Teurig

Prologue August, 1811 London She felt out of her element, yet prepared.
These contradictions fed the fire in her eyes and the blush of her cheeks. The light of the scattered candles danced in the crystal pins holding the dark curls on top of her head. So many men, so few women, she thought as she moved through the throng. I must speak to someone,she chided herself. She had been at Lord Etheringtons soire over an hour and had yet to make contact with anyone, let alone anyone of use. She was however, adding to her men of interest list. She laughed at how her step-mamma would approve. The dark-eyed beauty refilled her glass unaware that two pairs of eyes followed her. The first belonged to Lord Malcolm Barton, Earl of Sutton. His grey eyes feasted on her beauty, had ever since she removed her wrap revealing her fine figure clad in a burgundy gown. A bit too modest for my taste, he thought, she must be new. I have never seen her before. And God knows I would remember a woman like that. When she laughed he was mesmerized. It was clear and rich as a bell ringing and free of artifice. How long has it been since Ive heard someone laugh like that? he wondered. Across the room another man entertained similar thoughts. Fitzwilliam Darcy had been at Etheringtons almost two hours and had found it a bit of a horror. Initially looking forward to an evening away from female society of the marrying-minded variety, he was deeply disappointed. There were a smattering of interesting gentlemen but they were involved in political discussions or engaged with the more-than-available women. Chiding himself for his prudery, he could not make himself consider any of them as anything but silly. The women were as mercenary as those met at more socially acceptable evenings, only more candid. While the men - what he could make of them - were making fools of themselves, or embroiled in conversations too treasonous to consider. Good God, Crowley and Dresden are actually talking about committing crimes against the crown. Fitzwilliam will most certainly hear about this in the morning. When he heard her laugh he stopped regretting where he was. Instinctively he moved towards the sound finding her in the midst of one of the few non-political conversations in the room. Unlike the other beauties promoting their charms, she hung back as if hiding, not wanting to be noticed. He watched her listen to Lord Etherington tell his little tale, amusement dancing in her eyes but not at his tale. Her amusement was in his holding court in all his finery, a little too much in his cups. Her mouth was not contorted in the cynical smile popular with women of the ton just a sincere recognition of the mans folly. When she felt his eyes upon her, she discreetly shifted so that their eyes met. He gasped at what he found. Their fire and depth froze him as he felt her challenge in meeting his stare,
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directly, unflinching, demanding to know his intent. Darcy, there you are old man! Alex Saunders called out. Darcy? Darcy, she thought remembering she had heard his name at her godfathers house. Comparing her memories with the man facing her she quickly made a decision and set her plan in motion. She found him staring out a garden window. Are you always so taciturn, sir? she asked quietly to him alone. As she did, Lord Barton stepped into the seemingly empty chamber. Only three or four small groups remained as the midnight hour approached. Usually. He smiled at the delight in her eyes. When I am unacquainted with the majority of my peers. She smiled into the darkness of his eyes, searching, he felt, for something. Truly? she asked beguilingly. He responded with a quirk of his eyebrow, as if uncertain of her intent. I thought all of Lord Etheringtons guests were acquainted. Perhaps, but I am here at the invitation of Alex Saunders, who is a guest of Lord Etherington. The womans dark eyes opened widely for a moment. Darcy could see her processing this information and he disengaged warily from admiring her. Recovering herself the lady continued, So you do not know of this Teurig Ive heard so much of this evening? No, madam, I am afraid I do not, he replied testing her. Splendid. A smile spread upon her mouth rendering Darcy helpless. Her eyes were gentle and inviting, guileless, relieved. However, I will gladly learn. A whisper was all his lungs could spare so taken was he by the beauty before him. I believe I need something to drink, she whispered back to him, their eyes leading in dangerous directions. Of course. Darcy signaled one of the footmen who quickly returned with two glasses of champagne. They each took one of the crystal stems in hand, and she looked up at his full lips before raising her eyes once again to his. Quickly she turned her gaze downward to her glass breathing in slowly to calm herself. The crystal rose to her lips. As the glass withdrew, her lips were wet from the golden liquid. Darcys eyes dilated as desire flushed through his body. Placing her free hand on his arm, she leaned into him while quietly speaking, Perhaps I will reveal the Teurig to you, in full.
With her slight form pressing into him, he did not notice the top of the young womans ring. Open, its white contents fell silently into the amber liquid. He felt her increase the pressure on his arm, his senses reeled with thoughts of the pleasures they might share. Distracted he failed to notice the movement of her arm on his, how it gently mixed the powder into his drink. Looking directly into his eyes she took a long drink from her glass, both hands grasping its bowl as if it would drop without their support. Smiling at her loss of composure he drank deeply from his goblet. She blushed. He did as well. She returned her hand to his arm, drawing him in as much with her eyes as with her body. She leaned up on her toes, her cheek nearly grazing his. Her hand slid up his arm, beckoning his ear closer to receive her whisper. Or perchance we shall learn the secrets of this Teurig together. She pulled back locking his gaze with her own. As Lord Barton watched, his eyes narrow with passion, annoyed that his political target for the evening had escaped. He found the creature on Darcys arm more enticing. Her leaving with Darcy tore at his equilibrium and he tried to pull his thoughts together. A woman laughed one room away and as he recalled the dark beautys laughter, his heart stilled. I must ask Etherington where he found her. The dark-haired woman walked, away with Darcy following, his glass left carelessly on a window sill. She stopped in a darkened alcove. He swayed before her, his head reeling heady with her nearness, heat pouring from their bodies. She whispered in his ear and they found his coat, her wrap. The cool air of the summers night revived him momentarily. He looked at her uncertain as they stood outside the pillared doorway. He was about to retreat when she looked up and the last thing he saw was the sparkle in her dark, fine eyes. *--* *--* Chapter One November, 1811 Netherfield Netherfield had never looked more festive. Autumn leaves, berries and pinecones decorated the halls giving the elegant ballroom a rustic feel with a true melding of town and country. The ladies of Meryton were in their finest as excitement rumbled through the ballroom. Many young hearts were thrilled anticipating the touch and rhythmic embrace of dancing with the recently installed militia. Finally there would be enough young men to satisfy the number of women willing to dance. Charlotte! Over here, Mary King called out to her friend. Mary. How lovely you look this evening. Has she come? Yes. She sent word upon her arrival, yesterday. Both women smiled. Charlotte continued. I have not seen her, but I can only imagine the chaos reigning at Longbourn
this day. The ladies laughed knowingly. Too true. Miss King attempted to stop giggling. Their conversation was interrupted by the footman, Mr. and Mrs. Bennet, Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth, Miss Mary, Miss Catherine and Miss Lydia Bennet. And Mr. William Collins. The two ladies rushed, well, as calmly as two well trained young gentlewomen could, into the front of the reception hall to greet their friends. There they found Mr. and Mrs. Bennet greeting Mr. and Miss Bingley. They could see Mr. Bingleys gaze already drinking in the beauty that was Miss Jane Bennet. She looked lovely in her gown of ivory silk overlaid with the lightest blue organza. Matching flowers were embroidered along the neckline. Mr. Bingley was entranced as he caught sight of her hair in a lovely silk ribbon with her eyes smiling and serene. He held her hand a moment longer than proper, releasing it only when he heard a laugh, like a waterfall of good humor from behind his angel. *--* *--* The sound of laughter caught him by surprise. Her laugh. Impossible, yet there it is again. Rich and velvety as bells on Christmas morn. He rushed to its source as Miss Bennet introduced the dark-haired woman to Bingley. She looked up and there before him were the eyes that had held him these last three months. Mr. Bingley, may I introduce my sister, Elizabeth Bennet? She is just returned from London. Jane was more than pleased that Elizabeth would finally meet her Mr. Bingley. The young woman stepped forward to take Bingleys hand. While an appropriate smile graced her lips it was her eyes gleaming with mischief at catching her calm sister engaging in romantic blushes that made the Bingley chuckle. Jane obliged by blushing becomingly. A pleasure Miss Elizabeth. I thank you Mr. Bingley. Although I am sure it pales in comparison to your joy at another member of the Bennet household? Bingley was now the one to blush. Miss Elizabeth, how we feared you would not make it in time to attend. Caroline Bingley wanted the reception line to end so she could focus her attention on Mr. Darcy. She was pleasantly surprised to find him standing at the end of the receiving line next to Mr. Hurst. Darcy looked across the small gathering of people in front of him. There she stood, his dark-haired beauty not two people away. He closed his eyes as his mind reeled. He felt her lips upon his own. His hand rose to his temple covering his eyes. Jane noticed and asked, Mr. Darcy, are you well? Taking a moment to calm himself, he replied, Yes, Miss Bennet I am well. He took her
hand and bowed. You look lovely this evening. Thank you. She smiled through a becoming blush before looking back at Bingley. Darcy, may I introduce Miss Bennets sister, Miss Elizabeth Bennet? Bingley stepped forward to square off the little group. Darcy looked up and into the amazed eyes of Elizabeth Bennet lingering a moment too long before going into his customary bow and she her curtsey. Miss Bennet, a pleasure. Mr. Darcy. Dear Cousin Elizabeth, the fine orchestra is about to commence the festivities. Shall we? A chubby man dressed in black held his hand out to Elizabeth. Uncharacteristically resigned, she reluctantly took his stubby palm to her own. Darcy stood back in shock, his invitation to the dance hanging on his tongue. With an uncertain glance at him, Elizabeth turned towards the ball room. Darcy slowly walked behind the advancing couples leaving Caroline and Louisa Hurst in shock. *--* *--* Too many dances are given to other gentlemen. It is almost as if she is avoiding me. Could it be? he wondered. All evening he marveled at her beauty, the grace of her movements on the floor and off. So easily she skirted his advances, hiding in conversation with her many friends. Keeping to the perimeter of the room he kept his ears open, learning of her frequent travels to London and other parts of the country. Her godparents favored the frequent company of Miss Elizabeth and Miss Bennet, transporting them from the confines of Longbourn. The arrangement seemed to suit Elizabeth especially, as she did not get along well with the current Mrs. Bennet. After brief encounters with the woman, Darcy understood this implicitly and his appreciation for Elizabeths judgment rose. She was not connected by birth to the woman laying a future claim to Netherfield and Bingleys fortune. It was during the difficult time of Mr. Bennets second marriage that the two eldest began their summers with Elizabeths godparents. Not much was known about them, only of their kind and continuous care of the two young ladies. Darcy witnessed her escape onto one of the balconies off of the dining room. She was breathing the freshness of the autumn moonlight into her over-wrought lungs. The breeze played with wayward curls dodging their holding pins. The contrast of dark spirals against the ivory of her neck intoxicated Darcy, remembering as he did the warmth of her embrace
those many months ago. He recalled her touch as she had leaned into him, whispering in his ear. He stepped forward. She turned with alarm recognizing him. His approach blocked her escape. She looked away momentarily, marshaling her spirit. She faced him as he stopped in front of her, less than two feet away. Miss Elizabeth, he began. Mr. Darcy, she replied unsure of what was to come, her hands clasped in front of her. I am surprised to find you here, in Hertfordshire of all places. This is my home, Mr. Darcy. She was eager for this to end. Ah, but for how long? Her look was dangerous and wild. I do not believe I comprehend your meaning. I was simply wondering how long your home would remain here, if, perhaps your family and friends learned of the nocturnal interactions you have, say oh, in London? Elizabeth was speechless at the blatant threat he presented. She quickly assessed her opponent responding calmly and evenly. I could say the same to you, sir. Really? He seemed amused. How so? What concern could my relations have that I attend a social event at the home of one of my gentleman friends? Ah, so now Lord Etherington is a friend of yours is he? she asked, her instincts alert to a greater intelligence. He looked at her, startled at the aggressiveness in her question. No. More an acquaintance, really. What difference would that make? The better to explain your presence in a house of treason. She hissed so low he had to struggle to hear her words before she decidedly exited the balcony. By the time Darcy recovered his equilibrium she was lost in the throng of dancers and merrymakers. Chapter Two January, 1812 London The holiday season passed quietly for Darcy. He had returned to London two days
after the ball at Netherfield, taking Bingley along with him. Twinges of guilt plagued him in keeping his friend in town, but he was unsure of the Bennets suitability. That Bingley loved his Miss Bennet, or fancied himself in love, Darcy had no doubt. However, the unexplained presence of one unchaperoned Miss Elizabeth Bennet at Lord Etheringtons, the scandalous act of kissing him, and the hours he could not account for, did not bode well for the respectability of the family. While he did not tell of his first encounter with Elizabeth, he could not encourage his friend. Instead he kept Bingley busy with a whirlwind of social events which pleased only Caroline. Although he kept himself busy, nothing erased the fire of her eyes from his mind. They haunted him through the day, while her tempting body accompanied him throughout his dreams every night. He was lost between desire and reproach. He, the master of Pemberley, grandson to an Earl could not seek out a woman such as Elizabeth Bennet. Her country connections are cause enough to pause, he thought. Her unexplained presence at Lord Etheringtons placed her and her entire family out of serious consideration. Surreptitiously he inquired about her, not wanting to draw attention to his fascination for the bearer of such fine eyes. To his consternation their departure from the soire, together, was well known in his circle. Lord Barton had noticed her as well, vocalizing his hope that whatever she bestowed upon Darcy would soon belong to him. A rush of jealous protectiveness coursed through Darcys blood. In that moment he knew Elizabeth was his, and he was loathe to let someone of such notorious reputation as Lord Barton claim her. Still his doubts persisted. What am I to do about it? he asked himself continuously. Just when he felt sure of his intentions and her worth, he would remember that night. A woman attending a gentlemans party was expecting such attention, was she not? Darcy experienced the unfamiliar sensation of confusion. From what he could tell, the Bennets were a respectable, genteel family. And Elizabeth was in residence with her godparents. Perhaps they had attended the soiree as well? If only I knew who they were I might be able to solve this mystery, at least part of the mystery that is Elizabeth Bennet. *--* *--* As per his custom, Darcy called on Lord Aubrey two days after New Years delivering a bottle of smuggled, fine French cognac. He liked Lord Aubrey, who had been a friend of his late father as well as to the current Master of Pemberley. Winters, Lord Aubreys longtime butler ushered Darcy to the fireside where Lord Aubrey sat thinking. Darcy looked at the septuagenarian who had guided him through many dark days. He knew a near relation tended him through a recent bout of illness, but now his health had returned. By the silence in the house, he deduced that this unknown person must have departed, he hoped for good. Darcy? Is that you? Come here boy. Darcy approached the man taking his hand and shaking it warmly. Have a seat, dear boy, he indicated the chair next to him, and stay
awhile. Happy Christmas, Lord Aubrey. And a good New Year to you, too. The same to you, Darcy, the same to you, and Georgiana, of course. Darcy nodded in acknowledgment. I almost forgot. He presented the older man with the bottle of contraband cognac, enjoying the wry smile edging across his elders face. Georgiana would never forgive me if I failed to deliver this. She was especially adamant you receive it in a timely fashion. How is the dear girl? Lord Aubrey asked never taking his eyes off the coveted bottle in his hands. She is well. She spends the holidays with my Aunt and Uncle Fitzwilliam. Then we may rest assured she has had an enjoyable holiday. Indeed Would you care to join me in christening this? the older man held up the bottle. So early, Lord Aubrey? Darcy pondered the reasons Lord Aubrey was drinking earlier than usual. Tis early in the day I agree, but I have heard so much of this vintage, I confess I am eager to partake of its pleasures. Lord Aubrey noticed the scowl on Darcys fine face. Come man, at my age I am allowed to bend the rules a bit. There is no time to waste. And I will not let a gentleman drink alone, answered Darcy finally replacing the frown with an unrestrained smile. When they had savored their first glass of the fragrant spirit, Darcy broke the silence. So, Aubrey, where is this paragon of virtue you describe in your last letter? Darcy asked, suspicious that this person or persons were coming in for the kill as Lord Aubreys health declined. Gone home, man. Darcy raised an eyebrow while Lord Aubrey chuckled. Shes making arrangements with her family. Darcy noted the shadow that fell across his elders face. Lord Aubrey looked to the fire lost in thoughts - thoughts that did not play happily across his countenance, disturbing Darcy even more. When done, she and her sister will come live with me. He tilted the glass to harvest its last drop. Is that wise, sir?
Lord Aubrey looked up at Darcy sharply, measuring his intent. She is my heir, Darcy. The old man coughed a bit longer than Darcy felt comfortable with. When able to catch his breath, the Earl continued. Little Lizzy needs to learn much to manage my affairs, he noticed the direction Darcys eyebrow had taken. My business affairs, Darcy. The older man eyed the son of one of his closest friends, wondering how much to reveal. He and Lady Aubrey along with Thomas Bennet, had decided long ago to keep Lizzys connections unknown to the world at large. The summers spent with her god-parents roaming the hills, valleys and woods of their estates allowed Elizabeth to see firsthand the care Lord Aubrey took with his tenants. Lord Edwin Aubrey had, unlike most of his class felt obligated to those who worked his land. He also had an infinite curiosity for things concerned with science, learning and innovation. It is what had turned two rather shy Cambridge students from varying backgrounds into friends. While Thomas Bennet favored literature and philosophy, Lord Aubrey excelled in science and creativity. Working with some of the most innovative minds of his time, Lord Aubrey utilized his estates as laboratories for new theories and discoveries in agriculture, ship building and forestry. His lands prospered because his innovative drive was well-tempered by the practicality of his wife, Lady Gwendolyn. She saw to it that a portion of the land employed traditional methods. Together they supported the inventors about to break into the industrial age as well as the writers, painters and poets in whom they took such great delight. Until her death three years prior, Lady Gwendolyn had given Lizzy the love and guidance lacking in her step-mother. Gwendolyn had introduced Elizabeth to Charlotte the Queen Mother, and Gwendolyns friends, most of who collectively made up the first tier of British society. Knowing them as dear friends of her god-mother, Elizabeth felt safe in their company. The women adored her and Jane who would occasionally accompany Lizzy on her travels. Since Lady Gwendolyns death Lizzy had changed, withdrawn into herself spending more time with Lord Aubrey. Jane felt shut out, torn between loyalty to her marriage-minded step-mother and that due her free-spirited sister. It was not that she begrudged Elizabeth a safe haven where her liveliness was appreciated and her mind challenged by new ideas and brilliant conversation. It was that she missed having Lizzy to herself where they could indulge their talents to the benefit of both. *--* *--* Mid-January 1812 Treemore House London Elizabeth and Jane sat in the alcove of Treemore House, Lord Aubreys London home on a sunny January afternoon. Heads bent, they focused on the puzzle laid out before them.
