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Everything suddenly came back to her mind, the pain, the blood... everything. Charles saw how the blood had drained from her face, and her knees where suddenly extremely weak. He run to her, supporting her with his arms and covering little Michael. Mr. Green stood on the doorway with a black coat and hat, a disgusting smile on his face.

-Care to introduce me to that new member of the family?

-What are you doing here?- Charles didn't let Elsie go, as he barcked at Mr. Green.

-Why being so rude Mr. Carson, I might have to complain about your behaviour.

-Go away. You don't have any right to be here.

-Oh, but I do. Two rights actually.

He took a few steps into the Hall, Charles walked backwards with Elsie and the child, Lady Mary and Lady Violet ready to jump if needed to protect Michael. Adelaide and Craig weren't very sure what was going on, but they had to protect their lady, so they would punch that Mr. Green of the egg like face if they had to or were told to. For Charles and everybody in the Hall it was just a matter of questions why he was there, but for Elsie it was remembering, going back to the same spot were he had raped her in that same house. It meant to relive in her mind every single step of that night, and the events that followed it. It meant to be aware of the scars in her body and the scars in her mind and her heart, how he had used her without her permission as if she had been some sort of object. It meant to remember that Richard and Jane weren't Charlie's children.

-Why those serious faces? As if I were a ghost.

-You are. -Elsie whispered those words with all the pain that she could master, turning her head. Michael felt the stress and the atmosphere, so he cuddle against his mum's chest.

-If I were I would be haunting you my dear, just you.

-You are a ghost. You were hanged, you are dead and buried six feet under.

-Everybody thinks that I was hanged, but it's obvious that I wasn't. I've been living as a king in Russia for a few years, someone got me out. Some people, important people, made Gillingham admit me as his valet again, and of course all the charges against me were dropped. I'm a free man and I've come to claim what is mine.

-Nothing here is yours, so go away.

-I thought you were smarter Mr. Carson. Your wife for instance, is not yours. Someone might have talked with the church, and you might be living in sin. In the eyes of justice adultery is not very nice my Elsie. And as for your children, I know they are mine, so I've come for them too.

-No they are not.- the scottish accent of Dr. Clarkson came from behind Mr. Green.

-And what would you know, you can't guess. -he turned around, obviously bothered by the doctor's appereance.

-No, that is true, bu lt dates do not lie, and when you did what you did to Mrs. Carson she was already pregnant. You could have killed them, you could have killed the three of them, thank God that I was able to save them.

-I don't believe you, she couldn't have been with any other person. And I did what husband's do to their wives, for your information.

-Ask any doctors, give them the calendars and they will tell you just what I've told you. Now, do please go, you have no bussiness here.

-I've come for my wife.

-You have no wife here, and I know it because I've heard what you have tried with the church, and it hasn't worked.

-Of course it worked! I got the papers that say that she is my wife, and she is having an affair and children with another man!

-It didn't, just go to the priest and they will tell you. The church takes very seriously the charges of rape and murder, and I have people in the high stands of the Church that can assure me that Elsie is Charles's wife. Now, get out before I call the police.

-This is not it, it's not over. I will have what is mine.

-It is. Go away.

Mr. Green looked one more time at Elsie before storming out of the Hall slamming the door. Elsie let out a whimper and buried her face on her husband's neck. She thought everything was over, that all this Mr. Green business was over, but now it was all here all over again, and she just couldn't bare it anymore.

-It's alright Elsie, what Dr. Clarkson told him will keep him away for a bit. That will give us time to think. By the way, thank you for lying to that men about Richard and Jane.

-You are welcome, but I didn't lie Mr. Carson. Your wife told me, when she discover about Michael, that before the incident you and her had spent just one night together. After you had both drank a bit more of what's recommended, and I'm a hundred percent sure that the children are yours and not Mr. Green's.

-Are you... -Elsie looked up at him with a shocked expression and hope in her shaky voice- Are you sure?

-Richard has Mr. Carson's nose and his little curl as well as his knees and ears and he will be as tall as his father, and Jane has the same shoulder complexion as Mr. Carson. I'm a hundred percent sure that that night was the responsable for those two little children.

-Then Mr. Green has nothing to do with...

-Absolutely nothing Mrs. Carson.

-Oh God. -she smiled in relief as Charles tried to shallow the fact that he was indeed the father of the twins. He was the father of three all of a sudden, and he couldn't believe it. He had two little boys and a little girl.

