from sighing to yet another intimidation tactic and muttered dryly, "That may be easier said than done."
"You quit automatically then?" his son challenged because he was more than happy to kick him to the town line and never see him again. He had accepted not having a father after the summer of 1778 and had plenty of male role models for a support system. His daughter deserved better than his early life and keeping dangerous people away would be the priority. His father may spout claims of turning a new leaf but his actions were the opposite.
Haytham refused to admit defeat at the last chance to salvage what was left of their family and admitted, "I did not say that, my Order may not be as accessible as yours right now."
Ratonhnhaké:ton found that a pitiful excuse because he was the leader of the entire order! He kept ongoing communication with all his assassins to show he had their backs. Caroline treated them like family which increased the bonds between them which could not be said about the Templars. The note of hesitation in the man's voice told her something was amiss. Cora's fussing drew her attention again and she cradled her little one with a fond kiss to her plump cheeks while her husband pinned Haytham with accusation, "Because you're protecting the cowardly Lee."
Haytham had his responsibility as the leader of the Order but having a family of Assassins did not make that job easy. Caroline brought up a fair point on redefining his Order just as Ratonhnhaké:ton had done by stopping any meddling with the ancient artifacts and assisting civilians in need. He had shifted the Assassins in a different direction but he did not approve of publicly announcing private order matters. Thankfully, his wife put an end to such behavior which granted him a dependable second-in-command. He could not say the same for himself at the moment and shot back hastily, "My Templar business is none of yours, I am here to be a grandfather."
Caroline seized control of the conversation to protect her family and stated firmly on the rule of their treaty, "Not while you're a risk to her father's longevity. I will not stand to have anyone disrespect my husband."
Out of all the Assassins under his son's authority, Caroline was the only one he treaded carefully around. He learned early on that she was sharply observant before she pounced and he was getting slower in reaction time as he grew older. His son, on the other hand, was a caged wolf when infuriated so he knew when to expect an attack. The dark red dress she wore only increased the maternal intimidation, contrasting her husband's usual benevolent white robes. He did not want to instigate either of the two and explained calmly, "My agents are on surveillance orders only - no killing."
"Is Lee also on the same page?" she questioned on the whereabouts of the main enemy of her husband. The Templar would not act out against his leader without his say so and any retribution would be pinned on Haytham. She did not want to overstep her role in their strange family but she would not hesitate to kill anyone that dared to harm her husband and daughter.
"Yes, he may be more focused on Washington than Connor" Haytham muttered dismissively to keep a lid on Lee's whereabouts. That, and their diverging views on how to win the war in the favor of the Templars. He was granting his son temporary peace by keeping his mouth shut about Davenport but Ratonhnhaké:ton refused to believe him. The skepticism in his son would be hard to defeat and he chastised the nonstop scowling, "Stop glaring at me, I am being truthful."
Ratonhnhaké:ton left his family to descend the porch and threatened him with narrowed eyes, "Do not manipulate my daughter into this war."
Haytham was not intimidated by him but understood his fatherly concerns, a trait that long eluded him. His son was clearly devoted to Cora and she was incredibly attached to him based on their first interaction. The time to ponder about such behavior if he had stayed was long gone but Cora had a life ahead of her. She would break the cycle if they could both coexist neutrally and he was willing to work on that. Maybe that would suffice his son as an attempt to apologize for everything that happened and he told the couple bluntly, "She needs to be kept far away from all of this. You think I wanted this kind of life for any of us?"
"Again, you chose to remain a Templar" his son replied dryly to his decisions to create calamity and seize control of the new colonies. He had plenty of times to walk away and abandon the Templars for a civilian life.
Nobody was innocent in their decisions, except for little Cora, and Haytham pointed out sarcastically, "And you are an Assassin – your choice."
Caroline was not going to be pulled into another runaround loop and raised a hand to remind them sharply, "We've established that quite well. Can we focus on a future where Cora won't be fearing for her life or bearing a family loss like her father and grandfather did?"
The two men deflated from their tense stances when they gazed at Cora, whom wiped her watery eyes after stopping her sniffling. She did not deserve to see one of her parents perish, no matter how irritated Haytham became with his son. She should not have to witness the brutality of a war she knew nothing about and he did not want to leave tragedy as her inheritance. Ratonhnhaké:ton tried to dry her eyes but she whined in disagreement, leading Haytham to comment, "I see where her tenacity comes from. They don't make it easy, do they, my girl?"
"If you are committed to keeping Cora safe, this will be neutral ground" Caroline warned him to lay out the ground rules because she would tolerate no dangers or insults. She was not comfortable having any Templar know of their homestead but Haytham had kept his word for almost a year. Whether that was good or evil omen, only time would tell. Cora's safety was her priority, even if it meant bridging peace crumbled, and narrowed her gaze to finish, "If I so much as sense something amiss, I will reach for my shotgun."
"I will also confiscate your hidden blades and any other weapons until you leave" Ratonhnhaké:ton ordered coldly because he would not have anything that could be used as a weapon on his property. Well, have it near his father's vicinity. Haytham had stashed away his weapons in a concealing bush beside a tree in the outskirts for easier retrieval. However, he never traveled without his hidden blades. His son would not negotiate that request and motioned towards the road in front of their homestead to suggest, "Unless you want to go now?"
Ratonhnhaké:ton expected Haytham to stomp off with a scathing quip but his father silently removed the weapons before tossing them at him carelessly. He made sure to aim in the opposite direction of Cora and ignored his son's glare when he caught them. The only reason he was willing to relinquish them was that he was confident that neither would allow Cora to see bloodshed and he wanted to learn about her. He held out the porcelain doll to her, lighting up her eyes, and he spoke gently, "Grandpapa brought you toys and I have many more if you wish it."
Ratonhnhaké:ton had never heard the man utter a kind word (that he believed, anyway) but seized the doll before Cora could grasp it. Her little fingers reached out with a determined pout to grab her prize but her father focused on examining it. He would not hand it over to her until he was convinced it was simply a toy or he would never forgive himself if she was injured. He did not trust his father to keep his word because he always fell back on the Templars. What would be different this time? Cora would not be happy with him but it was for her safety and he warned his father, "As long as they are not dangerous or bought from questionable means."
