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Gypsy Wind - Chapter 2
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Aislinn waved good by in her light yellow dress as Mister Spencer and his son's chaise departed the chateau. Aislinn then turned to her father and sighed, "How often will you be doing this to me?"
"As often as necessary. You have to understand my dear, Aislinn, you are approaching an age where you must wed. I will bring my noble friends' sons to meet with you, and hopefully you shall find one that will fit your tastes. God knows, I may even bring you some Spaniards if I get desperate enough!" He sighed and walked into the house.
Aislinn strode into the gardens instead, followed by Raul. "You've acted foolishly." He approached her shaking his head.
"How dare you say such!" She turned to him and glared.
"You let all cordiality fly out the window and now that you're an object of desire to men you're allowing yourself to become the most spoilt, foolish, arrogant little woman I've ever met." He sighed as her face reddened. "I'm telling you this as a friend."
"Raul, He came across all wrong. The introductions weren't even proper. I want someone who will actually consider waiting until he has at least danced with me, and can actually compliment me without ruining it all. I want an intelligent man. You said yourself, it has to be a man I can respect." She pleaded her case.
"Why do you use excuses? Just because you can't personally respect him doesn't mean you can't show him respect." Raul sighed and took her arm and walked with her. "You'll find someone that you can respect, and hopefully, he won't be a Spaniard."
Raul laughed as Aislinn smiled. "Have you overheard them talking of who is to come next?" She looked to her friend pleadingly.
"No, but I can consult Mother on the subject." They both continued on until they reached one of the small fishponds. He sat her on a little stone bench and sighed. "Perhaps, instead of letting all the men come to you here, you should travel with your father and meet young gentlemen that way."
She looked at him and smiled, "That is a grand idea! Oh, thank you Raul! Thank you!" She embraced her friend and kissed him on the cheek. He grinned and lifted her from the bench.
"Now that you are in lighter spirits, how about I escort you to your father and leave you with him?" He smiled setting her upon the ground.
She looked to the ground, "I believe he is still angry with me."
"And rightfully so, but that doesn't mean you can't present the idea to perhaps lighten his spirits as well." Raul took her arm and escorted her back to the chateau.
He escorted her past the line of servants washing the wall of windows in the ballroom, stopped, and looked to her in question. "Is this a sign of things to come?"
"Oh, I do hope so! I love balls!" She smiled and pulled Raul quickly to the morning room where her father was reading the London news. "Father!" She smiled and release Raul at the door and approached him, "May I speak with you?"
"Come in, and please, close the door." He turned to Raul who was closing it, "No offence to you."
"Father, may I perhaps make a bargain with you?" Aislinn pleaded.
"I'm listening." He crossed his hands after placing down the news. "Instead of having these pursuers come here, perhaps, when you travel again, I could come with you. I've only ever been to London. I'd like to see more of England, and besides, I'd be able to entertain the thought of more company and build real acquaintances that could come visit here and do a proper proposal." She sat on the ottoman beside him and he nodded. "Perhaps, but after we have the spring ball. The valley people are looking forward to it and I could not deny them this celebration after all their hard work in the vineyard. I will send letters to my friends up north and see what they think. The summer is a wonderful time to travel, so we shall see. If that is all, I must get back to my news." She nodded and rose leaving the room. After leaving the room and closing the door she was startled by Raul's presence right next to her.
"Goodness! You'll make me faint."
"I have never seen you on an occasion that you would, so I truly am not worried."
She sighed and took his arm. "Where is your mother? I must ask her when the spring ball is to be, and have her help me with my decision of what to wear!" She smiled giddily.
"You women and your silly obsession with clothing. You all look like damned peacocks at those silly dances!" he shook his head sighing.
"You dress up as well! As tradition serves, I always serve my first dance with you!" She smiled taking both his hands.
"Yes, but I wear a simple muslin suit and must get back to work directing the servants after that first dance." He let go of her hands and proceeded to walk away.
"Are you upset with me?" She stopped and looked at him.
