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I hope you haven't forgot me and my little story. This one is my last Chapter.

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Chapter 7

Because the treehouse was so far away, the explorers spent the night in a local cave. Challenger had earlier prepared the cave when he and Marguerite and Veronica were preparing for a rescue of Roxton, Richard and Charlotte. He had placed inside the cave food, water, blankets and medicines in case somebody got hurt. As soon as they settled in the cave the first thing to do was to tend Malone´s wound. Veronica sat with her back to the wall of the cave and as she held her lovers head in her lap. Challenger examined the man´s thigh.
"You´re a very lucky man. The arrow went just into the muscle."
"Just?"- cried Malone
"Yes, just. It could have hit a vein or a bone, or..."
"Ok. Ok. I understand. Don´t continue or Ill faint and it wouldn´t be so heroic of me."
"We should spare anodyne " laughed veronica.
"Why? Is there any?"
"Maybe" smiled the girl. She raised her eyes, and seeing the professor looking elsewhere, planted a soft kiss on his lips.
"Whoa. I don´t like sparing..."- he added silently

At this time Richard tried to wake up Charlotte. The girl still wasn´t conscious. She probably fainted from the shock, he thought. Gently, he laid her down and spread a blanket over her little shivering body, than sat beside her.

At the entrance of the cave, Roxton and Marguerite stood guard.
"Poor girl. She had to withstand a lot..."- breathed the woman.
"Well, well Marguerite, motherly instincts?" joked the man.
Marguerite frowned, than answered:
"Don´t be ridiculous Lord Roxton. I´m only jealous of her. I missed a crown again."
"You won´t be satisfied with less?" He stepped closer.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing extraordinary. Just a little word before someone´s name. It´s start with a L and continues with..."
"How is your arm John! I saw you got hurt again" she suddenly changed the topic and started to examine his arm " It´s bleeding."
"It´s nothing. So my question was, that..."
"Take off your shirt!"
"Excuse me?"
"Take off your shirt! I can´t see your wound through it."
"If this is what your heart desires..." he sighed and obeyed.
Marguerite got a piece of wet cloth and started to work. The wound wasn´t serious, just a scratch but she didn´t want to speak seriously with the hunter. Not yet.
Maybe never.
The man watched the dark haired beauty working bewitched. He could swear he saw a little bit of confusion in her eyes only a moment before. Confusion? In Marguerite Krux´s eyes? The two things just couldn´t match. But why had he asked her? No, he knew why. He was totally aware that behind their little arguments stood no pride, selfishness or the desire of possession, but caring, self-sacrifice and ... and love. He knew it for long time now. For how long? He didn't know, but he felt it as it was there always. He was mad, that every time he tried to tell her, something disturbed them. Now it was because of Marguerite herself. But why? He didn´t want to push her so he stopped. He just had to wait for the perfect time. And patience is the best virtue of a hunter...
Marguertite´s thoughts were also not about the wound. The man of her dreams´s just tried to give her everything he had, but she stopped him. She was afraid. But she didn´t know if she was afraid of the fact, that he wanted her or the possibility of her answer. Oh hell! What had happened to her. Not so long ago, she could have simply said yes, and got everything she ever wanted. But now she couldn´t stop thinking about the problems. Her past, his noble family, the London society, and most of all she wasn´t sure she would be good enough for him. She could speak languages, aim precisely, swim, spy, lie, argue, get on everyone´s nerves... Well it´s not the description of a perfect lady. And Lord John Richard Roxton can´t bound his life but to a perfect lady, one who can have friendly chats at teatime, smile at balls and...and give birth to many heirs. She can´t do all that, and she didn't want to disappointment him.
But as she looked up at him, she could see in his very pure soul through his eyes. They held each others stare for a moment when an invisible force started to pull them closer... and closer...
"Don´t!"
"What was that?" they jumped up, and ran into the cave.
On the floor lied Charlotte sobbing. Richard just sat next to her helplessly.
"It was just a dream" He told them.
"To tell the truth" said the girl with teary eyes as she somewhat calmed down "the parties in London are not like this"
"You must take pleasure in variety!"- added Marguerite.
"It sure wasn´t an uneventful ceremony." Smiled Roxton, as they sat next to the fire with the others. " But I have a queston..."
"What did Richard say in the ceremony that made the king so furious?" asked Malone.
"Oh, the bloody journalist!" Laughed the lord.
"Well? Marguerite?" asked Veronica
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"I´m very interested in it. You know I shouted it quite loud..." answered Richard.
"If you are so curious... The time passed quickly and the priest held not the
average, but a special ceremony for the Snyssa." She stopped, looking around. "so when the priest described the bride, I made Richard tell a lie."
"About what?"- asked Charlotte
" Well, about... about the virtue of the bride."
There was dead silence. Charlotte and Richard turned red. Challenger pretended to cough. Veronica smiled. Ned grinned. Margierite roamed her eyes over all of them, and Roxton ... laughed loudly.
" Marguerite! You did it again!"

The end

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