"My personal finances are kept separate from that life" Haytham snapped with insult that he would pay for her gifts with dirty money. He might have been a tad crass but he was not a degenerate! His father taught him better than that with money and he kept that financial aspect apart from Templar business. Even now, nobody outside his trusted circle knew of his homestead in Virginia. Although his son rejected everything, maybe his granddaughter would be different. She came from two headstrong bloodlines and was beginning to understand the world around her. He pointed at the pouting infant, who shifted her gaze back to him upon detecting his movement, and revealed, "That will one day pass to you, Cora."
Ratonhnhaké:ton did not want his daughter accepting anything from his father after witnessing the atrocities he created. He would protect her from any manipulation because money did not make everyone's dreams come true. It was more probable that he would leave his riches to his most loyal henchmen rather than a blooded relative, especially when he rejected his ideals, and mocked, "Not your goons?"
"Ratonhnhaké:ton" his wife shushed and tried not to snicker at his dry humor. They were trying to reach neutral ground for the sake of peace and Cora's future so insults would get them nowhere. In private, however, she could laugh at his sudden spike in sarcasm.
"I will deem who is worthy to inherit my legacy" Haytham corrected sharply because intelligence and potential would drive who would carry on his earthly possessions. Whether he left a positive or negative image, it would be a lesson nonetheless for the future generation. He did not know if Cora would be his only grandchild but for now, she was the frontrunner for carrying on what remained of the Kenway name. Under the right tutelage and training, she could become a powerful woman and he advised her wary parents, "And you will let her decide what to do with it."
4 April 1780
After the impromptu visit from Haytham, the couple sighed in relief but lived with low tension for a week in case the man was lying. Cora refused to give up her newest toys and the couple was forced to make room in the bed for the large doll. This prompted the two to begin the transition to her crib which became easier with longer naps in the crib since she refused to budge from the doll. Ratonhnhaké:ton was none too happy about the doll after repeated washings and an intense inspection under a magnifying glass yielded nothing. For the first time ever, he was skeptical to believe his father was actually telling the truth. Cora was more than happy to drag around her toys in the foyer to play, happy to have more. He disliked having her view him negatively for initially seizing the toys but one day, she would understand why he behaved the way he did. He had already lost enough people in his life and Cora was the most precious person in his heart.
He had kept a strict watch over his property and would repeatedly check the patency of the escape tunnel in the cellar to feel secure that his family was safe. Haytham's words were superficial and he did not trust the man after everything he endured since knowing who he was. Cora should not have to bear that stress as she grew and frankly, she would be better off not knowing that particular history of his past. In his view, only Caroline's family was a part of her while his clan was his portion granted to her. She should not have to inherit the dark parts of his past but only the positive.
Regardless of how he felt, he was proud and happy that his daughter reached her first spring. He and Caroline kept their daughter cozy during the harsh winter, bundling her in layers and blankets to prevent colds and sniffling. They had survived their first year trial of parenthood and counted the blessing of their healthy child. His life with Caroline filled him with contentment at being beside his best friend but having Cora raised that love to a stronger plane that he never deemed possible. She was the best of them and watching each steady step throughout the day filled him with joy at the simplicity of her determination to walk like him.
Caroline pulled him out of his self-reflection by gently nudging his right arm and he refocused on the present. They had invited the town to the Mile's End to celebrate Cora's first birthday and Ratonhnhaké:ton's twenty-fourth rather than having a small lunch at home. He would have preferred to quiet option but he agreed with his wife when she mentioned how they all pulled together to help them from the moment they announced their pregnancy. Besides, the children loved to eat cake and Cora didn't stop pointing at the pretty white cake decorated with fresh fruits. Amelia held the giddy girl to spare her parents' arms since she liked being held during large gatherings. The grown adults were like the tall trees outside to her tiny form!
Unlike Cora's wariness in open spaces, Matthew was eager to explore his new world and kept skittering circles around his parents. Martha was working on correcting his tendency to tiptoe when speeding by but as long as Dr. White said her son was developing well, she would leave him be. Catherine doted on her two grandchildren, enjoying every word they chirped at her now that they were no longer babies. Both children were taking after their fathers in personality and both were wrapped around their fingers. Godfrey had given a bright yellow knitted hat to Cora to match his own, which she never failed to bat playfully with curiosity. Now, she had her own to play with at home and Cora kept it clutched close while in Amelia's arms. Ratonhnhaké:ton was glad to her reception of the gift since she protested greatly against leaving her new doll behind.
The couple was there to celebrate life and family on the frontier as they managed to build their dream life. The town was thriving with new homesteads, businesses, and families rising to keep Davenport running and safe. Everyone respected Ratonhnhaké:ton so when his wife sent out verbal invites, all accepted. Instead of gifts, food was brought by the guests so the innkeepers could enjoy the party as well. The town was accustomed to gathering for weddings and Christmas but this celebration was just as good. Caroline would give her handmade gifts to her husband and daughter at home to keep it private. She commissioned Ellen for a pink summer dress to fit her growing daughter and bought a new pistol for her husband from the general store catalog to stay ahead of his enemies.
"You are getting cuter every month" Amelia doted on her goddaughter and kissed her fair cheek. Cora tried to pronounce aunt but it came out sounding more like Anne's name, who laughed giddily at her attempt. In return, Cora clapped her hands in success believing she achieved it. With that accomplishment done, she pointed to the floor when Matthew scuttled by to tag along behind Daniel and Hunter. The two boys were no longer the babies of Davenport but they were also intrigued by the toddler and his little cousin. Cora's legs wriggled wildly for freedom and her aunt chuckled with mirth, "Oh, ready to chase after Matthew, are you?"
She placed the raven-haired girl on the ground and received her new hat in return. Amelia would safeguard it before it ended up covered in dust and ruffled her hair. Cora waved in farewell before scuttling off behind her cousin to join his fun, giggling carelessly as her blue skirt bobbed with each step. The adults knew better than to get in the way of playful children but Diana and Prudence kept a vigilant eye on their rambunctious boys. Michael, being the worrier of the two, looked to his wife and asked uncertainly, "We're just going to let her walk away?"
