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Chapter 2: Lost and Found…Taylor…
"Come on, Burlin," I urged my chestnut into a trot. "We need to get you back to the manor. Its-" But I was cut off with a short scream.
"Ahhh!" went the voice. Then silence. I pulled my horse to a stop and listened closely.
Not a sound. Except-wait! What was that? A soft laugh? Without wasting another second, I spurred Burlin into a gallop in the direction of the scream.
After about five minutes of hard riding I reached a spot in the road where the grass grew thick. By the meager light of the stars (the moon was waning) I made out a...body!
"Bloody hell!" I whispered. I could make out skirts. "They stabbed her!"
I rushed over to the body, without pausing to think, I flicked my dagger from my boot and slit her dress down her my back, making sure not to cut through her corset. This down, I gently eased the knife out of her back and threw it into her grass. I heard a clink, but ignored it, too intent on my patient. The blade had sunken in under her left shoulder. I hoped it hadn't pierced her heart or vital organs. Carefully I lifted her off the ground and lifted her to Burlin. Now came the dilemma of getting on the horse with an extra body.
Draping her over Burlin's neck, unceremoniously I pulled myself into the saddle. Then I settled her limp body on my chest, grabbed the reins and headed off into the night.
I just hoped she wouldn't die on me.
"William! Come on dammit!" I yelled as I waited for the doorman to open the door to my home. I had the stabbed girl in my arms again.
The door opened a crack, then all the way to reveal a very sleepy looking doorman in a pink flannel robe. It would have been extremely hilarious (Eric and I loved to laugh at good old William) if the situation hadn't been so serious and life threatening.
Willie took one glance at the girl and me; both covered in her blood and turned as pale as death.
I pushed past him, into the welcoming chamber and set her gently on the marble floor.
How can this be happening? I thought. I was too in shock to make much sense.
Just then, Eric in his gray silk pajamas zoomed down the banister on the majestic staircase in his true family style and landed gracefully. "Whew!" he said, bent over from laughing. "Hey Tay, pulling an all-nighter?" said my cousin.
He took one look at the horrified and confused look on my face and followed my eyes to the injured girl. Immediately, he yelled, "Rosy! Come quick!" and rushed toward the body.
Even in my trance I had to admire my cousin's quick logic. He will make a good king, just like his father King Char.
Just then, Rosy the cook (who was also a fairy) skidded in from the hall closely followed by parents, Sir Jon and Lady Dina. Meanwhile, Eric was checking the girl's pulse. "She's not breathing, but wait...she lives!" he exclaimed.
This brought me to the present and I assisted my father and Eric in carrying her up the stairs into the guest room. (Though three grown men weren't needed to carry her she was so light.) When we had her settled on the four-poster bed, Rosy shooed us three out of the room. Mother took over dressing her in a white shift so Rosie could go collect her medicine bag. I only knew this because I was hovering concernedly outside her room.
Once Rosie had worked some small faerie magic to stitch the wound and had put the girl to sleep, she and mother quietly exited the room.
Only then did I go to my chambers.
I lay in bed thinking about the girl I had rescued for awhile. Finally I sunk into an uneasy sleep, filled with unpleasant dreams...
' Someone screamed and I stabbed the air with a bloody knife. I fell over and clinked into something.'
Even in sleep I couldn't wipe away the feeling that the girl still wasn't safe.
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