Part VI
(Chapters XI & XII)
(Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Jane Austen or any republication of her works. I only wish to express an idea inspired by her novel Pride and Prejudice.)
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Chapter Eleven
(Weeping)
November had passed quickly, December even more so. It was now the middle of January and Dodgewood castle and its neighboring village were captured by the fierce hold of winter. Though the castle still held life, it had been reverted to a quieter, more melancholy life than that of the summer months. Its master had been away for two months and its mistress… was getting more anxious with each passing day.
Mary looked towards the horizon viewed from the drawing room window. Daniela was studiously working on her history lesson and the quiet had given time for Mary to think. Edward's letters had been coming more and more infrequently and their contents were more and more abrupt. Each still had the same sentiments of unshakeable love and passion, but it was as if Edward's thoughts were away from her somehow. This was, of course, understandable, considering his location and his mission. She could only pray that he was alright. It was a terribly chilling thought to realize that his posts were received weeks after he had sent them. So in reality, he could be in harm's way and she would have no knowledge of it.
Mary sighed and looked down at Daniela's bent head. Smiling, she kissed the girl's ebony curls. Daniela looked up in question and smiled at her mother. Mary told the child to take a much deserved break and find Ephraim to play some diverting games. Daniela smiled and left the drawing room. Mary turned back to the view outside the windowpane. It was everything she could do to not break down and cry. If it had not been for the staff and Daniela… she would possibly already have done so.
The weather outside the castle walls reflected her emotional condition. The winds were howling in an angry roar that echoed throughout the castle and shook the very pane Mary was peering through. The sky was filled with dark ferocious clouds, casting a bleak light over the countryside… leaving the once vibrant estate looking drab. The snow flurried about and blurred the already depressing sight, while the already fallen snow continued to mount into higher amounts of the suffocating product of winter. Feeling her resolve shake, Mary allowed a tear to fall down her cheek and moved away from the window.
The young woman moved quickly to the nearby pianoforte and began playing a new piece. This piece was not a melancholy composition, as what might be expected. No, the currently played piece was one she had been working on since her return from London. It was filled with both sweet and passionate melodies and reminded her why she was holding on to fortitude. Mary had even titled this specific composition. The day she had finally finished writing the last note down, she had softly smiled and named it Remembrance. For in the notes she would find her memories of Edward and their love.
Mary let her thoughts travel to her second most anticipated moment, her marriage to Edward. She had been flummoxed by the amount of details her sisters' had to attend to during their engagements. With her own, she found the arrangements much easier to manage. This was quite possibly due to the lack of her mother's involvement. She had decided that she wanted her wedding to take place in the castle's very own chapel. It would require more money and a special license (for the chapel had not seen a vicar for some time…) but it seemed perfect to be wed where their love had blossomed. Dodgewood was to be their true home after all.
She wanted a simple, private, ceremony. However, she knew that with Edward's status… it might prove impossible. She had smiled as she thought up the guest list. First and foremost, she had included her family, her parents (of course), Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam (undoubtedly), Jane and Charles, Kitty and the Colonel, her aunts and uncles, Georgiana… and unfortunately she felt obligated to invite Mr. and Mrs. Hurst and Caroline. Truthfully, this was all she felt truly needed for her bridal party; however, she knew there would be others she would feel need to add. For instance, there was Mr. Collins and Charlotte… although Mary could do without a tedious night with Mr. Collins. A mischievous thought popped into Mary's mind, she mentally added to send Bianca Ives and the Countess and invitation. She highly doubted they would have the audacity to show and even if they chose to do so… it would only serve the purpose of showing that Edward only had one woman in mind for him (and it certainly was not Bianca Ives).
Mary sighed as she began another piece of her own and continued to think of her wedding. There were then the guests Edward would wish to invite. Mr. Forrester was a likely candidate. There was of course, his father's sister and Lady Anna, his cousin who was married to a school friend from Oxford. With a smile, she thought of the guests that required no invitation. Mrs. Garwood and Rodger were so endearing in their adoration of one another. Ms. Hollander would be expressly pleased to show off her culinary skills for the wedding feast. The boys, Ephraim and William were excited with the task Mary had assigned them for the celebration. She put them in charge of handling the guests' seating. Of course, they had never been given such an important duty before. She had laughed at their exuberance and was surprised at how William had become much more animated than usual within her presence.
Mary hoped her wedding would be in the spring. Although she wished for a simple ceremony without much extravagance, she did wish for the wild flowers of spring to be present for her special day. She smiled as she thought of the dress she had chosen to be wed in. It had taken four hours of discussion with the seamstress for Mary's satisfaction on the garment's design. It then took another four hours of measurements before the seamstress was satisfied to leave. The dress had arrived earlier that week and Mary knew the torture of the measuring was well worth it. She could not wait for Edward's reaction to the dress.
The dress was, of course, a white gossamer fabric laid over mint green body of satin. The sleeves extended to her elbow, where they were edged in the same mint colored lace. The neckline was square-cut and the bodice was simple, her waistline accentuated by a thick ribbon of a darker green. The hem of her dress was stitched in the same lace as that of her sleeves. Mary was deeply pleased with the result and had thanked the seamstress exuberantly. She had felt a little nervous calling for a new dress to be made as the money paying for it was Edward's… but when she had written of her concerns, the nobleman had informed her that he had made it to where she could access any funds she may have need of. He was a duke after all, and she was to be Duchess, therefore she had every right to the money that would be theirs to share. Mary had been perturbed by his nonchalance, but in the end conceded to his decision.
They would have to be married by the village clergyman and Mary had already seen to his willingness. The current minister, Mr. Albright, was an amiable man and had been kind since Mary had become a member of his parish. He also had known Edward since he was a very young lad. All the plans were settled accordingly, except for the fact that only the household and a minute amount of the nearby villagers knew of the anticipated ceremony. Mary was still unsure on how to broach the subject to her family. She especially could not inform her family of her marriage to a man who was not currently in the country. Mary gave a last beleaguered sigh and left the drawing room to find Mrs. Garwood and Ms. Hollander for tea. She would need their bright supportive company to bolster her spirits once again.
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Edward swore under his breath as the snow mixed rain poured over head. The past few months had been abysmal with only Mary's last letters and John's company keeping him sane. They were finally in the territory that Captain Whittaker was last rumored to have been in; yet there seemed to be little to no luck in finding viable information. The locals were superstitious and untrusting, except for a merry few. The tribes of friendly gypsies were far and between… and the weather was starting to grate on his last nerve. Taking a deep breath, he thought about a lovely pair of green eyes, a mischievous smile on full lips, and long chestnut hair he could let his fingers get lost in. The mental image both eased and tormented him.
Looking ahead on their treacherous trail in the dark, storm beleaguered, wilderness of Wallachia, Edward saw the lights of what looked like a rather large village. Giving a sigh of thanks to the heavens, he turned back towards John.
"I see lights up ahead."
John looked up the path and nodded with a grim face, "It looks ter be a village, mate. Let us 'ope it to be a friendly one."
Edward grinned, "That last one was not so bad, Foster. The women certainly took a shine to you."
John grinned, "So they did, but their men did not."
Edward chuckled as he thought of their last stay in a village. The village had had a small but comfortable inn. Edward had immediately sought rest in a hot bath and clean bed. John, however, had wished for some entertainment. He had caught the eyes of the local women immediately, for he was a handsome foreigner. He carried on and had an amiable time… that is, until the fiancée of one such lady became a tad jealous of Foster's ease with his woman. So, it was then that words were said, threats ensued, and fists brought to play. The inn keeper immediately tossed the jealous fiancée out, who fortunately was much in his cups and could not put up an effective fuss. John was then told to pack it in or leave the inn. Being the intelligent fellow he was, he left for his room… with a lovely red headed woman on his arm.