"I will supervise" Martha assured Caroline before she chased after her little one to avoid unexpected bumps. While Hunter and Daniel held good motor coordination at their ages now, the same couldn't be said for Matthew and Cora. The Mile's End had been separated in half for their party but that wouldn't stop the little ones from passing between patron tables. With four eager children ready to explore the inn, she sighed under her breath to accept her limitations. Peering over her shoulder, she looked to her little sister for assistance, "I might need backup."
Elizabeth grinned excitedly at the chance to play games with the little ones now that nobody from her generation did so. Even Alice and Anne stopped their old games, choosing only snowball fights during winter. The new generation was her chance to relive old memories of childhood and she accepted, "No child shall escape me!"
Martha wondered if she had to corral five children when Elizabeth ran after the quartet. Some things never changed. Caroline chose to ignore that the birthday girl blew off the guests and cake to have fun with her friends. This was the carefree and humble life she wanted her daughter to have without fear for safety, food, or love. She and her husband strived to give her a better childhood just as their parents did for them. Neither she nor Ratonhnhaké:ton could decipher Haytham's endgame but they would protect Cora at all cost. The couple had no doubt Cora's godparents thought the same by the way they kept an eye on her during the party. Their hope now was that Davenport would remain untouched by dangers.
"It's still hard to believe how fast they grow" Amelia smiled warmly at remembering their tiny forms for their first months of life. Her sisters had protected their children dearly, barely leaving the house unless the climate was warm and their babies bundled snugly. She was still amazed by the development of her siblings and now, she had a little niece and nephew to watch over. Her sisters were also eyeing her to join the motherly ranks but she was not yet ready to rear children. She enjoyed her new life with Michael and wanted to bask in that wedded bliss until parenthood bit at them.
"At least I'm no longer the baby of the family" Samuel blurted with a long sigh of relief at hanging up that moniker on a figurative shelf. He received so many pats on the head that he was glad to pass that along to his niece and nephew. They were too little to understand his playful ruffling of the hair but he too came to understand the love that came behind those words. His sisters never failed in protecting him as he grew and he would do the same with Matthew and Cora.
Caroline pulled him into a one-armed hug to silently remind him of his place in the family before releasing him with a fond smile. She was no longer a daily presence in their lives but an outside observer that would always protect them. Time did indeed fly by faster than she realized, especially when glimpsing at her daughter clinging to chairs with a happy laugh. Ratonhnhaké:ton wanted her to stay the way she was but even he knew that could not last forever. Cora would only be one year old once in her life and he was grateful to experience that milestone as a father.
He cleared his throat to draw the attention of their guests and Caroline quirked her left eyebrow at his initiative. She grew accustomed to being the main speaker when they hosted and let the birthday boy assume hosting. With the children being eager for cake, she decided to begin cutting small triangular pieces onto each wooden plate for serving. Ratonhnhaké:ton looked at the gathered crowd of his family and friends, never imagining having such bonds after leaving the safety of his village. He tried to voice that sentiment when he spoke earnestly to them, "Thank you for joining us for this small celebration. We are honored to have you here."
Caroline handed over the first pieces to Samuel and Alice, who smiled brightly at having first dibs. When their older sister motioned for them to pass them around to the guests, their smiles fell upside down. Regardless, they helped their sister distribute the powder white cake and Caroline told the gathered crowd, "You were all a huge help before and after Cora's birth. Not to mention, the camaraderie shared between my husband and all of you."
Everyone present was grateful for the land they lived on and the people they met that became more family than friends. Being the last arrival but pivotal to the thriving community, Ellen smiled kindly and told the couple, "We're family, it's part of the charm."
"You never hesitate to aid us and neither will we" Ratonhnhaké:ton promised the residents because he would always protect them. With his father being aware of Davenport, he had to be more cautious and patrol the perimeter more than once daily. Big Dave, Myriam, Norris, and Elizabeth helped tremendously as backup to cover more ground and maintain steady patrols. Achilles wasn't enthused about the Templar roaming about but he found it odd that had not done anything, given that he found the central base of operations. Last time, the entire Order was purged but nothing odd happened thus far this time around. He didn't know whether that was more concerning.
Caroline had only experienced vulnerability in Davenport twice: fear during a burglary at her homestead and carrying Cora to term. Her husband had been by her side through both trials and the town rallied with them to help her when she could barely get out of bed. That gratitude could never be repaid but she would do her very best, smiling with endearment, "Regardless, we want to thank all of you for your kindness. Davenport would not be the same without any of you."
Her smile widened at her husband to dote on him specifically, "Especially you, guv'nor."
"Oh no" he sighed softly with misery at the dreaded nicknames that followed him through the years. The crowd burst into laughter, surprising little Matthew and Cora as they peeked at the cake in their aunt Alice's hands, and the two latched onto her blue skirt. The brunette stifled her own laughter but leaned down to embrace her beloved niece and nephew to protect them.
25 August 1780
Ratonhnhaké:ton deemed Elizabeth ready to join their order as a beginner, especially after convincing his wife it was time. Elizabeth had trained diligently beside Clipper and the Bostonian Assassins to learn her way through their secret world. Caroline and her family worried every time she headed out of Davenport but the redhead promised she would return. Caroline, like her mother, counted the days until she returned. She often wondered if her parents would one day blame her for bringing the Assassin's Order to their doorstep should anything happen. With her husband being the leader of their sect, she conceded to his decision but requested her ceremony be held in Davenport. Achilles had bestowed the title to him in the manor and Ratonhnhaké:ton granted hers in the cove. For Elizabeth, he decided for Clipper to present her with the hidden blade as her teacher. Just as Ratonhnhaké:ton taught the original assassins, they were now proficient to teach others with the same ideals. Elizabeth would mark the next generation of the Assassin's Order.
