~ ~ ~ ~ Cook took the remaining scraps of meat and wrapped them up carefully before sticking them in her apron pocket. Her work day had been long and tiring. Her husband would be waiting for her at home, and he would need attending to as well. Stepping outside into the dark night, she sighed again at her lot in life. Always work to do, never a rest. Another sigh, much lower, echoed her own. "What! Who is there?" She was sorely afrighted and clutched her hand to her heart. He was at her side in an instant.
"I should have known it was you," Cook gasped, releasing her hold on her heart.
"I only seek a word, kind lady, just a word. Or if a word be too much, even a small glimpse ...."
Fie! You'll be havin' no glimpsing nor words!" And her words were true. Master had taken one look at the man with the dark hair and blue eyes and had instantly noted things his daughter had not. Things such as the fingers stained with ink and the rough quality of his clothing.But for looks and words, the boy is finer than any I have yet met, the Cook thought sadly. "Driver says he sees you walkin' the streets day and night like one blind, and when you are not wandering around like a beggar, you be here. You will not get so much as a name here. Go, you leave your life too long neglected.Be merry and forget foolish dreams!"
"I'd sooner forget my life and forget all that I am than forget her.If love be but a dream than I pray that I never awake!"
"Foolish boy! You have but seen her once, what know you of love? What gives thee encouragement in proffering your heart to one so unknown?" She hastened towards her home, but he followed doggedly beside her.
"Who loved who did not love at first sight? Do not be deceived.Love calls to love, and my heart knows her -"
They were approaching the door now, and Cook entered without a word to him, for fear that she would forget all common sense and her master's instruction and speak plainly to the man who spoke so earnestly.
"And I will find her," Christopher added quietly as the door shut, leaving him once more alone in the dark.
~ ~ ~ ~
As a man, he had trusted his heart. His heart had deceived him then, and foolish betrayer that it was, it sprang back to life when he gazed upon her now. Once he had but dreamed that he might be so near to her. If he had but the chance, he would have shown her the tenderest affection, the most guileless romance. Requiem felt the knife stab deep into his own heart as he lowered his control and let his power wash over her. His heart gasped at his insult, and flickered and died as he watched her succumb to him, killing the dream that he had held so dear. The dream he had thought died many, many years ago.
Cook took the remaining scraps of meat and wrapped them up carefully before sticking them in her apron pocket. Her work day had been long and tiring. Her husband would be waiting for her at home, and he would need attending to as well. Stepping outside into the dark night, she sighed again at her lot in life. Always work to do, never a rest. Another sigh, much lower, echoed her own. "What! Who is there?" She was sorely afrighted and clutched her hand to her heart. He was at her side in an instant.
"I should have known it was you," Cook gasped, releasing her hold on her heart.
"I only seek a word, kind lady, just a word. Or if a word be too much, even a small glimpse ...."
Fie! You'll be havin' no glimpsing nor words!" And her words were true. Master had taken one look at the man with the dark hair and blue eyes and had instantly noted things his daughter had not. Things such as the fingers stained with ink and the rough quality of his clothing.But for looks and words, the boy is finer than any I have yet met, the Cook thought sadly. "Driver says he sees you walkin' the streets day and night like one blind, and when you are not wandering around like a beggar, you be here. You will not get so much as a name here. Go, you leave your life too long neglected.Be merry and forget foolish dreams!"
"I'd sooner forget my life and forget all that I am than forget her.If love be but a dream than I pray that I never awake!"
"Foolish boy! You have but seen her once, what know you of love? What gives thee encouragement in proffering your heart to one so unknown?" She hastened towards her home, but he followed doggedly beside her.
"Who loved who did not love at first sight? Do not be deceived.Love calls to love, and my heart knows her -"
They were approaching the door now, and Cook entered without a word to him, for fear that she would forget all common sense and her master's instruction and speak plainly to the man who spoke so earnestly.
"And I will find her," Christopher added quietly as the door shut, leaving him once more alone in the dark.
~ ~ ~ ~
As a man, he had trusted his heart. His heart had deceived him then, and foolish betrayer that it was, it sprang back to life when he gazed upon her now. Once he had but dreamed that he might be so near to her. If he had but the chance, he would have shown her the tenderest affection, the most guileless romance. Requiem felt the knife stab deep into his own heart as he lowered his control and let his power wash over her. His heart gasped at his insult, and flickered and died as he watched her succumb to him, killing the dream that he had held so dear. The dream he had thought died many, many years ago.
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