"You do know that you were lucky to have survived that incident?" Edward asked nonchalantly.
John grinned, "Why is that?"
"If you had woken me from my wonderful dream, to come and rescue you from a throng of violent villagers… I would have murdered you myself." Edward answered calmly.
John chuckled, "Let me ask. Wot was it that was so wonderful about this dream?"
"Ah, some dreams are meant to be private, mate," Edward grinned. "Besides, if I were to express that certain dream… I possibly might not make it alive to see it enacted."
"Understood…"
The pair had finally reached the outer limits of the village and looked around. There were few men about and they had seemed tolerably friendly. They were directed to an inn that was surprisingly well kept for the rural area. However, despite the storm, Edward could see that the village's location (by a nearby river and all the main roads), it was a trading village. Thankfully, it seemed that the few villages John and he had found respite it were not loyal to the Ottomans, nor did they seem to bear ill will to the travelers… other than that one incident.
The men took in a breath of the warm dry air in the tavern and Edward quickly made boarding arrangements with the innkeeper. This time both men were content to have a hot meal sent up to their rooms, after a hot bath and freshly washed clothes. They had spent the months 'roughing it', sleeping mostly in tents, in shifts, and bearing the harshest of weather and terrain. So it was a treat to find rest in peaceful villages, such as the current one.
Edward sighed as he settled down in the hot basin of water. His muscles were sore from the rigorous travel and his skin was covered in a layer of dirt. Before he had settled in the much anticipated bath, he rid his hair of the rain and muck. Now, he was free to enjoy the heated water while his hair dried by the nearby firelight. Immediately, his tired mind drifted to thoughts of home and then reached for the belongings on the small table by his bath.
His fingers clutched a silver oval that might be mistaken for a pocket watch, but hidden behind its silver cover, was what made this ornament his most prized possession. The present sent to him in celebration of his birthday, and that of the savior, held the portrait of his beautiful fiancée and a braid of her hair within its confines. He smiled as he looked upon the very good likeness and gently touched the braid of hair. He had grinned when he noticed that the third part of the braid was from the head of Daniela. The day he had received the locket, he had been astounded by Mary's craftiness. She had gotten the perfect gift for him. He only wished he could have been at home to receive it.
Sighing, he clicked it shut and set it back onto the table. John and he would have to travel the more dangerous paths. It was time they started question the tribes of gypsies in the surrounding area. Edward felt he was close but it was a tricky situation, he could always lose his neck if he questioned the wrong group. Luckily, the tribes' leaders he had run across had known enough of the languages he knew to communicate effectively. However, only the last knew of a tribe holding an Englishman hostage and even then all they could give was a direction in which the tribe had gone. This information had led them to this village for the night. He could question some of the locals as he bartered for supplies.
Edward stood from the bath and scratched an itch on his flat stomach. He grabbed the toweling beside the tub and quickly rubbed down and carefully stepped out of the tub. He wrapped the cloth around his waist and moved to the small vanity mirror. He tilted his chin speculatively and inspected the growing of beard on his face. Taking out his shaving kit, he made quick work of the two day growth. When that was said and done, he moved to dress in freshly washed clothes and rang for his meal.
It was during his meal, he decided to take out the last letter from Mary he'd been able to receive. He had left it sealed, wishing to savor the reading of it. It had stayed in his pocket for nigh on three weeks now. It was possibly the best time to read it. This had been the first true moment of privacy he had had for days. With a sigh, he gently unsealed the letter and breathed in the scent of home that still seemed to linger on the page. He felt his heart grow full as he saw the familiar elegant script of his beloved.
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My Beloved Edward,
It has been far too long without you… and it seems foolish of me to think this after only a passing month. Still, a day is too long to go without the warm embrace of your arms. It is a hard burden I bear… to go on whilst you endanger yourself in unknown terrain. I have such terrible nightmares of losing you, of not being able to answer your cries of distress, and other various ordeals. However, I also have dreams of a bright and happy future and warm and passionate nights.
As you know, my love, I am yet an innocent. However, you will also attest to the fact that I am not naïve. I have had four married sisters before me and Elizabeth was most especially willing to inform me of the marriage bed… and I will admit to having read some rather scandalous literature (you also know that I am a curious woman… I never pretended to be a saint!). I will say that the last letter I received caused me such high color that Mrs. Garwood insisted on calling the doctor. She feared I had caught the fever spreading in the village. I will also say that last letter left me with the most arousing dreams.
As to our agreement, I shudder at the thought of this reaching another's hands. However, I feel the need to express it as well as uphold my end of our bargain.
I spent just last night in the throes of a dream's passion. In my dream, I was soaking in the tub. It was sunset, the red sky giving the bathing chamber a warm glow… in addition to the lamps adding additional light. My eyes were closed and I had my feet propped against the mouth of the tub, so that my calves were exposed to the cooler air of the bathing chamber. There was steam and a thin layer of bubbles from the bathing potion I do love. The thick scent of lavender and honey filled the air and I felt a caress from my ankle to the inside of my knee. I opened my eyes to find you standing there beside my bath, dressed in an open shirt and your favorite breeches.
You said nothing, but those familiar pools of sapphire were darkened with a need that began to echo within me… causing curious warmth to circulate within my body until it reached and pulsed at the very core of me. You reached for the soaped cloth near the basin and moved to stand behind me. I leaned forward, my arms coming to wrap around my knees as I lowered my legs into the warm water. I felt the coarse fabric caress over my back and shoulders, the backs of my arms, and then my hands. You're lips tasted the back of my ear and my breath hitched as your hands began to travel to the front of me, one holding the cloth… the other just questing to feel.
I sank back against the basin and gasped as your touch found my breasts. My body blushed as the nipples pebbled. You took your free hand and seemingly felt the weight of one orb as your thumb brushed against the aching tip. I let out a gasp that seemed to echo throughout the chamber and you moved to capture my lips with your own.
You gave up the pretense of bathing me, and the cloth fell in the water. One hand continued to torment my breasts, whilst the other began to caress downward. Your fingertips drew patterns over the skin of my stomach and circled around the minute hollow. Your shirt was soaked clear to your elbow and still you continued. Your mouth left mine to make nipping kisses over my jaw and neck. I moaned out your name…
Unfortunately for you, my love, that is where my dream was interrupted by the scream of the storm outside. It has been a terrible few days for weather; wind shaking the window panes and all those lost to bear it outside, snow and rain pelting down upon the earth, and frigid temperatures. I know that this letter will probably leave you frustrated, believe me… I was just as curious to find out what would happen next in my dream.
I love you, Edward. As I said before, I miss you most terribly. I wish you would have let me travel alongside you. It is only Daniela's presence that reminds me why I am here without you. If it had not been for her need of a guardian, I would have been more insistent about accompanying you.
As for news of home, things have been well aside from the entire castle missing its master. Mrs. Garwood and Rodger have decided to marry! Is that not exciting news? They, however, wished to wait until you returned to us. I told them that was a foolish idea; however, they insisted on the wait.
Daniela is learning her lessons with her usual exceptional intelligence. She is mastering the pianoforte with remarkable speed (and again, I should not have been surprised). Her English is impeccable. Why, two days ago, she asked if I would teach her French! She is such a bright child, our daughter. I know you are as proud of her as I am.
Ms. Hollander has insisted on calling me 'Lady Dodgewood'. She does it to tease me… I keep on insisting not to call me that until I am the lady of Dodgewood. However, she is not to be swayed. You know well, I do not have an aversion to the title… However, it just does not seem right until I am properly the owner of the title.