-Oh Lord, thank you. Thank you.- he smiled like a fool forgetting the anger of the previous moment.

-I was going to tell you soon, but I saw Mr. Green in town and at first I didn't think it was him, after all the whole village thought that he had been hanged, but I couldn't miss that limp when walking and the scar on his neck. I walked to were he was and when I saw that it was him I knew that he was here for some reason. He was sending a postcard to Russia and he mentioned something about Downton and after he sent it as urgent he left. I followed him here and when I heard that he was going to claim you and your children as his I decided that I had to say something.

-So he can't do anything to me and my children?- Elsie was feeling a bit of that weight on her shoulders beginning to lift a bit.

-Nothing at all. We could get him in jail for trying to seduce a married woman or something like that.

-That's so wonderful! -Cora came out of the Library with Robert a few steps behind her. She had the biggest smile on her face Elsie had ever seen and run to hug her even though Michael was lying in his mother's arms a bit confused but a bit less stressed -You can put it all behind you now.

-Not exactly but I can try.

-I'll make me sure that he never steps on this grounds again. Won't we Robert?

-I owe my life to you Carson as well as my wife's so you can count on it.

-Thank you so much My Lord.

-Isn't that the name Master McNally mentioned in the reunion before he died?-Adeleide was sitting on her luggage looking at Craig with her hat in her hands.

-He told you about this?- Elsie turned to look at the butler and housekeeper.

-Of course he did. He adored you, and we were like his family, we were the only ones he could talk to. There was nobody else in the house most of the time.

-But I left so many years ago, he coudln't possibly adore me anymore.

-He never stopped loving you, My Lady. Never. He never married and he never thought about betraying you, even if you were in love with the butler. He knew that you are a woman of adventure, and he knew that you wouldn't like being a housewife at all. You were his world, and he never asked anything from you, and he wouldn't have. He would have given his life so you could have married your butler, so imagine how angry he was when you told him that that man had hurt you like that. He was so angry that he even talked with the Royal Family so he could be hanged as soon as a sentece was given.

-I never thought that he still loved me.

-My Lady, you were his whole life, and he waited until he knew that you were alright after the sinking of the Titanic to die. He couldn't leave without knowing if you were dead or alive. Before he died he told us to protect you, to take care of you in his behalf, because he knew that you had suffered too much.

-He saw me buring my mother with my own bare hands, and he still loved me.- Her lip trembled as she remembered her beautiful mother.

-You buried your mother?- Charles took Michael and guided her to a chair.

-It's such a long story, and we have work to do.-she wasn't sure if this was the right place and the right people, it was such a private part of her life.

-Please, tell me. I love you, and I hate to know that there are things in your life that I don't know about. Of course you can have secrets, but you know I will never ever judge you for what happened before I even met you.

-Alright.-she took a deep breath.- As you know my father died in a an accident in the farm.

-Yes, I do know that. Awful accident with a tree.

-Yes. Well, my mother couldn't take care of the farm all by herself as well as two little girls, so she married a man that used to be a friend of my father. At first it was perfect, he was very sweet and he helped a lot, but he started drinking, and he got aggresive as time went by. He hurt my mother many times, bruising her and even breaking a few ribs and twisting her wrists, but he never touched Becky or me, not hntil I turned sixteen. It was then that he tried many times to... to sleep with me. Of course I always refused and managed to escape. Because of Becky's problem he used to bully her pschycologically by insulting her and making fun of her. Then the day before I came to Downton he was arguing with my mother, and he got really really angry so hit her with a hammer in the head. She was lying on the floor with blood pouring out of her wound, and the only thing he did was take a bottle of brandy and leave the house. I was in shock, I had been hiding in another room, watching, and I knew that he wouldn't come back for many hours or even days, so I cleaned the blood and took care of her wound. She was dying in my arms, and the only words that she said were. "I love you, be safe, be strong. I can see your father. Love Becky" and with a smile on her lips she died in my arms. Her face turned pale after a few minutes, and I saw how the light in her eyes dissapeared. She didn't close them, she just was staring at nowhere as her lips turned blue, her rosy cheeks dissapeared and her whole body became a huge block of ice. I cried, as I hadn't cried before in my life, but I dressed her with her prettiest dress, washed her face and brushed her hair before carrying her to where my father was buried. Once there I placed her gently in the floor, talking to her and crying. I knew she couldn't hear me anymore, but the pain felt less when O did it, so I dig a grave for many hours without a shovel and since I had no box, I actually didn't have a thing, I managed to build one with some good from the farm and I buried her with my own hands next to my father. She had never looked so beautiful in her life, with a light pink dress on her and a white bow at the end of her braid. It used to be the look my father always liked. I went back to the house, packed Becky's things, mum's things and my own, and took my sister to a friend of my mum's. She promised to take care of her, and that she wouldn never let my stepfather come near her, then I went to Joe and told him that I wasn't going to marry him, I took my things and mt mum's and told Frank the same. Then I bought a ticket in the station and came here. From what Frank told me in his letters after I had left,he had seen me bury my mother, so he unburied her and put her in a fine coffin, a wooden one, but properly built, before digging a proper grave for her next to Da and buring her in a private ceremony. He knew that I couldn't go back, not just yet.