"Yes, to be frank, yes. Your foolish behavior, and no contrary passions have led me to be quite upset with you. I will be fine after a few hours, but for now I need to work. I'd suggest you go find something to occupy your time, such as perhaps one of those silly French periodicals you read." He walked down the corridor and left.
She proceeded up the steps, passed floors of rooms never used and floors of rooms for servants, and a floor entirely dedicated to the late Misses Porter. She stopped and turned down the corridor through the many brightly lit rooms with dust cloths over all the furniture. She had never explored this floor other than the bathing room that she used occasionally. She came upon a set of embossed double doors with cherubs and flowers. She slowly turned the glass knobs and found herself in a large bedchamber. The room was huge, with a large canopy bed covered in fine satin and silk pillows, and a large vanity filled with make-up, powders, perfumes, oils, and nail varnishes. There were also little statues atop the fireplace and mirrors and painting all over the room. She gazed at the ceiling of the room and found herself trapped in a magnificent scene of angels singing and dancing about the heavens.
"What are you doing in here?" Adella entered the room behind her and closed the doors. "I was curious, I had never been in these rooms before this." She continued to stare at the ceiling and turn to take in the whole painting.
"The Master had those done especially for his late wife. She loved art, and that is why there is that scene of stars on your ceiling, she especially hated plain ceilings after going to Italy and seeing the Sistine Chapel. She was his entire life, and then, she died during childbirth. Their son then became his whole life, until he left." Adella sighed and sat them both down on the bed.
"Why did he leave?" Aislinn looked curiously at Adella.
"When the Master's son reached the age of 17, he fought with his father. It was a very stormy night, and he insisted that he was old enough to start learning the business, but the Master refused. Said that he would have to find a woman first. Angrily, his son left taking the finest horse we had saying he wouldn't return until he found the perfect woman. After a month, the Master started looking. Then every year he set out and followed every lead he ever had. It had been six years since his disappearance when you showed up and brought him out of his misery." She smiled and petted Aislinn's dark hair. "He would be 33 now?" Aislinn inquired. "Yes, but the Master never heard from him again. I came here while the late Misses Porter was still pregnant with the son. My husband and I were fleeing from France. He was so wonderful to Raul when he was born. He treated him like a little brother and they both loved each other deeply. Raul was so hurt when his son disappeared." Adella sighed and stood from the bed.
"Adella, what was his son's name?" Aislinn stood as Adella went to leave the room and paused.
"Laury. His son's name was Laury Porter." She sighed and left the room. Aislinn stood staring around the room until she uncovered an oil portrait of the late Misses Porter. She was pale, delicate, with large watery blue eyes and fair curly golden hair kept up atop her head. She wore silver drop earrings and a pearl necklace in a fine white gown. Her beauty was astounding.
Aislinn left the room in a strange numbness. She felt as though she had been denied this knowledge, however, she also felt that she had invaded the privacy of a man she truly adored and cherished. She then ran down the hall to find Adella again.
"Adella, when is the ball?" Aislinn calmly asked.
"A fortnight, why?" Adella asked, still upset from the story.
"Would you mind helping me prepare, please?" Aislinn asked.
"I would not mind at all, little one." Adella walked down the hallway and out of sight as Aislinn run up the stairs to her room to stair at the valley once again and clear her thoughts.
For ten years she was a stranger, and even now in a house full of love, she could say very little for her hopes and dreams involving those surrounding her. She had spent the day in her room reading, and Raul never came to be with her. She stared out from the terrace watching the birds fly about the refuse heap on the far side of the estate. She closed her eyes and in her mind pictured the little colorful wagons moving across the hills in the distance.
The night, she awoke with a start as she kept her hand about her throat trying to control her breathing. What had she seen? She knew what she saw and the details slowly evaporated into the darkness about her. She stood and pulled the curtains open in a violent motion and stared out. There were little lights moving on the horizon. She closed her eyes and fleed to her bed sobbing. "It was just a nightmare."