They were exhausted, having endured a most trying month and a half. Mr. Bennets illness, which had kept Jane at Longbourn the summer before was finally over. His heart gave way two weeks before Christmas plunging the ladies into dark misery. As prearranged with Mr. Bennet, Lord Aubrey, Elizabeths godfather, collected Jane and Elizabeth. He would assume legal responsibility for the two elder Bennets. Mrs. Bennet and her three daughters were to stay with the Gardiners in Cheapside until new accommodations could be arranged. Their holiday season was bittersweet. Mr. Collins had given them until Christmas to vacate the manor expressing his desire to ring in the New Year in his new home. Charlotte Collins apologized profusely, refusing to step foot in the house to give her grieving friends the space and time to come terms with the life changes they faced. Elizabeth and Jane understood and met their friend on walks or on visits to Lucas Lodge. They, too, wished to avoid the hysterics of Mrs. Bennet bemoaning her upcoming fate in the hedgerows. Their last day in Meryton was cold and gray. The woods and meadows Elizabeth had lovingly roamed were barren, as if they, too, were in mourning. Since Elizabeths packing was complete, she took a last walk to Oakham Mount. Memories floated on the breeze bringing snippets of the autumnal afternoons spent with a beloved book, or the hours spent with Jane working on a word puzzle mathematical equations. She laughed remembering the times Jane had tried to explain Pythagoras genius to her. As she passed the pond she recalled the stolen moments she, Jane and Charlotte went skinny dipping in the moonlight. They had talked of true love, their dreams and ambitions to travel and see the world. She could hear echoes of their laughter when a stag had come to drink the cool dark water scaring them silly, thinking he was the Vicars son, Robert. So many pleasant memories of riding with her father out in the fields, visiting tenants, listening to the improvements he tried to convince his farmers to adopt. Many had their yield increase by his suggestions, profiting Longbourn greatly. She thought about their future under the guidance of the witless Mr. Collins. At least Charlotte will be there to protect them. She knows we will pass on Lord Aubreys suggestions. Wistfully she thought of all the children she had seen grow up and begin families of their own. All the adventures they had in the woods pretending to be explorers, pirates, and generals in the war against the colonies. She smiled and looked up finding herself at the climbing tree on the border of Longbourns gardens. Looking back at the house, making sure she was unobserved, she scrambled up the tree to the uppermost branch she thought could hold her without breaking. You and I, my friend, she spoke to the tree, are both much taller, older and dare I say a bit weightier. She sighed as she looked over the expanse of her childhood haven. And my heart is weighty indeed, my friend. No skinned knee, or bruised elbow this time, but a far deeper pain I cannot seem to heal. Elizabeth cried, shedding tears for missing her fathers smile, the twinkle in his eye. She cried for losing her house and the true end of her childhood. She and Jane were alone in the world. Orphans. True, Lord Aubrey was a second-father to her, but it was not quite the same, not yet. Her heart ached for her
fathers arms, the way he would tease her into good humor, his patient explanations over ideas, people and events going on in the world. She did not know how she would go on missing the way just his presence in the room calmed her fears. All this and more was buried in the ground with her father and her life would never be the same. Eventually, her heart calmed, her mind cleared, her tears dried and the past weeks events progressed through her mind. Mrs. Bennet had taken to her room, hysterical. Lizzy was briefly able to see past her annoyance as she and Jane made the arrangements for the funeral, as well as Mrs. Bennets future. She was able to see, every now and then, the genuine grief Mrs. Bennet endured and felt better that she and Jane had done what they could to ensure the well-being of their step-family. As for their own future, Lord Aubrey had taken them aside, along with Mr. Gardiner, standing in for his sister. Lord Aubrey produced a document declaring that he would assume personal and financial responsibility for Jane and Elizabeth. He had known their mother, Abigail, and as god-father to Elizabeth he not only felt obligated to provide for them, but his own affections for her demanded he do so. When the women protested that this was too much he took both their hands in his and spoke, tears in his eyes. You two gave Gwendolyn and myself so much after Henry died. And then, Lizzy, when Gwen was taken from me, if not for you, and dear Jane, I would have been lost. This is the least I can do for you and for my dear friend, Thomas. He felt it best, I feel it best and you know, deep in your heart it is best, do you not? He looked directly into Lizzys eyes until she bowed her head and nodded. The notion that someone could love her enough to care for her in her hour of need, when she felt weak, vulnerable and alone was still hard for her to accept. He then turned to Jane locking her gaze until she too, nodded her agreement. Both felt better when looking at the document that it was signed by both their real mother and father. That their parents entrusted their care to Lord Aubrey gave them a sense of being loved, even from beyond the grave. They stared at the signatures, both so precious to them now, and cried. Lord Aubrey looked at Mr. Gardiner who he saw wipe a tear from his eye. Both men nodded their agreement and left the girls in the library, alone together, to accept their new direction. *--* *--* Elizabeth Bennet was publicly announced as the heir to Lord Edwin Aubrey, twelfth Earl of Ferrars. She would inherit his estate, Belton House, in Nottinghamshire, the London manor, Treemore House, along with houses in East Anglia, Dover and Plymouth. This simple announcement, buried in the legal section of the newspaper made Elizabeth though very single -- a very wealthy woman. She quickly established her sister, Jane, in residence with herself, dispatching her step family to a cottage on their estate in East Anglia near Worthing-on-Sea. There they would have an adequate allowance put under the control of the most practical eldest daughter, Mary Bennet. Jane, Elizabeth, and Lord Aubrey felt this to be the wisest decision, as none felt
comfortable leaving the Bennets to the charity of their cousin, William Collins to whom Longbourn was entailed. Although protection was promised by Mrs. Collins, Elizabeth felt Charlotte, her childhood friend, had enough to contend with in her new husband without the shattering nerves of Fanny Bennet and her daughters. *--* *--* Elizabeth and Jane had returned to London the night before from the harangue of settling their step-family in their new home. They now sat in silence working their puzzle, allowing stillness and time to soothe and replenish their strength. The two had worked puzzles since their early childhood. Their uncanny ability to seamlessly find the missing piece with the ease and rapidity in which they completed their task, proclaimed to Thomas Bennet that his girls were truly extraordinary. Word of their unique talents was quickly passed on to Lord Aubrey and his associates. Lord Aubrey had collected a unique group of colleagues, one of whom had been Mr. Bennet, who attempted, through various means, to keep enemies of the crown at bay. Jane excelled in mathematics, while Elizabeth excelled in languages, along with an uncanny sense for divining strategy. These abilities enabled the girls to break codes that Lord Aubrey and his associates struggled over. It was during the first Napoleonic War, when the Army was desperate to crack French codes that their talents proved essential. Then, as young girls, they had stumbled upon the papers left overnight in the library, their favorite room in Belton House. By the time the men regrouped from their late night working session, the girls had unraveled more than half the code. Both Mr. Bennet and Lord Aubrey had chuckled as the various colonels and lieutenants who had struggled with the code, were now stupefied that their quagmire had in fact become childs play. Yet it was the look of glee on Little Lizzy and Jane that intrigued Lord Aubrey. Through the years they had uncovered plots that would have assisted the enemy and thwarted diplomatic missions. For the sisters it was a challenge, like a jigsaw, finding and placing the pieces correctly to gain the larger picture. Elizabeth was fluent in five languages by the age of fourteen, and loved word play, anagrams and creating secret languages with their own grammar and syntax. Together with Janes mathematical abilities, they translated many of the French and Austrian messages in a more timely fashion then their military comrades. As difficult as it was for the military command to accept Lord Aubreys help it was immeasurably more difficult for them to accept the help of the two maidens. Therefore all took great pains to conceal their involvement. The young women were looking forward to working on the recent messages intercepted by British intelligence. They were tasked with piecing together the sequence and meaning of the disparate information hidden in the shipping news, reports of troop movements and transport of civilian supplies along with reading newspapers from as many areas as possible. Their work would keep their minds off their personal turmoil. Their father was dead, and they were almost midway through their formal mourning period. Once the
official mourning was concluded Jane and Elizabeth would be formally presented to Queen Charlotte. Although they had met her Majesty many times at Belton House and at Windsor, Lord Aubrey felt it important to present his heir and her sister formally to Society. The ladies would occasionally go to a concert with their Aunt and Uncle Gardiner but being in mourning, they avoided making new acquaintances. Their appearance generated much attention from the males attending each performance. That no one knew their identities added to the gossip circulating about their persons. Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy not knowing the ladies were in London made no effort to seek them out, nor did they associate the Longbourn beauties with the two mysterious women upon who so much gossip centered. Jane and Elizabeth had attempted to call on the superior sisters once. Both Caroline and Louisa were not at home, missing the Aubrey carriage amble away from their door. Caroline saw the family crest only in passing, wondering who on her street was connected to such an important family. In April they would travel to their estate in Dover. This was their only planned excursion before their formal mourning ended. When in Kent they would seek an introduction to one of Lady Gwendolyns girlhood friends, Lady Catherine de Bourgh. *--* *--* January, 1812 20 miles North of Worthing-on-Sea It was a cold night whose only blessing was that it was too cold for snow. Their tracks would be untraceable. A small but well-built carriage pulled up to Linden Hall. The lone occupant awaited his footman before exiting the pile of fur blankets lying across his middle-aged legs. Moving quickly he tried to escape the bitter sea wind that whipped his cheeks raw. Involuntarily he drew his great coat closer to him. The door to the imposing manor opened and he hurried in. Dignity was not meant for nights such as these. Lord Snowdon. How good of you to join us. Lord Malcolm Bartons voice echoed off the empty marble hall. It was cold stone on a cold night for a cold man. Barton. Couldnt we have met closer to town? Snowdon asked, irritated. Nonsense old man. There is nothing quite like sea air to clear a mans mind from the trivialities of town. Lord Barton was nothing if not condescending and derisive. The older man stiffened. I do not consider my duties at the treasury to be trivial, sir. Neither do I man. Neither do I. The men glared at each other. Now come. We who are
your friends await you. They walked into the dining room where various cold meats, cheeses and good wine awaited them. Lord Snowdon took in the personages sitting around the table. Some smirked, others looked quite uncomfortable. Etherington. Heaton. Barton, unavoidably, and St. Claire, as I expected. But Noolan? Carlington? St. Vine? I never thought they would stomach such a scheme. Barton is more clever than I gave him credit for. And more dangerous the last was a thought Lord Snowdon pushed into the recesses of his mind. With this group it will be relatively easy to wrestle at least financial control of the crown until the wastrels strangle to death. Then we take power, the power to which we by rights are entitled. We do all the work, after all. Figureheads, that is what they have become. Or maybe we will take a leaf from France and remove them, permanently. Lords Barton and Snowdon entered the room. The fire cackled as the heavy wooden door closed decidedly, sending a boom echoing through the empty halls. Chapter Three April, 1812 Canterbury The carriage ride to Queensdown Warren outside of Canterbury jostled Lizzys nerves. Rain had turned the good road into a constant ramble of mud and stone. Elizabeths thoughts were as jumbled as their carriage. She was confounded by thoughts of Charles Bingley, which led her to think of Darcy. Darcy was trusted by Lord Aubrey, but had been present at Etheringtons recruiting soire. She thought of her reasons for going there that evening. Nothing good had come from it, not really. Elizabeth had been disturbed that the Minister of the Exchequer and Sir Crowley, one of the wealthiest bankers in the realm, looked very comfortable in that sordid setting. She had caught pieces of their conversation and was extremely curious about the meaning of the term Teurig. I am certain it is code, but for what I remain, most frustratingly uncertain. She returned her attention to the innocence or guilt of Darcy and his friend, Bingley. That they left for London so suddenly after the November ball played havoc with her thoughts. She was grateful they had gone, as she had no explanation for her presence at Etheringtons that would quell the gossip, should Darcy mention their meeting there. Of course she could deny it, and given what Lydia and Kitty had said about him, Lizzy felt sure her denial would be believed over his version of events. But she knew that once her reputation was tainted, even by a wild story such as his, questions would always follow her. True, it does not signify as much now as we will not return to Hertfordshire again. She smiled thinking of Mrs. Philips and the Longs. Even if I ever do come back it will not be as plain old Miss Elizabeth Bennet but Miss Elizabeth Bennet, heir to Lord Edwin Aubrey. Elizabeth thought about Bingley as their journey continued. She needed a way to ascertain Bingleys character before allowing Jane to come into contact with him again. That they
would once more be in his company she was certain. Especially once his sister, Caroline, heard of their social ascension. Thoughts of Miss Bingley led Elizabeth to contemplate the society she would soon enter as a peer. She was already familiar with the intimates of Lord Aubreys social circle. And there was of course the Queen Mother. Aubreys wife, Gwendolyn, had been a lady in waiting when Queen Charlotte first came to court, and the two women shared the first years of their marriages in a friendship of discovery. Lizzy laughed thinking that their presentation at Court would be the least stressful event of their abbreviated season. It was the wider society that caused Lizzy to tremble. She had been to enough balls and social events to know the false nature of most of the ton. Only one thought allowed her any satisfaction while contemplating the coming months. Women were notorious at gossip and part of Lizzys forte was in understanding how to connect the reality beneath the random talk. Lizzy had the ability to extract vital information for the social engagements by observing the participants. Most criminals believed themselves better, smarter, more deserving than the ordinary person. Therefore, they took unreasonable chances, didnt bother covering their tracks or refrain from bragging rights. Elizabeth knew enough to decipher whatever camouflage they may impose upon their deeds. *--* *--* Their home in Canterbury, Queensdown Warren, was large but welcoming. It was well tended. You could see by the surrounding fields and the bustle of people around the outer buildings that it was a working farm. It was one of Lord Aubreys famous laboratories where luminaries in the scientific, agricultural and mechanical fields came to test their theories. There were fields given over to new crops and methods of fertilization and irrigation. One barn-like building was given to scientists chemists, botanists another was given to mechanical inventors and there was the occasional explosion to prove it. There was also a school for the tenants children and another for young women who wished to become midwives. Elizabeth was eager for the change of place and the rhythm of the country. Their first phase of mourning was over and Lord Aubrey felt it best to introduce Lizzy to country society around their estates before turning towards London. Lizzy thought of all the beautiful and expensive gowns they had bought for herself and Jane, and even of the coming balls with much anticipation. But inevitably, memories of the last dance she had attended intruded on her pleasant ruminations. Of all the places to find him, Meryton was the last I would have ever imagined him to be, she sighed. As if his following me out on to the balcony was not enough, he asked for the last dance of the evening in front of Mama! There was no way for me to escape that. Not with his 10,000 pounds. She recalled his uncertainty as she turned to face him. He was as nervous as I. His touch was as she remembered, arresting, his eyes deep, dark and inviting. And his mouth, oh my, his mouth leads me still to delights I have read about in books. I have never thought them possible. Her body began tingling then as now, in recalling his
velvety lips. All the memories with their accompanying sensations came rushing back to her. Now as then, she wanted to feel his arms around her once more but restrained herself. The effort had taken a toll on her. She had to do something to maintain her self-control, so she had spoken first. Have you been in Hertfordshire long, Mr. Darcy? her voice quivered. Almost three months now, Miss Elizabeth. The way her name sounded coming from his lips melted her core. It felt like a caress to her ear. Again let me express my surprise in finding you here. He continued observing as her demeanor changed from swoon to fire. You, he continued, have been in my thoughts constantly. She shot him a warning glance but he soldiered on. No, please, I mean you no harm; I just did not expect to see you again. And certainly not here. Nor I you. Lizzy was never so glad to break away from a partner in her life. Miss Elizabeth, I must ask, what were you doing at Lord Etheringtons? The words were barely out of his mouth when he regretted his bold act. The dance was broken by Sir William Lucas commenting on their skill and the promise of more to come when the blessed event occurred. Elizabeth and Darcy followed his line of sight to Jane and Bingley. Elizabeth was horrified and from what she could make of Darcys face he felt the same. Although she was willing to bet his discomfort derived from a different source. How long do you intend remaining at Netherfield? she asked more distantly once Sir Lucas had continued on his clueless way. We return to town in a day or two. Darcy was confused at her obvious relief and by her response. You look relieved. I am, She replied. He knew he should not but could not help himself. Surely you do not object to my friend? he asked incredulously. She arched her brow looking at him. He was entranced and enraged simultaneously while being greatly aroused. He felt most acutely alive and wanted nothing more than to continue this feeling, forever. *--* *--* The carriage took a hard bump returning Elizabeth to the present and her concern for Jane. Elizabeth knew Janes continued low spirits had more to do with the living than the dead. Lizzy knew there was nothing she could have done, still she felt responsible. The
Netherfield party left two mornings after the ball and had not been heard from since. A farewell note came from Caroline to Jane claiming that the Bingleys would not return. Subsequent events at Longbourn consumed their time and energy, but now, what to do? They had spent the last month learning about her new estates and working on unraveling the Teurig. It had kept them busy, but when they left Kent they would land in London beginning a busy season of the social kind. London brought her back to the men of Netherfield. What kind of man is this Charles Bingley? Jane thought highly, very highly of him, but so did Mrs. Bennet. He seems to have swept level-headed Jane off her feet, but then he has abandoned her to heart ache and village gossip. And those sisters! More insipid and vile creatures I cannot imagine. To imply that their departure was due to Mr. Bingley desiring to spend time with Miss Darcy after all the time he had devoted to Jane! That was just heartless and cruel and base and vile. Then there was Darcy, himself. As much as she wanted to push him out of her mind he kept pushing himself back in. Elizabeth had never before kissed a man outside of her family or Lord Aubrey. But his kiss had inflamed her even now, almost six months later. She felt her cheeks, their heat embarrassing her all the more. She knew that Jane and Mr. Bingley as well as she and Mr. Darcy would meet again, and soon. Both would participate in the London season, and Lord Aubrey was a family friend of theirs of long standing. What must he think of me? Oh, well I know what he must think of me. He practically called me a courtesan. She sighed and looked out the window despondently. And how can I refute his accusations? What would Lord Aubrey say? I have told him of the evening, even the need to see the gentleman home. But his kiss, I could not tell anyone what we had shared on his doorstep before I broke away to knock on his door. Unexpectedly he had risen from his stupor to entrap her in his arms, not that she struggled much. I really must look into the strength of that sleeping powder! His lips had crushed hers while his arms did the same. Hidden by her wrap they warmed her body, his hands pressing along each and every one of her curves. Overwhelmed, her blood ignited while her knees failed to support her and she lost herself in pleasure. She felt his body fall against her, crushing her to the doorway. The snorting of the cabs horse had called her back to reality and she extricated herself from his embrace directing her frustration to the knocker on his front door. That done, she flew down the steps to the waiting carriage. Once inside the cab she looked out the window as his footman helped his slumped frame up and into the house. Elizabeths hands felt for her lips, as they had all those months ago. This will not do. I must conquer this. I must find a way through this tangle of emotions churning around within me. She was grateful for the month in the country that lay between now and London.
Lizzy returned to the present when the carriage pulled up to Queensdown Manor. Alongside Lord Aubrey, Lizzy could see Henry Bainesbough and Stanley Marlowe. Both were engaged in studying soil supplementation to enhance productivity. The man next to them could only be Mr. Alfred Ruston, a noted chemist. Lizzy joined Jane in pleasant reminisces of summers spent with these men who were so focused on their work they often forgot the essentials of civilized life such as matching stockings or brushing their hair. The ladies knew the generosity of their hearts and the brilliance of their minds outweighed any breach of propriety. Ah, Elizabeth, Jane. Finally, you have taken pity on us and come. We were hopeless without you. Lord Aubrey greeted each lady as he helped them out of the carriage. How was your journey? Not terribly tiring, Jane offered. No, not once we left the rains of London, Lizzy added. That is what you get for insisting on new ball gowns. A twinkle teased in the old mans eye. Lord Aubrey! Lizzys eyebrow was arched in her delightful manner. He chuckled anticipating her witty retort. Jane blushed. If anyone must shoulder the blame it is you and your insistence on one more gown, Lizzy, for a tired, old mans delight. Aubrey chuckled again. Do not think for a moment I did not see through your ruse. She chided. I know you simply wanted a weeks time here with your gentlemen friends without the constraint ladies impose on gentlemens hygienic habits and other such matters. All four gentlemen blushed. Elizabeth turned to their guests. Mr. Bainesbough, Mr. Marlowe, how good to see you again. Pray tell me you are well? We are well, Miss Elizabeth. Both men volunteered as they bowed. Excellent. She turned to the third gentleman who stood awkwardly to the side. He visibly brightened when she turned to him with a glorious smile. This must be Mr. Ruston. Yes madam, I am. He blushed profusely unused to speaking to such beauty. Mr. Ruston? May I present Miss Elizabeth Bennet, and her sister Miss Jane Bennet? Lord Aubrey completed the introduction. Miss Elizabeth, Miss Bennet? Bainesbough sheepishly continued. May I say how greatly I miss your father? His correspondence and insights were always enlightening and a delight.
Both women smiled sadly and thanked the sincere thought somewhat disheveled man before them. Mr. Marlow nodded in agreement. Yes, well, we can all get better acquainted later, Lizzy, Lord Aubrey interrupted, ushering the party into the house. You two must settle in and make ready for two new guests. More gentlemen? Lizzy was astounded. Yes. I met my dear friend at the Hunsford market and invited him and his cousin to visit our fields. Oh, was Lizzys only reply. Well, I will see to it then. Excellent, Lizzy, excellent. I am sure that Colonel Fitzwilliam and Mr. Darcy will appreciate your efforts to make them welcome. Mr. Darcy? Elizabeth stopped before entering the unfamiliar state of speechlessness. *--* *--* Darcy was eager to make the acquaintance of Bainesbough and Marlowe and was glad they made Canterbury by mid-afternoon. He had read of their advances in soil supplementation and wanted to consult with them about the lands of Pemberley. Briskly he strode to the field where Mrs. Heathcliff, Queensdowns housekeeper, had told them he would find Lord Aubrey and his comrades. To his surprise he found Bainesbough and Marlowe conversing not with Lord Aubrey, but a young woman who held dirt in her hands and was questioning the two gentlemen quite intensely. To his greater surprise he found it was Miss Elizabeth Bennet in discussion with the two esteemed academics. Before he could stop and think about what he was about to do he barged into their conversation. Miss Bennet, this is too much. I do not believe it is the place of a mis of a woman such as yourself to interrogate the guests of her her para All present were mortified. I am mistress of the estate, sir, not the man, she spat, regaining her voice. Darcy? The younger man looked confused and a little contrite as Lord Aubrey joined the gathering. A word, in private, if you please. Darcy moved toward the older man. You too, Elizabeth. Gentlemen, if you will excuse us? Darcy stormed up to the manor while Elizabeth and Lord Aubrey walked together in silence. They entered the house going directly to Aubreys private study where he poured
all three a glass of port. Lord Aubrey, I dont know how you can have this this woman Aubrey silenced him without a word. Darcy took a deep breath. He had not been prepared to see her and his mind jumped to its own conclusion that was carried in his heart, that she belonged to the master of an estate, his estate. With Miss Elizabeth running around like she is the lady of the manor. She is a lady, sir. Darcy snorted. Pray tell me with what you accuse her? It pains me to say, but she was she was at a gentlemens party, at Lord Etheringtons one evening without a chaperone. I had a chaperone, Elizabeth hissed. It is not my fault, nor my concern that you were in no condition to notice. Startled, Darcy bravely continued. Yes, but that is not the material point now, is it? Darcy countered, quite upset that she was challenging him so effectively. As angered as he was he still reacted to her beauty, enhanced by the fire flashing in her eyes and the blood flushing her face. Then what is this material point of which you speak? Lord Aubrey asked innocently. What she was doing there in the first place. Working, Elizabeth retorted. Darcy looked horrified. Not that kind of work, fool. Lord Aubrey took in Darcys agitation, trying to ascertain its source. He could barely hide his amusement at this formidable man encountering an angry Elizabeth for the first time. Lord Aubrey was certain this was a novel situation for Darcy. Elizabeth pounced on her attacker. Do you even know what kind of soiree you attended? A gentlemens party. She shot him a look of contempt. It was a recruiting party for traitors. That will be enough! Lord Aubrey interrupted. I will take it from here. Elizabeth took another sip from her glass then put it down decidedly on the desk. Genteelly she bowed to Lord Aubrey and glared at Darcy. She then turned on her heel, her gown swishing angrily next to Darcy. His heart raced as she left the room. He stared after her, amusing Lord Aubrey a great deal. He knew that if Elizabeths father were here he would enjoy the folly
before him. A moment of sadness passed over the Earls countenance as he recalled the turmoil of the last year. Darcys voice broke into his train of thought. On what does she base her accusations, Aubrey? They are not accusations, Darcy, she speaks the truth. Darcys discomfort grew exponentially. For the last oh, almost two years, evenings such as Etheringtons soiree have been used by a group of very influential gentlemen to recruit support for their plan to supplant the crown. Lord Aubrey took a long drink from his decanter. Krighton is the ring leader or rather the figurehead. Lord But Malcolm Barton is the power behind it all. What was she doing in that den of traitors? Darcy had almost cried out when he realized the danger in which Elizabeth had put herself. Lord Aubrey took stock of his young friend. The time had come to challenge his loyalty. I could ask the same of you Darcy. What is a man of your sense and education doing with the likes of Etherington and subsequently Krighton and Barton? Why is it a woman such as Elizabeth had to drug you in order to get you out of danger? Darcy was stunned at this revelation. Drugged? Saunders invited me. Darcy took a sip of his wine gathering his strength to continue. I had withdrawn over the summer and he well he found me at a low point and convinced me to accompany him. And I convinced Elizabeth. You? The shock was unmistakable on the younger mans face. The older man simply nodded. But why? How could you expose her so? Two reasons really. The first is that no one knew Elizabeth or her connection to me. Which is? I will answer that in good time. The second reason is that Elizabeth is extremely gifted with observing people and has an uncanny ability to piece things together into a coherent, unified and incredibly accurate whole. Much more so than myself. She said she was chaperoned. She was. I would not let her stand alone in such company. Aubrey, although I am aware that it is none of my concern, what exactly is the nature of your relationship with Miss Elizabeth Bennet? I have brought her into my home, Darcy
You mean Darcy faltered unable to face the conclusion forming in his mind. She is your Elizabeth is my godchild, and my heir. Finally he spoke. Your heir ? Yes. You will recall we spoke of my heir yesterday at Hunsford? Darcy nodded desperately trying to keep up while his senses reeled. Aubrey continued. Elizabeth is that heir. Gwendolyn and I decided, after Henrys death of course, that Elizabeth would inherit. After her fathers death I made it public. Her father is dead? Yes man, pay attention. Both men took to their drink, Aubrey taking a sip while Darcy downed the contents in one gulp. *--* *--* Chapter Four April 1812 Queensdown Manor Canterbury Darcy rode out past the fields of lavender and corn, out to the lake at the edge of the estate. He had run the beast hard in an effort to drain the nervous energy that plagued both master and mount. The morning sun was a quarter of its way across the sky before he stopped and dismounted. Darcy touched the Earth, freeing his horse to graze nearby. The sweet grass enticed the beast to abandon his master. But Darcy knew Gawain would always be close by, unable to leave completely. So like myself to Elizabeth. He thought turning to find the woman in question, the woman he had come in search of. She watched him from her perch on top a rock near the lake. Her mount, Morgana grazed nearby. She looked over at him. His physique enthralled her: broad shoulders moving with feline grace, each movement strong, fluid, economical. She had no doubt about his strength nor the accuracy of his aim. She felt flush, warm, with a sweet relaxation mingling in her blood. She could feel every part of her body, languid and alive simultaneously. When he looked up at her she felt completely in his power. Her eyelids closed and she sighed, a deep, contented exhalation that yearned for more. When finally able to regain her sight -- Elizabeth found Darcy at her side -- his hands outstretched to receive her. Before a contrary thought could form in her mind, her arm extended and she took his hand. Elizabeth, I am so very sorry. I have explained to the gentlemen that I was completely in the wrong and have asked their forgiveness. She looked at him, skeptically. He broke
away from her unable to speak what was in his heart. Since before my fathers death, I have been master of my own self, able to express my thoughts with a more or less sense of clarity. But with youI am a child, a schoolboy brought up short by his master. He turned to look earnestly at her. I know this is no excuse, but it is the truth. I see you with other men and my blood boils, it rushes through my brain and rational thought is lost to me. Elizabeth can you ever forgive me for my ignorance and the pain I have caused you? She looked straight ahead of her, across the lake now rippled by a breeze. The willows around them rustled and she shivered as if a chill had come upon her. He moved closer to her, as if to protect her from the wind. She looked up at him and smiled. Mr. Darcy, is there anything else about me that you would like clarified? Yes, but I fear I have not the courage to ask. Perhaps then we should return? Reluctantly he nodded his agreement. She moved towards her horse but stumbled on a root of one of the Willow trees. He was there to catch her before she fell. She did not rebuke him. He held her to him taking decided advantage of the situation in which he found himself. Underlying all he knew about her, all he did not know about her yet, he desired her more than any other woman he had ever encountered. It was more than a physical need to be with her. He did not deny his carnal desire for her, but even to be in her presence filled him with a joy he had never known before. And now, she was in his arms, again. His flesh remembered her, and wrapped around her body pulling her in to their shelter. His arousal manifested itself, glorying in her nearness. He could feel his blood pound against every vessel, every limb even as it concentrated in one. His eyes watched her reaction. Why, Elizabeth? his voice was hoarse, as if forcing his attention to speak was a great effort. She pulled back her head from his chest while trying to focus enough to respond. He repeated his question. Why did you kiss me at Etheringtons? She did not look away rather searched his face, looking into his eyes as if reading his soul before responding. First I needed you to come with me. One eyebrow rose in his handsome face. She continued. I needed to get you out of there. He looked confused. Your companion SaundersSaunders. He called out your name and it struck me that I had heard Lord Aubrey speak of you. Her eyes again searched his, looking deeper, as if looking for any sign she had betrayed herself. When you claimed no knowledge of the Teurig I knew you were an innocent. His eyes asked what he gave voice to, Of what?
Elizabeth pulled back. Lord Etherington is involved in a plot against the Kings government. Etherington? Aubrey mentioned something to that effect but I find that preposterous. Elizabeths eyes became hard, like ice. Honestly, Elizabeth, can you imagine Lord Etherington in all his satin and lace leading a coup against the crown? I cannot. I cannot imagine him taking to arms. Darcy laughed at the absurd picture she painted. There is more than one way to bring down a government Mr. Darcy. He turned sharply to look at her. Their bodies had by now, separated. Lord Snowdon and Sir Heaton are in league with Malcolm Barton. Barton? He then remembered Aubrey mentioning that Barton was the mastermind behind the scheme. Barton is involved in all this. Lord Barton is the power behind this madness. Darcy looked away reassessing the thoughts realigning in his head. They await something to fully bring their plan to life. Something? She blushed slightly and sighed. Yes. This is what we do not know, yet. Jane and I have been working on this since a year Christmas. Elizabeth began pacing in the glen, shaded as they were by a stand of willows along the lakes edge. A gentle breeze blew the long branches setting their leaves a rustling. We know the who, mainly at least the main players and we know the what, that they plan on manipulating the economics of the crown forcing them into submission. How can this be? he asked dumbfounded at what he heard. Lord Snowdon has begun diverting funds already. Hes targeting Ministers loyal to the Prince. And of course, certain members of the court already hold great debt, privately funded debt I may add. We believe that whenever these forces dictate, the markers of debt will be called in. Blackmail? Elizabeth nodded. Of a kind. She continued. Certain choices, innocuous choices will be chosen which in the aggregate will weaken our economy. Then a rumor of royal insolvency will do the rest. We have an armed militia, Mr. Darcy. How long do you think they will languish before taking to the streets to care for their families? When Darcy did not speak, she continued. We believe that once riots commence, a private army, funded with the monies previously diverted from the Treasury will come in suppressing and supplanting the regulars. Barton counts on greed to turn the troops to his cause. How correct he is in his supposition, we can only guess.