That is the extent of our news. Riveting, is it not?
Remember, love, you promised to dream of me. Keep my dreams near to your heart, as I do yours. Stay safe and I pray you have good fortune.
Yours Eternal,
Miss Mary Bennet (soon to be Lady Maria Eckhart of Dodgewood)
P.S. I thought you might like seeing your future wife's name in print…
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Edward closed his eyes as arousal coursed through him. The vivid description of Mary's dream was almost more than he could take. He should not have been surprised. She had promised to write of her dreams… and she was always honest. It nearly undid him to know that that letter would soon be his reality, if he could just make his way home. Honor, it was both curse and blessing, as it was the only thing holding him in this forsaken country. Otherwise, his focus would be on make his future wife happy… and sated.
He was not surprised by any of the news. He was perturbed by her mention of nightmares. It distressed him to know that nothing he could do would truly ease her fears. Taking out his portrait of her, he kissed the likeness and put away her letter. He finished his meal and rang for the tray to be taken away. Edward questioned the servant about his companion and was satisfied to hear that John was safely in his room… with, ahem, entertainment.
After making sure the fire was banked, Edward snuffed out the lamps within the room and settled in for the peace of sleep. Had it not been for the pleasantly tormenting visions of Mary's dream, he possibly may have found sleep sooner. However, his body betrayed him with its arousal… his dreams were plagued by visions of his love in passion's grip.
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Mary looked up from her book as she heard harsh knocking on the wood of her door. She had spent the afternoon in her room with a terrible headache. She had tried to find sleep but found it eluded her and settled in to read a favored novel. Her heart beat a little faster with worry and she moved to open the door. Behind the wooden barrier she found Mrs. Garwood standing with wide eyes and a letter clasped in her hands.
"It is from his lordship," was all the maid could say before Mary snatched the mail from her hands.
"I have not received a letter from him in so long," Mary whispered, "I was frightened."
Mrs. Garwood nodded and patted the young woman's shoulder, "I know, my dear. That is the very reason I brought the letter to your immediate attention. I had hoped to ease this gloomy disposition of yours."
Mary smiled at the woman apologetically, "I am sorry for my behavior, Mrs. Garwood. I just cannot seem to find my spirits."
"It is quite alright, Mary. We understand your unhappiness and worry. We cannot begrudge you that… for we are just as worried."
Mary nodded and moved to sit at her desk, "Thank you, Mrs. Garwood. Is Daniela alright?"
"Aye, miss. She is in the drawing room practicing her music," the maid answered with a warm smile. "She asked after you. I told her you were probably asleep after taking something for your headache. I am glad to see I did not wake you."
Mary nodded and gave a sheepish shrug of her shoulders, "Sleep would not come. Hopefully, this letter will ease some of my worry so that I can find rest."
Mrs. Garwood nodded and left the young woman alone. Quickly, Mary unsealed her letter and brought the lamp closer for light. She smiled as she viewed the familiar scrawl of her beloved duke.
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My Dearest Maria,
First off, let me assure you of my safety. John and I have at last made our way into the territory rumored to be where Capt. Whittaker was last seen. Unfortunately, we have had no success in trying to locate the man. The villagers and tribes of gypsies seem to know nothing… or are unwilling to communicate with us. I am currently staying at an inn, in some village I know not the name of. It was a mighty pleasure to have a hot bath after traveling for days in the muck. I am at peace by the firelight in my room. John, I believe, is being entertained by the village women. I hope he does not cause a disruption like I spoke of in my last letter to you.
Now, I am finally able to give an answer to your last provocative letter. I kept it sealed for the longest time, wishing to savor the last letter I would be able to receive from you. How I wish I could have stayed by your side. Your dreams are becoming my own as I continue to reread them by firelight. I cannot tell you how many times I have woken from a pleasant dream… very glad that I did not embarrass myself with John so nearby. I also cannot tell you how many times I have felt the need to ease the torment myself. However, the release is hollow when I realize how it could feel coming from you.
Now I can imagine that pretty blush upon your beautiful face. I know my words are scandalous. However, honest with you I shall always be. Besides, I very nearly blushed from the descriptions of your last dream. You cannot fault me for repaying a debt.
I love you, Maria. Sometimes, during my watch, I will look up at the stars and wonder if you too are looking up at the immense sky. It makes me feel closer to home… even though I am miles away. I yearn to kiss you and to hold you in my arms. My heart pangs with the need to watch you play the pianoforte with our daughter. My blood races with the need to claim you… the primeval desire to make you my woman and no one else's.
I hope you will not be angry with me for expressing my rather, explicit, thoughts. I simply need you to understand the very depth of my feelings for you. Whilst I yearn for you as a man does a woman, I also yearn to hear the voice of my very best friend. Your voice is the one to ease me of all my troubled thoughts. Your smile is the one that fills my world with light. It is only natural for me to express my most honest thoughts with my best friend and lover… for you are both.
I must leave this letter at once, my darling. I hear the familiar angry shout of a man angered by John. I have to make sure his head is still where I left it last. Do not worry; he is a very capable man. I cannot begrudge him his entertainment when we are near a modicum of civilization. I just wish he would learn to choose his battles and keep his choices to the unclaimed women.
I love you,
Edward
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Mary felt hot tears slide down her cheeks. Proof that he was alive and yet it was bittersweet, for this correspondence had been sent weeks ago. Despite his relaxed words, Mary could sense his uneasiness. It was visible in the tense look of his handwriting. His frustration was veiled beneath his ever present need to protect her from the dangers he was forced to deal with. She could no longer stand it. She needed to go after him. Standing, she opened the wardrobe holding her luggage and clothing. She struggled to pull out a trunk and then began frantically placing clothing and the like within it. She crossed the room to gather Edward's letters and turned back towards her trunk filled haphazardly with clothes, shoes, and various items. Unfortunately, the toe of her shoe caught an uneven board on the floor and she fell.
The letters flew to the ground in disarray. Mary's vision blurred as tears continued to fall from her green eyes. Her knees burned from the fall, as did her hands… she had used them to stop her descent. Pitifully, she moved and picked up a letter. She brushed her tears away and sat back against the trunk. It was not long before sobs continued to rack through her. Mary knew she was being foolish. She simply could not control her emotions. She felt the need to go to Edward deep in her bones. He was the man she loved, the only man she could ever love… and she needed to find him. She felt despair at her uselessness buried her face in her knees and clutched her arms around herself. It was in this position Mrs. Garwood found her ten minutes later.
"Mary," Mrs. Garwood knocked on the door before opening it, "you have guests… Mary!"
At the sound of the shout, the two guests pushed their way past the well meaning maid and into the confines of the room. There they found Mary upon the floor, clutching herself and sobbing, amidst a paper strewn floor and disarrayed room. The immediately went to her side and wrapped their arms around her.
"Mary, darling, what has distressed you so?" Elizabeth Darcy asked her sister, pushing back stray hairs and looking into swollen green eyes.
"Lizzie?" Mary whispered questioningly and turned to the other figure, "Jane… why are you here?"
Jane clutched her younger sister's hand, "We were worried about you, Mary."
"It seems we were justified in our worry," Elizabeth commented and hugged Mary tightly. "Tell us, what has happened. You look as if you have lost the most important thing in the world."
Mary looked at both her sisters and could not help the fresh tears upon her cheeks. It was a small wonder that her two favorite sisters were here during her most distressing moment. They had always been her pillars of strength when their parents were lacking. Calmly, she began to speak.
"I know not if I have truly lost it," she murmured. "However, I feel as if I must go after it… him. He is in the worst kind of danger, I just know it."
