Chapter Ten


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A/N: We're already up to chapter ten? Oh my goodness! That's half the story done! Congrats to my twentieth (sp?) reviewer!


Patricia was cracking under all the pressure that was on her shoulders.

Cornwallis was responsible, Tavington was an ass but he was payed for it, her husband had three other wives, she was almost murdered by him, she was working as a servant for a side she'd never thought she'd work for, and Tavington was flirting with someone else. Yet, she didn't know why this bothered her.

'Let the man have some fun,'her mind yelled at her, but she couldn't get that Midnight Hall scene out of her head.

Maybe it would've been best if she hadn't gone.

But it was too late for that. So she decided to figure out some questions she had, and she knew someone who could tell her.

Bordon.

"Umm, sir? Could I talk to you?" she asked him one day when he was in the dining hall.

He shrugged. "Sure. Can I help you with anything, ma'am?"

"No, thanks. I only need to know what you can tell me about Colonel Tavington," she said, smiling innocently.

Bordon laughed. "Nothing," he said, "I'm not allowed to tell you unless the Colonel gives his consent. Besides...why?"

She had to know. "I fight for the Crown, remember? Please sir, I need to know-"

"Fight for the Crown? No, you work for the Crown."

"Well, then," Patricia said, " I work for the Crown. But can you tell me some of the Colonel's interests? Hobbies?"

She paused. "Who Lady Cardian is?"

Bordon realized what was going on. He chuckled. "Oh, her..." he said

"Well, do you know anything about her?"

"Know anything about her? Of course I do," He shifted in his seat, "Only thing is, I'm not going to tell you."

There was only one thing to do. Patricia grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him. He was shocked, and she was embarrassed, but it had to be done. Finally, she got up.

And Bordon began to talk.

"Who is Lady Cardian?" she asked.

"Ah, Lady Cardian. She's a wealthy woman. She and Tavington have been friends since...since childhood, I think."

"What importance does she have to him?"

"He only kissed her hand, if that's what you're getting at, "said Bordon, "And he was probably drunk. However, she means a lot to him. He was writing her back when we attacked at the Wilderness Campaign. Rumor has it that she's an old girlfriend, but that's a silly rumor."

"What does he like?"

"Hmmm..let's see. Whoring, boxing, gambling, horse-racing, vodka, fox-hunting, and his job."

"Whoring and fox-hunting?"

"Yes, like every other man in this place."

Patricia stood up. "Well, I thank you for your time, Mr. Bordon, but I must be going." She took off, leaving a confused but happy Bordon sitting at the table.