Elizabeth. What is the Teurig? I do not know for certain, but I believe it to be an ancient Celtic talisman that indicates what this missing element may be. But I have found no reference to it to study. Elizabeth looked as dejected as her heart felt. It is also a way to distinguish friend from foe. That is why you asked me about it before. Elizabeth nodded and they remained in silence. Darcy was the first to emerge from his thoughts. He looked at her willing her to return to him. When she remained standing by a large boulder he went and stood behind her, his hands a whisper of a touch along the sides of her waist. When he spoke it was barely a whisper. Your first reason implied there was another. She turned to find herself caught in his embrace once again. Yes. She replied. He kissed her forehead. Tell me. He implored before returning his lips to her skin. He spoke with more strength. Tell me Elizabeth. I must know why you began. There was no choice to it. You were there. I had to know of what your lips tasted. And so I dared to take them for a moment against my own and tasted bliss. His lips crushed against her and within a heartbeat his body pressed into hers. His lips opened hers, his tongue claiming her. His mouth ravished hers and she felt her knees weaken. Here was the man she dreamt about, that kept her from her work, from feeling any peace. He is unlike any I have known: unpredictable, untamable. Yet I do not fear him. His eyes reveal his vulnerability to me. I can trust him because he dares to show me how I may conquer him. And so she did trust him. She opened her lips to him, her eyes to see the contending factions of desire and adoration passing across his face. She gripped the lapels of his coat until she steadied herself on her feet. His arms once around her moved to traverse her back, pulling her always closer. She felt his chest through the layers of cloth. He was hard, warm, secure, hers. The broad plane of his chest was a boundary for her. He was close as he could be, a hard immovable object to feel herself against. And feel she did. Her breast was pressed against his chest and the connection thrilled her. She felt as if currents of fire ran through her, and over her, and between herself and Darcy. Her hands began moving, jolted by the surge of feeling being so close to him generated. They slid up his chest following just inside his jacket. He moaned beneath her lips. The sensation was exquisite. The cloth of his shirt was soft over the impenetrability of his physique.
Oh God. He cried out in rapture. Oh Elizabeth, came from his lips before he assaulted her neck. This took her by surprise and she fell back, one hand falling away from his chest. He quickly replaced it on his person only this time she wrapped it under his arm and grasped his back pulling him to her. Her remaining hand slid up along his neck to the back of his head where she luxuriated in the thick curls she found there. His hands retreated from her back resting along her side. They held her waist, turning her slightly so her hips rocked against his own. In between his hips she felt him, hard, thick and ready for her. Heat shot through her, eclipsing her mind. She gasped and he increased the tempo and ferocity of her movement. Elizabeth. He growled before his lips pressed down her neckline. Suddenly he pulled away quickly unbuttoning his breeches unleashing his manhood to the open air. With his hand he grabbed himself stroking madly his long, thick shaft. Within moments his body convulsed spilling his seed on the grass. Elizabeth stood fascinated by what she beheld. Her eyes feasted on his beauty. As he stumbled forward she rushed to keep him from his knees. Fleetingly he looked at her expecting to see revulsion in her eyes. He had thought to look away quickly but could not. She stood there, her arms entwined with his own facing him, with such longing in her eyes. Relief was there as well, but no shame, no revulsion. Her breath was as labored and ragged as was his. She smiled at him kissing him boldly on his lips and he felt the veil lift, feeling he had come home. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and began wiping himself. She took one from a pocket of her own to help him. It was bliss to have her small hand on his most sensitive skin. Gently she cleaned him, causing him to smile as he felt her explore his anatomy. He looked into her eyes, catching her look at him with wonderment and eagerness. When she was done, she looked up and smiled. My darling, he whispered reverently. She blushed and he cupped her cheek with his hand. She pressed her hand onto his own then turned her face to kiss his palm. You never cease to amaze me, my love. He could barely breathe this last. Quickly she looked into his eyes, as if locking onto a target. Love? she asked. Is it not too early to speak of love, Fitzwilliam? Hurt by her words, he tried to pull back but she held his hand to her skin. When he looked at her again he saw her vulnerability and said, Perhaps too early to speak of it, but no longer too early to feel that it is so. Because of what we did? she asked, innocently. More in what we share, Elizabeth. ThisI have never behaved so with another. Never
has the desirenever has desire so possessed menor my surrender so willingly complete. I long for you, tis true, but I express it because I trust you. Lizzy didnt know whether to hold him, or return home and hide away. He felt her withdrawal. His euphoria subsided. I am sorry if I offended you in my manner of speaking so freely. No, Fitzwilliam. Her voice arrested his withdrawal. I am just inexperienced in these matters. As am I! he cried out. They looked at each other and Elizabeth felt her heart open. She smiled and took his hand. Please Fitzwilliam, let us be patient with each other and venture to give ourselves time to learn each others ways. He smiled glad and grateful they were still speaking so openly. Yes. He answered taking her hand to kiss. Did Idid what happen offend you my love? he asked gently. Am I truly your love? she returned quietly. Yes. Elizabeth, since we first met you have become as necessary to me as air. Those months while in London without you were unbearable. You had broken my defenses, lodging yourself under my skin, silently taking possession of my soul. Elizabeth gasped. Quickly she looked at him then away and as quickly back at him. Gathering her courage she spoke. Your tale is very much like my own, sir. Now it was his turn to draw in a sharp breath. I tried to push you away but your image always returned to haunt me. I could not work for long with remembering your beautiful brown eyes, your smile, the feel of your lips against my own. Before she could breathe, he was upon her. His lips pressing urgently upon her, his mouth opened, encompassing her smaller lips and she felt his tongue run across her tender opening. Surprised, she opened her mouth feeling his tongue upon it. He ran its tip along the edge of hers, and against it as well. Where he led, she followed until they were forced to withdraw to take in air. He began again, changing tactics to address her neck. Her head felt light, her body aflame. Her hands ran up and down his arms, around his neck, through his hair, across his back, wherever they were able to go and feel his wonderful body. She quickly slid her hands between his waistcoat and his jacket, urging it off his shoulders. Without breaking from her neck, he shrugged out of the coat. Then he stood back a half step, looking in her eyes. Elizabeth? Do you trust me? His eyes searched hers.
She responded with both her eyes and her voice, Yes, my love, I do. He took her hand and they walked to the secluded shade of the willow trees. He laid his coat on the ground and took both her hands, kissing them. Then come, lay with me. She hesitated a moment, thinking of all the ramifications possible. Trust me. There are ways of pleasure that involve not a ladys ruin. She looked into his eyes, hopefully, then nodded. He helped her lay down and he lay beside her. Renewing his advances, he kissed her mouth, soundly and thoroughly. Her breast heaved with emotion and she felt she wanted nothing more than to feel his touch upon it. As if reading her mind, he allowed his hand to roam over her breast. Softly as a breeze, his hand swept up its curve, resting atop her nipple. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he circulated his hand around her nipple which now stood upright under her gown. He brought his mouth to the exposed crest of her bosom, kissing and licking his way across. His hand ceased its circular motion to aid his tongue in pushing away her clothing. He was fortunate that there was enough give in the fabric to allow him access to her breast. Freeing her skin from fabric in one area created restraint in others and she felt the pressure enjoyable. And she liked the feeling until she could no longer deny her need to respond. She shifted and her dress fell further down to her waist. Her hands attacked his hair, running her fingers through it, communicating the pace and pressure she desired. He chuckled briefly until his activities took control again, of his brain. While addressing first the one breast then the other with his lips, his free hand ran down her stomach, over her sex, stroking the valley between her legs. He gathered some of the fabric of her dress and slowly pulled it upward. It was agonizingly slow to Elizabeths sensibilities but she was too overwhelmed with pleasure and anticipation to complain. Her skirts were now gathered around her belly. He lovingly caressed her womanhood, enjoying her reaction. At first she froze, not out of fright, but surprise at the shocking pleasure he unleashed. She had not known this was in her, but she intended to investigate further. As he rubbed his hand between her front and back she met his movement head on. She wiggled in glee and he increased the pace, spreading his fingers out to touch more of her. When she felt she could stand it no longer, he slid his fingers between her skin and the smooth cotton of her pantaloons. His hand glided on her moist skin and it felt divine. She moaned, gasped. It was hard for her to breathe deeply. She called out, Fitzwilliam, on a whisper and he yanked down her under things, then opened his breeches. His manhood was fully erect. He rubbed it against the her wet folds. The moisture created by his hands smoothed the way. Both pressed against each other. She could feel him, his firmness immense, hard and satisfying. His hands held her bottom, pulling her closer and closer to him. The heat she felt was burning her, his touch searing her skin, and yet she wanted more. His thoughts, such as they were, at this point were of bliss. He increased the pace allowing his feelings to guide him. He felt her tighten in her hips, her entire lower body stilling until she exploded in release. He looked down upon her, lost in her ecstasy, and he felt his release approach. Such joy as he had never experienced before overcame him as his seed
spilled forth upon them. His skin, her skin were doused with the white milk of his essence. He fell upon her, rolling over onto his back with her alongside of him. He didnt know how they would rectify the mess and he didnt care. She was in his arms. He was beyond happy, beyond content. He felt whole, felt that anything was possible because this wonderful woman trusted him and loved him. And she will be mine. In time, they recovered their ability to think, speak and move about. Carefully they washed themselves, using the lake to clean their tender flesh. Each tended the other allowing their fingers to bring them to their bliss once again. They stood, against a willow tree, wrapped in each others arms. Too many kisses to recount had been exchanged, but it is worth note that they repeated, with more understanding and tenderness the words, I love you, to each other before taking their leave of that wonderful place beside the lake. When restlessness came upon him, Darcy asked quietly, Why did you push me away? She looked at him, inwardly assessing what she could reveal. Because you are dangerous for me. How so? he asked. Because of how we met. She replied softly. But now I understand the need for you to be there, the reason behind it. But while I was in London this I did not know. She replied. He took her hand. Shall we walk a pace? She nodded and took the arm he offered. The sun was high and they quickly moved in to the shade all the while talking about their likes and dislikes and plans for the future. As they returned to their horses Darcy spoke. Elizabeth I would like to help you in this business of the Teurig. You must speak with Lord Aubrey. I did. Her eyebrow arched as she looked at him. And his reply? He said to ask you for your approval. She laughed her glorious, free laugh and Darcys heart was full of joy. Oh. She said turning to mount her beast. Then we have much to do. With that she kicked her horse into a gallop, heading for home. Stunned at her audacity and brilliance he laughed then quickly mounted his stallion urging him to run fast and hard in pursuit of his love.
*--* *--* Chapter Five April, 1812 Queensdown Manor Canterbury When Darcy and Elizabeth returned from their ride they left the horses at the stables. Neither wanted to dispel the intimacy they felt and they tried to remain in bodily contact as much as propriety and an insupportable number of people milling about would allow. They were informed Lord Aubrey was in the laboratory with Mr. Ruston. Darcy was surprised at the gleam in Elizabeths eyes and the eagerness in both her smile and pace as she hurried him along. They went through a copse of trees before reaching a clearing by a pond. On the other side was an unusual structure, with an extraordinary amount of glass. In truth it resembled a cross between a barn and a hot house, only one where you could draw the blinds. Come Fitzwilliam, she almost giggled, there is much to see. This is one of my favorite places in the entire world. Piqued with curiosity and desire flowing from her use of his name in such an intimate manner, Darcy had to remind himself to breathe. While rounding the pond Darcy took advantage of the scattered elms to draw her close for one more kiss. As he stopped walking she shot him a look of impatience until her eyes read their desire. He pulled her towards him, she smiled and he felt reborn. Elizabeth, he cried out before his lips crashed upon hers like a wave hitting the shore. He had intended a gentle kiss but his emotions overruled his mind. He didnt know when he would have another moment alone with her, so he intended to make the most of what he had. She sighed as he kissed her, more than pleased with his passion. Her lips responded in kind and she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body into his. His lips gave and hers took only to return the kiss back to him. Darcys hands grasped her to him first from her back, but as she deepened the kiss his hands at the end of his long arms, cupped her bottom alternating pressing and releasing. She groaned and he almost lost control, again. The Earth shook as their bodies practiced the ancient rhythm of love. Oh my! I almost forgot, Elizabeth pulled back to smile at Fitzwilliam Darcy who, while pleasantly mussed had happiness in his eyes. The laboratory! she said as she grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the building. You will enjoy this. I was enjoying what we were about, he said, petulantly, receiving a wicked smile and look from Elizabeth as she turned back her head.
Insufferable man, she laughed and began running, releasing his hand to hike up her skirts. Darcy didnt know whether to run after her or hang back and enjoy the view of her stocking clad calves. His bodys reaction to the sight and the details his mind provided on the rest of her legs propelled him to move. Think of something man, you cannot present yourself to Aubrey in this condition. Thinking of being scolded by his headmaster at Eton, put things in perspective and Darcy was able to catch up with Elizabeth in a reasonable resemblance to his perfectly composed self. A smell of rotten eggs and gunpowder greeted them at the door. By one of the windows stood Colonel Fitzwilliam, Lord Aubrey and another man. They were examining a mechanism that looked like a bracelet. Over to the side about 50 yards through an open set of wide doors was a pit of some sort. The soil was blackened and bits and pieces of similar looking bracelets were strewn about. Darcy had never seen anything like it. As he continued his surveillance he noticed three of four men working on what looked like an array of glass tubing with liquid bubbling over a candle. It resembled what Darcy imagined an alchemists workroom would contain. Mr. Ruston, Jane Bennet and an older looking gentleman with a shock of white hair that defied convention of any sort were clustered over a wood table. The three had their heads bent over reams of paper with numeric equations written over almost all of them. What space was left was covered with various diagrams and illustrations. I see gentlemen, and lady, Elizabeth began and all looked toward her and Darcy with varying degrees of amusement and pleasure, that you have begun without me. Shame on all of you. She smiled and approached the older man who worked with her sister. Professor Quartermaine, how glorious to see you again. And you as well, my dear Miss Elizabeth, the older man was beside himself with joy blushing from the roots of his hair to his neck when she kissed his cheek. Tell me, what do you have for me today, Q? Darcy had come to join her, pointedly ignoring the impertinent look on his cousins face and the indeterminate look of Lord Aubrey. As they walked over to a table cluttered with bracelets of various designs, Elizabeth took the professor by his arm and whispered in the ear of the esteemed gentleman, Q, I must talk to you about your sleeping powder. He looked askance at her. Yes, it seems its strength needs a little boost. All the man could say was, Oh dear. Elizabeth looked back to Darcy who was but a step away, noting the queer expression gracing his handsome face. She let out a delicious laugh relieving all tension that remained in the room. As he found the specimen he was looking for, Q turned to Elizabeth and said, Ah, Lizzy, a most amazing device, in case you are ever forced to blast your way out of a situation.
Darcys surprise equaled her own. He leaned in to her and whispered and here I thought the Earth shaking was from a source entirely our own. Elizabeth blushed as profusely as Professor Quartermaine had a moment before. Jane, who had heard Darcys remark and noted her sisters response, chortled, causing Elizabeth to blush even more. Yes, Elizabeth, Darcy, Lord Aubreys voice had adopted the tenor of a disapproving parent as he stepped forward successfully interposing himself between them. Remembering himself, Darcy stepped back. The good professor was demonstrating his latest invention. He held a silver bracelet that looked like a cuff. The surface was faceted and it spun the light. Professor, perhaps you could demonstrate for our tardy compatriots. His emphasis of the word tardy was not unnoticed, nor his look into Darcys eye misconstrued. The younger man colored, annoying Lord Aubrey even more. Right, here we are. The professor held up two such bracelets, one in copper, one in silver. Two ordinary Yet beautiful. Elizabeth added. Thank you Miss Elizabeth. They are something special, are they not? Indeed, piped in Jane. Elizabeth blushed as she noticed her sister still looking at her. Right. Two ordinary, yet beautiful bracelets that could adorn the wrist of any fashionable lady. Perfectly safe, -- Elizabeths eyebrow arched -- When jangled together. All in the room save Darcy and Elizabeth ducked, involuntarily, as the professor banged the two together. Darcy looked at his cousin, the Colonel who had joined them. Please, Professor. Colonel Fitzwilliam pleaded. Mercy. What? Ah, no, they are perfectly safe, as such. He banged them together, even harder. Again, all who had witnessed the previous explosion winced. That is, until you throw them at something solid. With that he tossed one bracelet out the open door hitting what remained of a steel plank embedded in the blackened soil. A deafening bang filled the air as the bracelet exploded on contact denting the steel and rearranging some of the soil. All turned towards the stunned Darcy and Elizabeth, who had mindlessly put one of the experimental bracelets on her arm. Professor Q was as happy as a young boy who had made his first kite. Elizabeth looked from Aubrey, who was smiling, to Darcy who was still stunned, to the Colonel who was grinning and Professor Q who remained beaming with happiness, to Jane who enjoyed her sisters reaction tremendously. Amazing, was all Elizabeth could say. You have done it again, Quartermaine, Elizabeth is speechless. They all laughed as Elizabeth gently removed the bracelet from her wrist. The remainder of the afternoon was spent in the laboratory viewing and testing Professor Qs creations of powders, potions,
and folding knives until a bell from the manor announced the dinner hour had come. *--* *--* April, 1812 Rosings Elizabeth and Jane walked though the portal of the ostentatious house. Nothing about it echoed the simplicity of the surrounding woods they had ridden through. Lady Catherine, Lord Aubrey explained, kept these woods wild as a natural barrier between herself and the tenants whose lands lay on the other side of the copse. Ichendahl benetelrung meershwitz golzdenwal dwiztat? asked Jane causing a snort from her unsuspecting sister. Jane, Lizzy hissed, it is not a showplace for gaudy gilded riffraff. And how dare you say such a thing as we approach the razenkvelt samen. Now who should be blushing, Lizzy? She devil, indeed. Jane was able to complete before being announced to the grand dame of the manor, Lady Catherine de Bourgh. The ladies took a quick sweep of the room, taking in the ornate decorations and its occupants before dropping into their obligatory curtsey. Lady Catherine, may I present my wards, Miss Jane Bennet and Miss Elizabeth Bennet? Lord Aubrey held himself erect, looking directly into the grand dames eyes. She glared back at him for bringing two especially pretty ladies to her door. Yes. The dowager replied icily. She did not like especially pretty young ladies circling round her two most eligible nephews. Especially not Darcy! she thought. He has been acting strangely ever since returning from Queensdown. Now I understand the reason behind it. Aloud, she continued, I am most seriously displeased, Aubrey, at your inviting my nephews to stay at Queensdown while they are in Kent to visit me. She harrumphed. Elizabeth and Jane stole glances at each other and giggled, in spite of their best intentions. Catherine. Surely you will not deny me the presence of such outstanding young men, will you? That would hardly be neighborly, now would it? Yes, well, I have had enough of being neighborly. My nephews were out all day yesterday attending the new parson and his repairs to the vestry roof, she huffed. I have barely had time for a proper visit with them, and Anne is most displeased with them leaving her here while they go off gallivanting with such riff raff. Leaning towards her sister, Elizabeth whispered, Langen sheintinezel sprekzout growmen Shanenoughtot ruthembeth gladden enzdourf deinom.(I see Lady Catherine feels the servant of God is not worthy of being of service to her.) Jane could not hold in the laugh that burst forth. Lady Catherine looked at them sharply. Lord Aubrey shot them a warning glance. As the party settled in again, they were disturbed by the arrival of the upstanding
young men themselves. Ah, there you are Darcy, Fitzwilliam. How nice of you to join us. Censure dripped from her voice. Aunt, Anne Colonel Fitzwilliam bowed to each of his relatives before turning towards their guests. Lord Aubrey, Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth, he bowed to the gentleman before taking each ladys hand. As he bowed over each his smile was readily apparent. In unison they responded, Colonel Fitzwilliam. Outraged at their familiarity, Catherines eyes narrowed making a note to monitor these developments closely. How nice that you were introduced to such men of quality while visiting with Lord Aubrey. We met while the Colonel visited Queensdown, my lady. Jane spoke in a voice as sweet as honey. Her countenance shone with her goodness and the old dowager had to take a double look reassuring herself that someone could look that sweet and innocent. However, we are acquaintances of longer standing with both your relations, mlady. Elizabeth just couldnt help herself. What? the matron turned a fierce eye on the younger Miss Bennet. She then looked at Darcy who was having a hard time himself controlling the need to cough away his own chuckle. Yes, Aunt. We met the Miss Bennets in Hertfordshire, at the home of my good friend, Charles Bingley. Semi-pacified, Lady Catherine continued. Yes. I remember you writing to me of the invaluable assistance you provided your young friend in rising above his station, she directed her look to Elizabeth, who smiled sweetly, exasperating the older woman no end. How condescending of you to help him enter a more refined social sphere. As Lady Catherine continued pontificating the young foursome did their best to mitigate the damper she inspired. It is too lovely an afternoon, is it not, to just sit indoors? Would you ladies care to stroll about the garden? asked the affable Colonel. Blushing with joy, Elizabeth looked to her sister then replied, That would be lovely, Colonel. Capital. He took Miss Jane Bennets hand. Elizabeth froze at Lady Catherines next pronouncement.
I was saying to Anne, how gracious we found Lord Heaton on his last visit. Lord Aubreys face was inscrutable. He responded, Yes, I hear he is a most amiable fellow. I was unaware Heaton had left London. He does not seem the sort to enjoy a country ramble. Looking a bit flustered, Catherine continued, He was here delivering some papers I that were in need of my review. Elizabeths eyebrow shot up. Darcy, who had positioned himself beside her regarded her reaction but remained silent. Wise chap that. There is no one more astute in estate matters, Catherine. Regaining her equilibrium, Catherine continued. Thank you, Aubrey. If I may say so myself, legal precedence is a matter in which I am proficient. You always were a woman ahead of her time, my dear, the older gentleman responded. Turning to Elizabeth, he queried, Did I not hear talk of a stroll about the gardens before supper? Yes, Lord Aubrey, Darcy responded. Excellent. Catherine, if you will excuse me, I feel the need to stretch my legs. Lord Aubrey bowed, taking and kissing the hands of first Catherine and then Anne. Until we dine, then. He walked over to Elizabeth and took her arm. Darcy was at the door, holding it for them. The trio strolled out silently until they were well away from the house. What was Heaton doing here? Elizabeth began. There was an intensity of anger, curiosity, and excitement in her voice which she made no attempt to disguise. I do not know. Perhaps you may fill in some of the blanks we now face, Darcy. Two pair of eyes focused on the tall, well built man. Amazingly, his attention had instantly diverted from the lilac neckline on Miss Elizabeths gown, with its fluttering edge of lace, to the question of how Lord Heaton fit into his aunts world. I have been asking myself the same question since she made mention of it. He responded, wishing he had an inkling of what it meant. I know she has been on friendly terms with the family for years. However, I did not know she consulted them on estate matters. Aubrey looked surprised. I dare say it was the other way around, Fitzwilliam. Your aunt is a very intelligent woman. It will do you no good to underestimate her intellect.
Fitzwilliam? Lord Aubrey was taken aback at her use of Darcys Christian name in mixed company. Elizabeth, blushed at the surprise in her godfathers eyes, but then continued. Fitzwilliam, how does your aunt feel about the monarchy? Does she support it? Darcy thought a moment before responding. In general, yes, she does. She knew the Queen Mother when at court. Montgomery. Lord Aubrey let out a moan as he spoke. Montgomery? crossed the lips of both Darcy and Elizabeth. As if coming out of a dream, Lord Aubrey addressed his companions. When Gwendolyn and I first married, she was at court. Lady Catherine was there as well. There was a young maverick there, Richard Montgomery, who held rather radical beliefs, for the time, on limiting the monarchy. Mind you, this was after the War with the Colonies, and the issuance of their Constitution. He was much taken by the beauty of it. Many of us were. But central to his thinking was that if the government fails to serve the people it the people have the right to disband it. Lord Aubrey, I have a difficult time imagining Lady Catherine as a radical well anything. Darcy interrupted. Oh, it was not his ideology that caught her attention, my boy, it was and here he looked at Lizzy, and blushed himself a bit, it was his . Shall we say his physique? Both of his companions let their mouths drop open contemplating Lady Catherine in the throes of lust. Aubrey chuckled at their reaction. Yes, we were young once, his eyes indicated the grand salon in Rosings, while his finger pointed to himself. And our hearts were full of impossible dreams. For some of us, our dreams became reality, while for others he sighed. Monty was exiled, and Catherines heart broke. She put up a good front, yet, I recall Gwen saying she was concerned for her. That is when she met Sir Lewis, and within months they were betrothed. The rest you know, Darcy. They went on an extended trip, where she gave birth to a son, who died at birth. Two years later, Anne came into the world. You do not think she Darcy could hardly believe his aunt to be treasonous. At this point I do not know what to think. They continued walking in silence for a few moments. Fitzwilliam, I can see Lady Catherine thinking ill of the Prince Regent, Elizabeth broke the silence. They all nodded their agreement. I must say it is, at times, hard to defend him against the charges of irresponsibility and utter foolishness. However, treason is against more than the person of the King.
But Lady Catherine may feel she is replacing a fool with a better man. One who will uphold her notions of nobility. Aubrey spoke looking with concern at his young friend. Darcys heart was heavy. He did not necessarily care for his Aunt and her notions of selfimportance, or her fantasy of that he had impending nuptials with her daughter, Anne. However, to consider that she may involve herself with the likes of Barton and his gang of traitors was difficult to bear. Elizabeth walked on in silence. Varying thoughts turned in her mind. Lord Aubrey held Darcy back as he began to approach her. He shook his head, It is best to let her alone for awhile. Elizabeth wandered off to the left while Aubrey took Darcy to the right. They discussed ways in which Catherine may or may not be involved. The deBourgh empire was not limited by any stretch of the imagination. Aubrey asked Darcy to investigate recent activity that may appear unusual. They met up with Jane and the Colonel, filling them in on the latest piece of information. Jane looked off to where Elizabeth was most likely wandering about. When she returned her gaze to the men before her, Lord Aubrey looked at her and smiled. We will not let her wander too far, Jane, dear. These two, indicating the young gentlemen, will go and fetch her before too long. Lord Aubrey, I will not be referred to as a stick you would send your dogs after. Elizabeths voice was full and confident. They made an opening in their ranks for her to join them. I dare say, I truly would like to have a look in your aunts private study. You do not think she would leave any incriminating documents just lying about? the Colonel was surprised at her request. Aubrey and Jane smiled knowingly. Lizzy does not need incriminating evidence to piece the puzzle together. Her mind makes associations we can only marvel at, Aubrey continued. And then I give them to Jane to sort through. Lizzy. Jane admonished. Colonel, Lizzy has been at work on this conundrum for the better part of two years. There is much we have learned. What may reside in your aunts chambers may fit in with something we already know. Then, by all means, we shall endeavor to insinuate you into her rooms. The colonel bowed. From a window at Rosings, Anne looked ruefully at the gathering of mostly young people speaking animatedly in the gardens. They look like they are having such a good time, she thought morosely. Lost in her thoughts she did not see her mother approach. Do not concern yourself, dear. It will all come aright. Just give me a little more time.