"As often as necessary. You have to understand my dear, Aislinn, you are approaching an age where you must wed. I will bring my noble friends' sons to meet with you, and hopefully you shall find one that will fit your tastes. God knows, I may even bring you some Spaniards if I get desperate enough!" He sighed and walked into the house.
Aislinn strode into the gardens instead, followed by Raul. "You've acted foolishly." He approached her shaking his head.
"How dare you say such!" She turned to him and glared.
"You let all cordiality fly out the window and now that you're an object of desire to men you're allowing yourself to become the most spoilt, foolish, arrogant little woman I've ever met." He sighed as her face reddened. "I'm telling you this as a friend."
"Raul, He came across all wrong. The introductions weren't even proper. I want someone who will actually consider waiting until he has at least danced with me, and can actually compliment me without ruining it all. I want an intelligent man. You said yourself, it has to be a man I can respect." She pleaded her case.
"Why do you use excuses? Just because you can't personally respect him doesn't mean you can't show him respect." Raul sighed and took her arm and walked with her. "You'll find someone that you can respect, and hopefully, he won't be a Spaniard."
Raul laughed as Aislinn smiled. "Have you overheard them talking of who is to come next?" She looked to her friend pleadingly.
"No, but I can consult Mother on the subject." They both continued on until they reached one of the small fishponds. He sat her on a little stone bench and sighed. "Perhaps, instead of letting all the men come to you here, you should travel with your father and meet young gentlemen that way."
She looked at him and smiled, "That is a grand idea! Oh, thank you Raul! Thank you!" She embraced her friend and kissed him on the cheek. He grinned and lifted her from the bench.
"Now that you are in lighter spirits, how about I escort you to your father and leave you with him?" He smiled setting her upon the ground.
She looked to the ground, "I believe he is still angry with me."
"And rightfully so, but that doesn't mean you can't present the idea to perhaps lighten his spirits as well." Raul took her arm and escorted her back to the chateau.
He escorted her past the line of servants washing the wall of windows in the ballroom, stopped, and looked to her in question. "Is this a sign of things to come?"
"Oh, I do hope so! I love balls!" She smiled and pulled Raul quickly to the morning room where her father was reading the London news. "Father!" She smiled and release Raul at the door and approached him, "May I speak with you?"
"Come in, and please, close the door." He turned to Raul who was closing it, "No offence to you."
"Father, may I perhaps make a bargain with you?" Aislinn pleaded.
"I'm listening." He crossed his hands after placing down the news. "Instead of having these pursuers come here, perhaps, when you travel again, I could come with you. I've only ever been to London. I'd like to see more of England, and besides, I'd be able to entertain the thought of more company and build real acquaintances that could come visit here and do a proper proposal." She sat on the ottoman beside him and he nodded. "Perhaps, but after we have the spring ball. The valley people are looking forward to it and I could not deny them this celebration after all their hard work in the vineyard. I will send letters to my friends up north and see what they think. The summer is a wonderful time to travel, so we shall see. If that is all, I must get back to my news." She nodded and rose leaving the room. After leaving the room and closing the door she was startled by Raul's presence right next to her.
"Goodness! You'll make me faint."
"I have never seen you on an occasion that you would, so I truly am not worried."
She sighed and took his arm. "Where is your mother? I must ask her when the spring ball is to be, and have her help me with my decision of what to wear!" She smiled giddily.
"You women and your silly obsession with clothing. You all look like damned peacocks at those silly dances!" he shook his head sighing.
"You dress up as well! As tradition serves, I always serve my first dance with you!" She smiled taking both his hands.
"Yes, but I wear a simple muslin suit and must get back to work directing the servants after that first dance." He let go of her hands and proceeded to walk away.
"Are you upset with me?" She stopped and looked at him.
"Yes, to be frank, yes. Your foolish behavior, and no contrary passions have led me to be quite upset with you. I will be fine after a few hours, but for now I need to work. I'd suggest you go find something to occupy your time, such as perhaps one of those silly French periodicals you read." He walked down the corridor and left.