Elizabeth and Jane exchanged surprised glances, "Who is in danger, Dearest?"
Mary looked at Elizabeth and then Jane before smiling softly, "My betrothed."
The room was silent, so silent, one could almost hear the surprise those simple words caused. The silence lasted a mere two seconds before bedlam erupted. Jane stood with her hand on her mouth. Elizabeth looked at Mary, her eyes wide with shock. She called for her husband and Jane did likewise.
"What is wrong?" Charles asked as he stepped into the room.
"Mary, what in the world has happened?" Darcy asked as he eyed the distraught woman and war zone of a room.
Elizabeth looked at her husband with soft eyes, "It seems our little sister is betrothed… and has not bothered to inform her family of such an important thing."
"I… I was trying," Mary murmured with her head bowed in shame. "I simply could not find the words."
"Well, I am very glad I forced Will to come," Elizabeth said firmly as her husband shook his head with a smile. "We have not received a letter from you in over six months… and we come to find out you are engaged!"
Mary looked up at her sister in surprise, "How is that? I sent you a letter just before November. I was very distressed and needed your advice… the situation resolved itself, but you never answered."
"I received no such letter," Elizabeth argued with hands on her hips. "I was very worried, Mary! Neither Jane, Kitty, our parents, nor I have heard a word from you… aside from that last visit you spent in London with Jane."
"I sent you that letter… I set it on the table the night before post would be taken," Mary stopped and looked at her sister with an amused smile. "That sneaky wretch… I bet he took it. That was how he knew of my feelings for him. Oh, if I did not love him so much I would box his ears."
"Who are you talking about!" Elizabeth shouted in exasperation.
"Edward, of course," Mary answered with surprise at her sister's shout. "I… I mean, Lord Dodgewood. He asked me to marry him and I accepted him."
"When did this happen?" Jane asked her blue eyes twinkling with wisdom.
Mary blushed and looked down at the ring adorning her finger, "Before we came to London and visited, Jane. We wished to be married straight away; however, duty called Edward away. Now he is stuck in some forsaken country, in possible danger, and I must go after him!"
"That is out of the question!" Elizabeth gasped. "You cannot traipse over the whole of Europe, Mary. You have not been outside of the country… it is absurd!"
Mary gave her sister a stern glare and stood, her head lifted proudly and defiantly, "It is not absurd, Lizzie. Would you not run after Fitzwilliam were our situations reversed? How dare you try and deny me the right to find the man I love. I love and respect you, Lizzie. However, no one tells me who I am or what I am to do… not anymore. I will go after Edward and… you can support me or leave. In any case, I will be headed before week's end."
The four visitors gaped at the young woman. Mrs. Garwood nodded with a pleased smile on her face. She knew this Mary best. While she understood her friend's family, Mrs. Garwood was loyal to Mary and it was about time the family met the real woman inside. She quietly moved to the middle of the floor and began to pick up the scattered papers. Seeing that they were the correspondence of her master and mistress, the older woman picked them up more quickly and hid them inside Mary's trunk. She had seen Mary's blush enough to know that those letters were for the young woman's eyes only.
"Mrs. Garwood," Mary murmured softly.
"Yes, my lady?" she asked and looked at Mary.
"Will you please have the supper table prepared for our guests," Mary asked softly. "Will you also prepare the guest rooms for my family? I must have a long conversation with my sisters and I expect to stay the next few days. I will be prepared to leave by the end of this week."
Mrs. Garwood, "Of course, my lady, I shall have Nigel prepare all the travel arrangements. I will inform you of the particulars."
"Thank you," Mary nodded with a smile and turned to her sisters. "I do believe we should sojourn to the drawing room downstairs. I will tell you of my life here at Dodgewood and meet my new…"
Mary paused as she realized she had no idea what the Darcy child's gender was. Elizabeth took her sister's arm and allowed herself to be led out to the hallway.
"You have a new niece," she told Mary with a warm smile. "Her name is Marianna Lydia Darcy. I know Lydia and I were not the best of sisters… but I do love her, and if felt right to honor the aunt Marianna would never know. I also happened to like the name for it seemed to blend almost all of her aunts names 'Mary, Jane, Georgiana'. It is a pity I could not find reason for Kitty's name."
Mary felt her heart warm at the thought her niece was, in a roundabout manner, named for her. She could not help herself and stopped to embrace her elder sister. Tears were in her eyes, she did not realize how much she had truly missed Elizabeth and Jane. At that thought, she broke the embrace and turned to embrace Jane, then Charles, and lastly a startled (but accepting) Mr. Darcy.
"You do not realize how much I have missed you all," Mary murmured as tears still trailed down her cheeks. "Despite the happiness I feel here in my new home. You will always be my family and I need to hear from you. I do greatly apologize for my negligence… I simply could not find the words to tell you of my impending marriage."
The group found themselves sitting in the drawing room as they awaited the evening meal. The children were brought in and Mary introduced Daniela. Daniela greeted them warmly and sat next to her adoptive mother whilst Mary met Marianna. Both females cooed over the infant. The baby girl was undoubtedly the child of Elizabeth, having the same hair and dark eyes. Darcy had made them smile as he told the story of how he had been enchanted by Elizabeth's eyes. The Mrs. Darcy just shook her head with a small blush.
"She is beautiful, Lizzie," Mary smiled as she handed her niece back to Elizabeth. "I am sorry I could not have been there for her birth."
"I was well attended," Elizabeth assured her. "Mama, Georgiana, and Kitty were all there… as well as the midwife and doctor that delivered my very own husband. Will refused to have anyone else to see me through the birth."
Darcy gave a carefree shrug of his shoulder, "It is natural of me to trust the people who had safely birthed me. Unfortunately, my mother did not have the same fortune in doctor and midwife with Georgiana. We were not at Pemberly when her time came."
Elizabeth took his hand in her own and kissed it softly, "I am sorry, Will."
Darcy smiled warmly at her, "I have healed quite nicely, Lizzie. I have you to thank for that."
Mary watched the couple, her heart racing with the thoughts of Edward. She truly needed to explain. She needed to tell them of their time together. She needed to find him. She had had a nightmare just the night before. He had called out for her repeatedly… but every time she came close he seemed to disappear. She looked at her sisters and told Daniela to entertain baby Charles. Elizabeth noticed the pensive look on her sister's face and took Mary's hands.
"You have told us of how you fell in love, dearest," Elizabeth murmured. "You have not told us the rest of your story. Although, I do love your set down of Miss Ives. I am very proud of you, Mary."
Mary smiled and laughed lightly, "You sound like Edward. I would keep saying that my actions were improper… and he simply said his actions would be worse."
"Is he good to you, Mary," Jane asked softly and both Charles and Darcy looked at Mary for the answer, both ready to fight for her.
Mary smiled softly, "He is perfect with me. While he may have some highly amusing thoughts about propriety, he loves me as I am. He is gentle and yet passionate…"
Mary paused to laugh at her brothers-by-marriage as they questioned that statement, "In the most gentlemanly manner, I assure you… Fitzwilliam, Charles. He is not only passionate for me but passionate in whatever he has in life. This is a trait unlikely to be found in that of the current nobility. He is honorable to a fault. Hence the reason he is away from me now. He is on a journey to hopefully rescue an old friend… a mentor of sorts, if you will. He is caught in dangerous territory. The country in which he travels is caught between bitter territorial disputes, bandits and unscrupulous gypsies assail innocent travelers on the road, and such a band of reprobates holds Edward's friend hostage. I feel an unsettled feeling in the air and I must go to find Edward. I know it to be a strange journey for me, a young unmarried woman. However, if I do not try… I feel I shall go mad with the anxiety of waiting. I ask you, my dearest family, to support me in this. You do not have to tell Mama and Papa… I fear such a shock will distress Mama's nerves. However, it would gladden my heart to know that you four were here at Dodgewood waiting for me."