The quartet was gathered in a clearing in the forest away from the town to keep the ceremony private. With summer in full bloom, Caroline opted for the gorgeous bed of vibrant flowers to frame Elizabeth's success. She was both proud and wary for her little sister as she ventured down the same road her husband had. While she was an Assassin herself, she knew her role would be more inactive now that Cora became her priority. She could no longer cover her husband's back or her friends when they were out on missions. Her little sister had to stay sharp in unfamiliar surroundings because both she and Ratonhnhaké:ton would feel incredible guilt if she were injured. They respected her autonomy but one's heart was a different matter.
The couple had dropped off Cora at Martha's homestead to have her play with Matthew. The brunette, like Amelia, was aware of the secret nature of their work and promised to keep an eye on her while they headed out into the forest. Ratonhnhaké:ton did not want Cora to be anywhere near any of his work, even if they were in town. Thankfully, she was a happy baby that didn't screech when left alone with Martha, Alice, or Amelia. On the other hand, the rambunctious Elizabeth and Samuel left her whimpering for her parents. With their daughter in safe hands, the couple met up with the other duo at the Mile's End to head out north.
Elizabeth was a mess of nerves and excitement at her induction in the order, absentmindedly rubbing her hands together on their hike. She had barely managed to tie her long hair into a braided bun to appear presentable despite the woodsy setting. After tagging along behind the couple as a child, she would now join them as an adult. Her soiled dresses and boyish outfits shifted to resemble her sister's as she wore a brown vest with an ivory tunic and matching brown breeches to blend into the outdoors. Like Clipper, she carried her rifle slung over her right shoulder since it was her main weapon. She found no interest in pistols or swords but did carry a knife like her sister. Her long-range skills soothed Caroline's sisterly worry that she wouldn't be a short-range fighter like herself. The time spent with the rifleman strengthened their friendship and Elizabeth deferred to his judgment when questions rose. She was still a bright flame but no longer scorched those she trusted.
When they arrived at the peaceful clearing, Caroline pulled her aside to speak with her privately. Ratonhnhaké:ton and Clipper understood, deciding to scout the perimeter for any dangerous wildlife. Elizabeth's eyebrow rose in curiosity but the firm expression on her sister's face told her this was a serious conversation. Now that she was a mother, her personality was beginning to resemble theirs. Caroline wanted to confirm that she held no hesitation in what she was entangling herself into. Grasping her by the shoulders, Caroline spoke to her as an equal and colleague by asking, "Are you clear with the duties and dangers this entails?"
Elizabeth would always be her little sister and she would fail her moral obligation to protect her if she was not 100% certain. Her desire to expand her horizons was admirable but the world was not a safe place during the revolution. There would be enemies in all corners and she had to stay sharp on her toes with every step. Her blue eyes narrowed to convey the severity of the situation and advised her grimly, "You will carry a target sign on your back for the rest of your life."
The smaller redhead acknowledged the risky side of the order but she was not new to dangers. Living in the isolated forest was a risky venture in itself as a child when there was no medical care and wild animals or humans could attack. She was not a sheltered woman that was naïve of the world anymore and assured her sister, "I am aware of the risks but you've done great and I can too, right?"
"Don't do this for me but yourself" Caroline asserted to remove pride from the equation because she wanted her siblings to be independent. She treasured her little sister's admiration of her but she could not bear having her follow her out of respect. She had to find her own way in life and her work in the horse rehab center flourished beautifully. There was no need for her to do more but like her, Elizabeth wanted to explore outside the borders of Boston. The small taste of New York back in 1776 only emboldened that prospect. Caroline would not sugarcoat the dangerous work and pointed out sternly, "You must trust in your instincts and skills to survive in the most brutal of situations. Never overestimate your abilities."
"I can do this" Elizabeth stated with conviction that she could hold her own in a fight. She had trained with numerous people within the guild and she was more of the type to strike from the shadows. She would not engage anyone short-range unless it was a hand-to-hand fight and absolutely necessary. Mistakes were prone to happen as a beginner but she had to believe she could overcome the first bumps. She doubted Ratonhnhaké:ton simply threw his Assassins headfirst into an active battle for their first mission. Otherwise, there would be a high death rate by now. She did not want to overly worry her sister and told her confidently, "You've always watched out for me but it's time for me to prove that I can fly on my own."
"That's always the scariest part, isn't it?" Caroline murmured on letting her go into a dangerous world but she could not stop her. They were old enough to make adult decisions and as much as she hated it, her siblings would be prone to mistakes as they grew older. She could only do so much, just like their parents, to keep them safe. Her sister needed her support now more than ever and she would not disappoint her. Giving her an approving nod, she smiled kindly to tell her, "I believe in you."
"Letting go is scary but this is my path" Elizabeth advised her sister with a solemn smile and clasped her left shoulder. They were no longer children and had to respect each other's decisions. It was time to let go. Caroline nodded silently because it was easier said than done. Would she one day experience the same with Cora? Would she be alive to send her oldest child into unknown danger like her aunt? It was fine when it was just her and Ratonhnhaké:ton but now, their family was becoming involved. Elizabeth would not take her new job lightly but she reminded her of their old chats behind their childhood home, "I have always wanted to explore the world."
"You can explore it but you must be vigilant of that target sign wherever you go" Caroline warned gently to advise her on her new journey because questions would be common. They would not be close to sending prompt written messages to each other like they did in Boston. Travels as an Assassin took one far from home and her sister would have to depend on herself to survive. She held much potential, which her husband agreed on, and sighed to release internal tension before admitting fondly, "I love you very much."
"Don't make me cry" her little sister complained and tried not to become sentimental at her remark. She had rarely traveled far from home and Clipper trained her in how to pack for long trips, along with camping outdoors for the night. Ratonhnhaké:ton wrote down lesson plans for Clipper that she read before handing it to him since her brother-in-law strived to make her proficient. She would not have joined the Order if they were not part of it because Ratonhnhaké:ton was their leader. Even as a civilian in Davenport, he was the one everyone turned to and he never failed to protect them. The same went for her sister in their family and she blinked rapidly to say with gratitude, "But I'm glad you're here."