*--* *--* Having laced both Catherine and Annes wine with some of Professor Qs reformulated sleeping powder, Jane and Elizabeth accompanied Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam into the private study of Lady Catherine de Bourgh. By the light of a single candle, they searched her papers. They found a cryptic letter from Lord Barton agreeing to ship a statue which Lady Catherine, was interested in obtaining. Delivery was promised by the third week of July. Barton would oversee the procurement of this rare specimen. I did not know Aunt Catherine was such a connoisseur of rare art, the Colonel whispered. Nor I, Darcy quipped. Elizabeth stood still, connecting the information to what she had learned about the Teurig. The end of July? she asked. Yes, replied Richard Fitzwilliam. The militia rotates their units during the latter half of July, do they not? she was thought out loud. The Colonel was aghast that she knew this bit of military information. Military command liked to think its troop movements were secret. Jane, who had ceased searching the bookshelves, came over to join them. That was the most active period for the Merimack and the Spartacus. Yes, Lizzys response came as if from far away. And the Bludgeon had its most success as well -- both in retrieving goods and delivering them. Jane, too, was thinking aloud. And with summer emptying Parliament, the government is at a standstill to begin with. Lizzy was gaining enthusiasm, and volume. Please, Elizabeth, your voice. Darcy quieted their excitement. The Colonel and Jane looked in amazement at both his use of her Christian name and that she thought nothing of it. I think we had best conclude this conversation in another location. I concur, Mr. Darcy, she said with a twinkle in her eye as she saluted him, a saucy smile on her pert lips. Darcy focused on those lips until his cousin doused the flame of his candle and took Janes elbow. Alright troops, follow me. And he led them out of Lady Catherines chamber. Elizabeth
had not the time to replace the paper she held in her hand. Chapter Six April, 1812 Returning to Queensdown Manor Kent April 1782 Altsunberg Switzerland My dearest Katy, I am desolate to hear of the pain my love imposes upon you. My love, I would give all that I am to be with you and make this right. Please Katy, come to me. Life with the Swiss is not so unpleasant. I have friends in this government who have no need for a monarch. Come my love. Here in Kastle Destung we will find peace. Together we shall wipe this shame from our hearts and love as God intended us to, as free men and women. Yours forever, Richard Montgomery Lord Aubrey took the letter from Elizabeths hand re-reading the yellowed parchment. After the third perusal he looked up at Lizzy who sat next to Jane with a twinkle in her eye. With suppressed giggles bubbling she began, It seems our aristocratic hostess has sewn a few wild oats in her day. Lizzy! admonished Jane. It says so, right there and Montgomery, the monarchical heretic wants to make an honest woman of her, in Switzerland. So now we know where he has run off to. Aubrey looked up at her last remark. He had remained silent while the girls continued to giggle over Catherines indiscretion, finally speaking. She must have suffered greatly. The heavy sigh accompanying his statement halted the girls mid-chuckle. Both turned towards their benefactor, contrite. To be so young, so beautiful, so much in love and to push it all away. But why, Lord Aubrey? I do not understand why she did not choose her love? Because Jane, by the time this letter arrived in England, she was already Lady Catherine de Bourgh. Both women inhaled, dreading the misery they now envisioned.
The poor dear, exclaimed Jane. To be married to one you do not love only to find the one you do is calling for you. To have proof that his love is true, added Elizabeth now experiencing unforeseen sympathy for Lady Catherine. After you have given your life away. Jane completed the thought. Left to her own resources, I am sure she would have made it to Switzerland. Elizabeth arched her eyebrow at Lord Aubreys last remark. You imply she was pressured to Do not forget, Catherine is the daughter of an Earl. To be found with child, with no husband, no suitor even, at least not one who could be acknowledged. You must remember, Monty had just been exiled. She was married off, Elizabeth accused. Quite. And lucky to be so, he countered. Lucky? How can you say so? Jane joined the fray. Because this letter was written in April, the babe conceived four months prior. How can you be so specific in your time frame, Lord Aubrey? Lizzy quizzed. Because Lord Bartons birthday is in September.
*--* *--* May, 1812 Hyde Park London The late morning sun warmed the chilled air. Caroline Bingley was happily sharing the open coach of Lady Clarissa Snowdon, an acquaintance of promise for the socially climbing Miss Bingley. They were well matched, sharing an interest in obtaining husbands of quality and wealth. Both had set their sights higher than their abilities, but that was a consideration that never bothered them. In their minds, all that was left was to set the date of signing their marriage settlements. They had already circled the promenade once, nodding their bonneted, empty heads to those deemed important enough to acknowledge, when Caroline spoke with predatory glee.
Oh, Clarissa, look, there goes Mr. Darcy walking with it looks like he walks with my brother, Charles. She regained her seat after half standing to ensure her prey remained in sight. The look on her face was quite smug. Lady Clarissa Snowdon followed the duo as they approached two young women a few yards away. She could tell by their greetings they were not common acquaintances for Mr. Darcy took the arm of the shorter, darker lady while Mr. Bingley took that of the stately blond beauty. Even from this distance Clarissa could sense enough to take notice. Pray tell, Caroline, who is it they approach? she asked innocently covering her spite. Carolines head spun quickly, unsettling her friend in concern for her physical safety. Clarissa pressed against the opposite side of the carriage bench, in case Caroline snapped a muscle and tumbled over. Why those Bennet chits Miss Bingley mumbled in a manner quite suggesting unrefined behavior. Turning her head to hide the smirk growing across her lips, Lady Clarissa called out, Lady Heaton, good morning. The lady in question looked up from the tte--tte she was embroiled in with Lord Malcolm Barton. Annoyed she nodded to Lord Snowdons only daughter. Lord Barton, what a pleasure to find you so early this beautiful morn. She cooed most alluringly. Barton looked over to her and tipped his hat. He spoke to Lady Heaton as they ambled their horses to the slowly moving carriage. Clarissa alerted the coachman, to await the arrival of her intended catch. By the time their horses sidled along the black coach, Lady Heaton had recovered her mannered expression, hiding her ire over losing precious time with her lover. She let him take the lead. Ladies, how pleasant to meet you on such a fine spring day. He spoke amiably while feasting on the young flesh before him. Lady Clarissa sat up straighter, pushing her chest out as much as comfortably possible. Caroline did the same, aware of the power and prestige embodied in such potent manhood before her. Indeed, Lord Malcolm. Lady Clarissa blushed. Caroline coughed and nudged her friend. May I present my friend, Miss Caroline Bingley? Lady Isabelle Heaton? Miss Bingley, Lord Malcolm Barton, Miss Bingley. Delighted to meet you Lady Heaton, Caroline tried to contain her enthusiasm to finally meet the celebrated hostess Lady Isabelle Heaton. She then turned her appraising eye on the handsome man before her. He was broad in the chest and powerfully built. His face was perfection, a strong chin, straight nose, deep, piercing eyes of an icy blue. Lord Barton.
Miss Bingley. He let his eyes rest on her porcelain face, instantly imagining it beneath his own; his hands ravaging her impeccable body. The pleasure is my own. Lady Clarissa, may I ask a favor? Anything, Lord Barton, she replied breathlessly. He chuckled, this is too easy.Would you mind giving your father a message for me? Crestfallen, she replied, Of course. What is it you wish me to convey? Please tell Lord Snowdon that his marker is well placed. I am afraid I do not understand your meaning, Lord Barton. She replied trying to keep up with the object of her unrequited passion. He smiled sardonically while Lady Heaton rolled her eyes. It refers to a game your father and I are engaged in. A game? the woman replied genuinely surprised. I was unaware my father partook of such frivolity. It is a new game, a gentlemens game, my dear, he responded letting his guard slip just a bit. A gentlemans game? Caroline added to the conversation, such as it was. How engaging, I am sure all the best people must be playing. Quite, was the gentlemans response. He tipped his hat to the ladies. Lady Heaton bowed her head in an abbreviated curtsey and they bid their companions, adieu. After watching the handsome couple ride off, Caroline spoke eagerly, I cannot wait to tell Louisa and Charles he simply must uncover this game. It will set him well in society if he knows how to play. And it may occupy his time away from one Miss Jane Bennet. Before heading out of the park, Malcolm Barton heard a faint peal of laughter carried on the wind. It stopped him in the saddle. He turned, but all he could see were the backs of two well-gowned ladies. He sat in thought, wondering where, and when, he had last heard such a joyous sound before.
*--* *--* May, 1812 Treemore House
London Finally the presentation at court of Jane and Elizabeth Bennet had arrived. The women were dressed simply but eloquently in the finest silk with exquisite embroidery adorning their skirts and necklines. Jane wore a golden cross matching the color of her hair while Elizabeth dazzled in a ruby necklace holding a templar cross. It dangled just above her breasts, its gold glinting and gleaming with every breath she took. Both girls wore a black silk ribbon around their arms in honor of their father. Before they left Treemore House, they looked into each others eyes. Elizabeth grabbed Janes wrists and the two brought their foreheads together. Oh, Jane. I so wish Papa were here with us. As do I, Lizzy. Another moment passed before they looked up and smiled with their eyes on each other, both amazed at the turns in their lives. Ah, there you are. Lord Aubrey came out of his study to join them. Ready? As ready as we shall ever be. Elizabeth replied with a twinkle in her eyes. Then, off we are to the lions den. Ladies? Oh, Lord Aubrey. Jane answered with amusement and affection for their old friend. *--* *--* May, 1812 Buckingham Palace London
Lord Aubrey stood behind the two women he was most proud of. Their courage, integrity and intelligence were beyond compare. He was honored to be presenting them to their Queen, even if part of his heart wished their true father was there beside them. Grace, that is the word that describes them. The line progressed. Soon it was their turn to present themselves to their Majesties. Although outwardly composed, Aubrey noticed Elizabeths hand twitch, and he could imagine her lower lip bitten between her teeth. Jane momentarily glanced at her sister and smiled. Lady Isabelle Heaton liked to keep her enemies close at hand. It was a philosophy that served her well at court and through the often treacherous waters of the ton. More than once she had defeated a rival for Lord Bartons favors, learning of one or two choice particulars of their character that he could not abide. Carefully chosen words whispered, in the interest of friendship of course, and the potential lover was dispatched while she perhaps alone, was left to enjoy his prodigious charms. Lady Heaton knew it was wrong
but that is what made it so good, these stolen moments when Lord Heaton sat at the gaming tables while she enjoyed the pleasures in which Lord Barton excelled. If only she had known before marriage the depth of her passions, she might have chosen a different course. Perhaps, she thought. Lord Oswald Heaton was an adequate lover and susceptible to her charms. She had little fear of being reigned in from the excess she craved. She was respectable, well connected and free to pursue her proclivities. Should a child come of it, well Heaton was pleasant and regular enough to believe it could be his. Lady Heaton surveyed the competition as the fresh-faced young women twittered about either anticipating, or retelling the unending minutiae of their presentation. Was I ever so . green? the jaded Lady thought. Not that I fear losing his attention, I can not honestly believe he would take any of these simpletons to heart, if not to bed. And yet, and for a moment her mind and eyes darkened. She recalled Miss Cathmore of two years ago. She was young and innocent, a true innocent. She even moved me, Lady Heaton paused before pushing thoughts of the suicide away. How was he to know she would react so dramatically? And yet she couldnt forget the girls smiles before stop it, stop it, she scolded herself and went to look for refreshment. Returning from her chat with Lady Vandermere, Lady Heaton observed her husband, Lord Oswald Heaton, quite blatantly watching two women emerge from the Queens presence. Her calculating eye followed his, weighing their form against what she knew Malcolm Barton craved. The dark one has the bounty, but with all the excitement I doubt he will have the time or energy to capture another fresh face. She was well pleased with the current competition when she heard the womans laugh. Turning, Lady Heaton saw the sparkle and intelligence in the womans face. Lady Heatons eyes narrowed suspiciously, as she wrung her right hand repeatedly against her left pinky. She was almost relieved when she saw Lord Edwin Aubrey stand beside the woman and her companion. The other, a blond, held no threat for her. Although a beauty, her looks were not the kind to entice a man like Barton. No, it is the dark one I must watch. What was that my mother used to say friends close, enemies closer? Yes, I must keep my eye on this one. Indeed. *--* *--* May, 1812 London Simpson Hall Darcy had anticipated this evening since leaving Canterbury. It was the most talked about event of the season, the presentation of the new Aubrey heir and her sister to the ton. All of society was there, bejeweled and draped as only the elite are able to contrive. As he made his way through the hall, he was surprised to see his Aunt, Lady Abigail Fitzwilliam, Countess of Matlock. She was standing with her husband Lord Reginald Fitzwilliam and within three feet stood Elizabeth, and another group of fashionable women. He hastened
to join them. He along with his relatives continued their eavesdropping with a high degree of curiosity. Lady Madeline Swetherton, a highly ornate woman, was speaking. Sarah Winpole is a simpleton if ever there was one. She tittered. Imagine wearing full mourning clothes for almost two years, because her father died. Is not a woman allowed to grieve a father as she wishes, in peace? Elizabeth could feel her mortification boiling into another emotion. Of course my dear, Lady Swetherton continued in a most condescending manner. But truly to make such a show over ones parent. The bejeweled and perfectly coiffed woman rolled her eyes and sniggered. The loss of one who loved unconditionally is most difficult to overcome. Lady Madeline Swetherton looked at Elizabeth in shock. The ladies in her circle held their collective breath until Elizabeth spoke again. Lady Swetherton. Please forgive my outburst. My own excellent father, and here she momentarily faltered, taking a deep breath in order to continue, died not six months ago. I fear my pain is still raw. I ask your indulgence and forgiveness. The lady in question looked compassionately at Elizabeth, seeing genuine pain in her eyes. Of course my dear. I am truly sorry for your loss. My dear, how good to see you again. Lady Fitzwilliam, who had been watching with concern, strode across the circle of ladies to speak to the flustered Elizabeth. When she reached the girl, Lady Fitzwilliam kissed Elizabeths check. In a softer voice, meant only for Elizabeth she whispered, Well done, Little Lizzy, well done. The ladies dispersed leaving Lady Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth alone. Neither noticed Darcy and Lord Fitzwilliam still hovering behind them. Taking both hands in hers the older woman continued. Elizabeth, I must thank you again for all you did Lady Fitzwilliam, while appreciated, no thanks are necessary. When I think of how different things could have been without . Please! Lady Fitzwilliam, no more. Elizabeth was very uncomfortable with the conversation. Lord Aubrey is calling for me. Pray excuse me. She left the matron attempting to compose herself. Her relations came up to the Countess. Aunt. Darcy began, looking at her tenderly. I was not aware you know Eliza Miss Elizabeth.
Oh yes, dear. Reggie and I know Lord Aubreys Little Lizzy from when she was just a young child. Who would have thought she would become so indispensable to us? Or such a beauty? ventured Reginald Fitzwilliam. Darcy arched his brow willing him to continue. She and her sister, Jane Bennet? Darcy nodded eagerly. They are so damn clever, always putting things together. Ah, there is Lord Masters. Will you join us? Darcy declined. Then pray, excuse us. Of course. He bowed. After his family moved on, Darcy rambled the perimeter of the brilliant room. The Duke and Duchess of Chillingsworth had gone all out to make this evening a great success for their friend, Lord Edwin Aubrey, Earl of Ferrars. As Darcy rambled he was impressed by the stalwarts of society positioned around him. Many he recalled from when Lady Gwendolyn was alive. Lady Gwen was a social creature who enjoyed people in all their glory and folly. Their home was always awash with people from many levels of society whose main commonality was brilliance of some sort. As he walked he pondered his Uncles words. Caroline Bingleys voice squelched his ruminations. Mr. Darcy! There is no surprise in meeting you here this evening. Such a splendid gathering, is it not? Miss Bingley. As he bowed Darcy could barely conceal his disdain at her loud greeting. Does Charles attend as well? Of course. Conspiratorially she moved closer to his body. He felt her approach and instinctively moved back half a step. She hissed, He speaks with Miss Jane Bennet! I cannot believe she is here. How did she Yes, Miss Bennet attends as does her sister Eliza Bennet?! Here?! Caroline could not control her voice. More than a few people looked at her, incredulous at her lack of decorum. Here? At such an affair? The gall of that upstart Ah, Bingley here you are. Darcy was quick to silence her diatribe. Miss Bennet what a pleasure to see you again. You look lovely this evening. Thank you Mr. Darcy. Darcy could see the blush on her cheek, and felt his own cheeks redden. With as much grace as she could muster Jane turned to Caroline. However, Darcy noted that there was a sheen of steel in her serene gaze focused on the woman who so publicly insulted her sister. Miss Bingley. How lovely to see you again. Charmed. Caroline did not even possess the grace to feel chagrined. *--* *--*
Lady Heaton had seen Lady Swetherton in conversation with that woman. who wore an iridescent, shimmering silk whose ruby red echoed in the stones hung about her neck. Breathtaking thought Lady Isabelle. For not the first time Lady Heaton envied men their freedom to taste a womans beauty. Scanning the room once more, she approached Lady Swetherton for the introduction she sought. Madeline, how lovely you look this evening. Lady Heaton feigned her sincerity. Thank you Lady Isabelle. As do you. What a pleasant evening, she said a distantly as she looked around the crowded room. A testament to Lady Chillingsworth, Lady Heaton proclaimed, condescendingly. She was a distant connection of the Lady in question. Chillingsworth? Oh, no. Lady Swetherton continued unaware, It is for Lord Edwin. Pardon, you must be mistaken. Lady Heaton interrupted. I am not, Isabelle. Tonight Lord Aubrey presents his heir. Ah. I misunderstood. Covering her mistake with as much grace as possible, Lady Heaton was dismayed, certain Lord Barton would not come this evening. Never. Not for anything even remotely connected to Aubrey. Such drivel is that not what he said? Recollecting her intent in speaking to the dreadful Lady Swetherton, Lady Heaton forged ahead. Madeline, pray, tell me, who was that ravishing creature you were speaking to earlier? She will certainly be the bell of the ball this evening. Not appreciating the slight to her own beauty, Lady Swetherton replied, Elizabeth Bennet. She and her sister, Jane Bennet, are guests of Lord Aubrey. Indeed? Lady Heaton was liking this better and better. A friend of Lord Aubrey? That certainly will put distance between them. Lady Heaton smiled smugly, and asked for an introduction. Certainly, my dear. This way. The two women glided through the throng, acknowledging the greetings and glances of the women and men, respectively, until they reached Elizabeth and Jane. The Bennets were taking a moment to gather their forces before the onslaught began, again. Miss Bennet? Both women looked up. Oh dear, articulated Elizabeth in a voice audible only to Jane. Chechin ya doodzle.Basically, she said, Oh dear, another simpering, stuck-up bubble head, but it loses something in translation. Jane had just about enough time to compose herself from the unladylike snort escaping her throat as she saw the approaching twosome.
Dallyade nitchglonen utak semblaz uted informed Elizabeth that they looked like wolves without sheeps clothing. Tak, was Elizabeths reply. To the approaching women she said, sweetly, Lady Swetherton, may I present my sister, Jane Bennet? A pleasure my dear. Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth, may I introduce Lady Isabelle Heaton? They all curtsied and smiled, all the while assessing the other. Elizabeth and Jane were assessing the calculating manner of Lady Heaton who assessed the competition, while Lady Swetherton felt a rush of adrenaline being in such well connected company. The Bennet sisters were called away and Lady Heaton sighed with relief. That is until she saw Lord Malcolm Barton descend the stairs to join, if not become, the evenings main event. *--* *--* Lord Geoffrey Malthers, the Duke of Chillingsworth, host for the evening, called the gathering to order. Lords and Ladies, ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your attention please. Welcome. The crowd murmured their reply. As many of you know, Lord Edwin Aubrey, 12th Earl of Ferrars has an announcement to make. Honored guests, I present to you my dear friend, Lord Edwin Aubrey.
*--* *--* Lord Barton strode around the crowded ballroom. He could hear surprise in the murmurs at his appearance at Aubreys ball. Aubreys certainly turned out a crowd. I wonder what his great announcement can be. His mouth twisted in derision. Aubrey was no friend of his. They had clashed publicly over many of the issues: public education, tenant land rights and instituting forced military service. Barton was feudal in his preferences: ignorant tenants dependent on him to interpret the law, and on his benevolence. He also liked his women spirited or submissive. His secret yearning was for a woman who would fire his soul and bend to his will after a decidedly intoxicating struggle. The likelihood of finding someone tonight is negligible, he thought, disdainful of the silk and jewels fluttering about. Barton was wealthy, titled, powerful and physically intriguing. His features were considered handsome, but the calculating eye he cast on women either left them cold or stirred their blood. He was accustomed to getting what he wanted. What was not given freely he took, blatantly. Few opposed him. Lord Aubrey was one who continually did. But even Aubrey is not fool enough to omit me from the evenings festivities. The way the man received me it was almost a challenge, a gauntlet thrown in my face. Ah, the game begins, thought Lord Barton as Chillingsworth called for attention. Whats
that? Barton moved closer, silently cursing the twittering women clustered around. An heir? I thought the old goat childless after loosing Henry. The swarm around Lord Aubrey marked the center of attention. Lord Barton continued prowling the perimeter wondering who would carry on Lord Aubreys quest to annoy Barton and his cause. Lord Barton moved to speak with Lord Oswald Heaton a few feet away when he heard it: her laugh ringing clear and true. What? he asked himself. Impossible. Slowly he approached like a hyena circling its prey, eyes alert, on the lookout for a sign of weakness in those around him. The potential for advantage was a lure he could not resist. Then he saw her. Her curls bounced along that delicious, creamy neck. He longed to run his hands and lips along that column of skin until he reached the mass of dark curls. She turned towards a woman on her left, away from Lord Aubrey. Those eyes! They were filled with joy, nervousness, excitement. They sparkled and when she arched one brow Lord Bartons breath caught in his throat. Etheringtons party! That minx! The one who got away! What does she do here? She stands so close to Aubrey, a man old enough to be her father. Surely Aubrey would not dare bring a mistress to Chillingsworths ball. It is for him! His heir. He is to announce his heir. Could it be?[/i/] He stepped closer, amazed at the beauty before him. To his delight he found there were not one but two of the most enchanting women he had ever beheld. One blond and fair in an azure gown with sea green beads on her bodice, and [i]such a lovely bodice it is. A smile graced her lips, lips begging to be kissed until they bruised and reddened. And her companion, the one on Lord Edwins arm, life oozed from her every pore. He could feel her from where he stood, and she aroused him as no other had. His eyes narrowed, raking over her every feature as he continued encircling her and her companions. Her figure was impressive. His pace slowed, his mouth watered. If this is in fact that vixen what does she do here? He felt his blood surge. Could she be the one to unleash my passion? I must find out more about this enigma. She is much to enticing to let slip through my fingers, again. Thank you Geoffrey. Lord Aubrey looked a little flabbergasted as he spoke to the multitudes. Both Jane and Elizabeth thought him similar to their father. They looked at each other knowing he was in their thoughts. Yes, well. With the state of the world and whatnot I thought it time to present my heir to society. The crowd murmured momentarily. It will Lord Aubrey continued and the crowd quieted. It will come as no surprise to many that Gwendolyn and I agreed when our son Henry died, that we would choose our goddaughter Elizabeth Anne Bennet as our successor. Again the crowd erupted in whispers. Elizabeth honors us with her gracious acceptance. Lords and Ladies, and Gentlemen, may I present Miss Elizabeth Anne Bennet. Applause rose amidst the ranks amid the vast hall. Darcy gazed at her beauty but wondered at his own fate. He clasped Janes hand once Bingley released it. Congratulations Miss Bennet.
Thank you Mr. Darcy, but the praise goes to Lizzy. She will make a wonderful Mistress of Belton House. Indeed, replied Darcy. Caroline? Are you well? Bingley was greatly alarmed at his sisters countenance. All color had drained from her face, her eyes were unfocused. Eliza Bennet? Heir to the Ferrars fortune? was all she could mumble as she stumbled from the group. Bingley looked apologetically at Jane before going after his sister. Darcy and Jane looked at each other, irrepressible smiles tugging at the corners of their mouths. Jane began as her mirth faded and she appraised the man before her. She took her chance. Mr. Darcy Yes, Miss Bennet. What are your intentions towards my sister? Darcy now felt the color drain from his cheeks. I do not wish to embarrass you, I only wish to protect my sister. I assure you Miss Bennet He stumbled through his words. Please do not misunderstand me. Tis only I see how you look after her when you think no one notices. The color returned to Darcys face, in force. Please remember all she has endured these past few months. While a great honor Lord Aubrey bestows, it is a heavy load for her to bear. Darcy looked at Jane with new appreciation for the depth of her understanding and love for her sister. He had much to learn. Bingley returned without Caroline. I am afraid I must leave you this evening my dear Miss Bennet. He took her hand placing a lingering kiss upon it. He looked deeply into her eyes before releasing it. He turned towards his friend. Is Caroline well? she asked. Bingley hesitated before answering his lady. I believe the shock of your sisters good fortune is too much for her. Miss Bennet? Yes, Mr. Bingley. May I call upon you tomorrow? Of course, sir. She smiled.
