Authors: Mercedes Keyes,Lawrence James
Heathcote, “You have much to do, join the others in
that carriage - you’ve heard Milady. If I am to have a
return to peace, a fix must begin at once.”
Grinning, Heathcote nodded, “Yes, Milord,” he
couldn’t help himself; he looked at Sarah, “Welcome
to WhistHirst Lady Caine, welcome indeed!”
Al those behind that heard, cheered in
agreement, cal ing out a welcome to her.
Quinton turned his horse to ride off with a cheer
of the crowd behind them; riding by the carriages,
giving the nod to proceed onward to the mansion.
El en sat with a smile on her face and looked to
Sarah’s mother, and for the first time, there too, was
a different kind of smile, much brighter, fil ed with
pride.
Fal ing behind, Quinton could not believe his
wife, yet felt he should not be surprised, “You are
obviously looking to catch your death – stripping the
clothing from you, now you sit, shivering.” He scolded
softly, trying to hold her close to share his body heat.
“I do not care about those things; I never
imagined you being so heartless.”
Quinton sighed, “Sarah, I did not know – I never
imagined that leaving things to my mother and
brother to see to would end in such a way.”
“I wil not have it! I wil not!” She stressed.
“Do you not wish to hear my side?”
“Do I dare? I cannot bear it, to see people as I
did this day – it broke my heart, because they belong
to you, I was frightened that perhaps I truly do not
know you.”
“Sarah – Suga, surely, you have more faith in
me than this?”
“Al that I am certain of is that I never want to
see that look upon their faces again.”
He pul ed on the reigns to halt their progress,
turning her to face him. “And I – never want to see
the way you looked at me today – again. You are my
soul mate Sarah – you have become the very air that
I breathe – know that – what we saw today reaffirms
that my return home was right and even more so, the
choice I made for WhistHirst’s Lady. I give you my
word; I wil make this right – with you by my side, as
has been since our first days together. It is already
plain to see, they wil come to love you, as I do.”
Palming her face gently, he gazed into her
eyes, “Am I forgiven? Trust me?”
Sarah sighed, nodded and leaned against him.
Quinton kissed her brow, and tilted her head back by
the chin, kissing her lips as wel ; a moment went by
that he broke the kiss to say with al the passion he
felt, “My God, you make me proud Sarah, my love –
my wife, my life – my heart, my soul swel s with pride.
Whatever you say, it shal be – I leave al in your
hands now. WhistHirst, wil be – what you make it,
Milady.”
Sarah wrapped her arms around him, holding
him, squeezing him as he snapped the reigns to get
moving again. What was paramount on her mind
was his mother? What kind of woman would al ow
the things Sarah had witnessed that day? If that were
not bad enough, she – Lady Lilith had once been
one of them – and instead of her sharing her good
fortune, improving the quality of life for everyone – it
seemed as if al said were to be true, she chose to
hold al to herself.
“What of your mother, Quinton?” She final y
asked.
“You and I are so close, we think of the same
things as one, she is on my mind. I wil speak with
her and let her know, now that we are here, al to do
with our estate wil be left to you and I. No decisions
wil be made without your or my approval.”
Once more Sarah sighed; something told her it
would not be as easy as that.
Standing upon the long stairs of the immense
stately home, arms crossed before her, Lady Lilith
caught sight of a tri-colored barking dog, running
down the drive; a massive head, powerful body,
large thick fluffy tail and a bark that could easily wake
the dead. Behind it, two carriages, the first she
assumed carried her new daughter in law, Lady
Sarah. Her mind was racing and wishing to get the
meeting over with, she would let her know from the
very start that WhistHirst was her place to run, given
to her by her son, Quinton. Al would be fine, as long
as she stayed out of affairs concerning WhistHirst –
Quinton was her husband – he should be her first
priority to see to, but the estate, the running of it,
would remain under her direction.
She glanced at the servants standing at
attention; al lined up as she’d directed them. She
slowly began making her way down the stairs,
deciding if she should smile or not for their first
meeting. The carriages rounded the circular drive to
stop on the stone portico. The horsemen went
forward immediately to assist the lady from the
carriage as Lady Lilith stood back watching. First to
exit was a woman she assumed was Lady Sarah’s
servant, an Indian of some sort by the looks of her,
dressed a bit better than a servant should be – she
would have to speak to her about that; the servants
had their place, just as they had theirs – and most
certainly their clothing should not come close to
matching what they wore. The dark servant looked
directly at her, into her eyes; the dislike was
immediate and mutual.
Lady Lilith’s lips grew tight, that too would be
discussed, she didn’t know how a servant was
treated in the Americas – but such insolence would
not be tolerated there by any servant. She cut the
dark woman by turning a cold shoulder to her, giving
her attention to the carriage door and to a young
woman, pretty with dark hair, standing and holding a
baby while the horsemen assisted her down.
Another man from up top jumped down and came to
stand by her side.
“Greetings to you, I am Lady Lilith – are you
not, Lady Sarah, my son’s bride?” She asked,
confused by the young man taking up one side of
her, placing his arms around her shoulders.
El en smiled, “It is certainly a pleasure to meet
you madam, no, I assure you – I am not. I am Mrs.