"I wouldn't dare miss it" Caroline replied with a cheerful smile since every success in the family should be celebrated. Ratonhnhaké:ton had given her the option to stay with Cora but she took her role in the Order to heart. Besides, what kind of sister would she be if she didn't attend this pivotal milestone? Wrapping an arm around Elizabeth's shoulders, she pulled her toward the center of the clearing. She would not keep her from her hard-earned accomplishment and told the men with enthusiasm, "Let's begin!"
Clipper held onto the same wooden box that Achilles had stored the hidden blade for Ratonhnhaké:ton. He decided to keep it once he began inducting new members to safekeep hidden blades to add a unique touch. After learning everything on his own and piecing the ways of the Order from surviving scripture, he was trying his best to develop his branch. Elizabeth subdued a smile when Clipper held up the box in silent emphasis and wagged his eyebrows. Unlike Caroline who had a firm and quiet teacher, hers was the opposite with vibrant energy which matched her own personality. Ratonhnhaké:ton motioned for the two assassins to join his side while Elizabeth stood across from him.
He motioned for her to step forward, offering a warm smile of support, and spoke quietly, "This ceremony is held for every Assassin accepted into our Order."
"You will repeat the tenets as you become one of us" Clipper instructed with a supportive smile since he prepared her for the short ceremony. It was not a lengthy process to prevent becoming a large target, even in the middle of nowhere. Elizabeth nodded silently, taking a quick breath to brace herself and calm the nerves in her stomach.
Ratonhnhaké:ton began reciting the old tenets spoken by numerous others in the past, "Where other men blindly follow the truth, remember . . ."
"Nothing is true" Elizabeth finished quietly, surprised by the rare meekness in her voice. This was unlike anything she experienced but understood the magnitude of her decision. She would carry and bear this decision for the rest of her life.
Caroline spoke the next tenet while offering a warm smile at her, "Where other men are limited by morality or law, remember . . ."
"Everything is permitted" she replied to the most flexible rule of their order but her sister was always quick to remind her not to sink down to nefarious means. Interpretation of the tenets was unique to each Assassin but Caroline wanted her to be smart and honorable in her decisions. Stabbing an enemy from behind was different than pulling civilians into the crossfire for distraction.
Clipper recited the last tenet and Elizabeth joined him as they spoke in unison, "We work in the dark to serve the light. We are Assassins."
Elizabeth released a tense breath, surprised at how such small sentences affected her. Had her sister and Clipper felt the same when their initiation occurred? Ratonhnhaké:ton nodded respectfully to her as he added another member and welcomed her, "You are officially one of the Order. I grant you the rank of Assassin, Elizabeth Jane Burnett."
Clipper opened the wooden box by its metal latch and held it out towards the redhead. He nodded for her to take her new weapon, which she would learn how to use from this day onward. Tentatively, she reached in to grasp the leather and metal gauntlet to trace her fingertips over the top of the brown leather. She had no idea how to place it on her arm and awkwardly glanced at the three since she didn't prepare for this part. Caroline lent her aid after her own eagerness almost made her forget about the sharp blade during her own induction. She grasped the gauntlet and slipped it over her sister's right dominant hand and tightened the straps to fit over her forearm snugly. Her husband had designed Elizabeth's gauntlet similar to hers to keep her inconspicuous with Gaelic insignias. While hers bore strength, Elizabeth's carried valor to match their personalities.
Ratonhnhaké:ton never imagined he would have both sisters in the order but they had tagged alongside him ever since meeting. He directed a knowing glance at Clipper in silent reminder to teach her self-restraint with the hidden blade to avoid accidents. If she was anything like Caroline, and she was, the redhead would probably try to skewer fruit in place of a knife. Clipper had his work cut out for him but he enjoyed the challenges she brought. Of course, this meant a stricter Caroline when it came to lessons but she had not uttered a critique which was a positive sign.
While Caroline assisted Elizabeth, the rifleman closed the wooden box to return it to his leader and remarked, "I think you're bringing back the ceremonial aspects of these inductions."
"I was still inexperienced when I gave you yours" he muttered flatly to his lack of creativity in admitting new members to a dangerous and secretive world. He tried his best with Caroline as both a growing leader and future spouse but he was satisfied with Elizabeth's. It was a quiet and intimate affair with himself, her teacher, and sister. For Caroline and himself, it was simply their teacher. Little by little, he hoped to revitalize the Assassin's Order in the colonies which so far, was succeeding.
Clipper didn't mind the lack of pomp and fancy ceremonies, shrugging nonchalantly, and assured, "It's the thought that counts."
Elizabeth wiggled her fingers before clenching her hand to touch the trigger on the hidden blade and activate it. Ratonhnhaké:ton, Clipper, and Caroline all tensed briefly but relaxed when seeing no fingers were accidentally injured. It figured the redhead would be eager to play with her new weapon. A firm expression from her sister reminded her to be mindful of the new power in her hands and she sheathed the weapon. Clearing her throat, she changed the topic by grinning brightly and asking, "Well then, do I have a mission or will I sit on the shelf?"
Ratonhnhaké:ton was not surprised by the enthusiasm but every new Assassin would be sent for their first mission with a superior. With Clipper being her teacher and frontiersman, he would accompany her. At the same time, he would join them on the first leg of the trip since it was time he surveyed the colonies. He could not hide in Davenport anymore to be with his family while his Assassins risked their lives. Newly gained territories needed to be visited to ensure they stayed within their protection. Now that his father knew about Cora, that impending threat intensified. He nodded once at the excited redhead, who was now viewed warily by both Caroline and Clipper, and informed her, "Boston. I will give you the details and travel arrangements."
"Glad to be part of the team" she replied respectfully with a friendly smile at her first official mission. Her parents would not be keen on her traveling but she was a legal adult now. Regardless of her marital status, Elizabeth would now begin her travels to discover new horizons. It was finally her time to fly!
3 September 1780
For an Assassin, family time was a luxury during war times and Ratonhnhaké:ton had exceeded that period. He knew that he would have to return to the front lines at some point and though he was grateful to be home for the birth of his daughter and see her grow, he hated to leave his family. Caroline was aware that his time was limited and she would not be able to journey with him like she used to. Their roles were diverging from best friends and spouses on the battlefield to parenthood. Cora took priority now but she was too young to grasp the nature of their work and would naturally miss her father. He would oversee Elizabeth's first mission to keep his wife's mind at ease at sending her sister out into danger.