Excellent! Please give my congratulations and warmest regards to Miss Elizabeth. Thank you, I will. Then until tomorrow, goodnight my dear Miss Bennet. Good night Mr. Bingley. Darcy. Bingley. And with that, Charles Bingley departed. *--* *--* Lord Aubrey danced once with Elizabeth and once with Jane. Lord Fitzwilliam did the same, as did Richard Fitzwilliam and his brother, Arthur. Darcy tried to quell the desperate feelings threatening to consume him as her hand lay in each and every one of those knaves, related though they may be. When Sir Reslow approached her for a dance he nearly burst, wanting to rush the man to the ground. Darcy had secured his quota of two dances while still in Canterbury, so was constrained to the sidelines to watch until he could claim her. He tried to stand easy, but he could not. He nearly jumped out of his skin when his Aunt Fitzwilliam tapped his elbow with her fan. Darcy, you look absolutely miserable. Although she knew where his eyes were fixed, she turned her head in an exaggerated movement following Elizabeth as she glided across the dance floor. Why have you not requested a dance, if you are so eager to hold her? Her phrasing surprised him and he blushed at the implications. Lady Abigail Fitzwilliam laughed a full, hearty laugh. Her nephew looked sheepish, waiting for her to regain her composure. I have. The supper and last dance of the evening, he replied before focusing once again on Elizabeth. You always were good at chess, a master of strategy, is that not what you told Richard? Darcys color returned in full force. He enjoyed his Aunts teasing as a rule, but this evening he had no patience for it. Not now that Mr. Simpson was leading Elizabeth in the dance. Now I have no patience for anything, he muttered under his breath. His Aunts laughter interrupted his grousing. Oh, my dear Darcy. I do believe you are smitten, she breathed out, trying to catch her breath she laughed so hard. Unrelentingly so, dear Aunt, he tore his eyes off Elizabeth to look at his Aunt, sincerely. And I would have it no other way.
Lady Fitzwilliam looked at the man she had watched grow out of tragedy to so brilliantly handle all the trials life had given him. She knew Fitzwilliam Darcy, and she knew Elizabeth Bennet. While never thinking of the two of them together before, she could see how they would be perfect for each other. Darcy could provide the stability and steadfastness Lizzy needed and she could give him back his heart, and laughter and joie de vivre. Oh, dear God, yes, please, she silently petitioned. They both deserve so decidedly to be happy, she thought to herself. I wish you well, my dear William. I will do all in my power to assist you. Darcy smiled at his Aunt who had placed her hand on his arm. He covered it with his own and spoke softly, Thank you, my dear, dear Aunt Abigail. They shared a smile and as the last dance before the supper dance began, he asked, May I have this dance, dear lady? With pleasure, sir. Lady Fitzwilliams heart was light and full of hope. She was on the arm of one of the most alluring men of the ton, her own son was home safe from the continent and love was very much in the air. *--* *--* Elizabeth was finally able to take some refreshment after dancing almost the entire ball with one gentleman or another. The only man who held her interest had claimed one of his two dances. His other was yet to come, the finale to her coming out. Just thinking of his powerful arms about her for the waltz they had shared sent shivers running along her spine, even now. It is like this every time we touch, she thought, a smile playing about her tempting and tempted lips. Miss Elizabeth? a deep voice came from behind her. Startled she turned around, almost dislodging the remaining liquid in her cup. Lord Barton! she exclaimed before recollecting herself into a suitable curtsey. Looking up she found his eyes devouring her in a cold, reptilian manner. Shivers of another kind took hold of Elizabeth. She took another sip of punch. May I have the next dance? he asked, smugly. His hand had already taken the cup from her grasp. Her hand withdrew, instinctively. Their eyes locked in the stance of warriors about to do battle. Her cheeks flushed, his lips twitched. Bartons hand held hers and he led her to the dance. Elizabeths eyes flashed over to Darcy who had moved imperceptibly forward. Their eyes met and she relaxed, sending him a message to stop. Darcy relaxed. He saw her take a deep breath and nod again, this time to him indicating that she was all right. She knew he was there, willing to intervene on her behalf, if needed. Secure with this knowledge she was able to move forward. The familiar strains of a waltz filled the air, increasing Darcys misery. Obviously someone paid a larger sum to move this number up by one. Trying to quell his distress, he sought
Elizabeths gaze. She was there and locked onto his gaze. As the couple began to move, he nodded to her in resignation. Barton reveled in her distress, almost feeding off the concern plainly written across her lovely face. His hand held hers, she placed her hand on his arm and he grinned like a cat, a big cat who held his prey within his claw. He pulled her in, closer to his body. Her skirts brushed alongside his inner thigh. She stiffened, her eyes flashing daggers as she read his expression of passion, desire not to love, but to possess, dominate, and devour. Finally his eyes looked into hers. He smiled and she felt entombed. You dance beautifully, Miss Bennet. As if you were born to it. Thank you, Lord Barton. Please, let us not be so formal, you and I. Lord Barton, this is the first opportunity for us to make an acquaintance. I am content, Miss Elizabeth, as long as it is not our last. With that he whirled her around the room, and she felt the physicality of his presence. He exuded power like a coiled serpent. She was unsure if it came from the unspoken threat of harm or the sheer force of his personality. Elizabeth collected her thoughts as her body reeled from his embrace. His hand exerted a constant pressure on her back, yet it felt like a caress. His other hand encircled hers. His head leaned in towards her, his eyes never leaving her gaze. She knew he was a formidable opponent. Finally, she recalled her line of questioning. Lord Barton, do you enjoy traveling? Seeing new sights? Why, yes, Elizabeth, I do. She looked up at him in censure. He laughed out loud. Certainly you do not feel bound by the conventions of society? I know I do not. No, Elizabeth, when I find something I like, something I want, I go after it. Her eyebrow arched, her back stiffened, pressing against his hand. Oh no, none of that, my dear. You have nothing to fear from me, at least, not yet. I have just returned from a journey myself. She continued ignoring his breach of propriety. He looked surprised at her countering his offensive. His brow now arched in imitation of her signature trait. I was most fortunate to travel to Kent. Ah, Aubrey still runs Queensdown, does he not? Barton attempted to regain dominance
of the conversation. Indeed. However, I reference our journey to one of the Great houses of Kent, Rosings. Are you familiar with Anne and her mother, Lady Catherine de Bourgh? Those who were watching took note that for the briefest of moments, barely a heartbeat, Lord Barton faltered, while his face registered shock. The music sounded its last note. Partners bowed and curtsied to each other before heading off the floor. Lord Barton walked Elizabeth over to her sister where Darcy awaited. Once Barton left, he bowed and spoke, Miss Bennet. Mr. Darcy, she curtsied. He took her hand and warmth returned to it. She smiled and looked at his apprehensive face. Seeing her eyes sparkle, a brilliant smile lit his handsome face. Many women on the sidelines swooned slightly behind their fans. Are you well, Elizabeth? he asked, squeezing her hand before the dance parted them. He watched as she circled the man next in line. Her dark curls bounced against the sensuous skin of her neck. He felt his blood warm. His breath caught as she returned to him, her hand outstretched for his. The smile in her eyes took his breath away. I am well, now, Fitzwilliam, she said quietly as she moved closer to him. They held hands, arms bent, touching uniting them for a moment. His heart rose, full of joy. His smile reached his eyes and filled his countenance. Before too long, the music ceased and Darcy led Elizabeth back to Lord Aubrey, his hand resting assuredly and possessively on her lower back. Barton watched the couple as he led Lady Heaton to her carriage, his eye taking in their level of familiarity. I may not be her first, he mused, but I shall be her best.
Chapter Seven May, 1812 Treemore House London By nature Charles Bingley was an optimistic man. His buoyant nature predisposed him to find the good in every person and in every situation. So it was with genuine pleasure that he greeted Winters message that Miss Elizabeth wished to see him. The inhabitants of Treemore House had agreed that morning that Elizabeth would speak to him of their concerns. Miss Elizabeth, how good it is to see you, he rose from his bow. He had been shown
into Elizabeths study, a sage green room gently lit by the morning sun. Looking out one of the rooms many windows he marveled at the garden so beautifully arrayed. Mr. Bingley. How nice of you to call. The lady responded as she curtsied. Will you not sit down? she nodded to Winters who left them in Elizabeths study. They took their seats in the window alcove, near a table covered with scattered bits and pieces of paper. The morning light bathed the area and it looked warm and inviting to Bingleys eye. The clock on the mantle chimed the hour. Both looked at each other in silence. A knock on the door broke the anticipation that had set in. Come, called Elizabeth. The door opened and Winters returned with tea and scones. I hope you do not mind I have asked for some sweets to sustain us. May I pour for you? she asked with a sweet smile. Bingley had only been in Elizabeths company two or three times before, but never without Jane beside him. To his surprise he found himself becoming uncomfortable. He watched her pour the tea, fascinated by her hands. Her palms were slender, her fingers long and delicate, her movements graceful, economic. I wonder what they feel like? he thought then blushed as he looked up into her waiting eyes. Elizabeth watched the man sitting across from her, her hand outstretched mid-air holding his cup of tea. As he looked up she noticed the scarlet spread across his cheek. She wondered at its cause. She added this observation to the file kept in her head. Cream? Sugar? Sugar, please. He took the cup while she found the lemon. Only one, he offered placing the saucer in both hands to quell the trembling that had begun. He felt the room grow warm. Elizabeth deposited the sugar cube into his cup. She then busied herself with preparing her own tincture leaving Bingley to assess his emotions. Elizabeth appeared glorious adorned in a lilac morning dress. The gentle sun streaming from the windows illuminated both the fabric of her gown and the lustrous auburn of her curls. More than ever before he saw her for the beautiful woman she was, and felt his reaction to her sitting alone with him. He now understood why Darcy could not seem to get enough of Elizabeth, and why sometimes he said the most ridiculous things in her presence. Remembering Darcy and Jane helped regain the direction his thoughts away from the direction in which they wandered. Mr. Bingley, Elizabeth began after watching his distress unfold in front of her. Yes Miss Elizabeth? Forgive me for being so bold as to speak frankly with you, but I have found in my limited experience that it is always for the best. She looked at him for approval to proceed.
I most assuredly agree with you. Excellent. I have been endorsed by my sister and Lord Aubrey to conduct this interview. Bingley squirmed in his seat, unease settling in his stomach. Elizabeth looked at him, assessing the man before her. May I inquire as to what your intentions are towards my sister, Jane? Bingley was grateful he had waited for Elizabeth to finish speaking before sipping his tea. Otherwise he was sure it would be spewed all over his lovely interrogator. Calmly, well as calmly as he could, he placed the delicate blue cup and saucer on the table between them. Miss Elizabeth, I assure you my intentions are strictly and completely honorable. Bingley noticed Elizabeths brow arch. Of that I have not doubt, sir. I only ask what, exactly those intentions may be. She smiled at the man in front of her. My our concern is two -- no, three fold. Jane is extremely precious to us Mr. Bingley, extremely precious, as you may know. Especially now so much has changed. Of course. I perfectly understand. Do you? Yes, Miss Elizabeth. I have two sisters of my own. Again her brow arched, only this time her lips pursed. And since the passing of my our mother and father I have looked after their interests. As you say. She sipped her lukewarm tea thinking of the differences between Jane and Bingleys sisters. Scone? she held the tray in front of him. Yes, thank you. He nibbled one of the delicacies, inwardly savoring the warm fluffiness reminiscent of his childhood. Miss Elizabeth, as you have stated your preference for plain speaking so I will answer your unasked questions. I intend to marry Miss Bennet, if she will have me, of course. Ah, now we come to the material point. She placed her cup on the table then placed her hands on her lap, straightening unseen wrinkles. Why, Mr. Bingley, are you now willing to marry her, when only a few months ago you abandoned her to heartache? Heartache, Mr. Bingley, and derision. Bingleys countenance crumbled. He turned away looking out the window. The lovely spring morning continued as it had when he had climbed the steps to Treemore House that morning. Yet now everything had changed for himself. Elizabeth continued. My sister, of course, is too polite to say these things to you, but I was with her sir, during those long winter months when she faced the loss of our father, our childhood home and the man
who possessed her heart. When I arrived at Longbourn all I heard was Mr. Bingley this, Mr. Bingley that. I have learned to filter most of what my stepmother goes on about, Mr. Bingley, as does Jane. Your 5,000 pounds were safe from us. Bingley blushed but then spoke. I assure you Lady Elizabeth that notion was never given any credence by me. Elizabeth looked at Bingley for a long time. All the goodwill he thought he had accrued with that answer faded as she maintained her vigil on his person. Finally and agonizingly slowly she spoke. As you say, Mr. Bingley. Then pray, tell me, why did you abandon my sister. I never Your sister My sister? What has Louisa Caroline, Mr. Bingley. Caroline sent my sister a note, this note, she handed Bingley a letter that lay on the table at her side. She watched him intently as he read of her cruelty. Shaking with anger and remorse he spoke. Miss Elizabeth. I assure you there first it was never my intent to give up my lease on Netherfield. I hold it to this day. Lizzy cocked her head to the right. Bingley soldiered on. More to the point there never was nor will be anything between Miss Darcy and myself. Good God, she the child is but 16! Then why did you not return to her? Or even send word? All the steam Bingley had built up deflated in a grand fizzle. He looked dejected and Elizabeth was glad she was the one holding court. She was sure both Lord Aubrey and Jane would have forgiven him with one glance at the true sadness exhibited on his face. She watched as he faced himself and his actions and was determined he acknowledge the consequences of those actions. Quietly she picked up her tea, took a sip then a quick look at the man still examining himself, finally focusing her gaze on a rose bush across from where they sat. She kept her eyes focused out the window. What to do next? she asked herself. Jane loves him still, that much is certain. She sighed, And beyond this lack of judgment, I have no quarrel with him loving her in return. But to let him have his prize without some reckoning is impossible. How can we know he will be constant to her in the future? She turned her gaze to the man in question, as if trying to pierce into his mind and heart for what she sought. Internally he did the same. She is correct. Do I truly deserve her? Why did I not follow
my own council and return? he sighed and turned to look the other way. What does that say about me, that I ran away from my own happiness? Bingley looked so much like a chastised puppy that Elizabeth had to stifle the laugh threatening her composure. Bingley stiffened. Forgive me Mr. Bingley, my words were perhaps too harsh. But most accurate, Miss Elizabeth. Both sat straighter in their seats. All my life I have gone about from one thing to another, never truly concerned with the consequences of my actions. Elizabeth gasped. Let me assure you, until Jane I mean Miss Bennet there was nothing serious about my actions. I was amiable but no more. No, the one whose heart most often was ruptured was my own. But no matter, for I would simply move on to the next ball, or the next evening at the theater. Bingley looked over seeing Elizabeths displeasure. I assure you Miss Elizabeth there was nothing ever scandalous. Such inconsistency, she mumbled to herself. Bingley however, caught her meaning and sighed as her judgment pierced his heart. So I was until I met your sister, Miss Bennet. Elizabeth looked up with a warriors eye cast upon him. He knew she would defend Jane to the death. He knew Jane deserved such loyalty and devotion and nothing less. When we first met, none of my family nor my friends gave my affection for your sister any credence. They had seen me profess similar sentiments before. Oh Jane! Lizzy gasped again. That was only at first, Miss Elizabeth. The more time I spent with Miss Bennet the more I knew my heart had found its home. Elizabeth sat staring at Bingley, now on the edge of his seat in front of her, determined to convince her of the veracity of his words. When we left Netherfield it was my intent to return after the holidays. But Caroline and Darcy kept postponing our return. I had thought to return on my own but I could not overcome the will of my sisters and my friend. He turned towards the window once more. And if truth be told I was afraid. Elizabeth looked at Bingley waiting for him to continue. Afraid of the depth of my emotions, my love for your sister, as well as knowing how unworthy I am of such a rare and precious gift. Bingley stopped, having run out of words. Elizabeth rose walking slowly to the opposite wall of her study. Her hands wrapped around her sides and she was lost to the world Bingley was so overwhelmed by his revelations he failed to notice her movement.
Making her decision, Elizabeth walked to the French connecting doors that led into Lord Aubreys study. Turning once at the door, she addressed the man so lost before her. That will do, Mr. Bingley. But I warn you, we shall be watching. He looked up to see her open the doors and walk out. In her place stood Jane, tears streaming down her cheek. He rose, tears now falling from his own eyes. My love, he whispered unaware he spoke aloud. Charles. She offered her hand to him. In two strides he was at her side with her hand in his own. Keeping his eyes locked on hers he brought her hand to his lips. Can you ever forgive me my darling? he begged. I already have. The grace of her forgiveness burst within him, igniting his joy. He felt happier, lighter, freer than at any time in his life. Yet even in the midst of his euphoria he knew, he promised them both he would never abandon her again. He somehow had received her love and he would never take her for granted. I will treasure you forever, Jane, I love you. Will you have mercy on me and marry me? Please? Oh, yes, Charles. You make my heart complete. With that he embraced her, his lips upon her own. Lord Aubrey coughed from where he stood in his study. Both realized he had been there for quite some time. Do you have something to say to me young Mr. Bingley? Aubrey could not contain his delight. If Lizzy was satisfied with his contrition, he was too. *--* *--* Two days after the ball, Miss Jane and Miss Elizabeth Bennet were exhausted from the steady stream of curious callers, the ton wanted details about these intriguing ladies entering their ranks. Fortunately, Lady Fitzwilliam had called earlier as had Lady Edna Westcoff, Duchess of Cornwall. The Duchess had been Lady Gwendolyns dearest friend and had taken to Lizzy from the first summer they met almost ten years ago. The inquisition has not been too brutal, thought Lady Edna, but then again how could it with Abigail and me standing guard?Lady Edna looked at Lady Abigail grateful that another of the old guard and dear friend of Gwendolyn was there to protect two of the newest and more controversial members of society. As the last lady and her mother exited Aubreys door, Lady Edna heaved a heavy sigh of relief. Well, I for one am glad that is over with. She said flinging herself on the settee. Lady Fitzwilliam spoke once they could halt their laughter. Oh Edna, it was not as dreadful as I had thought possible. Edna eyed her friend skeptically until she broke into giggles once again. Perhaps, but only just. The four erupted into laughter releasing the strain of the
morning. Their revelry was interrupted by a footman announcing that dinner was served. The ladies strolled into the dining room. There, instead of Lord Aubrey alone stood Fitzwilliam Darcy and his cousin, Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam. All three bowed as the ladies arrived. As Jane and Elizabeth curtsied, Edna Westcoff and Abigail Fitzwilliam noticed the blushes on Elizabeth and Darcy looking to each other for confirmation. Both smiled with the experience of many years of successful matchmaking between them. Both knew love personally and recognized its seed in others. Elizabeth spoke first. Mr. Darcy. Colonel Fitzwilliam, such an unexpected pleasure. She sat and the servants began serving the meal. I invited the gentlemen, Lizzy. Lord Aubrey began after tasting his wine. Fitzwilliam has generously agreed to supplement your education. Lizzys eyebrow arched almost to her hairline. A smile broke across the remainder of the table. Only Darcys countenance indicated a strain of concern as he knew he would bear the brunt of whatever wit that would now pass her lips. Oh, was all the lady could say. Yes. I know you and Jane aided Thomas in running Longbourn, but now you are Mistress of my holdings, both in land and commerce. Elizabeth relaxed as Lord Aubrey touched a well of her insecurity. Sipping her wine she appraised Darcy as he sat, almost meekly awaiting her response. She is so strong, so willing to learn. So beautiful.Darcy stopped this train of thought as he was in company that would only use his blush to tease him unmercifully. I see. Lizzy put down her glass daring to look at her too smug and smiling god-father. Taking her knife and fork in hand, she looked across seeing reflections of Aubreys smirk on her companions faces. She smiled to herself before looking at Darcy directly. Instantly, heat flushed her body. His handsome face concentrated on the plate before him. She tried to relax, focusing her mind on breathing in and releasing each breath in a regular pattern. He looked up and their eyes locked. Her breath could not move within her lungs. Darcy was there, without pretense, somehow available to her. His eyes spoke of humility, contriteness, of willing her to say yes.He knew that he had very little to teach her. The biting retort was wiped off her tongue along with all notions of refusal. His eyes led hers to simply say, yes. Both relaxed. Both felt understanding blossom between them. Finally Elizabeth spoke with the remnants of her composure. And when will these lessons begin? Immediately Elizabeth. Lord Aubrey responded happily. There is much to cover before the social necessities overcome us all. The remainder of the meal was spent in pleasant conversation with looks of understanding and mirth shared by all save perhaps the two they were most often centered upon.
*--* *--* Elizabeth knocked on the heavy oak door. Come. She heard Lord Aubreys still strong voice. Hesitantly she opened the door. She had been able to spend a few solitary moments collecting herself before the forthcoming interview. For all the assurances of his eyes, Elizabeth was not certain what to expect from the coming hours spent in Mr. Darcys company. Knowing Lord Aubrey, they would be suitably chaperoned for the first twenty minutes or until Lord Aubreys sleep caught up with him. And so it was for the first half hour while Darcy and Elizabeth settled on the topics they would cover in the future and those they would begin with today. Surprisingly the time passed quickly as he was an able and generous teacher and she a quick and willing student. Both knew Lord Aubreys goals and they were dedicated to continuing them, even more efficiently if possible. Before long they heard a gentle snore from Lord Aubrey ensconced in his chair by the fire. The two drew their eyes from their friend towards the one they held increasingly dear. Elizabeth felt her breath catch, Darcy felt his heart stop beating. Elizabeth. He whispered, unaware he had spoken aloud. Her cheeks blushed furiously. Her hands cupped her cheeks trying to cool their fever. Elizabeth. Miss Elizabeth. I hope this is acceptable to you. Of course Mr. Darcy. She looked away. He continued. I know we did not begin our acquaintance in the usual manner. She snorted. He looked up as a most charming, almost boyish smile crossed his face. To say the least, sir. She smiled again, until a troubled thought darkened her countenance. Elizabeth, would you permit me to call upon you, to court you as you deserve? He looked at her earnestly, eagerly, like a young boy asking for a treat. And how sir, am I to be courted as I deserve? she asked with merriment in her eye. Most passionately, most properly, he flustered. With time to know each other fully. I long to hear more of your wit and observations of the world, Elizabeth. What I have witnessed intrigues me, immensely. And my kiss? Both blushed recalling the heat and softness of their shared passion. I long for that even more, my lady. Every night and every day I recall those moments with fervent fondness. As do I, Fitzwilliam. As do I.
Silence enveloped them as they sat lost in each others eyes. Elizabeth felt part of her heart unlock, unleashing a torrent of desire throughout her body. For a moment she was lost, adrift, as reality swam around her. Darcy rose as did Elizabeth and they found themselves within each others arms. As their lips came together they heard Lord Aubrey move in his chair and they recollected they were not alone. He released her from his embrace. His hands followed her slender arms until they held her hands which he raised to his lips. His kiss was soft, insistent and much longer than properly allowed. Both understood the importance of propriety yet recognized the strength of the passion in themselves and in each other. *--* *--* May, 1812 Bond Street London For the first time in her life, Caroline Bingley was conscious of the cost of the gloves and bonnets before her. Two days after the Chillingsworth ball her brother had informed her he would no longer subsidize her allowance. When asked why, he had told her, Because Caroline, I will no longer turn a blind eye to your manipulations. You wrote to Jane, Miss Bennet, insinuating that I had a tender regard for Miss Darcy. Georgiana Darcy, by God, Caroline! She is but a child! It is indecent the way you think. To have Miss Bennet agonize after all the attention I gave her to think I was toying with her that my feelings led to to a child. How base, Caroline. I knew of no other way to redirect her expectations. Redirect her expectations?! Caroline. I intend to marry Jane Bennet. That has been my expectation, Caroline, since November. If not for you and blasted Darcy I would have returned in January after Twelfth Night. I would have been back at Netherfield if not for you involving us in useless chatter attending one ball after another. To which you went willingly Charles Bingley. Caroline regained the offensive. Do not place all the blame on me. If you so truly loved your little mouse, Miss Bennet, you would have returned to her with or without my consent. True, sister that is too true. However, that does not lessen the enormity of your deceit. And to that I no longer wish to contribute. What? What are you saying, Charles? she asked as if struck in the face. That I shall no longer supplement your allowance. No more covering the expenses that exceed what your inheritance provides. I have tried gentler methods with you, Caro, to no avail. Therefore, I shall strike where your interest has always lain, in your purse. He
walked over to his desk retrieving a fine leather portfolio. These are the bills from the various modesties you frequent. I suggest you arrange for their payment. With that he handed her the handsome folder, turned and left his study. Caroline, there you are. Louisa Hurst came up to her. Oh, look, a new shipment of gloves, how lovely. Louisa looked at her sister and stopped her chatter. Caroline, she asked ushering her sister quickly to a quiet corner of the store. Dearest, tell me, whats wrong? Are the Darcys well? As far as I know, Caroline replied, dispirited. Louisa skimmed her mind for another source of concern for her sister. Charles! Is anything wrong with our brother? Only his ingratitude. I do not understand. Charles has never been one Oh, Louisa! she cried out before recalling her place. She continued in a low hiss, he has cut off Not your allowance? Louisa was mortified. No, but only marginally better. He says I must live within my allowance. No! Louisa had covered her mouth to hide the shock. Mirth, however crept in around the corners of her lips. She loved her sister but was becoming a bit vexed with the endless complaints against Charles, Victor, her husband, and in an indirect way, herself. Yes, Caroline continued, unaware of her sisters growing dissatisfaction. He says I am to pay my own way. Has he removed you from the townhouse? True horror grew in Louisas breast. She and Victor had only recently recovered from the months spent en famille at Netherfield. She was not sure her husbands affections could withstand another dose of Caroline. She looked at her sister who shrewdly returned her gaze. No, Louisa, you do not have to concern yourself that I will seek sanctuary with you and Mr. Hurst. Silently thanking her lucky star, Louisa asked, What led to such draconian measures, Caroline? Jane Bennet, that is what.