Murray, El en Murray-…”
“And I, her husband, Erwin Murray.” He
introduced himself.
Immediately Lilith stood back, “What then, are
you to my son?” She asked them, and then saw
Evan walk from the other side of the carriage.
“Evan? What is going on here? Where is
Quinton? Lady Sarah?”
Evan stood grinning, patiently waiting for the
surprise of his mother’s life, “They b’here any
moment, they were right behind us, riding.” He
stated.
The second carriage was unloading; the
servants who had gone to Quinton were now working
quickly to un-pack the many trunks and especial y the
one belonging to Sarah. Lilith’s eyes were on them
about to say something when she saw Heathcote
standing with them, directing them, tel ing them what
to do.
“Quickly now, these things must be taken to
Milord and Lady’s room, she wil be needing a
change, perhaps a bath as wel , quick about it!” He
ordered, clapping his hands. They were only too
wil ing to rush ahead, their minds on Sarah and
getting her clean and warm.
“What in…? Heathcote? Everyone stop right
where you are! Do you hear me? I said stop at
once!” She railed at them. However, because they
knew what she did not, they carried on as if she were
a ghost, a mist in the wind, and they rushed to get
fresh clothing out of the trunks for Sarah.
Furious, she turned to Heathcote, “What is the
meaning of this?! How dare you come back here
when you have been dismissed?”
Heathcote turned his eyes from her to Evan,
“Please explain to Lady Lilith while I see to matters
inside.” He turned from her and stopped where the
servants were lined up, “Please head back inside
and resume your duties until Lady Sarah has been
seen to, this lineup can resume then and I wil cal
upon you at that time.” He instructed.
Realizing something was happening; al those
lined up did as the others did and headed quickly
inside a head of him.
Seeing this set Lady Lilith to fire, “NOT ONE
MOVE, DO YOU HEAR?!” She raged, burning hot –
she turned back to her youngest son, Evan.
“What is going on here?” She demanded,
breathing hard.
“Al t’be explained shortly mother, as for
Heathcote, Quinton restored him to his original
position here.”
“Quinton? How? When?”
Before Evan could say anymore, the dog –
Moose, who had run up the drive and then turned
back to find his masters, was now returning, barking
up a joyful storm as the horse came riding into the
courtyard.
Lilith stood breathing and blowing hotly,
watching her son’s arrival with a young woman sitting
side saddle before him – not just any woman, but a
Moor – her mouth slowly fel open. Smiling, Evan
leaned to her ear, “Mother, behold – Lady Sarah
Abigail Caine, the new Countess of WhistHirst.”
She could not believe her eyes.
Vonn had been waiting for the horse, grabbing
its reigns, he held it stil as Quinton dismounted and
then reached up taking Sarah into his arms, holding
her high he turned, and having seen his mother
standing at the side, turned to her with his bride in
his arms.
“Greetings mother, we-…”
Nothing more could be said, because his
mother fel immediately into a dead faint.
“Evan, see to mother please, I must see first, to
my wife.”
The house of WhistHirst was in an uproar.
Lady Lilith had locked herself away in her NEW
room, as she’d been removed from the room she’d
claimed back when she thought her role secure as
mistress of WhistHirst – that room was now Lady
Sarah’s – as wel sharing the rooms of her husband.
The servants were al a twitter, gossip spread
like wildfire to those who had not seen the new lady,
a Moor. The servants who had gone to the Americas
and were the first to have seen her, who had gotten
to know her first, were now celebrities – everyone
sought them out to hear whatever tidbit might be
shared.
Each spoke of her grace - of her beauty – of
her kindness – of her eloquence and intel igence.
They told of how she could read and write, that she
was humble – and had served to sweep Lord Caine
so off of his feet, he had no choice but to marry the
lass and bring her back to WhistHirst. They
whispered of what had taken place when they
entered the vil age, how she stripped herself almost
naked to clothe the poor souls cal ing out her name.
So much talk was going on that Heathcote twice had
to break it up and get the servants back on track of
their duties; stepping from one room to another.
He even caught one of the older men servants
cackling out a laugh and leaping into the air clicking
his heels to hear of Lady Lilith’s forced removal as
head mistress and her unceremonious humbling.
Many of the girl servants pleaded with Aislin to
help her with anything, anything at al so that they
might get just a peek at her, so eager were they to
see her with their own eyes. Because she’d
heralded and sang of her stunning looks and mass
of mountainous hair, bragging that only
she
could
tame and fix her hair the way that Lady Sarah liked it;
so much so, that she always tipped her with many
coins and to prove it she showed them her currency
earned since being her Lady’s special attendant.
Many sighed and envied her, wishing they had
been chosen for such a role.
Aatu also bragged that his special duty was to
see to Lady Sarah’s great beast. For it was the
Lady’s greatest treasure and she had wanted
someone special who could handle the chore of
seeing to one as mighty as her animal, special as he
was – rare, no other like it in al the world, he claimed
with rapt attention from al the young men who
listened. Yes, the servants were excited, giddy, joyful
and entranced by the new Lady – even though few
had the honor of meeting her.
Erwin and El en Murray were seen to