Caroline preferred to keep her husband at home but life was not fair, it was full of compromises. This was now their new normal where she would linger behind to care for their daughter while he would venture out into unknown territory. Although Ratonhnhaké:ton promised to keep an eye on Elizabeth, her sister promised to do the same with him to lighten Caroline's heart. Neither had been apart from the other since reuniting in 1776 and he found it awkward to be parted from her. He was never alone after reuniting, even when they lived in different homes, but this was the first time he would be on his own again. The ensuing silence during travel would not be as welcoming as it had been during his youth. His wife had helped him pack his gear and provisions for the trip ahead since he and Elizabeth would hitch a ride in one of the mill wagons heading to Boston. She had suggested using the Aquila but he did not want a large target sign in the city now that the Templars were strangely quiet.
The horizon was still a pale lilac-silver as dawn broke the surface to usher a new day in the town. Travel always meant leaving early at sunup, sometimes even in darkness, but Boston would not be a long haul in comparison to other colonies. Caroline made sure her husband ate his fill and he silently adored the constant hugs she pulled him into as she coped with his imminent leave. She was not ready for the separation but accepted it with a stiff upper lip. All she could do was support him endlessly and hope for the best until he returned to her. Ratonhnhaké:ton sympathized with her worry because she and Cora would be on his mind constantly. They were everything to him but he also needed to keep them safe.
"Do be careful out there" she whispered tenderly as she held him one more time while he closed his travel pack. He stopped from tying his bedroll to the bottom to return his wife's affection. Their hearts would mourn each other from the moment he left and travel would be lonely for him without her. Caroline did not want to think about him bearing the elements alone but her husband was an outstanding outdoorsman. She would hold onto his hefty skill asset to bring him back home and she squeezed his midsection once more. He let her lean against him to hear his heartbeat and smiled when she admitted somberly, "I'm not used to being apart from you, Ratonhnhaké:ton."
He reflected the same sentiment for her after numerous missions watching each other's backs. It was a rarity to travel with one's spouse to dangerous lands but his wife never complained. He would have to be extremely vigilant without her by his side but there was a silver lining in having her safe in Davenport. She would be in familiar territory with plenty of hands to help and an escape plan if his family needed it. Their life together had changed irreparably and it was time to face the first challenge. He kissed her right temple before cupping her cheek to lock their gazes and he reminded gently, "This will be our new normal now that Cora is here."
"Apart from my heart breaking at our separation, our daughter will not be keen on letting you go" she chuckled weakly to make light of the situation and leaned into his touch to remember the warmth of his skin. Prolonging his time at home would not help his journey end faster but she wanted to steal every second she could. Cora was sleeping in their bed since she had woken from the noise of her mother double-checking her father's belongings. She had whimpered at being left behind in her crib and Caroline snuggled her into their bed to fall asleep once more. Ratonhnhaké:ton regretted saying goodbye to their sleeping daughter but he was satisfied leaving her in a content state.
"I do not wish to shatter her trust in always having me here" he spoke with disappointment at leaving her periodically, aware of how his wife felt when her father headed out to the logging camps. He did not want Cora to think he would never return every time he left or that he saw his work as more important than her. Everything he did was for her and everyone that suffered under tyranny and injustice. He would try to build her a better world that was kinder and less chaotic – at least, he hoped. Caroline rubbed circles over his back when he hugged her tightly and sighed softly, "As she grows older, she might resent me for leaving."
"I will be here to remind her that you love her more than anything" Caroline reassured him to lighten his mental worries over their daughter because there would never be a day when she wouldn't mention him. She would often close the door to her childhood home and reassure her siblings he would return soon when he left town. Now, many years later, she would repeat the same with their daughter. Neither she nor Cora would go a day without thinking of him and she blinked back tears at their parting. The waterworks began last night when she hugged him in bed to stay close to him but her heart had to stay strong. Otherwise, she would worry him. Cracking a faint smile, she spoke dryly, "Maybe your father will actually be truthful this time."
The thought of his father treading near his property did not stir thoughts of comfort and he promised firmly, "I will return as soon as I can."
"All I seek is your safety, take the time you need" his wife spoke gently to let him handle his work patiently instead of forgetting to tie up loose ends that could yield an injury. He needed to return safe and sound to them rather than hurt. She understood his worry but his mind could not be clouded with such thoughts. He needed a boost in confidence that they would see him on his return and she nodded with promise, "We will be fine."
His wife was brave but he had known her for too long to distinguish when she was offering a strong front. It was the survivalist nature they all adapted to in the outdoors and he trusted greatly in her abilities. Cora would at least have her mother beside her and he briefly wondered how his mother dealt with his leaving him alone when she headed out into the forest to hunt. He never questioned his mother's love and he hoped Cora would be the same as she grew up. His heart and limbs were heavy at leaving them to fend for themselves and whispered sullenly, "I hate leaving you behind."
"Our new normal" she echoed gingerly to the single consequence of branching their family. Cora was worth the sacrifice because she enriched their lives with a love just as strong as the one the couple shared. They could only hope that the trip would not be longer than anticipated and before the cold swept into the land. It was time that he surveyed the nearby colonies to keep his order safe and lead Elizabeth on her first mission. Neither Caroline nor he wanted her alone on the first trip and though the smaller redhead initially declined, she accepted it out of respect. Caroline knew she could be headstrong but they would always watch over her, telling him with a quiet voice, "I'd rather you lead Eliza on her first mission so stay vigilant."
The ruminating couple was disrupted when the floorboards creaked and they turned to find Cora walking towards them. She tugged her white blanket behind her in order to join whatever her parents were doing, wondering why they left her behind. Ratonhnhaké:ton sighed under his breath since he hoped she would sleep until he was gone. It would be harder to say goodbye to his child this way and he released his wife to approach his small infant. Kneeling beside her, she stopped in her tracks and smiled sleepily at her father for being acknowledged. Her raven hair stuck out to the left side from her sleeping position but her blue eyes still shined despite the dim lighting in the hallway. He opened his arms to offer sanctuary and she followed suit with a fond smile, scuttling forward to hug him. He kissed her forehead, wishing he could stay with her, and smiled warmly, "Good morning, my little wolf."
