Wow… This is weird, writing again. Anyways I'm sorry if there are some inconsistencies I might not remember every detail. Sorry.
Previously: "Oh…" He turned quickly in the other direction and headed to the armory.
I started to trot to keep up the unsteadiness of my gait forcing me back a few steps.
"Really, that's it, after you tried to not let me go, made it seem absurd, it's just an okay?"
He didn't even stop and turn to tell me, "Basically."
"Are you sure, no ulterior motivations, or creepy people trying to bribe you, nothing?"
"I'm telling you Bella, nothing at all, I figure if you really want to do this, you will find a way to do it and no matter what I say from here on out will change it. So are you going to stand there all day", I hadn't even noticed I had stopped moving, "trying to get me to stop you or are you going to come on and get outfitted?"
I quickly ran past him and into the armory without a second glance.
The gauntlets are my least favorite part. The other's of the armor I can deal with. It's just the gauntlets. I don't even know what it is about them. Their just annoying. The whole set is excruciatingly obnoxious but I guess necessary if I actually want to survive three minutes.
I had gotten a new maid, Vivian who actually doesn't speak French, but I can understand her oddly enough. She had helped me through the last few days with the dressing and undressing of the metal suit, and other necessities of getting ready for war. The cruel reality was setting in that I just forced myself upon the army to kill people.
I suppose I would be willing to kill someone if for a cause, but all I can think of right now is how much I really want to get revenge on my parents. I mean, how dare they sell me off, tarnish my good name, and betray me, all within a few months. This is just not what I want.
Over the last few days I have attended the war council meetings and saying my part. I've been having the dream with the dragon and my secret garden again, and yet I still haven't seen his face, still haven't figured out the mystery that is my gallant knight. Even if I haven't seen his face, there are still alterations, as in the fact that now I'm not wearing my gorgeous green dress. I'm wearing breeches and a baggy burlap shirt. With holes cut in the sides for sleeves and a hat with my hair rolled so I look somewhat like a man. I don't know if this has anything to do with anything, but it is disturbing.
The last few weeks before me have to ride crawl by slowly and painstakingly. The few conversations between my husband and I are brief and always about war. But soon enough, the day was here.
"Muster!" The masters of the yards were yelling for the apprentices and soldiers and anyone going to war to join us at the common area, near the archery range.
Quickly I gathered my supplies and jumped onto Evangeline. I arrived later than most of the other soldiers, but they had been lingering in the yard for just this purpose.
I saw Edward near the front and I rode quickly up.
"What are you planning on doing? Frontal charge? Or do you have another tactic?" I quickly asked, once I arrived. He slowly turned his head scanning along the mass of moving soldiers.
"I'm going to send someone to infiltrate their lines first. Start a word of doubt amongst their men and make them believe that we are coming from the sides. Let them believe that we are stronger than we are so that they will leave the front an open target with very little men left to guard."
I looked at him. Who in the world could he trust enough to send behind enemy lines, with the risk of exposure?
"Who will you send?"
He stared blankly in front of him for several moments until he turned towards me and answered, "Jasper Whitlock. At least that's who I wanted to send. I haven't seen him since his bloody trip to France."
I quickly thought back and remembered that that was who Alice had met and thought was her soul mate. "Well, if I could get in touch with my cousin Alice, you might be able to get your man back in time. If not, well, then you could perhaps send someone else…"
What the hell am I doing?
"Like who?"
No, no, no, no, no, stop right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Like me."
I told you not to! You idiot, why did you do that?
"Are you insane, Bella?!"
I thought quickly and then decided, it was out there, might as well continue towards it.
"I probably am, most likely. But it would be perfect. Of all people they would expect a gentlemen of high standing to spread the word, mayhap even a lady. But a lady dressed like a farm boy with a horse, back on his way from seeing the royalties. That might get a rise out of some of them. To get them to believe that it actually is a possibility that I am not lying."
He's never going to fall for this…
"Absolutely not."
"Why is it just that I'm a lady, or because I'm royalty?"
"It's because… well, because… ummm."
"Do you have a point to keep me or are you just trying to find a way to make sure that I don't get to do anything, backing out of your promise to let me fight before?"
He looked shocked at that idea, but also rather ashamed. He glanced down, then looked back up with a completely determined look.
"You will dress like any common boy. You will not speak English at all costs. No matter what, blow off the mission if it will keep you safe. Do whatever you need to survive, and most of all, do not get caught."
I'm going on a mission, I'm going on a mission. I chanted in my head like a mantra.
"Okay, I'll get me stuff right now."
As I trotted off, I could've sworn he said that he thought I would turn it down on any real chance of getting the permission to go.
Well, not my longest but it passed 1,000, so it will work for now… Well have fun!