Jane? Oh, I see, Louisa allowed a moment of regret over the letter Caroline had sent. She knew mentioning Miss Darcy was too much, cruel even, however Caroline was adamant and it was easier to capitulate on a matter so utterly unconnected to herself. That little chit. Somehow Charles was informed of the contents of my private correspondence with Miss Bennet and now I am ruined. Caroline, you exaggerate. Louisa attempted to calm her sister. Do I? I am not so sure. How am I to maintain my position, Louisa? The standards I rigorously uphold? You know what it takes to remain au currant. Mark my words, I am sure that chit Eliza Bennet had a hand in this. I do not know how, but I can feel it to be so. Come, dear, let us take a cup of tea. Across the street there is a lovely tea room. Caroline held back. My treat, dear. Louisa ushered her sister in front of her before letting her mouth turn upwards. Good boy, Charles. Finally you show yourself to be a man, she thought as she exited the door. The Bingley sisters left without noticing that Lady Isabelle Heaton had arrived in time to hear Caroline bemoan the interference of one Miss Elizabeth Bennet. I must invite Miss Bingley to tea one day. Silly girl may prove useful to me, yet.
*--* *--* May, 1812 Small town along the River Thames The woman walked the muddy lane, her petticoat covered with more than 6 inches of mud. Her hair was badly gathered on top of her head streaked with gray. Stray curls tossed in the night breeze. A rough, woolen cape covered her dingy dress. Her complexion was sallow from time spent working the kitchens. She staggered, more from fatigue than wine, but it was her night off and she intended to make the most of it. She stopped outside the wooden door. It, like the alehouse she was about to enter, had seen better days. For a brief moment she straightened her shoulders, a glimpse of her former self. She then exhaled, caved into herself and opened the door. A cacophony of sounds, sights and smell assaulted her senses. She shivered in anticipation. The pub was filled mostly with River men, those who worked the docks, and those who sailed the ships. For three weeks she had come to hear their tales. Occasionally a military man would join the fray. She especially liked military men. They are certain to whet my appetite. There are so many of them and they have been away for so long. Hungry, thirst and lonely they are. Perfect, she thought laying her money on the table when the barkeep
brought her a glass of wine. She took a long draught quenching her thirst. She wiped her mouth, two lips at one time called delicate, intoxicating. Best not to think about that, ol girl, she chided herself. Best to focus on the task at hand. A barmaid the woman had befriended her first time at the pub came by. She bent her head to whisper in the womans ear. Theres a right olgame goin on Missy. Just to your likin. What are the stakes? the woman asked very aware of the amount of coin she carried. Same as always, love. 5 pounds to get in. You know I dont know nothin bout the limits. That be because there are none, the woman gave a coarse smile showing her darkened teeth. Aye. That be for certain. Shall I see if there be a place at the table for ye? the serving girl asked. Aye. I be much obliged. Both women nodded and the girl went off to a door at the back wall. In a minute she emerged. The woman was looking for her. She nodded and the woman finished her wine. She came towards the girl handing her glass off, along with a coin. The room was large enough to hold two tables of four players. There was room for observers of which there were a few. They played whist. The woman recognized the men at the first table as dock workers, loud and lousy at cards, she thought as she passed them by. Too bad theres no room at that inn, she smirked heading towards the table by the fire. Two men in uniform sat, their jackets unbuttoned, a bottle of wine half full next to the dark haired officer. She looked him over, rapaciously. As he caught her eye she looked down, diverting her attention to his companion. This man was younger, with an air of innocence only just lost. She looked back at the first soldier judging him to be the leader in their debauchery. She scratched her cheek with a split nail, then rubbed her hand on her cotton skirt. May I join you gents? she asked. The blond man looked up from heavy lids. By God, shes a woman, Wick . As long as she fills the pot, why not? The dark haired man grinned charmingly. Madame? he half-rose out of his seat. I pay as I play, same as the rest, the woman responded in a haughty voice. My friend here meant no offense madam. Shall we begin?
The woman nodded her agreement and the dealer, a stout man who was the village blacksmith dealt the cards and the game began in earnest. The woman kept her eyes on her cards while the first two rounds played out. She played well, winning the second hand and losing only a few pence in the first. The coins and pound notes began piling up as communication faltered. The blacksmith, Mr. Jones, told the dark soldier, If you bring dem horses over by midday I should have them shod by dusk. How many did you say? I did not. The blacksmith put down his cards and looked at his acquaintance. Mr. Wickham, how do you expect me to be prepared, at such short notice I may add, if you will not tell me how many horses are expecting their shoes? I thought you understood this was a hypothetical conversation. A hypo what? the strongly built man was confused. Hypothetical, make-believe. The handsome man smiled. Make-believe? Mr. Jones was miffed his payment for such a large job had instantly become make-believe right before his eyes. Yes. As a member of the militia I am always alert to the needs of my brother officers, so we may best prepare to defend our beloved homeland. The blacksmith mumbled something containing a fair number of bloody hells in it while the soldiers and the woman smiled. The blond man played his winning card. Blimey! cursed the blacksmith. As he dealt, he asked again. So, Lieutenant Wickham The dark haired officer winced at his name being bandied about so freely. How many horses are we talking about in this here hypocritical army of yours? The man smiled across the table at the woman who was still focused on her cards. She plays fairly well for a servant, he thought. A little unusual to play in public but poor lass, it is probably the only way she may find male company.He turned his attention to the waiting blacksmith. Ah, Mr. Jones, that would be approximately 30 horses That many? asked the blond Lieutenant. His fellow officer, Wickham, shot a warning glance at his companion. Tis not so unusual on a mission such as ours. Please sir, the woman spoke softly, but with a steady voice, I mean if it not be betrayen secrets of the Crown, what kind of mission are you brave souls off to? Pleased that the woman, even a woman as used up as this one appeared to be, was paying attention to their efforts, Wickham continued. This lad and I, he lowered his head
towards the blond man, Lieutenant Denny and I are on a special advance mission, madam. A bit of military reconnaissance, if you will. And our brothers-in-arms will be riding throughout the realm on their appointed task securing the safety and well-being of our mother England. The woman looked up in awe. A real life war hero you are then. No, no, Wickham answered, although his straightened posture indicated he felt the opposite. I had no idea, a friendly night of cards could be so exciting! the woman said. The blacksmith rolled his eyes before turning to Denny. You in or out? In, came his response. The game continued pleasantly for another hour or so. As the night progressed luck began favoring the military men. As it did, and another bottle of wine was shared among the four, Mr. Wickham and Denny let their tongues loosen about the places they hoped to see that summer. The ladys eyes flared momentarily when he mentioned Worthing-on-Sea as his destination. He asked, Have you ever been there, madam? Aye. Many years ago before I went into service. Me and my father passed through, once. I do not remember much, save the sound of the sea. Then I will take copious notes and report back to you on my way back to London, he answered. The woman smiled then played her last card with hesitation. It was not good enough to win the round and she sighed before saying, I fear I must take my leave of you gentlemen. It has been a spot of fun to share the table with you. Mr. Jones nodded his farewell while Lieutenants Denny and Wickham rose and bowed. Mr. Wickham escorted her to the main hall. Shall I see you home, madam? The woman looked up. A flash of fire rode across her eyes. She smiled wickedly, till she caught sight of a man with a patch over his eye. No thank you Lieutenant. I am afraid my mistress does not allow strange men at her door. It would be my job to allow you to see me home, sir. Another time then? The woman bobbed a curtsey and walked to the door. Wickham watched her exit before scanning the room. For a moment he glanced at the man with the eye patch, but shrugged off his supposition. Satisfied all was in order he returned to the cards.
Once the door shut, the one-eyed man, who was leaning against the mantle, paid his bill and left the pub. His face was taut with anger, unable to find what he searched for. As he walked the three blocks to where his coach awaited, he passed an alleyway. Before he could cross the muddy street he felt himself pulled into the darkness, pushed against the wall. Violently she tore off the patch and he saw her dirty finger pointed in his face. In the darkness he could only imagine the fire in her eyes. Just what, Mr. Darcy, her voice was very low, very dangerous. Just what do you think you were doing back there? You could have given us both away. She shoved him against the wall while she stood, hands on lovely hips glaring at him. He heard her foot tapping the ground. So lovely to see you, too, Miss but before he could finish his thought she grabbed his head pulling it to her lips. She kissed him hard before moving on to his cheek and ear. She began making guttural noises of appreciation as she hopped on to his waist. He felt his blood rush to his loins as he heard her gasp, Oh! Three drunken men approached on the street just beyond the alley. As they passed the entrance, they stopped to make sport. Ya better get to it, man. The lady sounds impatient, lad. They all laughed before moving on. Darcy took full advantage of the situation she had placed them in. His lips were everywhere as he raised her higher to kiss her breast. Elizabeth flung her head back, and moaned. Her body was enflamed. She looked at the man whose hands held her posterior. He cupped her derriere pressing her towards him. She felt his manhood erect and full. It mesmerized her as he moved his hips to rhythmically meet hers. Their eyes locked on to each other as she brought her hands up to cup his cheeks before bringing her lips to his. When her soft lips touched his they both felt a jolt run through their bodies. He pulled her roughly towards his hips as they rocked up to meet her. Turning, he pushed her against the wall and pressed himself into her eager flesh. He groaned as his movements became even more urgent and she felt her own hips undulate on the hard embankment he offered. Their moans reached a crescendo as they both found release in that dirty alley outside of London near the River Thames. They were in clothes neither would admit to ever wearing, let alone possessing. They were dirty, it was getting cold but neither one cared. She could feel wetness, still clasped across his hips, their foreheads touching. Eagerly his lips sought hers, gently this time. Finally he spoke in a whisper. I had to come. I was worried for your safety. His voice was honest, husky and fragile. She looked at him with tenderness. Perhaps we need to speak with Lord Aubrey, she smiled. He could hear it in her voice and relaxed, releasing a breath he wasnt aware he held. Slowly he released her to stand on her own two feet. Go, he said. My carriage is one
block away to the left. She nodded. I will follow close behind to make sure you are not harmed. She looked at him and smiled, and after straightening her skirts she returned his eye patch to him. He deftly put it on then said, Once there I must warn you about George Wickham. Her eyes shot up to meet his. His look was steady. All right, I will wait, this one time. She teased before turning around and leaving the alley. Checking both ways before proceeding, she made it to the carriage safely and unseen. Five minutes later the door opened and Darcy entered. With a quick smile and a pat on her knee he took the seat opposite her. He rapped the roof of the carriage. The coach began moving. I am impressed, Mr. Darcy. This coach looks positively used. She teased. Practically an antique, he returned in kind. I thought a man in possession of 10,000 a year would change carriages each season. Ah, yes. While that is usually the case, Madam, I believe it good form to have a conveyance such as this to rescue fair damsels from dirty pubs, without attracting too much undue attention. She smiled in response. While looking directly into his eyes she asked, Now, tell me all you know of Mr. Wickham. Startled but not surprised at the business-like quality of her voice, he began. Mr. Wickham was the son of my late fathers steward
*--* *--* It was late that night Lord Aubrey sat in his study staring unfalteringly into the flames warming him. The last few weeks had been a whirl of social events, teas, soirees, musical evenings, balls and nights at the theater and opera. The Queen Mother had invited them to join her in the Royal Box on more than one occasion. Darcy and Bingley kept their attentions constant to Elizabeth and Jane, and Lord Aubrey smiled recollecting the blushes of his wards. Ah, to be so young and carefree, he chuckled until his thoughts turned dark. Their lives were not carefree. They were all straining to their utmost to unravel the mystery still surrounding the Teurig. From almost the beginning, Aubrey thought Malcolm Barton was the mastermind behind the nefarious plot to unseat the government. Now, I am no longer sure.Elizabeth had uncovered notices tucked away in the newspapers, in the section devoted to public notices. At first she found them amusing and had given the articles to both him and Jane to enjoy. Jane was the one to notice the similarities of the grammatical structure with two of the intercepted messages sent from Barton to some of his co-conspirators. With a glance
between the sisters, they began work deciphering the code, while Winters was dispatched to procure on a daily basis as many newspapers as possible. The information contained yielded little new information on the plan, but what concerned them was it seemed someone was communicating with Barton from a distance. And just who that is remains a mystery.Aubrey filled his throat with the amber liquid he held in his glass. It burned as it went down, and he prayed it would burn away his confusion. It was becoming increasingly clear that someone would have to become closer to Malcolm Barton, and that thought drew bile to Aubreys tongue. Elizabeth, Aubrey let out in a gasp. Despair was not as familiar a companion as it had been after Lady Gwendolyns death. Lizzy had seen to that. She had come to him, reviving his spirit with her tender care. She brought Jane and Thomas to visit and together or separately, they slowly re-energized his will and spirit. Now, after loosing Gwen, losing Thomas, losing Longbourn, Aubrey had asked Elizabeth to risk a great deal by encouraging the attentions of Barton. She had been remarkably successful, much to the disconcertion of both Aubrey and Darcy. He had carefully observed Darcy while Barton led Elizabeth in the waltz at the ball. Darcys stoic demeanor had practically ossified when Barton pulled her in, closer than either man felt comfortable with. Baton had met Elizabeth socially on many occasions since then. Trifling events, except that each time, Barton let his intent be known. It became more difficult for Darcy to reign in either his anguish or rage as Barton pursued Elizabeth relentlessly. That Elizabeth could handle herself, neither doubted, but it was the look in her eye, the strain evident in her face once returned home, that concerned Aubrey. She has been through so much this year, and now, to add this to her young shoulders.He sighed and buried his head in his hands. I am so sorry, Thomas. You gave me your precious child to care for, and this is how I have failed you. Bartons reputation with women was well known. He was a reputed follower of the Marquis de Sade. Aubrey believed that a woman of Elizabeths caliber would stir Bartons blood. That he was interested in Elizabeth, given her connection to Aubrey, bode nothing good. Either his passion ran deep or he planned revenge. How do I both protect Elizabeth from harm and defeat Bartons plot? he thought despondently. He listed his strengths: Jane, Elizabeth, of course, Bingley and Darcy. He smiled remembering the morning that he had that conversation with the young Master of Pemberley. I have come to ask permission to court Miss Elizabeth, Lord Aubrey. Darcy looked so earnest and flustered. Lord Aubrey thought of teasing the taciturn Darcy but could not. His response would be enough for the man to bear. I believe it is customary on occasions such as this to express gratitude, but I cannot. Darcy was thunderstruck. [i]Is it possible I am denied? Is this all the response I am to expect?
Aubrey rose and walked to the decanter of port against the wall leaving a stunned and fuming Darcy in his wake. Aubrey poured out two rather full glasses handing one to his young friend. Aubrey took a long draught of liquid hoping it would burn away his guilt. Darcy Fitzwilliam, you know how important Elizabeth is to me. Not as important as she is to me. Darcy was indignant. That may be. He took another drink trying to decide whether to sit or stand. However, she is, at the moment, more important to England and to the Crown. Teurig, whispered Darcy despairingly. He knew he must restrain his emotions, Forcing her to chose between himself and her mission, Elizabeth would choose her country. A little taken aback Aubrey continued. Exactly. But how can my courting her ? I dont understand. He does sound a tad like a petulant boy, thought Aubrey. Elizabeth needs to focus all of her energy. I need her complete attention to unravel this whole thing. I could help, Darcy spoke of his own problem-solving skills and sense of strategy, but Aubrey really wasnt listening. Perhaps he could help. If he can be trusted to let her do her job!The older man kept his running dialogue active as he looked at Darcy who was now silent, and watching Aubrey. Have a seat, William. The man did. Aubrey joined him. Perhaps you may be of service. Let me add, which I should have earlier, that when this is all over and done with you may court Elizabeth, with my blessing. But unless this is resolved I am afraid none of our plans and wishes will amount to much anyway. Darcy grew concerned and focused although he could not quiet the joy in his heart. I am not rejected, just deferred. Darcy, as you know, Barton appears extremely interested in Elizabeth. Darcy gripped the armrests of his chair, tightly. Odd, but it seems Miss Bingley is involved in bringing them together. I believe Barton is masterful in manipulating introductions from her. I will kill him, he muttered. Now, now, man, get a hold of yourself. It was inevitable, really. Seeing Darcys agitation he addressed his friend. William, I need you to calm yourself and listen carefully to what I am about to say. You must answer honestly as much rides on your response. Darcy nodded. Barton has taken a decided interest in Elizabeth. Darcys nostrils flared as blood rushed through his body. So tight became his grip that his fingers left their
imprint on the leather armrests. I need England needs Elizabeth to pursue this interest. No. Darcy leapt from his chair to pace around the room. I cannot, you cannot allow this. You know what kind of man he is! I am not speaking of a betrothal, nor abandoning her to him. Fitzwilliam. I do not want Elizabeth harmed anymore than you do. However, allowing her closer contact could give her what she needs to uncover who, it seems, he is taking marching orders from. We must know the identity of this mystery person. It took Darcy a full five minutes to speak. Every fiber of his being screamed No but he knew he must concede. He knew Aubreys priorities and intelligence. If there was any other way around this he would take it. He knew Elizabeth, knew she was already apprised of these developments and was probably making plans as he sat there, impotent to stop these wheels from turning. What do you want from me? he finally asked. As you know, Elizabeth is never alone. When she goes out, one of our best accompanies her. She is aware that she is protected when she works, but as you and I know her mind works all the time. I have a squad of people who follow her constantly. Darcy blushed profusely recalling their stolen moments. Aubrey chuckled. Dont worry Darcy, with you she is unattended. Darcy sighed in relief. What I want is for you to accompany Elizabeth, but not stop Barton from approaching her. She needs to talk to him, dance with him, flirt with him, Aubrey paused while Darcy attempted to contain himself. She must be free to ask the questions only Lizzy knows to ask. And she needs access to his associates. As I said earlier, Caroline Bingley is being very helpful here. For once her attempts at ingratiating herself with the ton, in particular, Lady Heaton, may work to our advantage. Fortunately she is extremely generous with sharing these conversations with Jane and Lizzy in an attempt to educate them on the what did she say, on the sphere to which they have risen. Such nerve, albeit extremely useful nerve.
We know that they will attempt to overthrow the Prince this summer, in July. One of the components they are still in need of is the agreement of Lord General Winchester to pledge if not his support, than the indifference of the Palace Guards. This will leave the Prince undefended. They have subverted the treasure attempting to destroy its credit, and with the military refusing to march against them they will overthrow our government and England as we know it will cease to exist. Elizabeth believes that negotiations are underway that should Barton succeed, he would sue for peace with Napoleon. Darcy reacted as any loyal British subject would, with shock. Privy as he was to all Elizabeth and Jane had uncovered, facing treason was unnerving. He took another gulp of
his drink. He was unsure how to respond to the seemingly irrefutable fact, that his acquaintances were contemplating treason. So, he focused on what was important to him: Elizabeth. How can I help her? Noting that Darcys loyalties were with Elizabeth over the Crown, Aubrey continued. Nothing so difficult, really. Carry on as you are, with no understanding between you. Impossible. I see. I take it then, there is a private understanding? The younger man nodded sheepishly. Then keep it so. There is to be no public understanding or connection announced. Barton must feel free to approach her, to reveal himself. Noticing Darcys increased color, Aubrey chuckled. Fortunately for all of us Elizabeth is exceptionally quick and accurate. Darcy emptied the half full glass in one swallow. I shall try Lord Aubrey, but you do not know what you ask of me. Do I not? They exchanged a telling look between them. That I ask you to sit to watch the woman, dare I say love? Darcy nodded affirmatively, risk her reputation and perhaps more. Darcy glared at Aubrey. Her life? That is why I ask that you stay near. Aubrey collected his thoughts that had scattered envisioning Elizabeth at Bartons mercy. She will always be accompanied by a professional, although you may not be aware of their presence. But I know you Darcy and I know that with you no harm will come to my Little Lizzy. Aunt Fitzwilliam so called her at your ball. I had no idea can barely conceive of Elizabeth as anyones Little Lizzy. And yet she was, for almost a decade for Gwen and me. Darcy, what a lovely child she was. So lively, so bright. She and Jane were always coming up with games, puzzles, codes. Aubrey allowed images of his past shared with Gwendolyn, Jane and their beloved Elizabeth. Did you know she came up with a language of her very own, not once but three times? he chuckled. The first two, her younger sister, Lydia, discovered the key and told one of the neighborhood boys and they began deciphering Lizzy and Janes running commentary on the neighborhood. Ah, yes, but she outwitted them. He looked up quickly, catching Darcys furrowed brow. Dont worry Darcy. Elizabeth is one of the most capable people I have ever known. Not perfect mind you, but extremely capable. Changing his tone, Aubrey continued. Tell me Darcy, is Bingley as good a shot as he claims to be? Yes. It is his true talent. Why?
One of Lizzys weaknesses is Jane. Jane? Her sister, Jane Bennet? She is her Achilles heel, Darcy. Elizabeth would do anything, and I mean anything to protect her, to ensure Janes safety and happiness. Bingley has pledged to protect Jane so Lizzy can rest assured. And I am to protect Elizabeth? With your life. I give you my word, Aubrey, it shall be so. If she chooses this path, I have no choice but to follow. Aubrey walked over to Darcy placing his hand on the taller mans shoulder. You are a good man, Fitzwilliam. Your mother and father would be proud of the man you have become. It is her love that makes me so. It always is.
Chapter Eight? June, 1812 Covet Garden London Elizabeth fanned herself in Lord Aubreys box attempting to calm her uncharacteristic bout of nerves. Looking around the open expanse in front of her, she tried to avoid looking directly across in front of her. There, sat the man who had enflamed her in the foyer. There, staring at her unflinchingly sat Lord Malcolm Barton. She, with Jane and Lord Aubrey had just entered the Opera House finding Lord Barton and the Heatons engaged in conversation with Lord General Winchester. Lord Barton looked at her before approaching Lord Aubrey dragging his companions along with him. Aubrey, good to see you again. Lovely evening for a musical. Barton. Heaton. Lady Heaton. Good evening to you. Lord Aubrey responded tersely. Aubrey, Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth, charmed. Barton replied as Elizabeth felt Aubreys arm stiffen. Lord Barton bowed in front of Jane, then to Elizabeth. As he rose,
his eyes raked over her body, moving from her hips, up her waist, resting on her breast, then neck, lips finally looking her straight in her eye where he remained, leering at her. As his eyes traversed her body, so did the heat within her. She flushed from her neckline to her hairline, astonished and enflamed at his audacity. Lord Barton, Lady Heaton broke the tension. She was too aware of her paramours action and felt it was too much to give this country miss. Yet, she understood the allure. The woman before her was outstanding no matter what Miss Bingley proclaimed. The golden silk that caressed her form was flawless in design. Its simplicity looked elegant on Miss Elizabeth. Lady Heaton looked at the lace and frills of her own dress and felt fussy. She did not enjoy the feeling of fussy. Topaz stones adorned Miss Elizabeths neck and ears. And those eyes!For a moment she, too, was lost, until self-interest overruled. I must keep this one close, very close. Yes, Lady Heaton? Barton responded without taking his eyes off Elizabeth. Perhaps we should head to our box? The performance is about to begin. Realizing she was only marginally capturing his attention, Isabelle turned her eyes to Elizabeth. She could see her discomfort with his gaze. Is she rejecting him? she asked. Yes? No? I do not think she knows herself, yet. Yes, surely my dear, Lord Heaton finally entered the conversation. Until we meet again, Miss Elizabeth, Barton took her hand and bowed over it. His eyes looked up into hers and he smiled a smile of ownership, branding her with an unseen mark. Curtly he bowed to her sister, Miss Bennet. Aubrey. Then he turned and the trio departed. Elizabeth felt herself collapse internally. Jane came up along with Lord Aubrey, each taking an elbow and they, too, went to their seats. In the safety of Lord Aubreys box, Elizabeth tried to compose herself. She knew that directly across from her sat Lord Barton. She felt his eyes upon her, even after the lights dimmed and music filled the air. The majestic strains of Mozarts The Magic Flute swelled and she felt protected, that she could breathe again. She looked at Jane who smiled a reassuring smile and Elizabeth felt her wall of protection grow. I know what he is about. I see, and she breathed in deeply here, how strong he is and next time I shall be prepared.She breathed in deeply then turned to give Lord Aubrey a brilliant smile and he squeezed her hand and returned her smile. Across the opera house a sharp in-take of breath was heard by all in Lord Bartons box. Lady Heaton watched as Barton maintained his gaze not on the stage, but across the great divide. *--* *--* Miss Patience Dinsdale had cordially invited Miss Jane and Miss Elizabeth Bennet to a
picnic lunch. However, once the guests had all arrived at her townhouse the heavens opened with such fury, the house staff hurried to prepare rooms enough for the unexpected overnight guests. Included in that list were Mr. and Miss Bingley, Lady Clarissa Snowdown, Lord and Lady Heaton, Lord Kreighton and Lord Malcolm Barton. An impromptu musical performance was hastily set up as well as tables for cards and draughts. When the chess board was brought forth, Elizabeths eyes grew large. Noticing her intense interest, Lord Barton invited her a game. Taking his measure she agreed, thrilling him to the core. If I play this right, I will have her to myself for hours! he thought cavalierly. Her thoughts were of a similar bent only to a different purpose. She wanted to see his mind at work, to gauge his style and mastery of strategy. They quickly sat at the board. Unsurprisingly, Barton sat along the dark pieces leaving Elizabeth her white queen, king and of course, her white knight. The game began and within moments Barton knew he had underestimated this womans ability. Pray, tell me Miss Elizabeth, how you came to such proficiency of the game? Practice, Lord Barton. Diligent, determined practice, she responded impertinently. He chuckled, disarmed by the mirth in her eye and the charm of her smile. Still, tis unusual to find a female so skilled in a game, that is in its essence, of war. She looked up at him, studying his expression. While somewhat recovered from his impact on her equilibrium, she still recognized his physicality and strength of will. My dear father so enjoyed the game, and taught Jane and I early on how to play. Although Janes mind is better suited to it, I did learn a thing or two about the hidden charms of these pieces, she said moving her queen into play. The game challenged both parties more than they had anticipated and the afternoon progressed pleasantly for each. It was an even match and although one cursed while the other cheered the fact, many of their fellow guests gathered to watch their game. Barton wanted nothing more than time alone with her, while Elizabeth took refuge in the company. After twenty minutes, Jane and Mr. Bingley joined the audience. Mr. Bingley was entranced with Elizabeths skill while Jane watched Lord Barton. Continually, the sisters exchanged glances communicating their growing understanding of Bartons approach to the game. After an hour of intense play, they broke for refreshments. Jane came quickly to Elizabeths side. Disgunia, establo qualtia gracocke disturno? she asked her sister what Elizabeth thought of his ability and what shed learned about him and that it was a brilliant move to play him. Elizabeth replied, Dos quantos envibrum delictolabis enriethro quantum. She had learned much and wished to discuss it later. Eck tantum fravolis deatude beneficta?