"She's clearly taking after you with motor function" Caroline remarked at her quiet sneakiness now that she was able to walk without stumbling. There had been days when she nursed bumps from her falls when she was eager to follow them and threw herself off a chair or bed. She was a curious child that adored her father since Ratonhnhaké:ton doted on her from the moment she was born. Cora could not have a better father and his leave would undoubtedly sadden her, which made it her responsibility to soothe her aching heart.
Time was ticking away and he did not want Elizabeth to come kicking down their door for dawdling. Colonials were punctual people while he was more relaxed on time but he knew he had to leave them. He was humbled that his little one decided to follow him like she usually did but this time, she could not walk at his side. Squeezing his daughter once more, he passed her into Caroline's arms as he told her, "Be a good girl for your ista while I'm gone."
Cora noticed the sullen expressions of her parents and reflected it with her own worried gaze and pout. What was going on? Why wasn't her father willing to carry her? Her mother's comforting embrace did nothing to settle her questions and her hands reached out for his attention. Why was he talking about leaving? When he did not reach out in return, she whimpered with disappointment and her eyes grew watery instantly. She had never failed in earning his attention and she sniffled instantly with distress, "Rakeni."
"Dry your tears, I will return to you" he comforted gently and reached out to brush his thumb over her round cheek. Her little hands immediately latched onto his larger hand in an effort to keep him beside her. She did not know what her father was doing but she wanted him to stay home. Why was he leaving? Why wasn't her mother doing anything to stop it? It was still morning and she had barely woken so why would he leave so early? Her blue eyes filled with more crystalline tears when he disentangled his hand from hers but Ratonhnhaké:ton reminded her firmly, "I love you very much, Ohaserá."
She wriggled immediately in her mother's grasp to return to him and exclaimed with alarm, "No!"
Caroline tightened her hold on her distraught daughter to prevent an unexpected fall. If she placed her on the floor, she would more than likely latch onto her father's leg and never let go. She admired Cora's loyalty to them but this was one trip neither of them could attend. She was still too little to venture out of the town so they had to linger behind until it was safe. Ratonhnhaké:ton had hoped to avoid upsetting their daughter and leaving her with negative memories of their first parting. Caroline did not want him to feel guilty at all and kissed Cora's cheek, cupping the back of her head to tuck her close to her shoulder, and spoke firmly, "Rakeni needs our support so we must be strong for him, my Cora."
Cora was not satisfied with that and continued sobbing against her neck. Why couldn't she go too? She whimpered incomprehensively as she fought against her strong hold, crying for her father. Ratonhnhaké:ton could not bear to leave her in shambles but his wife would console her the sooner he left. He slung his travel pack over his right shoulder to secure it and strode forward to rub Cora's back in one last attempt to reassure her, "I will come back. I would never leave you alone here."
Her left hand reached out for his and he grasped her tiny limb to squeeze it fondly. It calmed her hiccupping crying briefly and he brushed away her tears with his other hand. This separation was not easy for any of them and Caroline kissed his left cheek to promise, "We will be waiting for you."
"If my father shows up, kick him off the property" he added in one last order to not entertain his promises and rants. His wife held more patience than he did which could be taken advantage of by manipulators. He would annihilate the entire Templar Order in the entire land if harm ever came to his family.
"I can handle your father long enough for an escape" she reassured with a confident smile since she stored her arsenal of weapons in each room. With Cora now ambulatory, she made sure they were safely locked away out of hand's reach. She would not allow anyone to breach her property but she knew the escape route from the cellar to the cove by the Aquila. Even then, the plan continued with a rendezvous point. Despite giving birth to Cora, she practiced her skills and target practice to stay sharp to protect her loved ones. She refused to be afraid in her own home and winked at her spouse to compliment, "I learned from the best."
"Caroline, I . . . please be careful" Ratonhnhaké:ton emphasized with concern lacing his voice and leaned forward to kiss his wife. He loved her and Cora more than anything in the world and silently yearned to return to an unchanged home. They would live without him for the first time ever and his apprehension was worse now than when they were courting. He would no longer be able to know what went on in their home once he walked out the door.
"Always" she vowed with a warm smile since she would hold down their fort vigilantly. She would not disappoint him when he took such great care of them. He hugged them one last time to remember them that way for the rest of his travels. His heart throbbed painfully when Cora cried out upon release and he refrained from lingering longer. Caroline caught his hesitant gaze at leaving their daughter behind and cupped his chin to lock their gazes to tell him with determination, "Travel with a calm and steady mind. We love you - always and forever."
Ratonhnhaké:ton nodded tensely at finalizing his goodbye and turned away with a heavy heart. His daughter's desperate cries to follow him were gently shushed by Caroline, who cradled their little girl close. Every step was heavier as he approached the door, leaving the love and safety of his home to venture into dangerous places. He gripped the doorknob tightly to open the door and took a deep breath to calm his thundering heart. Glancing back at his family one last time, he met their warm and watery gazes to say farewell, "Until I see you again."
Closing the door on them was the hardest thing he had ever done and thinned his lips to contain his emotions. He repeated in his mind that they would be fine and held onto that hope as he descended the steps of his home to meet Elizabeth at the lumber mill. Inside, Caroline sat down in one of the dining chairs and placed Cora on her lap to peer down at her sniffling daughter. She blubbered for her father with a desperate cry but Caroline wiped her eyes clear of tears. She empathized with Cora because her own heart broke at watching him leave alone. She pushed back own tears as she clutched Cora close to her chest and soothed, "There, there, my love. Rakeni will be back before you know it."
Cora shook her head defiantly because he left them behind and cried weakly, pointing a wobbly finger at the door, "Ista . . . rakeni . . ."