She proceeded up the steps, passed floors of rooms never used and floors of rooms for servants, and a floor entirely dedicated to the late Misses Porter. She stopped and turned down the corridor through the many brightly lit rooms with dust cloths over all the furniture. She had never explored this floor other than the bathing room that she used occasionally. She came upon a set of embossed double doors with cherubs and flowers. She slowly turned the glass knobs and found herself in a large bedchamber. The room was huge, with a large canopy bed covered in fine satin and silk pillows, and a large vanity filled with make-up, powders, perfumes, oils, and nail varnishes. There were also little statues atop the fireplace and mirrors and painting all over the room. She gazed at the ceiling of the room and found herself trapped in a magnificent scene of angels singing and dancing about the heavens.
"What are you doing in here?" Adella entered the room behind her and closed the doors. "I was curious, I had never been in these rooms before this." She continued to stare at the ceiling and turn to take in the whole painting.
"The Master had those done especially for his late wife. She loved art, and that is why there is that scene of stars on your ceiling, she especially hated plain ceilings after going to Italy and seeing the Sistine Chapel. She was his entire life, and then, she died during childbirth. Their son then became his whole life, until he left." Adella sighed and sat them both down on the bed.
"Why did he leave?" Aislinn looked curiously at Adella.
"When the Master's son reached the age of 17, he fought with his father. It was a very stormy night, and he insisted that he was old enough to start learning the business, but the Master refused. Said that he would have to find a woman first. Angrily, his son left taking the finest horse we had saying he wouldn't return until he found the perfect woman. After a month, the Master started looking. Then every year he set out and followed every lead he ever had. It had been six years since his disappearance when you showed up and brought him out of his misery." She smiled and petted Aislinn's dark hair. "He would be 33 now?" Aislinn inquired. "Yes, but the Master never heard from him again. I came here while the late Misses Porter was still pregnant with the son. My husband and I were fleeing from France. He was so wonderful to Raul when he was born. He treated him like a little brother and they both loved each other deeply. Raul was so hurt when his son disappeared." Adella sighed and stood from the bed.
"Adella, what was his son's name?" Aislinn stood as Adella went to leave the room and paused.
"Laury. His son's name was Laury Porter." She sighed and left the room. Aislinn stood staring around the room until she uncovered an oil portrait of the late Misses Porter. She was pale, delicate, with large watery blue eyes and fair curly golden hair kept up atop her head. She wore silver drop earrings and a pearl necklace in a fine white gown. Her beauty was astounding.
Aislinn left the room in a strange numbness. She felt as though she had been denied this knowledge, however, she also felt that she had invaded the privacy of a man she truly adored and cherished. She then ran down the hall to find Adella again.
"Adella, when is the ball?" Aislinn calmly asked.
"A fortnight, why?" Adella asked, still upset from the story.
"Would you mind helping me prepare, please?" Aislinn asked.
"I would not mind at all, little one." Adella walked down the hallway and out of sight as Aislinn run up the stairs to her room to stair at the valley once again and clear her thoughts.
For ten years she was a stranger, and even now in a house full of love, she could say very little for her hopes and dreams involving those surrounding her. She had spent the day in her room reading, and Raul never came to be with her. She stared out from the terrace watching the birds fly about the refuse heap on the far side of the estate. She closed her eyes and in her mind pictured the little colorful wagons moving across the hills in the distance.
The night, she awoke with a start as she kept her hand about her throat trying to control her breathing. What had she seen? She knew what she saw and the details slowly evaporated into the darkness about her. She stood and pulled the curtains open in a violent motion and stared out. There were little lights moving on the horizon. She closed her eyes and fleed to her bed sobbing. "It was just a nightmare."
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Please Login to post comments| On February 16th 2007 onaipwolf Said : | |
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Good chapter. Perhaps you could elaborate a little on the dream, though.. |
| On February 16th 2007 missittibitti Said : | |
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:) |
