CH: 7 Escape For A Little While
Robin's POV:
From that day on, I simply did mot want to see him any longer. My love for him only made me so sick and weak with the emotion that I could not control at any cost. I've to go back to the Prozium only for a short of a time until I forget this pain I had inside and return to my work and foresight I had by the reading the minds of other people. Strangely enough, DuPont wanted me at his side at the council meetings that were long and boring but I could not complain at all.
Now, as I was seating at his left side, I listened to the meeting and I had been dressed for the occasion being in my midnight blue velvet robes. The hood of my cape has been up hiding my long ash-blond hair and kept my face in a shadow from others presented in the room during the meeting.
But, with this new position came a much greater risk of being constantly watched by either council members or the Clerics. I could read the minds to know what they were actually thinking, but my mind was to pre-occupy with the thoughts of Preston. I needed to get out from a city for a few hours or I would go mad.
Partridge's POV:
"I have heard that you closed the door into his face. Bold move."
"I am risking too much, I need to get out from a city for a while."
"I'll take you with me."
"That would be too risky, and the guards would suspect thing."
"They do not need to know at all, I am Cleric and they can not go against the Grammation Cleric." Partridge stood up from the couch." Come, let's go."
The white car was already waiting as we descended down the stairs and out from a building. Robin was unsure should she come or not but she needed to get out from a city for a while.
Robin's POV:
I did not know of it was a good idea or not. Partridge was the Grammaton Cleric and I was safe with him, but I was not sure if this was going to work. He glanced at me as we neared the guard's station.
"You will do fine," he told me.
"I am ready," I replied back to him and took a deep breath to take my role.
The guard stopped the car and Cleric rolled the window down.
"Identification, please." The flashlight came into his face and Partridge remained quiet and passive." All good, sir."
Then his eyes fell on me. He was getting suspicious of me for some reason. The cover was being blown and I was not being let go at all.
"Wait " the guard said. " I've not recognized you at all, Acolyte."
"That is it all right, you are just doing your job." I told him.
"All right, all clear, you can go on," Partridge nodded and we were free to go.
They had let us pass and once outside I could relax completely and take off my blank expression away.
"Well that makes me a quite wanting target." Partridge smiled back.
"One thing I know for sure that a beautiful Acolyte and Cleric would raise the eyebrows at anyone who would see us alone."
"Oh, quiet you, I do believe you are already taken and that Mary and you are quite item."
"I sometimes wanted the same thing to happen between Preston and you."
I did not comment at this for a long moment and when I had finally said I told him:
"He is only too insensitive."
Robin's Dream:
All the gardens of were illuminated tonight in honor of the Cleric's visit. Fires burned in a deep ditch that encircled the grooves and lakes and beds of shrubbery. Candles in thousands of little pots threw a flickering light on the trees, making them glow pale green and luminous. It was fairytale scene, eerie and magical.
Through it all walked Preston, in his entire splendor, so fair, so noble in his features and his carriage. He came to me and I sat on a carved stone bench beside the lake.
The air was warm for March, and perfumed with the scents of lavender and jasmine from blossoming plants brought from the green house. Reflected firelight sparkled on the surface of the lake, and shone from his dark eyes.
He sat beside me and took me in his arms. I thought, I have never known such complete and perfect happiness. For an hour and more we sat there, no one near us, wrapped in each other's arms, while the lights played across the trees and buildings, gradually dimming as the stars brightened and the moon rose.