-Did that really... Oh God, you looked so far away that day, and so dirty. I wouldn't have approved of you at all, but your skills were so good for Mrs. Arnold. If I had known all this back then I wouldn't have treated you roughly.

-I didn't change my clothes. I did clean the blood, but that was it. I think that back then I really loved Frank, but you came along. I actually felt that you being rude and rough was making me stronger, and I was trying my best to let all my anger and pain out in my work. I think I did pretty good because you never complained about me.

-You've never had an easy life.

-Never. I just wanted love, and support, and to leave all the pain behind. You managed that Charles. In a very weird way, that is true, but you did.

-Because I love you, I've always done it, and I'm sure that if you had said yes to Frank you would have been very happy as well.

- I had to leave, you undestand.

-Of course I do. It had been all so sudden and so painful. I'm sure that it was the best thing to do.

-I want to go back one day and visit their grave. They deserve it. They really do.

Tears started falling and running down her cheeks. Resting his head against her's he wiped them away and kneeled in front of her. He could feel the pain pouring out of her, all the pain and anger that had been stored away somewhere deep in her heart.

-We will go. We will spend as much time as you want there. The children deserve to know their mum's land and to visit their grandparents. And you deserve to let them know that everything is fine, and that you are safe and strong.- She calmed down after a few minutes and took Michael in her arms, who had fallen asleep after all the previous exciment.

-I honestly didn't think that telling you this could make me feel so free.- Her eyes on her baby. The little nose, the still a bit red eyelids, really small blond eyebrows, long black eyelashes, chubby cheeks, pouty and small rosy lips, all of him covered in freckles with his hands in fists and his slight curly auburn hair a bit caotic make her feel how fragil she had been so many years ago, and how know she had three fragil little babies to protect and bring up.

-It will get better, and soon it will be just a memory. Let's try and go back to what we had before and how life was before.

-The good all days, no daddy?-she smiled at him as she heard footsteps leaving the Hall. Cora, Robert, Dr. Clarkson, Mrs. O'Callaghan and Mr. Bellamy had left and were now in the Library enjoying a good glass of Scotch.

-Suddenly I'm the father of three, and I thought that it had just been one of the best nights of my life.

-A few whiskys and a few brandys in the fair and we created two lives without knowin it.

-I thought that nothing had happened between you two before you had got married, Carson.- Lady Violet was taking Adeleide's coat in her arms from the luggage to put it in the coat rack, looking at Charles with an expectant look.

-I'm sorry My Lady, we had a lovely night that we weren't going to say or mention anything about. It was going to be just a night, a one night stand, nothing more.

-Well, it has worked in you favour Carson. I must admit that I'm rather fond of you two, and to be honest, I think I might have to teach your wife how upstairs works. She's not used to it, but I'm sure that she will learn quickly.

-You don't feel that it was inadequate and totally out of line My Lady?- The shock in Charles's face was so unusal, just as much as hearing Lady Violet say that she was fond of a servant.

-Oh Carson, of course it was, but who am I to judge when it is saving your life and your wife's as well as your children's. You are too excited, Carson, acompany me to the Drawing Room to have a cup of tea. We have so much to discuss. You too Mrs. Carson. Being an upstairs could also help you with this Mr. Green issue. Who would try to trap or imprison a Countess?-She walked gracefully to the door of the Drawing Room, Lady Mary still standing like a fool in the centre of the Hall.-Come on Mary, I'm not going to teach Mrs. Carson how to become a lady all by myself. Ask Mr. Barrow to bring a tea tray up.