Tak.Jane agreed to watch Elizabeth challenge him in specific ways, correlating what they knew of the Teurig to how Lord Barton conducted himself in the game. Tak, said Elizabeth with a smile as she moved to reseat herself at the board. Many of the men who were studying the pieces made way for her. Jolly good game, Miss Elizabeth, Lord Kreighton said with what he hoped was a brilliant smile. Thank you, sir. It is a most enjoyable match, she answered, sweetly. Barton burst through the crowd, harrumphing at the on lookers. But to Elizabeth he bowed, smiled and sat, saying, A most agreeable match, indeed. With a rakish smile he added, It is your move, I believe, Miss Elizabeth. Indeed. Elizabeth took one long look at her opponent, stifling the desire to win this chess game. She had a more critical objective in sight and her next and subsequent moves advanced it. She attacked his main stratagem directly and consistently. Startled he quickly initiated a well thought out second front. Elizabeth countered and he advanced a third, then a forth attack. He was relentless and spectacular in producing wave after wave of advances. She matched, blocked and countered brilliantly. By now the men and a few of the ladies were silently observing the match. Jane Bennet watched Barton relentlessly as Lady Heaton watched Elizabeth. Lady Heaton was stunned at Elizabeths ability to challenge Barton on the board, while Jane observed and analyzed the potential thoughts behind each move, and how astutely positioned for the next attack each of his pieces became. Exchanging a glance with her sister Jane knew the conversation that evening would bear much insight into their opponent. She could tell Elizabeth was already thinking of the possible applications this game had for their work. Janes blood quickened. Perhaps this was the break they were waiting for, the missing piece of intelligence to gain the advantage. *--* *--* Darcy stood in his study, thinking about Lady Catherine, and the letter that he held in his hand. The script looked feeble, unlike the bold strokes she had sent countless times previously, exhorting her advice on one matter or another. His thoughts turned to their last visit. That Lady Catherine may be involved with Lord Barton or Lord Heaton was disconcerting. That she may be failing in health, too, added worry upon concern. Her note made mention of a missing letter. She questioned the suitability of the Bennet sisters, but he expected that. Lady Catherine was known to question the lineage and decorum of the Queen Mother, herself. What concerned Darcy was the rambling contained on the written page. Lady Catherine is direct if nothing else, he thought. She may pontificate for pages, but her thoughts always held together. It almost sounds like Anne,
rambling around an issue rather than addressing her concern head on.Darcy again checked the seal, hanging in two pieces at the top and bottom of the letter. No, it is the de Bourgh seal, and only Aunt Catherine holds it. It must be her. Still puzzled, Darcy threw himself into an armchair. He sat there, in his study, pondering the unusual letter, and that he had not received a response from Elizabeth. He had invited her, Jane Bennet and Lord Aubrey to sup the following afternoon. The rain may have prohibited an answer, but he did not enjoy the feeling of not knowing. She and her sister had accompanied Miss Bingley and Charles to the Dinsdales for a picnic. The rain had precluded that event, he was sure, but could it also prevent her from sending word? He knew Barton had been invited to the outing and his jaw clenched as his fist rose to his mouth before pounding down on the armrest. I do not like this, not at all. Blast Barton for concocting this bloody plan.He stayed in this position until his valet gently shook his shoulders, waking him to retire to his chambers. *--* *--* Later that night, Elizabeth and Jane huddled in Janes room at Miss Dinsdales townhouse. The rain had continued, unabated, and the majority of guests were detained. They had much to discuss and were using their own language to protect their conversation. Lizzy, it was brilliant of you to engage Lord Barton in a game of chess, Jane began, wrapped in a cotton blanket. The ladies were only in their shifts, not having thought to bring nightclothes to a picnic. Yes, it was very perceptive of me. Thank goodness he asked me and not you, Jane, dear. And why pray tell, is that? Jane asked with a giggle at her sisters attempt at superiority. Why indeed. Because Jane, dearest, you hate to lose, while I knew enough to let him win. I know that was difficult for you, as well, Lizzy-bear. Both sisters erupted in fits of giggles and laughter. Finally Elizabeth was able to respond. It was. He did play beautifully, did he not? Elizabeth was having a hard time regulating her breath. Indeed, he did. Jane remembered the combination of moves Lord Barton had used to counter and re-counter Lizzys strategy. If his foresight caries through, he presents a formidable foe, does he not? Yes, indeed he does. Yet, as you know, my spirit always rises at every attempt at intimidation, and this shall be no exception. Lizzy had finally calmed herself, turning to
the serious subject at hand. We must be very careful, Jane. This man plays to win, and has many strategies simultaneously in his brain. Did you see how he simply moved that knight out of harms way to check? I was stunned. I havent seen anyone play that well, since you played father. Nor I since father played you. Elizabeth smiled wistfully at the chess tournament held at Belton Hall three summers before their fathers demise. Elizabeth had played her father while Jane played Lord Aubrey. The winners of the first round advanced to play each other. Mr. Bennet was the victor, but not by much. It was the last time they had been all together, even Lady Gwendolyn was still alive. She shook her head. My thinking is that if the plot against the Regent fails, Lord Barton will flee and regroup somewhere else. I do not sense a leaning towards France. I believe he is more interested in utilizing the stress of war to strike his blow for his own ascendancy. I concur. Jane added. I was listening to Lord Heaton pontificate to some of the other guests, and it seemed he was more aghast at the excess of the court, and how abominable it is that certain members of the nobility are almost completely shut out of power as they do not please the Prince. Listening to her sister, Elizabeth processed the information into her already vast stores of knowledge. I agree. If he fails, he would flee the country. But where to? Spain? France? Switzerland? Jane added. Scandanavia? Elizabeth spread a wide grin across her face. The Americas? Both ladies laughed at this. No. I think a democracy would not suit his demeanor. Oh, could you imagine if Lord Etherington joined him? With all that lace? The ladies howled at this, until remembering that many were most likely a bed, they attempted to restrain their merriment. Jane, you are wicked. And everyone thinks you are always so kind and good. But I am, Lizzy. I am! Jane protested, her laugh barely suppressed. Seriously, Lizzy, we must be ready for this. What do you suggest? Did not Lord Aubrey say there was an increase in smuggling near Worthing-on-Sea? Yes, he did mention that. Hes having me track the reports and they seem to converge to the south of the main town. Jane, like Elizabeth had become serious once again.
Exactly where Linden Hall is located, is it not? And where Mrs. Bennet and the girls are located. Indeed. I will write Mary asking for news of the village. When we arrive this summer we can investigate for ourselves. Lizzy nodded her agreement. I think I will ask Lord Aubrey to investigate Lord Bartons financial holdings. I want to know how much of his worth is portable and how much is tied to the land. My guess is that hes converted a sizeable amount to gold, or jewels, anything that can be transported with ease and speed. I agree. Jane said before yawning. I think I will retire for the night my dear sister. I see Mr. Bingley has tired you, Jane. What has the good man been up to that fatigues you so that you push me out your door? Jane blushed. Nothing that your Mr. Darcy has not done to you, my dear innocent, Jane retorted and it was Elizabeth who blushed. A truce until tomorrow then? said Elizabeth as she rose, wrapping a blanket around her. She knew it was daring to cross the hall dressed in so little, but she anticipated no encounters at this late hour. Until tomorrow. Good night, Lizzy. Sleep well, and sweet dreams of that certain someone named Fitz Goodnight Jane. Lizzy commanded with a finger pushed against her lips. Sleep well, for I know your dreams will be sweet. And she closed the door. Stepping outside Janes bedroom, Elizabeth was startled to find Lord Malcolm Barton waiting for her. Lord Barton! Miss Elizabeth, how nice to see you. You and your sister certainly have an unusual way of communicating with each other. One would think you wouldnt want anyone to comprehend your meaning? As is the case with most people in a private conversation, Lord Barton. Elizabeths tone was of ice. She wished she had one of Qs bracelets to wipe the leer out of Lord Bartons beguiling eye. The words were wiped form her lips as Lord Barton was upon her, his hands forcing the blanket away from her shoulders and onto the floor. His lips were full, forceful, insistent. She pushed away but he held her close. He kissed her once again then pulled his lips away from hers without releasing her from his grasp. He drew them across the hall, so her back was against the wall to her room. They collided as he fell against her. His lips now trailed
along her neck as his hand raked through her hair. Lord Barton, you must stop this instant. No, I do not think so, Elizabeth. I have waited long enough for my prize. I do not understand you. Elizabeth was finding it hard to speak, his kisses burned her skin and his hands were not idle. They roamed her body, his fingers playing with her skin, and the thin fabric that covered her. His hands began with her waist sliding upwards to cup her breasts. They moaned in unison, however Elizabeth grabbed his hands moving them away from her body. He pressed his chest into hers unwilling to break contact completely. I insist. Her eyes locked with his and he pulled back reassessing her mettle. Finally he created space between them. Suddenly he lunged for her lips and before she could move he captured another kiss from her. As her lips had parted in surprise, he inserted his tongue in her mouth. With effort she turned her head and moved out from him. Enough. Control yourself, man, she hissed. I do not enjoy such liberties upon my person. Er] This I cannot believe. He positioned himself next to her. You are a minx, little one. A spitfire. And you require a man who knows how to tame you. What I need is so utterly unconnected with you, sir. He lifted one eye brow challenging her. Now, goodnight, Lord Barton. I trust you will keep your reprehensible behavior to yourself. Oh, you have no need to fear me, little one. Not yet. I will keep your secret safe. This one and your journey to Lord Etherington a year August. Elizabeth glared at her opponent taking stock of his argument. Ah, Lord Barton, your second round of attack, she thought. How, though, will you use me in your plan? A lady must have her mystery, my lord. And now, again, I bid you goodnight. With that she entered her room leaving a bemused Barton at her doorstep. When he heard the key resoundingly turn in the lock, he laughed. *--* *--* May, 1812 Darcy House London The next morning, Fitzwilliam Darcy was busy reading the latest missive from his steward, Mr. Hornsby. He wanted to complete as much business as quickly as possible to be at leisure to aid Elizabeth over the summer months. With annoyance he responded to the knock upon his door. Come.
Mr. Darcy, sir? Yes, Rollins, what is it? Miss Anne de Bourgh. Anne? Darcy rose quickly form his chair to meet his cousin as she made her way into this study. Anne, are you well? Yes, William, I am fine. Is Aunt Catherine is she well? Yes, as well as can be expected. He shot her a glance of incomprehension. Come, William, you cannot tell me you failed to notice how her mind wanders? He tried to recall a worsening of her mindless rantings, but had truthfully not noticed a difference, until he remembered her last letter. Anne laughed at his confusion. No, Mother is not, directly in any case, the reason why I have come. I am at a loss I understand. This is your first visit to London is it not? At least unescorted. Mrs. Jenkins awaits me in the carriage. Darcy looked relieved. Then to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit, Anne? She looked at her cousin as if sizing him up, weighing him against the unknown. Fitzwilliam, in the last few months . Since April to be honest, I have noticed certain items things have gone missing. Darcy looked aghast. Personal items of mothers. Things that could destroy her reputation, and thus my own. How may I be of help, Anne? Tell me, how well do you know the Bennets? Fairly well, cousin. Lord Aubrey is a family friend of long standing. Why do you ask? Darcy was uncomfortable with the nocturnal visit they had paid to Lady Catherines study. I can assure you they are ladies of the highest integrity. I hope so, Darcy. I certainly hope so.
I would trust them with my life, Anne. Yes. Indeed. I am sure you would, his cousin replied. *--* *--* May, 1812 Treemore House London Elizabeth? Lord Aubrey called from the door he had just opened. Winters said you wished to see me? He looked around the darkening room. During the day, Lizzys study was bright and warm. This evening, the fire unlit, candle less, he could barely make out if she was there or not. About to close the door, he heard the rustle of her skirts. Squinting he tried to make out her form. What he saw upset him greatly. Lizzy, child, what is it? he was at her side in a heart beat. He saw her wipe the tears away. Her lids were lowered, and as he approached he saw her turn away. In as calm a voice as he could he asked, Elizabeth, what is it? Please tell me what burdens you so. Still she would not speak. He pulled the adjacent chair closer, then took hold of her hand. They sat there, in the silence for a long time. Elizabeth tried to speak, but words failed her. With each passing moment, Edwin Aubrey felt more and more helpless. Something was terribly wrong. Fighting the urge to pace the room, Aubrey remained seated, one hand holding onto Elizabeths while the other stroked it gently. This always worked with Gwen, I pray it does with Lizzy.Slowly she was able to raise her eyes from her lap to look into his own. I am frightened Lord Aubrey. Tears again began to flow, Aubrey opened his arms and she rushed into the comfort of her longtime friend. Last night, at Dinsdales Lord Barton Aubrey saw black and then red, his anger reaching a strength he had not known he possessed. Lizzy did he ? Elizabeth felt Aubreys hands claw into her, an artifact of his anger. Jumping to the conclusion Aubrey guessed at, she pulled back to look him in the eye. No, Lord Aubrey, there was no intercourse. He I went into Janes room, to confer after the days events. When I left to return, he was there, waiting for me. Foolishly, I was not fully dressed. I did not expect to meet anyone as it was long past midnight! She fought her tears as guilt washed over her. Aubrey looked at her patiently, using all his strength to remain calm allowing her to proceed at her own pace. He was there, waiting for me. He took me, Aubrey drew in his breath in dread. No, not that what I meant is he he held me, pressed against me. Kissed and touched me before I could break away. Lizzy collapsed onto his chest again, relieved to unburden herself. I am afraid of what he may do the next
time we are alone. There will not be a next time, Lizzy. You are not to see him again. Elizabeth looked at him in shock. Gently, she took his hand. But I must, Lord Aubrey. You and I both know that. He was about to speak when she cut him off. We are too close now. There is too much at stake to stop prematurely. Aubrey looked away before returning his gaze to Elizabeth. Oh, Lizzy. I am so sorry. He let his head fall in shame. I am sorry I have not protected you better. No lasting harm is done, Lord Aubrey. I am was frightened by his display. But I will not be swayed from accomplishing my goal. But I need help, Lord Aubrey. I need protection. She looked at him until he returned her gaze. At first he was at a loss to her meaning, but she held it while he mentally inventoried his thoughts. Finally, he responded. I shall make inquiries tomorrow. Before we leave London, you shall have your protection, all of it.
*--* *--* Chapter Nine June, 1812 En route to Belton House Nottinghamshire The official launch of the Bennet sisters into London society was declared an unmitigated success. They had endured balls, teas, dinners and musical evenings until they could not see straight, and in the middle of all the frivolity they toiled at uncovering the breadth and identities of the conspiracy. Lizzy was tired. She longed for a quiet stroll along the sea. She and Jane would enjoy a week at Belton House before moving on to Northrop Cottage near Worthing-on-Sea, and more socializing. Lizzy settled back on the cushions looking across at Jane, who beamed in happiness. It radiated through her smile, the peace in her gaze, the languid quality of her movements. Janes innate optimism was tripled by the recent course of events leading to her engagement. While initially unsure of Bingleys character, Lizzy had come to value him for the joy he brought Jane as well as his uncommonly accurate business sense. Between he and Darcy Elizabeth felt confident she would be able to manage the Aubrey fortune. These musings led to thoughts of Darcy and the times they had shared together. While reveling in his attention, his wit and the quickness of his mind, it was the dark passion she felt when he looked at her that entranced her. She felt his soul touching her own in a most
primal way. No matter what was going on she felt his eyes upon her. Everything stopped, fading away -- there was only him. He called to her to acknowledge him at this profound level. Each meeting was a re-affirmation of their connection. Each encounter released the most pleasurable sensations pulsating from her heart through her body, energizing her every nerve. She became acutely aware of the air upon her skin, the feel of silk upon her arms, the caress of the lace upon her intimate garments. Never before had her corset felt like a lovers embrace, as when Darcy was near. Thoughts of him made her blush more in the last month than she ever had in her life. But in moments of honest reflection, she had to admit he was not the only one who charged her blood with excitement. Malcolm Barton had singled her out whenever they socialized, which was more often than she had thought possible. At every concert, ball and theatrical performance she and Jane attended he found a way to speak with her, found time to be alone with her. He pursued her. He certainly was not shy seeking an introduction and a dance at her first ball, where she was displayed for approval by the ton. Darcy was reserved in public while Barton held no such scruple. He vocalized his admiration, held on to her whenever possible, but it was the naked desire in his eyes that affected her the most. Elizabeth shifted in her seat. I know the quality of his character, the turmoil he envisions and yet I cannot seem to rid myself of him. It is as if he awakens the darkness in my own soul to the carnal delights in his eyes, she twirled one of her errant curls around her slender finger while continuing her dialogue. I harbor no tender feelings for him, have no desire to comfort him or ease his soul. And yet when he approaches I feel my heart pound, my blood rush through my body. It is similar to the effect Fitzwilliam has upon me, yet it is raw and enflames me. Elizabeth looked out the carriage window, her lower lip caught between her teeth. Jane watched Lizzy lost in thought as she had thousands of times before. She must dwell on the pleasures of Mr. Darcys company, Jane thought, before closing her own eyes to dwell the happiness of dancing with Mr. Bingley. Elizabeth closed her eyes picturing the ball at Lord and Lady Lindquests home two evenings prior. Elizabeth had tried to keep her wits sharp. Since the night at Miss Dinsdales, Elizabeth was prepared for Lord Bartons advances. She walked a fine line and both she knew it. She was grateful that her relationship with Lord Aubrey was strong enough to bear the secrets of her heart. His experience helped, if not to reconcile, then at least to better understand the two competing emotions in her heart. What she felt for Darcy was as exhilarating and as passionate as what she felt for Barton. However, Barton held the thrill of doing something intimate, something she was told not to do, least of all with a person as notorious as Barton. She was glad Aubrey knew of her weakness. He could keep her from making, what could be a fatal, mistake. So much rode on keeping track of Barton and deciphering what his plans truly were. In two weeks Darcy, Aubrey, the Bennets and Bingleys would travel to Worthing-on-sea.
Aubrey and the Bennets would stay on at Northrop Cottage, one of Aubreys estates while Bingley and Darcy would accompany his sister to Lady Snowdons nearby. After a fortnight the men would join the Bennets at Northrop Cottage in preparation for their Engagement Ball. Nearby would be the Bennet step-family, the Heatons and of course, Lord Barton. Stilton Hall, Bartons estate, was a mere fifteen miles away and he knew Elizabeth would be in the area. He had already invited their party to dine. As Lizzy thought through her summer hypothesis, she was relieved her rational mind had begun to function once again. *--* *--* En Route to Pemberley Darcys thoughts were similarly engaged, only his tended more towards Bartons neck swinging from the round end of a rope, and not only for his crimes against the Crown. His anger flared remembering the way Barton had looked at Elizabeth, the raw hunger in his gaze. Darcy felt the same intensity but years of regulating his emotions helped keep him within the bounds of propriety. He also did not like the becoming blush that all too often spread across Elizabeths lovely cheeks in Bartons company. Could she possibly enjoy his attentions? Or is she simply doing her duty and blushing at the audacity of that man? He was glad he rode Hercules, a stallion who echoed the wild raging of Darcys soul. Man and beast gave way to their roiling emotions, channeling them into speed. They rode hard and fast. Darcy needed to reach Pemberley as soon as possible. He intended to crowd a months worth of estate business into a mere week and a half. He hoped to make Belton House a few days before Bingleys party. From there he would join them in traveling to Lord Snowdons. Darcy did not want to go, but Bingley has all but pleaded with him to make the journey. He craved the idyllic leisure of Queensdown when Barton was foe not yet a rival. How have I come to this? Since when have I willingly subjugated estate business to the company of a who am I fooling? Elizabeth is unlike anyone I have met in either town or country and I simply must have more of her.
*--* *--* June, 1812 Belton House Nottinghamshire Belton House was ablaze in glory. Her gardens were in full bloom with violets, primrose, forget-me-nots, sweet William, larkspur, lavender and of course, roses. The gardens were renowned for their splendor and design. The orchards were in flower with the blossoms that would with time bear fruit. As soon as she was able, Elizabeth rode out to the
orchards. Morgana, grateful for the exercise, now contentedly grazed amid the rows of fragrant trees, happy to be free. As was her mistress, Elizabeth. Always grateful for Janes company, still she needed the seclusion of the orchard, the freedom to release her civility and mind, to walk free, allowing nature to speak to her. Tension abounded as they knew that in two to three months the Teurig would reveal its secrets for all the world to see, unless we are able to stop it, she thought morosely. Much of the plan was discovered, but just when it seemed like the riddle was solved, answers eluded them, something fell out of place, and another facet added that did not fit. Elizabeth was aware some of the information was superfluous, a smoke-screen sent to obfuscate the villains true aim. Is it the monarchy? Economy? Or the monarch himself? she asked the army of trees standing guard around her. She remained unsure as she walked in silence. This time alone, it was a balm to her soul. The last six months of her life were like no other she had experienced. Her beloved father, gone; her childhood home, gone; her stepsisters and step-mother, dispatched to another part of the country. Jane and Mr. Bingley reunited, Fitzwilliam Darcy What can I say about him? she asked Morgana who followed the ramblings of her mistress at a leisurely pace. He is wonderful! Everything I could want in a man. He is sound of mind, intelligent even, amiable, at times, yet a mystery remains about him. He gives me his heart and his soul, yet there is something unknowable about him. I fear him not. I know my heart rejoices when he is near. And yet, she hesitated, breaking a blossom from a branch hanging low before her. And yet, is this what I want? Do I want to tie myself to anyone, even Mr. Darcy, when my world opens before me? True, I would wish someone to share it with Oh, she cried out. I am so confused. I want him, and her mind filled with the images and sensations of their intimate moments when passion overrode restraint. Elizabeth knew before long they would cross the last barrier. She felt the rightness of it as she knew Darcy was her future. And yes, she just remained unsure how quickly she wished her future to come. As dusk began to gather, Morgana led Elizabeth home. She felt refreshed from her ramble and her ruminations, happy to put aside the pressures of espionage. There would be more of that soon enough. Mr. Darcy, Mr. Bingley and his sisters would be at Belton House before the week was out. Mr. and Miss Bingley would continue on to Winstead, the seaside estate of Lord Snowdon. Jane and Elizabeth would visit with their step-family. It was to Mainsmarch, one of the auxiliary cottages of Northrop that the Bennets were dispatched when Mr. Collins took possession of Longbourn. It was a spacious home, with a glorious view of the sea. Situated on a high ridge it fed the romantic notions of Kitty who had discovered the pleasures of novels, much to the dismay of her younger sister, Lydia. Lydia, however, was pleased to occupy her time in the village where a regiment was stationed for training in the fields, just outside of town. The area allowed for practice landings and unloading supplies, as well as more traditional field maneuvers. With trepidation Lizzy thought of the coming weeks. She and Jane had settled, as much as
they could, into the whirl of their first London season with the balls, parties, evening at the theater and introductions to the right sort of people. Caroline Bingley was more than eager to parade her new connections around the ton. At the end of each day they were able to retreat to Treemore House for a respite of calm and tranquility. Once they reached Northrop, all that would disappear. A type of truce had been called among Caroline, Jane and Mr. Bingley. Forced to economize for the first time in her life, Caroline tended to be a bit more catty than usual. Especially seeing the expense Lord Aubrey was willing to go to gown Elizabeth and Jane. While having to bite her tongue, sometimes until it bled, to stop herself from ordering a new gown or three, Caroline insisted on bringing the Bennets to all the best shops. Much to her dismay the newest styles favored the color orange as the color of the season. Caroline had already experienced fits seeing a new mode in her color just out of her grasp. When Jane appeared at a croquet party in the most luscious melon muslin Caroline thought she would cry. Surprisingly, Caroline held herself together proving herself very sociable and useful to the Bennets. Her love of gossip was an abundant source of information, and burgeoning friendship with Lady Clarissa Snowdon gave insight into the workings the head of that family. The Bennets spent tedious hours listening to the two socialites dissect their friends and foes while Jane and Elizabeth listened to the intimate details of the prominent families of London society. And there, there would be Lord Barton. Since the encounter at Miss Dinsdales, Elizabeth was deluged by Bartons attentions. Everywhere she went he was there. Not even Lord Aubrey could keep him at bay. Every ball included a dance with him, usually the supper dance. He monopolized her attention. She could see him warding off other gentlemen who wished to express their admiration and interest in her. Except Fitzwilliam Darcy, it became a battle of sorts, the two of them vying for her. It was frustrating and difficult. She needed to be near Barton to see what she could of his plans, in case he let slip a detail illuminating them. And there was the need to be with Fitzwilliam, a need her heart found more difficult to ignore. After her presentation, Lord Aubrey had sat the two of them down, explaining that until the Teurig was resolved there could be no public understanding between them. When possible he gave them ample time to be alone. He knew their difficulty and tried to compensate. Aubrey spent his time engaging Mr. Bingley, learning more about this man who was to join his new family. The next morning Aubrey called for Elizabeth to join him in his study. Elizabeth, come child, he called as she entered. He stood by a table examining the contents of a trunk. These have just arrived from Q. A smile crossed Elizabeths lovely face. Her eyes sparkled in delight.