"It is a mad undertaking," Elizabeth murmured softly but squeezed Mary's hand. "However, if you feel it must be done, I will support you in any venture you deem fit. Fitzwilliam?"
Elizabeth looked towards her husband and he sighed and moved to rest a hand on Mary's shoulder.
"I can only aide you… for I would do the same if the roles were reversed. It would be reprehensible behavior for me not to support you, sister."
Mary smiled gratefully at him, "Thank you, Fitzwilliam."
Jane looked at Mary and smiled softly, "I always knew you were going to shock us all one day. Although I cringe at the thought of your being in such perilous lands, I cannot help but support you. I have never seen such a look of happiness as I saw the day of your visit. I knew… I knew you and his lordship were in love. It was in the shine of your eyes. It was the secret of your smiles. I would not be able to live with myself if I did not help you secure that happiness you so rightly deserve, Mary. I love you far too much."
Mary choked back a sob and placed a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound, "Thank you, Jane. I love you dearly."
Charles smiled at Mary and nodded, "Of course I will support you, Mary. I am sure if I do not… Darcy and Lizzie will string me up by my toes from the parapets."
Mary laughed through her tears at Charles's humor and stood to hug her family once more. She thanked them countless times and apologized for allowing tears to fall on their clothing. Her heart raced again as she realized the journey she to partake in. It was only after supper, as she lay abed, that she felt a sense of peace in her plans.
She would find Edward… and they would both return to Dodgewood.
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Edward took a deep breath to try and calm his beating heart. They had found him. Finally, they had found Captain Whittaker. Unfortunately, they had not reached him in time to spare his life. He and John had reached the outskirts of a gypsy camp rumored to hold a British captive. They had left their supplies well off and waited until the dead of night to try and infiltrate the camp. It would not do for them to try and go in guns ablaze. This was a task that required a bit of espionage tactics.
There was a celebration going on that night, so the heart of the tribe was distracted by the merriment and situated at the heart of the camp. Quickly, the two had found the wagon holding the good captain. They had been surprised to find him in such a state. He was incredibly thin and his skin was sallow. He looked merely a stone's throw away from death. In truth, he had less than that to live.
Captain Whittaker had greeted their sight with disbelief, at first, and then joy. He had not seen a truly kind face in so long, not to mention a face he recognized. It was almost impossible to explain the multitude of feelings the captain felt. Whittaker knew he was soon to die and it was just a relief to see his good friend, the duke of Dodgewood, before the time came. With as little time he had left, he had given them proof of their finding him… his medal, given to him by the Royal family for valor and his family ring. The only things the gypsies had not robbed him of.
He begged his friends to end his life quickly. He was already suffering simply by breathing. Edward and John had protested most profoundly at the thought of leaving him there. The captain had smiled at them and shook his head at their foolishness.
"I am afraid that this is an order," he told them good naturedly with failing voice. "There is no way you can both make it out of here with me as dead weight. Simply take the things I gave you to my son and do me this one favor… I know it is a terrible thing of me to ask, but please just end my life."
"Captain, I beg of you to reconsider," Edward murmured. "John and I, we are capable men. We can make it with you in tow. We have transportation outside of the camp's bounds."
"There is no time," the captain answered firmly. "I have a letter written for my son. It is in my pocket. I was able to procure paper from the last tribe to meet this band of heathens. It was my misfortune to meet them, as their leader has an unchanging hatred of gadjis."
Edward shook his head, "There must be time. We can save you."
"No," Whittaker argued, "I will be dead within the next week. Even if we were to make it, the rigors of rough travel will destroy me. Simply do as I ask. This is the most important request I have ever given you, Edward. Please take heed of it."
Edward closed his eyes, he knew in his heart that the captain's words rung true. He nodded and took the letter for the captain's son. He took a vial of poison from a trembling John. Easily, he poured the liquid into the captain's mouth. Whittaker gave them a grateful smile and told them to hurry and take their leave. Edward and John followed his last orders, but before they left, they took one last look at the good man. The light had left his eyes and he had passed on to the next world.
Edward felt the pang of failure hit his heart. He and John quickly made their way from the camp without being detected. Quickly, they reached the horse and donkey and made as far away from the camp as they could until dawn approached. It was only then, did they dare stop to rest and make camp for the next few hours. Edward allowed John the first chance to sleep and he kept watch over them. He took the time to think of recent events. He could not help the illogical sense of failure. He had not reached the captain in time. However, Edward had known that such a thing might happen. He had known that they might not have found Captain Whittaker alive at all. They were fortunate to be able to hear his last words.
Edward looked at John's sleeping form and then towards the clear blue sky. A flash of smiling green eyes filled his mind's vision and his heart grew warm. He could now make his journey home. He could once again find solace in his love's arms.
"Maria," he murmured to the trees and felt a smile return to his face.
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"Stay safe, dearest," Elizabeth whispered in Mary's ear as they embraced tightly. "Come back to us."
Mary nodded against her sister's hair and smiled before moving on to Jane. Jane held tears in her eyes and wrapped her arms tightly around Mary's form. She whispered the same sentiments of a safe return and Mary agreed. They too parted and Mary was caught up by Charles. Fitzwilliam was to accompany her to London before returning to Dodgewood to wait for her return. Mary turned to the final person he needed to say farewell to.
Daniela looked up at her with watery brown eyes. Mary felt tears come to her own as she bent to embrace the child firmly. Daniela began to cry openly and Mary followed suit.
"Be very good while I am away," Mary murmured. "I will return as soon as I can with your father."
"Yes Mama," Daniela responded. "Please be careful Mama."
"I will be," Mary answered with a smile as she backed away. "Now, dearest, I expect you to have finished that new piece to perfection by the time I return. Your aunt Jane has agreed to continue your studies while I am gone. She is not as skilled with the pianoforte, but she can provide help if you should require it."
Daniela nodded, "Yes Mama, goodbye."
"Goodbye," Mary murmured, "I love you all. I will return soon."
Darcy helped her into the carriage before following in after her. He waved goodbye to his wife and promised to return as soon as Mary was safely underway. Mary continued to look back at the vision of Dodgewood until it was no longer in sight. Her heart raced as they continued on the town. She was truly going to do this… it seemed absurd and yet… it seemed perfectly right at the same time.
"When we arrive at London," Darcy interrupted her thoughts, "I shall procure your passage on a quick ship to France and then a safe ride to Paris. There, a close friend will receive you and give you the aid of a capable servant. I will also give you money to help you on your way."
"Please, brother," Mary protested, "you are doing so much already. Do not give me money. I have some of my own that Papa gave me."
"I insist," Darcy smiled at her warmly. "Besides the fact that if I didn't, Lizzie would have me hanged; I do happen to care about you very much Mary. You are a sister to me and it is my responsibility, as a brother, to take care of you."
Mary smiled and shook her head, "I could not find a better man to call brother. Thank you, Will, and pray do not tell Charles that I prefer you. I do love you both."
Darcy chuckled, "I know. I also insist on having a chat with your duke once you return to England."
"Will, really, there is no need."
"As I said, it is my duty as a brother. I insist upon it, Mary."
Mary sighed and shook her head, "I will see to it then. I am sure Edward will be happy to oblige you. I promise that he is the most honorable of men. Despite his contempt for society's conventions, he would never cause me harm."
"I do believe you, sister. These are not the only matters of which I must discuss with Lord Dodgewood."
