A little peak into My Other Fandom.
I have been visiting my other fandom this weekend. This is a little peak into the world of "Lourdesmont" during the American Revolution. Elizabeth, Henry, Jeremy and Isak are rebels who secretly work for General Lafayette. Those of you who know my Ellie well ... she was still Ellie even back then ... (-:
“Miss?” Henry wondered as he held out the dipper of water. “I really think you should drink this.”
The woman looked at Henry with empty brown eyes and shook her head.
Elizabeth laid a hand on Henry’s shoulder and he turned to look up at her. “What is wrong with her?” Elizabeth wondered.
A puzzled look crossed Henry’s face for one moment. “Shock, I would think,” he said as he turned back to the woman. “Something terrible must have happened for her to be covered in so much blood. I should go to town and retrieve medications from my shop.”
Henry and Elizabeth had taken the woman they found entangled in the bushes back to her uncle’s barn. There had been trepidation on both of their parts regarding such an action but the Coates farm was the closest place to where they had been picnicking. The woman had recovered enough of her senses to be able to walk the distance back to the farm with some help. She had said nothing the entire time, allowing herself to be blindly led. Elizabeth had wanted to take her into the house but Henry had thought such a decision unwise. They had custody of a young woman covered in blood and they did not know why. They could not risk her Uncle John finding the woman and immediately sending for the authorities. So now they sat in the barn, hidden in one of the empty stables, trying to coax answers from someone unwilling or unable to give them.
Elizabeth walked around Henry and knelt in the straw. She reached out and took the woman’s hands in her own, raising her eyes to look up at the woman seated on a hay bale. “You said your name was Elwyn?” Elizabeth tried.
“Ellie.” The woman shook her head. “Only D’Arcy calls me Elywn.”
Elizabeth glanced briefly at Henry; they had a name. “Who is D’Arcy?” Elizabeth wondered.
“Connell,” the woman cried softly, her eyes closing, the tears flowing down her cheeks. “I cannot do this anymore. I cannot do this anymore.”
“Cannot do what?” Henry asked softly.
Ellie opened her eyes. “You would not believe me, if I told you.” Her gaze grew distant as she seemed to remember something. Ellie fixed desperate eyes upon Elizabeth. “I have to return home!” she said. “There is something I must do.” She frowned. “The guns. The general. The hospital. I must return home!”
Henry and Elizabeth exchanged shocked looks, the same thought running through their minds - General Lafayette.
“Surely you do not think…” Henry breathed as Elizabeth looked at him and returned his attention to Ellie. He laid a hand upon her arm. “What are you saying?”
“I do not know!” Ellie insisted. “I never know. That is not how it works! I must get home! Honoria will know; she always knows.” She looked between Henry and Elizabeth, anger on one face, confusion on the other. “Please! Just let me leave!"
There was a potent silence in the great barn.
“We cannot let you leave,” Henry said with a shake of his head. “In fact, I think it would be prudent to deliver you to someone who can treat you and will be able to help.”
Ellie’s eyes grew wide and frightened.
“No,” came the softly spoken admonishment from Elizabeth.
“Elizabeth…” Henry tried.
Elizabeth took one of her hands that had been holding to Ellie’s and laid it gently on Henry’s arm. “Something is happening that I do not understand,” she began and bit her bottom lip. “But I think it is important that we trust this woman.” She shook her head at the look that crossed Henry’s face. “Call it what you will - woman’s intuition, the Holy Spirit speaking to my heart. I just think we need to trust this time.” A small smile crossed her face. “And we can travel toward Jeremy and Isak.”
“They should be on their way back,” Henry agreed. He thought silently for a moment. “All right,” he agreed rather unwillingly. “We shall do it your way this time. But if Jeremy or Isak think this too risky, you must agree to follow their lead.”
“Agreed,” Elizabeth nodded and turned back to Ellie. “Where is your home?”
“North of Bethlehem,” Ellie replied, her eyes closing, unable to see the color drain from the faces of the two people before her.
“Miss?” Henry wondered as he held out the dipper of water. “I really think you should drink this.”
The woman looked at Henry with empty brown eyes and shook her head.
Elizabeth laid a hand on Henry’s shoulder and he turned to look up at her. “What is wrong with her?” Elizabeth wondered.
A puzzled look crossed Henry’s face for one moment. “Shock, I would think,” he said as he turned back to the woman. “Something terrible must have happened for her to be covered in so much blood. I should go to town and retrieve medications from my shop.”
Henry and Elizabeth had taken the woman they found entangled in the bushes back to her uncle’s barn. There had been trepidation on both of their parts regarding such an action but the Coates farm was the closest place to where they had been picnicking. The woman had recovered enough of her senses to be able to walk the distance back to the farm with some help. She had said nothing the entire time, allowing herself to be blindly led. Elizabeth had wanted to take her into the house but Henry had thought such a decision unwise. They had custody of a young woman covered in blood and they did not know why. They could not risk her Uncle John finding the woman and immediately sending for the authorities. So now they sat in the barn, hidden in one of the empty stables, trying to coax answers from someone unwilling or unable to give them.
Elizabeth walked around Henry and knelt in the straw. She reached out and took the woman’s hands in her own, raising her eyes to look up at the woman seated on a hay bale. “You said your name was Elwyn?” Elizabeth tried.
“Ellie.” The woman shook her head. “Only D’Arcy calls me Elywn.”
Elizabeth glanced briefly at Henry; they had a name. “Who is D’Arcy?” Elizabeth wondered.
“Connell,” the woman cried softly, her eyes closing, the tears flowing down her cheeks. “I cannot do this anymore. I cannot do this anymore.”
“Cannot do what?” Henry asked softly.
Ellie opened her eyes. “You would not believe me, if I told you.” Her gaze grew distant as she seemed to remember something. Ellie fixed desperate eyes upon Elizabeth. “I have to return home!” she said. “There is something I must do.” She frowned. “The guns. The general. The hospital. I must return home!”
Henry and Elizabeth exchanged shocked looks, the same thought running through their minds - General Lafayette.
“Surely you do not think…” Henry breathed as Elizabeth looked at him and returned his attention to Ellie. He laid a hand upon her arm. “What are you saying?”
“I do not know!” Ellie insisted. “I never know. That is not how it works! I must get home! Honoria will know; she always knows.” She looked between Henry and Elizabeth, anger on one face, confusion on the other. “Please! Just let me leave!"
There was a potent silence in the great barn.
“We cannot let you leave,” Henry said with a shake of his head. “In fact, I think it would be prudent to deliver you to someone who can treat you and will be able to help.”
Ellie’s eyes grew wide and frightened.
“No,” came the softly spoken admonishment from Elizabeth.
“Elizabeth…” Henry tried.
Elizabeth took one of her hands that had been holding to Ellie’s and laid it gently on Henry’s arm. “Something is happening that I do not understand,” she began and bit her bottom lip. “But I think it is important that we trust this woman.” She shook her head at the look that crossed Henry’s face. “Call it what you will - woman’s intuition, the Holy Spirit speaking to my heart. I just think we need to trust this time.” A small smile crossed her face. “And we can travel toward Jeremy and Isak.”
“They should be on their way back,” Henry agreed. He thought silently for a moment. “All right,” he agreed rather unwillingly. “We shall do it your way this time. But if Jeremy or Isak think this too risky, you must agree to follow their lead.”
“Agreed,” Elizabeth nodded and turned back to Ellie. “Where is your home?”
“North of Bethlehem,” Ellie replied, her eyes closing, unable to see the color drain from the faces of the two people before her.