"I am here for you and we will draw strength from each other" Caroline whispered gently to calm her crying and kissed the top of her head. Cora hugged her mother for comfort now that she was only left with her for safe harbor. It would be the two of them every time Ratonhnhaké:ton left for a mission and Caroline prayed it would become easier with every farewell. Rubbing her daughter's back, Caroline peered through the closest window at the silver-lilac sky to sigh softly, "Here's hoping rakeni returns before winter arrives."
A/N: And the story reaches the 1780s now! Only three more years for the mission storyline but though the game glosses over it, there will be a lot of time spent chasing after Lee after 1782. Cora is no longer a little baby but developing quickly, tagging along behind her father at every step. She is Connor's Little Wolf to match her father and Haytham is already falling under the spell of cuteness which will make it harder for him to be on board killing his son. I feel the early 1770s were about Connor and Caroline finding who they were in the world while the late 1770s were about Connor becoming a husband and traversing his shattered bond with Haytham as a son while the 1780s will be about Connor and Haytham being fathers and ultimately, what legacy will be left for both family and each Order they lead.
Thank you for the views, alerts, and reviews from around the globe:
Mercy Medical angel: Thank you, Haytham will indeed be more of a grandfather than a father after all of his botched deceptions. You brought up a good idea about Shay since Haytham does not see much redemption in his current officers. I did plan to have the Cormac bloodline enter later in the story during the War of 1812 but I might actually shift it to introduce it sooner now.
ThyDevoutBeliever: Thank you, life has been a bit hectic since I am finishing my graduate program and switched to a new job outside the hospital setting while I finish school at the end of the year.
iHateFridays: Yes, these past chapters have been focused on the new parents which will continue as the battle of Chesapeake approaches.
EastCoast Captain: Davenport is definitely a bustling town now and even though Haytham will keep visiting his grandchild and love her, no secrets stay buried for long.
Next chapter excerpt:
Cora sat on the floor with her cozy brown wool dress pooled around her legs while she raised her favorite doll over her head. The porcelain doll from her grandfather was never far from her when she was at home and as the cold weather rolled in, it provided heat when she frolicked on the ground. Caroline spent each night cleaning the doll from her daughter's daily frolicking to increase its longevity.
She was startled when the doorknob to the front door jiggled and her large blue eyes blinked in curiosity. Usually, her mother was the only one with access to their home with a key. If not her, her grandparents. When nobody burst through the door, she grew wary and clutched the doll tightly for comfort as she called out with alarm, "Ista!"
Caroline, who was forming a round ball of dough in her hands, turned to her daughter's call. When the doorknob jiggled again, she dropped it onto the wooden cutting board and wiped her hands on her apron. Her mother's intuition didn't hesitate to reach for her shotgun, newly named Florence, off the fireplace mantle and load the weapon with bullets kept in the high cabinets. Now that Cora dug around everyone, only high places out of reach were safe. As she approached the door with a narrowed gaze, her grip tightened when the doorknob jiggled again but slackened when hearing a familiar voice, "Is nobody home?"
Caroline quickly removed the bullets from the shotgun to pocket them in her apron before pulling the door open. Before her husband could attempt to jiggle the key back into the doorknob for another attempt, she was out the door to pull him into a tight hug. After three long months, she missed the sound of his voice and gazing upon him every morning she woke. Ratonhnhaké:ton ignored the shotgun in her left hand as she clung to him and returned the tight embrace. He sorely needed a bath and nap but his wife didn't care, leading him to say, "I'm not sure if my key rusted from the rain."
"We'll order a new one" she replied easily because he was home and that mattered most. Their nights had been lonely and empty without him by their side, especially since Cora expected to be tucked in by her father. The first days had not gone over smoothly with their child at nighttime or when she woke, expecting him to be there on the other side. Caroline handled the bumps quietly like any frontier wife and mother to keep her homestead running. Still, home was not the same without him.
Cora dropped her doll at the sight of her mother hugging her father, almost disbelieving the sight. He was finally home! She had spent countless nights asking for his return but her mother never had an answer for her. Standing up hastily, she almost tripped over her own feet as she called out desperately, "Rakeni!"
Her eyes filled with tears of joy at seeing him again and sadness at the thought of him leaving again. Ratonhnhaké:ton spotted his little one scrambling in his direction, her toys abandoned carelessly behind her. Like her mother, Cora's blue eyes were already watery while she blubbered his name in vain hope for acknowledgment. Releasing his wife, he removed the travel pack from his shoulders to lay it against the front of the house. He smiled widely with pride at her speed, opening his arms, and welcomed, "Is that my little Cora?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed happily and jumped clumsily into his arms as best she could. She was still working on being steady on her feet with quick movements, earning a chide or two from her mother when bumps occurred. Ratonhnhaké:ton pulled her tightly against his chest, lifting her off the ground to carry her in his arms like he had done months ago. She was growing quickly but she would always be his little girl. Caroline chuckled with amusement at their excited daughter, who wiggled her legs happily as they dangled in the air. If he had planned to give her a Christmas gift, this was the best one possible.
Ratonhnhaké:ton was wary his daughter would be furious with him after he left but she was oblivious to it. Children really were innocent until maturity struck. Tickling her left cheek, she smiled widely to the affection and he asked softly, "Are you mad at me?"
"No!" she chirped hastily with a vehement shake of her head and hugged him around the neck. Why did he think she would be mad? She wanted him to be home forever! Mother said he had big responsibilities outside of town and she must be patient. Cora refused to be a disobedient child after the endless love her parents gave her and promised her mother to be better. For Caroline, she handled any new tantrum swiftly by drawing her attention elsewhere but Cora was a well-behaved child. She figured she took more after Ratonhnhaké:ton.
"I have never been happier to see you" he doted fondly on his precious child and kissed her forehead. She and Caroline never left his mind from the moment he left and all he thought about on the road was returning to them. Now that he was home, the tension in his body melted away and the tiredness threatened to roll in. He was in his sanctuary and his family was safe. Caroline surveyed the road behind him just in case and smiled when he told them, "As much as I would love to continue hugging you both, I do need to shower and eat."
Caroline ushered him inside the house, leaning down to lift his travel pack over her right shoulder, and grinned, "Well, get on in there. You get reacquainted with our Cora while I draw a bath."
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