Mary smiled again and shook her head again. The duo fell silent and enjoyed the scenery as they traveled on. Mary's thoughts went on to Edward and then her journey. She was sure that this would be a perilous venture. However, the most dangerous path could not daunt her as much as life without Edward. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, willing sleep to come to her. There was naught to do but wait until they reached their stop.
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"Tis a black day indeed," John murmured softly as they continued on their way. "It burdens me 'eart to think of them bastards 'aving 'is body. We should o' tried ter convince 'im."
Edward sighed astride his steed and looked at his friend, "He was suffering, mate. We saw that at first sight. He knew it was his time and… unfortunately, we did not have the means to save him. As terrible as this sounds, Whittaker was right, our attempt at an escape with a disabled man would have led to disaster. He would have only suffered in our company until the rough course finally killed him. It is best, the man is finally at peace and we are able to give his family peace of mind and a chance to grieve."
John nodded, his frown still set on his face. It was difficult to say the least. They had killed one of their own. It was illogical to think such a way. Still, John could not help but feel guilt at the loss of the good captain. In his mind several scenarios played out in which they could have saved Whittaker. Yet also in his mind, he would dash them all with the facts of the situation. He could dream of a better ending… but it would not be the reality given to them.
"Tis a pity," John sighed. "Whittaker… 'e was a good man, one o' the best."
Edward nodded softly, "Yes mate, he was."
"So," John murmured after a mere beat of silence, "are we 'omeward bound then?"
"Aye," Edward murmured with his first honest grin in days. "I have a wedding to attend and a woman to get home to."
John shook his head, "I ne'er thought I would see the day."
"Nor did I," Edward grinned honestly. "I do believe she captured me quite stealthily."
"Tell me; wot about 'er was so pleasing?" John questioned, although having heard his friend's commendation of Miss 'Maria' Bennet a plethora of times… it was a means of entertainment.
"Well, there are first her eyes… the very color of emeralds," Edward began, a dreamlike tone in his voice. "Her eyes did dazzle me when we first met, officially of course. There is her passion. I knew I would befriend her the first night we spent together in Dodgewood. She slapped me. Did I tell you that, Foster?"
"Nay, ye did not," John answered with a grin. "I do believe ye must tell me now."
Edward chuckled as his memories came to him, "I was an unbelievable cad and rightly deserved that strike. She had bewitched me the moment she came into my life. She had been playing a piece on the pianoforte, she is simply amazing with music… and I had asked her who had written the work. She told me it was hers. I insulted her by making an unfair comment about her sex. In simpler terms, I protested the legitimacy of her works."
"That is not like ye, mate… ter be so ungentlemanly."
"I know," Edward grinned, "It was fortunate I caught up to her on the staircase and apologized. She agreed to stay but only after informing she would not stand to be insulted. I was smitten… this was a real woman. Not a foolish girl from the ballrooms of Town."
John chuckled, "If only we were all ter be so lucky."
Edward chuckled, "I am a rather fortunate man. I know it."
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Chapter Twelve
(Wandering)
Mary sighed as she stepped out of her hotel room. She was meeting a band of travelers on their way to the same region she planned to search. It would be beneficial to have company considering she was to be traversing unknown and dangerous terrain. She had already bought the supplies she would need. Her horse was a beautiful silvery-white Arabian, she was a little embarrassed to have used Edward's credit… but she could not stop herself from purchasing the wonderful mare. She was determined to not only use the beautiful creature in her search for Edward, but also to bring her home.
She had traded in her dresses for trousers, which had raised some eyes at the tailor but the French people simply accepted the strange woman traveling alone and left her in peace. She had also purchased enough supplies to get through. She was assured by her company the amount necessary for the trip. However, she bought a bit more in a fit of caution.
Now, she stood in front of her group of merry travelers. Three men and two women; four were married couples with a strange sense of adventure and the third young man was to be there guide throughout the territory. He was gypsy according to Mr. Rollins, the married man who had approached her when he had overheard her questioning the local stableman of guide to the Carpathians. He was a jovial fellow, a former American Navy man, who had met his wife Catherine on one of his trips to the Caribbean. The Mr. and Mrs. Harper were also American and quite wealthy due to trade. They had made the trip over to enjoy the spirit of traveling… apparently, it was an American trait.
Kev was the only name the Gypsy gave. It was uncertain if the man even had a last name. He was very handsome from a stranger's point of view. His eyes were the color of molten gold, his skin was a dark tan, and his long hair was a shade of ebony that matched the shadows. His jaw was square and well defined, as was his lean and muscular form. His brows were thick and accentuated his expressive eyes. It seemed that his overtly sensuous mouth was always in an amused smirk. His hands were strong and adorned with gleaming rings of gold and different gems. He was dressed as a proper gentleman in garments made for rigorous travel. However, the way his eyes traveled over Mary's uniquely dressed form… was the height of impropriety. It was nearly sinful and made Mary slightly uncomfortable. If it had not been for the sincerity of his amicable demeanor… she would not have trusted him. She simply put his untoward glances in the back of her mind.
"What brings you out into this dangerous terrain, Miss Bennet?" Kev asked as he rode next to her, his voice smooth and warm like honey… to any other woman he would have been very attractive. However, to Mary she constantly compared every man to her man.
Mary glanced at him and looked straight ahead, "I am in search of my fiancée."
"Ah," Kev responded, "and what brought your fiancée out here?"
"He is here in hopes to rescue someone," Mary answered calmly. "A tribe of… they captured him with harmful intent."
Kev considered her, "You were about to say Gypsies."
Mary blushed and continued looking straight ahead without answering. Kev chuckled and continued on ahead of the group, leaving the young woman to her thoughts. Mary frowned at toward the young man's back. She could not make out his intent. She had been unfamiliar with the pursuits of the male sex until Edward had entered her life. However, despite her lack of knowledge in this instance… she could swear this man had interest in her, despite her declared commitment to another man. It unsettled and yet flattered her in the same instance. Not that she had any intention of being unfaithful… it was simply that she had never truly been desired before Edward. To be desired by a stranger gave a pleasant feeling to Mary's confidence. Shaking her head of such thoughts, she pressed on to thoughts of Edward. She would be reaching the first village he had written of soon.
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Edward cursed as the rain poured overhead and lightning flashed in the angry sky. He had been separated from John. They had found a well traveled road leading back to the thriving village they had left last. However, due to exhaustion from both parties, neither man had noticed they were being stalked by a group of unscrupulous men. When dusk turned to night, the men had assailed upon the unsuspecting travelers… who both cursed their dimwittedness.
Edward had not noticed that he had been led away from John until it was too late. He was stuck in a fight against three raggedy and unforgiving looking men. Luck was in his favor, however, for these bandits were worse for wear and looked to have only attacked out of desperation. So despite his need for sleep, he was still stronger than the starving men in front of him.
The largest man gave him the worst trouble. The man was a foot taller than himself and had obviously been skilled in the art of fighting. He was also broader and Edward knew that had it been a truly fair fight… it would have taken a few more minutes to take the man down. As it was, a quick jab to the stomach and right hook to the jaw brought the giant down. The next man had brought a knife into the fray and managed to draw blood in a long but shallow gash to Edward's right forearm. A quick blow to the nose and a snapped wrist later, Edward was on to his last opponent. The last man was the smallest of the trio. The fight itself never came, for seeing how quickly his companions were unmanned… he fled.
