A/N: Okay, guys, I'm sorry - this took me real long. Somehow I got stuck with this story, and lots of theories rushed through my mind since then. Here is the result, not half as funny as the last chapter, but maybe a little more Lady Van Tassel-like.

The Head

Chapter 6 – After Breakfast

Lady Van Tassel opened her beautiful eyes to tear herself away from a nightmare. She had dreamt about the Hessian kissing Katrina which was unlikely to be tolerated by her. When the light met her eyes, the rough reality about her dream hit her hard.

Some time passed in which she looked around in her grey room. Then, the feet of the small and too thin servant girl climbed the stairs.

"Good Morning," she said while opening the door, "isn't this a beautiful day?"

The Lady glared at her and frowned again. Enthusiasm was one of the things she didn't like at all, left alone early in the morning. This was not going to be a beautiful day.

"Indeed," she sang awfully pretended, "I feel like eating in my bed. Would you be so nice and bring me my breakfast?"

The servant girl nodded and quickly rushed through the door. The Lady reaped the blanket around her body and eyed her canopy bed which was in warm bordeaux colours just the way she loved it. It had some majestic, huge forms in it and she thought it to be her best furniture. 'Well, maybe the best thing I own is the Hessian,' she said to herself, 'but none of my things will leave me like he did.'

Though he hadn't left her in the literally way, mentally he crossed some oceans. The Lady had the feeling he would still be able to come back to her, on the other hand she'd like to punish him for his betrayal. 'The day is long enough,' her mind ticked on, 'maybe the day will turn out worth to be enjoyed.'

After her breakfast in bed she was certain of her plans. Some noises from the street made her desperate for quite a while. 'Why is there so much going on in Sleepy Hollow? What is there I don't know about?' Her dress was quickly placed on her body and she couldn't wait to have finished combing her hair. A strange excitement grabbed her and after twenty minutes of her morning toilette, she went downstairs – as fast as she could, and as slow as an inconspicuous behaviour wanted her to. The servant girl stared at her.

"What is it?", she asked impatient, not sure why an unimportant sevant girl had the power of getting her attention in such a moment.

"It's just…"

"Tell me!" The Lady's voice was adamant.

"You shouldn't go outside, Lady, it's stormy today."

"What a lie," the Lady winked, "I have no time for this." She forgot about the rules of behaviour and crossed the big hall to go outside.

There, a cluster of people stood around somebody who was speaking loudly. It was the voice of a man, a very familiar voice – 'Ichabod!', the Lady's mind hissed, 'no, it can't be, why the –'

"And then I finally took on Ichabod's head, the pain was huge. I felt like death would take me." Some people gave some "aaah," and "oooh," comments. "I was forced by her to pretend to be Ichabod, and she still wants me to kill Katrina," his voice grew louder.

The Lady shivered. She turned around immediately, her heart beating fast. Her breath was unlikely to calm down in the next moments. So far, nobody had seen her, but this could change within an instant. She hied back into the house.

The shocked expression of her servant girl's face welcomed her.

"Lock the door, we have to leave," she ordered and went down into the basement. The servant girl obayed and returned. "We're not save anymore," she called, "this is why we'll go to a safer place."

"Where are we going?"

"The mill," the Lady answered and grabbed some trunks. "I thought about this for a long time, and here are some trunks I prepared. I knew something likely would come some day, and here it is." Her voice cracked remarkably often. The servant girl took two trunks and went back upstairs, followed by the Lady carrying two other trunks.

"We leave through the back door," she instructed her, "and we'll take the horses. No one should see us there."

"With the trunks?", the servant girl's face pulled itself into a questiontag.

"Yes," now the Lady's voice sounded annoyed. "Trust me, I'm the Lady, I've figured that out, too."