Taking a deep breath, Edward took in his surroundings and swore as he saw no sign of John or the other two men that had been part of the group. Gathering his steed, he moved on to search for the man. He knew they could not have gotten far… it was then the sky had opened up and washed away all evidence of John's movement. Edward felt worry sink in as he heard nothing but the torrential rain. He knew John would easily defeat the bandits. However, it was still unsafe to be alone in this terrain. Captain Whittaker's fate was proof enough for that. He would forever feel guilt if he didn't find his friend, especially after the man had gone through this terrible escapade with him.
Edward took out his pistol and began the search for his comrade. He took off in the direction of the tracks the rain had washed away. He could only pray that he found John in good condition.
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Mary let out an unladylike and highly improper curse as she tripped out of her saddle while trying to disembark. To her dismay, she was saved by the ever present Kev. She had never once fallen out of a saddle in her life… add to the fact the event was witnessed by someone who seemed amused by her every action, and this was quite possibly the most embarrassing moment of her life. This was, therefore, a momentous occasion, for Mary had had quite the experience with embarrassing moments in her life.
Quickly removing herself from Kev's arms she righted herself, "Thank you, Kev."
Kev chuckled, "You are very welcome, Miss Bennet."
Mary frowned at his emphasis of her maiden name and crossed her arms as she walked towards the inn the group had decided on for the night.
"It would seem you have undue interest in me, sir," she said irritably. "I would like to remind you that I am betrothed and I am also very much in love with my fiancée."
"Of course," Kev answered with a grin, "but a man cannot help his actions when in the presence of a beautiful woman."
Mary blushed and her frown deepened, "I am taken and that should cease your actions."
Kev put a stopping hand on her shoulder, "I am sorry, Miss Bennet, if I have made you uncomfortable. I understand your circumstances. All I seek is your friendship and everything I say is truly meant in jest. This has always been my nature and I apologize if you have thought they were meant with sincerity."
Mary looked up at him with astonished eyes, "You mean to say your untoward advances were to be taken as friendship? Are you mad? Please tell me this is not how you treat all unmarried women, betrothed or not."
Kev grinned and shrugged, "I am admittedly flirtatious. Most women find me comforting with my friendly demeanor."
"You will find me a different sort of woman, sir," Mary looked up at him seriously. "I do not seek your flirtations or your attentions. If you truly request my friendship, you must earn it with true sincerity of opinions and actions. If you truly wish to aid me, then simply help me find the man who holds my heart."
Kev looked down at the young English woman in surprise. The words Mary spoke rung true in his ears. She was very much a different sort of woman to this time. Most of the women he had met in his travels were simpering and weak-minded… aside from the Americans he had encountered. The young woman before him was anything but. She was forthright and strong in her opinions. Her heart was true and steadfast. Her temperament was fiery and calm at the same time. It was a breathtaking sight to behold a woman as she should be… not a shell shaped by the masses. Had she been a gypsy, she would have been the most sought after woman in his tribe. As it was, he decided that his interest in her friendship would be a well sought after venture.
Smiling sincerely down at the beautiful young woman, he held out his hand in the greeting saved mainly for men of her station. She looked up at him with an arched brow.
"I will seek to offer you only my sincere friendship, Miss Bennet," Kev spoke clearly, "and strive to not make you uncomfortable with my actions. Let us see if we cannot find your errant betrothed."
Mary looked into his eyes questioningly for a moment and then a small smile broke on her face and she placed her smaller hand in his and grasped it in a firm shake, "I am glad you have come to your senses, Kev. It would have been an unpleasant trip otherwise."
The young man laughed heartily at her response and held open the door for her. They joined the rest of their party, who had already settled in with the best meal the inn offered. Mary sat down and shook out her rather messy mane of chestnut waves. She could not wait to retire to her room and waiting hot bath. It had been two weeks since she had a decent bath… not that she had gone without cleanliness. They had made stops by various streams and ponds… however; there is something to be said about a hot steaming bath without signs of aquatic life. So, after eating her fill, she quickly excused herself to her room.
In the privacy of her room, she had stripped and happily sank into the waters of her bath. After making quick work of washing herself, Mary then sat back and enjoyed the heat of the water and the nearby fire. She picked up her locket on the nearby table. She had purchased it the night Lydia was buried and inside it was one tiny portrait of her family before the mess of marriage took them apart. However, on the other free side was a portrait of the family she had made with her heart. Daniela and Edward's faces were alight with bright smiles in the picture. She had actually made the drawing herself and the artist who she had commissioned for Edward's gift had finished it with proper descriptions. He had done a remarkable job and it brought her comfort to look at.
"Oh Edward, where are you?" she murmured aloud. "I do miss you so. My family is anxious to meet the man who would steal me away from them."
She closed her eyes against the silence that greeted her words and imagined Edward smiling down at her before kissing her passionately. She smiled at the memories of him doing just that at every opportunity. He had told her that she tasted too sweet to resist at times. She could believe him, for she found his taste ridiculously tempting as well. She remembered that last night together, when he had held her until she had fallen asleep. Sighing, she stood and prepared for a good night's rest before beginning her search again the next day. Luckily, it seemed they were nearer to the place Edward had written of last.
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"Have you seen this man?" Mary questioned the older bar keep of the inn she resided in. She held out the locket her beloved's portrait was in.
The couples she had traveled with had decided to spend a week in the quaint village. She was content to spend a few days, for it might prove to aid her search. However, if nothing turned up… it was impossible to think of staying a week in a place that held no answers. That morning, after a hearty breakfast, she began her quest for information. The bar keep was just the first of many she had decided to question. Her next stop was the stables on the edge of the village.
"Yes, miss, I have seen the man. He was of aristocratic breed. We do not get many of his kind around here."
Mary's eyes widened and her smile broadened in hope, "Yes, yes. How long has it been since you him?"
The elder man scratched his graying temple in thought as he looked at the miniature, "I do believe it was two weeks ago."
"Are you quite sure?" Mary asked anxiously, joy spreading within. "You saw him two weeks ago? Does your inn keep a registry?"
"Aye, miss. The owner, Mr. Kessler is just outside talking to the fish supplier. He should be willing to help you."
Happily, Mary thanked the man and shook his hand before paying a generous tip for his information. She quickly made her way outside to find 'Mr. Kessler'. Her hair flew behind her as she had left it down for the day. Her heart raced with the excitement of being so close to finding her lover. She found the man just where the bar keeper had said she would. She held her locket in her hand and then impatiently tapped on the man's shoulder.
Mr. Kessler a middle aged man with dark Slavic looks and a protruding stomach turned with surprised brown eyes. He looked up and over the strange young woman wearing trousers with her hair falling down in a mass of waves. He held up his hand to stop the fish marketer's speech and turned his attention to Mary. Mary had the grace to look apologetic and smiled sweetly at the proprietor.
"I am so sorry to interrupt you sir," Mary spoke softly. "However, I was told you might have some important information that I am in need of."
"Yes?" Mr. Kessler, "What may I help you with, Miss?"
Mary smiled widely, "I was wondering I might be able to see your guest registry? It is vastly important to me. I am in search of my fiancée."
Mr. Kessler arched his brow, "I would be happy to help, Miss. Are you sure your fiancée wants to be found?"
Mary blushed at the implication, realizing she must look a sight, "Yes. I know it must seem I am a mad woman. However, he had been gone from home for so long on a very important journey and we have had no word on his health in such a long time."
Mr. Kessler nodded and turned to speak to the other man in their native tongue. The fish marketer laughed and nodded, clapping a hand on Mr. Kessler's shoulder before walking down the street. Mr. Kessler then turned to Mary and led her inside the building. She followed him into the small office space where the account ledgers were kept. Mary took the seat Mr. Kessler offered and then the book he had taken from the nearest shelf.
"These are the guest's we had last month. If your fiancé was here, his signature should be on the last few pages. I must finish my business outside. I shall leave you to this," Mr. Kessler proffered helpfully
Mary smiled and thanked him profusely. She settled the ledger against the desk in front of her. She then turned to the last pages and settled in closer to inspect them. Carefully, she put a delicate fingertip on the page as she slowly dragged it down to highlight each and every name or mark on the page. The first weathered page held no luck for her and she felt her hope diminish slightly. However, she diligently went to the next page and repeated the same process.
At first, she failed to see his signature and was about to give up all hope. Then she noticed smaller script at the very bottom of the page. It was quickly done and she had to pull it close to her face to be able to make sense of it. When she did, her heart nearly burst with excitement. There, in plain sight, was proof that her Edward had been alive and well just two weeks ago! His elegant scrawl was cramped on the page but the date was there and it was undoubtedly his. To make the proof irrefutable, John's signature was just above her fiancée's.
"Oh! I am so close, Edward. I cannot wait to see you once again," she murmured to herself excitedly.
Mary knew that she was close to him. She felt it within her being. Despite the fact that he could very well be on his way back to her at this point, she felt that it was right to have come in search of him. Something in her spirit beckoned her towards him. It was illogical… but love was never a believer of logic.
Mary laughed at her mundane thoughts and put away the registry. Happily, she left the office and made her way to her traveling companions. She would have to tell them she would be parting ways. Her search would extend to the forests and villages in the surrounding area. As she broke the news, her companions looked at her in protest.
"It is dangerous territory, Mary!" Fiona Rollins said in dismay. "You could easily be kidnapped by bandits or renegade gypsies!"
Lilly Harper nodded in agreement, "We could not bear it if you lost yourself out here, Mary. Perhaps, you should remain here for a week or so. We would be delighted to wait here with you."
Mary shook her head and smiled fondly at the two women, "No. I simply cannot sit still another moment. I know Edward is out there and nearby. I cannot explain it. I simply know it. I must find him. He is such an important part of me. I need him. I love him."
Mr. Harper nodded in admiration, "You should find him then, Miss Bennett."
"James!" Lily cried in outrage, "Do not encourage this mad endeavor!"
"I do not see the point in denying her," Mr. Harper argued. "We all knew that this was the reason she had joined our group in the first place. Why are you putting up such a fuss now?"
"She is a friend and it is impossibly dangerous for and unarmed woman to traipse about a foreign countryside," Lily frowned, incensed at her husband's nonchalant attitude. "She simply cannot go unaccompanied."
Mr. Harper nodded, "I agree and that is why she will be taking Kev with her. We were planning on staying a few weeks more. Kev is available at the moment whilst we are idle. It makes perfect sense."
Lily's frown turned thoughtful, "This is true and Kev does know his way around this country."
"Precisely," Mr. Harper smiled. "Kev, how do you feel about joining Miss Bennett on her little adventure?"
"I would be honored to help Miss Bennett find her errant fiancée," Kev smiled at Mary, his eyes glowing and serious.
Mary let out a breath, "Thank you, Kev. Thank you all. I hope we shall see each other again soon. I wish to set out at dawn."
"As you wish," Kev nodded and settled in for the meal that had been brought to their table.
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The weather was miserable. It was windy, cold, wet, and a never ending combination of lightning and thunder racked the skies. Edward sigh as he trudged on, looking for his lost companion. He could not fathom how John could have traveled so far away from their path. It had been two days since the 'attack'. The word seemed highly inappropriate for what the small scuffle had been.
Since then, Edward had been making his way in search of John. However, thanks to the blasted rain, he could not pick up a trail. His was a situation that had him yearning for the simpering ball rooms of the Ton. The setbacks were starting to drive him mad… mad enough to wish for such ridiculous things. He smiled to himself. At the very least, he would have been able to tolerate them most crowded ballroom and its most obnoxious guests, for Mary would be by his side of course.
Maria, he thought. How he wished to be in her arms. He yearned to feel her lips and taste her sweet kiss. Something tugged at his heart and he felt as if she was near to him; as if her presence was there to comfort his weary soul. He shook his head. That was madness, utter madness. His beloved was tucked safely away in their castle home, dreaming of their future. Still, it was a pleasurable thought to feel that she was near to him at that moment.
Considering his surroundings, he was game for what warmth that thought could give him. The dark seemed to be crushing all around him. The rain beat down like millions of needles, piercing everything they touched with their cold and force. The wind howled through the slick and bare branches of debauched looking trees and echoed in Edward's ears. The lightning flashed casting frightening and mind-muddling shadows and the thunder… the thunder was deafening. It's deep and repetitive 'boom' would register with even the worst case of hearing deficiency.
"Jesus Christ," Edward swore to his horse; the only company he had left. "I believe the devil himself would be frightened of this tempest. God give me strength to persevere through it."
Lonely, wet, weary, Edward traveled on in search of his comrade. He prayed that John would be found soon and prayed even harder for the weather to brighten, for even just five minutes. He made his way to a clearing that was remarkably dry, considering the weather. However, the ground was shelter by an expanse of evergreen trees. It was in the miraculously dry spot, he decided it was time for a rest. He had been traveling non-stop. It was time to eat a bite and sleep bit. He would be no help to John if he continued on without nourishment.
Tethering his horse, Edward broke out his equipment. He made a quick, although not the most sturdy, shelter from the raging elements surrounding his little patch of grove. He removed his sleeping pallet and laid it inside the shelter. Next, he removed his packs from his horse and moved into the makeshift tent. He quickly tore into some, thankfully, well-kept bread and cheese. Once the rumbling in his stomach had subsided, he decided to finally rest his eyes and dream of a world that held only his future with Mary.
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(Author's Note: The vagrant writer has returned with her next installment! I hope you all enjoy… I enjoyed writing it… but I'm not so sure with the outcome. Let me know what you think. However, I know that I can trust everyone to do that without saying.
I am diligently working on the next installment as I type… okay, you know what I mean. I'm really excited for the next part. So, hopefully, the writing will come faster and smoother. The last two parts were a real challenge for me and I kept putting them off, not wanting to finish.
I've also changed my name… so sorry for any confusion. I changed it for simplicity reasons. You can now find me under 'swtimperfection21'
In a little side note, I wanted to defend myself as far as my writing in Spanish is concerned. I am admittedly not good at writing in Spanish. I am not comfortable with it but I thought; what the hell… I can try. However, despite my lack of comfort, I have never used a translator whilst writing this story. It's all me in my flawed glory and limited knowledge. I am working on gaining fluency each and every day. Trust me when I say, I am waaaaaaaay better in speaking the language. However, this is due to consistent practice… and that is not the same in writing. Spanish is my second language; one that I love and adore, and continue to learn every day. I only hope that one day I will be competent enough in writing Spanish in the future.
In other literary news, my dear and beloved friend Jazzi (Disco-Sadistic) has a new fanfiction that I think you should all check out. It's an HP fiction and wonderfully written. It's titled "Today the Struggle". That's all I'm going to tell you about it because, I encourage curiosity.
Well, that's all for now folks! I hope you enjoy. I love and appreciate all of my readers. I am both dreading and anticipating the epilogue. There I will give a proper shout-out to all those that have followed this story with me. Thank you!
May Your Lives Be Blessed. XOXOXO –swtimperfection21)
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(Play-list for Part VI (Chapters Eleven & Twelve))
"Eres Todo En Mi" –Ana Gabriel
(C.11) "We Are Broken" –Paramore 'M' "Want You, Miss You, Love You" –Jon Secada 'E'
(C.12) "Defying Gravity" –Leah Michelle 'M' "Eye of the Tiger" –Survivor 'E'