And what does our conjurer have for us today, my lord? she asked as excited as a child at Christmas. Another batch of bracelets, sleeping powder, he said holding first a large box and then a smaller one for her appraisal. And here, he opened a wooden box containing three vials of clear liquid. He pulled out one, opening it and bringing it to his nose. Elizabeth took the box in her hands reading the label on its exterior. Serum of truth? she repeated. Q claims, when administered it renders its victim incapable of speaking an untruth, he mused out loud. Elizabeths eyebrow arched as she took a vial out for closer inspection. Aubrey continued, It is odorless, colorless, as you see, and Q claims, tasteless. It could be added to a glass of wine, a cup of tea, even a glass of water without the recipient being aware. And is it effective? she asked. So he claims, my dear. Aubrey replied. So he claims. What is the dose? she inquired. Not much, a spoonful or two. Hmmm, she murmured. Interesting, very interesting. Aubrey looked at her before returning the vials to their container. We need only to find a method of transporting it for use. Indeed, she replied, deep in thought. However, Elizabeth, these, he indicated the trunk and its contents, are not why I called for you. I received an express that Fitzwilliam will arrive this afternoon. A smile and blush crossed Elizabeths face. You will have a small respite here, but, Elizabeth I must ask that you curtail your, and here Aubrey searched for the right words, your enthusiasm for each other. I know I ask a lot from the two of you. I know you know the reasons. I simply wish you to focus. We cannot afford to make a mistake, especially now. Aubrey continued, We know the time is at hand. Barton is readying himself, as are we. The more you distract him the more we may take the advantage. I do not believe you will be in danger my dear. We are taking as many precautions as possible. I would, however, ask that you practice your skills while here at Belton House.
Elizabeth nodded, uncertain to what Lord Aubrey was leading. Elizabeth, he continued after a prolonged silence. I am so sorry it has come to this. Lord Aubrey, please Never, had I thought that I would be responsible for placing you in danger. I thought I was only giving you the chance to utilize, to stretch your prodigious talent, in an honorable and challenging manner. And you have my dear Lord Aubrey, you have. She tried reassuring him. But now? he seemed lost for words. Now, I am a grown woman, no longer a child, she had his hands in her own and was stroking them, trying to soothe him as Fitzwilliam had done for her, when their talks touched on deeply emotional topics. I am, by your tutelage, well prepared for Lord Barton and his ilk. England is my home, my country as much as it is yours my lord, and we -- Jane and I -- are willing, eager even, to do what we must to serve her. Aubrey brought her hands, still holding his own, to his lips. Oh, my Little Lizzy, how proud we all are of you. If only if only Gwen and Thomas were here to see their Little Lizzy shine so bright and brave. He opened his arms and she went into them, tears pouring forth from them both. They had traveled so far together, and now it was only the two of them, with Jane making three and they cried sharing in their loss and in remembrance of the love that surrounded them still. *--* *--* Elizabeth sat in Lord Aubreys study pondering the pieces of Teurig she and Jane had assembled. Barton had indeed been sending significant sums of money to Switzerland, as if expecting turmoil at home. This information fit with Lizzys portrait of the man: ruthless, prepared with three to four layers of protection for any contingency. She had also learned a great deal about Richard Montgomery, the British exile who was now a trusted advisor to the Swiss government enjoying both access to power and diplomatic immunity. Quietly Darcy entered the room. He knew had had to convey what he had learned of his Aunt Catherine: her many journeys to Switzerland, that she owned property there, that great sums of her fortune had been transferred over the years to a bank account there. Her lack of interest in managing Rosings now made sense to him. It was as if Rosings had become a prop, a set for a drama now unfolding around them. He knew it was his duty to tell Elizabeth of his findings. However as he entered the room, saw her in profile as she studied the papers before her, his attention was more pleasurably
engaged. While being in her presence pleased him, his heart was not quiet. Lord Bartons attentions to Elizabeth festered in his mind. Barton had danced with Elizabeth the night before Darcy had left London. While not quite reconciled to the need for Barton to draw near to Elizabeth, it was her reaction that caused Darcy the most distress. Sleep became his enemy, as each time he closed his eyes he saw her smile given to this other man, her cheeks flushing as Barton bent close, whispering in her ear. He noted Lady Heatons jealous reaction, thinking if it bothered her, there was something to concern himself about, as well. Now, here at Belton House, he needed to find the truth. Does she still love me? Did she ever? How am I to go on, if she I must conquer this. I must ask her directly. I am the Master of Pemberley; I must be strong, brave. She is she is Elizabeth, he whispered half aloud. Elizabeth looked up as he said her name. She smiled rising to greet him. Fitzwilliam. You have come. She was in his arms, but he hung back, unwilling to lose himself so totally to her until he was certain. Are you well? What is wrong? I am I just He looked miserable, concerning Elizabeth greatly. She took his hand, but he pulled back. A pain shot through her heart. He continued. I am only unsure how to proceed with you. He saw grief strike her eyes before she turned away. What has happened? What have I done? she said and he was unsure how to read her words. Elizabeth. I do not wish to break with you. It is just . I saw how you she looked at him uncertain what he was trying to say. I must know how you Elizabeth, how do you what are your intent. What are your feelings towards Malcolm Barton? Barton? This is about Barton? The traitor? she was incredulous. I saw you at the ball! he cried out. As difficult as it was to see his attentions lavished upon you, here he gathered his courage to continue, it is your reaction to his advances that is like a knife to my heart. Oh, Fitzwilliam. I am so sorry. His shoulders fell, believing she admitted to feelings for his rival. Fitzwilliam. She was by his side now, her hand upon his arm. Gently she turned him towards her. It is very difficult to quell ones reaction when another is so close and I needed to you know it is imperative that I am open to Lord Barton. He began to speak, but she raised her hand to stop him. When he approaches, I see a very attractive man, a powerful man, and a cruel man. He is certain he will receive whatever he wants at his demand. He is like a force of nature, someone to be reckoned with. When I see you approach me, I see a very attractive man, a powerful man, like a force of nature, someone to be reckoned with. Darcy was not too pleased with this comparison. Most importantly I see a man full of love, and patience and kindness. I see the man I love. That is the
difference, the fundamental difference between you and Lord Barton and it signifies the world for me. There is no love in his heart, for me or for anyone I dare say. While in you I see, I feel love and this is where I want to be, now and in my future. He brightened considerably. Then you still have feelings for me? he asked, more hopeful than he felt in days. Oh yes, my heart. He looked so relieved she wondered at the root of his insecurities. Is it so unbelievable do you feel you are so abhorrent that I could not love you, Fitzwilliam? He looks wounded, exposed.]/i] She spoke gently. Fitzwilliam you do believe this, do you not? You are with you, Elizabeth, I am only a man. Not Master of Pemberley, not the possessor of 10,000 pounds a year. It has been my greatest hope, my greatest desire to be known and loved for the man I am. Now I know it is also my greatest fear as well. He looked to her and she nodded in understanding. She stepped closer to him taking his hand in hers. How can you love me, Elizabeth? I am not lighthearted, nor a social creature, except when I am with you. I prefer books to company. I shrink from the inanity of society. You are, in this regard, much like my beloved Father. And he was one of the best men of my acquaintance. She smiled encouragingly at him. He looked up with understanding and she smiled with joy. Taking her hand he kissed it clutching it to his chest when done. Oh Fitzwilliam, you are good and loyal and true. I trust you with my life. With you I may be myself, the woman I am when I am alone. You give me this freedom and it is precious to me, as are you. These other men are fireflies who shine briefly in the dark. But you are my sun and my moon, warming me through the day, leading me to live and guiding me through the night. I love you Fitzwilliam, more than I can say. I will always talk and laugh with people, it is my nature to do so, but none come close to how I love and value you. There is no comparison. For me there is only you. This last was delivered in a whisper as if protecting a deep secret that could not yet be spoken out loud. Darcy wiped away the tears trickling down her cheek with his thumbs while his palms embraced her jaw. He felt his heart overflow as the pain of doubt was replaced with the joy of love.
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Rowing on the lake, Darcy enjoyed the view of the afternoon sun glinting on the waters surface. Branches from overhanging trees draped their leaves to barely skim the surface. Darcy rowed alongside the edge, shaded by the boughs. They had found the secluded lake
almost by accident. It was in part of the estate that no one frequented since the death of Lady Gwendolyn. Rousing herself from her thoughts, Elizabeth broke the silence. Did you know, before I left London, Lord Aubrey had me meet with Darcy, who was attuned to all things Elizabeth, stopped rowing to focus on her lovely face, dappled in golden light. A woman who had experience in military intelligence. Here she paused to order her thoughts. What she had to say was important and she wanted to say it, she had just never imagined having to say it, at least not to a man who was not her husband. She spent the last few years in France, off and on. She looked at Darcy for his reaction. His interest was piqued, wondering what she was trying to say to him. [i]What do I care about a woman who has lived in France? Unless she can end this bloody Barton business, I do not care! he thought as Elizabeth rambled on. However, when she spoke next his attention was riveted to her. Remove the unintentional consequences of intimacy between a man and woman. Elizabeth looked down to collect her courage. Never had she been so embarrassed. When she looked up, Darcy was still sitting there, oars out of the water, stunned, silent, with his mouth hanging open. Fitzwilliam? Are you alright? Shaking himself, he rallied. Yes. Only this is not the conversation I had envisioned for our afternoon together. I admit I was not following all of what you said. Now her anger rose. She did not want to repeat her chagrin. No, Elizabeth, I heard about the unintentional consequences, but how? How is this to be accomplished? Will it harm you? Or myself? A sly smile spread across her lovely lips, No, my dear. My informant says it is unnoticeable to both parties. He looked at her longingly. Can this mean dare I hope that she will be mine? And that she is not willing to wait? Can her desire be as strong as my own? I know the answer to this, and he smiled to himself. To her he asked, Why, Elizabeth. Why now? And why did Lord Aubrey set this in motion for you? Surprisingly, Elizabeth looked away for a moment before turning her deep brown eyes onto his. Lord Aubrey cautioned me regarding the dangers I may face in the near future. He shared some of his knowledge of Lord Barton with me. Darcys grip on the oars tightened, until his knuckles were white and his hands shook. I have decided, that I wish my first experience to be of my own choosing, with a man I admire, respect, and love. Darcys heart soared and a smile spread across his face. He advanced towards her, rocking the boat as he did. When she rose to meet him mid-way the boat tipped over and the two fell into the water. Arms flailed as the swimmers tried to find each other. Fortunately, one stood up and Elizabeth reached into the clear water pulling Darcys shirt. His eyes were wild as he had been searching for her underwater unaware she could swim. She laughed
and he embraced her, wet cloth to wet cloth. His lips silenced her laugh and he held her close until his laughter welled up within him. She felt it rumble through her chest. All of a sudden Elizabeth was aware of every piece of sodden cloth upon her body. Her skin came alive to the sensation in a flush of heat. She felt his body where it pressed against her own, her arms, stomach, legs and chest were simultaneously hot with desire and cold from the wet cloth. Chills ran along her spin, her arms, legs, as if her nerves were energized, fired up to feel every sensation possible. Darcy walked them to the shore never breaking his hold upon her body or her lips. He couldnt release her, not with the knowledge that she loved him, desired him. She was willing to give him her innocence in sacred trust. Darcy knew that they would be together, no matter what happened. He would help Elizabeth. He would give them both a moment to remember, when everything was good and beautiful and kind. When they reached the shore, Elizabeth tore her lips away from his, but kept his hand in her own. She took his remaining hand, joining it with her own and spoke. Fitzwilliam, I know I am being forward and want you to know that when I do marry, I will be honest with the man, letting him know how much I love you at this moment, and that you are my first. Appearing to speak, Lizzy put her fingers on his lips to still them. No one knows how we shall feel at the end of this. You may You speak as if you would not accept my hand, Elizabeth. He could not hide the dejection he felt hearing her speak of another man as her intended. You have not offered for me. I speak hypothetically, my love. I have learned to take nothing for granted. I ask you now, Elizabeth. Will you marry me? Knowing all you know about me? He looked at her uncomprehendingly. I am not like other women, Fitzwilliam. I am not satisfied with the roles assigned to my sex. I would never ask you to be so, my love. She looked hopefully into his eyes as he continued. Elizabeth, you and I are free to forge our own paths. We follow our own desires, our own inclinations. I understand Aubrey expects you to continue on here and in his other lines of work. She nodded with a sly smile. I admit I, too, would miss the intrigues. I only ask that we face them together. She smiled and embraced him whispering, Yes, oh yes, my darling, into his ear before silencing her lips with kisses to his ear, his neck, his cheek and finally his lips. He moved away from her, never lifting his eyes from hers. She began unbuttoning her spencer, while he took off his jacket, waistcoat and began work on his cravat. She scurried out of her dress as best she could, leaving three quarters of her buttons still in their loops. In her chemise and stays she looked at him, his shirt pulled out of his breeches, the top five buttons undone. Hungrily she took in the male beauty before her while she felt his eyes
devour her. He rushed to her, arms open wide and she fell into his embrace. Their lips were warm and soft and moist and they felt a connection completed. His hands moved up and down her back, as if searching for a handhold, something to claim. He found her arms, and pulled them closer to himself. Her hands were likewise engaged, until they found the opening in the front of his shirt. When her hands, flat and open ran across the skin of his chest he froze in absolute bliss. The skin of her palm, so soft yet insistent created a wave of heat that rushed across him, lighting a fire along every nerve in his body. Immediately, blood rushed to his groin which he felt press against the wet cloth of his small clothes. His hands flew from her arms to her buttocks and he pressed her into his now erect manhood straining to get at her. She pushed away from him, leaving him panting and helpless before her. Reaching behind her she deftly undid the knot at the top of her corset. She shimmied out of her chemise and loosened the lace of the restraining cloth. It slipped below her breasts revealing them to the afternoon sun, which felt glorious. She reveled in the freedom. He stood mesmerized by her beauty and generosity. He flung off his shirt, then looked down. His boots were on and filled with water. With a quick look at her he raised one foot grabbing at the boot. Hopping around, he attempted to extricate his sodden foot, but fell on the soft grass before achieving success. She stood beside him, laughing at the sight playing before her eyes. Once the first boot was off, Elizabeth turned her back to him, straddled one leg and began pulling his remaining boot off. He placed one now sock-less foot against her rump and feeling the soft skin against his foot, he pushed, aiding her in her quest. She flew, along with the offending shoe onto the grass in front of her, landing on her hands and knees. In a moment he was behind her, his breeches undone, his manhood rubbing against her. Elizabeth, my darling, he said as his hands caressed her bottom, moving to her hips which he stroked and cuddled. As they both straightened, one hand reached around to her glorious womanhood, glossy in the summer sun. Elizabeth raised her arms behind her to entwine her fingers in his damp curls. His mouth was on her neck, behind her right ear, leaving feather light kisses alongside its length. She rocked her hips in ecstasy, grinding into his fully erect shaft. His fingers increased in their circular rhythm on her secret spot, her hips moving in syncopation, rubbing his manhood until Darcy felt he would burst. His unoccupied hand soon found distraction as it reached her right breast. Heaven, he moaned as his hand cupped her full breast. He let it stay there feeling its fullness, and softness until he grabbed hold of it and began rubbing the soft skin against his own. He felt her breast awaken, firming in his hand as her nipple plucked into a rosebud ripe for sucking. Oh Elizabeth. You are beauty personified. I love you, all of you, everything about you. And I, you, Fitzwilliam. Hearing his name fueled by her passion overcame all rational thought for Darcy. He leaned back, turning her as he did before attacking her mouth. Her naked chest he pulled onto his own. His manhood caught on the cloth of her pantaloons and he yanked them below her
knees. She walked out of them as he then led her to the warm grass below their feet. She turned beckoning him to her. When he stood beside her, she tugged his pants to his knees where he kicked them off. They lay together. He lowered his mouth to her breast. One hand assisted him in ministering to her flesh while the other returned to her secret folds. His long fingers dallied along the outer edges until suddenly they pushed inward. One solitary finger slid inside her wet lips, then another and another. They dipped inward as far as they could. He felt her moan originate in her chest, and his blood pumped faster to his nether region. He brought her to fruition until she shook and cried out his name, over and over. With a smile, he left her breast returning to her lips. He placed himself between her spread legs and rubbed himself on her flush lips. His eyes begged for entrance. His lips, finally found the courage to do the same. Are you sure, Elizabeth? Are you ready for me, my love? Yes, Fitzwilliam. I am. Within seconds his lips were upon her, his tongue teasing her own while he entered her. She felt it slide in, aided by a wetness she now found purpose for. He filled her until she completely surrounded him, holding him within her as no one had before. My darling, he began, his lips still on hers. This may hurt at first. While progressing no further, he could not stop his hips from moving. Try and stay still, until your body acclimates to mine. She nodded her head in understanding. Her eyes begged him to continue, until she whispered, Please Fitzwilliam. More. Hearing his name upon her lips, he pushed his way in until he could push no more. He was completely encased by her rippling flesh. He felt her softness, the firmness of her muscles as caressing him. Taking all the strength of will he possessed, he held still until he felt her relax, her muscles fluid once again. Then pulling his hips back he thrust deeply into her, releasing in a flush before pulling back to fill her again. As he pushed again into her, he felt her muscles coil around him, holding him, sending his body into orbit. As he pulled out she grabbed hold of him, dragging herself around him, extending his pleasure beyond what he had ever experienced. He pushed in and she released her hold, drawing him in unimpeded, but as he attempted to withdraw she grabbed hold, making him fight to world became the concentric ringlets of pleasure she created for him. The speed of their struggle increased until its rhythm overcame thought, exceeding his limit to restrain himself. When he felt her muscles convulse around him the intensity took him by surprise. His sensitive skin registered the pulsations of her orgasm and he reluctantly pulled himself from within her folds as he exploded. His seed pooled on her warm body as each felt their souls expand and join. His mind entered a new realm where he felt her within himself, felt himself within her skin. Not just her body, but her soul became part of his. Peace, and utter love exploded out from their hearts, surrounding them in joy. His collapsed body covered hers, his cheek rested along her own. He tightened his embrace before drifting beyond conscious thought. Holding her close to his heart the last thing he saw before he fell asleep were her eyes under half lids, smiling at him. She moved and kissed his lips gently, rubbing her nose along his, as a satisfied sigh escaped her adorable mouth. They lay there in the afternoon sun warming their bodies and fortunately for them, their saturated clothes.
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Chapter Ten June, 1812 Northrop Cottage Worthing-on-Sea Lizzy and Jane arrived at Mainsmarch cottage, one of the smaller homes on Northrop Cottage amid the hustle and bustle only Bennet women seemed capable of generating. The visiting Bennets were wise enough to bring trunks of dresses, bonnets, copies of fashion magazines and reams of gossip to fill the days of teas, chats and walks by the sea. The parlor was awash with gowns strewn on chairs, squeals of delight as Lydia marveled at the new bonnets and their trim, while Kitty tried on the four pairs of gloves in an assortment of color and the softest leather she had ever touched. Even Mrs. Bennet was momentarily taken aback by the splendor before her. Despite her previous distrust, Mrs. Bennet acknowledged that Elizabeth had done well by her step family. Mary had taken on many of Lizzys habits since becoming the eldest daughter in the household. She managed both the accounts and her sisters. She also acted as Lizzys eyes and ears at Worthing-on-Sea. On one of their first morning walks Mary filled Elizabeth in on the comings and goings of the nearby fishing village. There is a boat, Lizzy. She began. Mary, the harbor is full of boats. Lizzy teased her sister as they strolled early one morning. Yes, her sister stretched the word indicating she did not appreciate Lizzys tease. There is a ship, just outside the harbor. A ship, I may add, that no one in the village seems to know to whom it belongs or from where it came. Elizabeth looked at her sister now paying full attention to the younger woman. What do you mean, Mary? Just that, Elizabeth. One day, about a week ago, this ship just appears. Outside the harbor over there, she pointed to the rocky coast. It anchors just outside the accepted fishing lanes. Where no one can track them. Mary gave Elizabeth a knowing nod. At least not easily, nor discreetly.
My thoughts exactly. Lizzy and Mary continued their walk down to the shore. They passed the main square, the rows of homes and businesses, walking on to the docks. Mary indicated a turn to the right and so they continued on the road towards the undeveloped beach. Mary watched Lizzy as she took in the sea air, focusing on the waves pounding the shore of sand and rock. Once they were out of the towns limits, Lizzy continued. And what of ? The smugglers say shes pretty dark most nights, but some activity has been noted over around that bend. The sisters looked over to the left of where they stood to a rocky beach that lay between Aubreys estate and Linden Hall. Barton. Lizzy whispered with a sigh of resignation. Exactly, her sister responded with an edge of glee in her tone. Elizabeth looked at her younger sibling and nodded as she noted the bearings of where they stood. As they walked, Marry continued. I sent the information to Lord Aubrey, and he has tracked the owner to an entity called ADM. ADM? Adam? Adam Blackstone? Lizzy thought through a mental list of known conspirators. No, Lizzy. Here Mary ceased walking. Wanting to emphasize her point, she put her hand on Lizzys arm to stop her as well. Rumor has it that the ship is registered to a woman? Lizzys eyebrow shot up in surprise. Forgetting her initial intent, Mary began giggling. Oh, Lizzy, I have missed you so. The two embraced. Has it been so bad, Mary? No, honestly it is much better. We no longer worry about the hedgerows. Both women broke into giggles. When they were able, they continued. Kitty has settled down quite nicely. Living here is harsher more difficult than in Meryton, so there is less time for gossip. And Lydia? Mary rolled her eyes. Lydia is Lydia after all, so one must not set ones expectations too high. They giggled again. However, sailors have replaced redcoats as her favorites At least until the Regiment camped outside of town. Mary nodded and the women let their mirth bubble up, again. The rest of their walk was spent in amiable conversation about news from Meryton and Worthing-on-Sea.
And you, Mary, how do you fare? Mary patted her sisters arm and looked out to the sea. She turned back to her sister and said, I am well, Lizzy. Life is different here, but good all the same. There are many young women who are not as silly as some of our former neighbors, which has been a blessing for both me and Kitty. And because we were thrown into a new situation, knowing no one, we were forced to grow closer. Elizabeth looked at Mary, feeling pangs of regret for dismissing her young sisters so cavalierly. All is well, Elizabeth. I understand. Their eyes locked. Honestly. In Meryton things were different. Now, due to your generosity, we are well situated. And we grow a bit wilder with the sea, and it is good. Mary smiled, as did Elizabeth. They returned to the Bennets cottage, Mainsmarch, a five-bedroom house a little bit larger than Longbourn. The gardens were well kept and beginning to bloom. The scent of the sea could still be had. Can you always smell the sea, Mary? Lizzy asked as they entered the Bennet home. Yes, but it is never so bad as in town. The harbor has a low tide pungency most remarkable. But here, Captain Harlowe says it is because of the cross breeze. It never fails. Cross breeze? Elizabeth asked as they made their way to the breakfast room. Yes. It is one of three or four places in England where a ship can sail, almost at any time, night or day. How so? Always a wind to carry her, Mary replied in her best seamans accent. Lizzy laughed, amazed at how much of a sense of humor Mary had developed. It is what makes Worthing-on-Sea such a favorite with blockade runners and other smugglers. Indeed. I always thought it was the caves. That reminds me, Lizzy. Mary grabbed Elizabeths hand hurrying her back outside, to one of the gardens where she was sure no one could overhear. Mary! Elizabeth exclaimed, What is it? Captain Harlowe, said the younger woman trying to calm her breath. He mentioned something the other day. About the cave Lizzy was very interested in what her sister was attempting to say. There is a cave, oh, about half a kilometer away from Linden Hall, just beyond here. They say it was abandoned for years. None of the smugglers would use
it. And you suggest I should? Elizabeth had a twinkle in her eye. No. Someone else already uses it. But for what no one seems to know. Nothing passes that is not accounted for to Mr. Baines but there is activity there. Captain Harlowes nephew, Joseph Joseph? Elizabeth asked. Mary blushed. Yes, Joseph Manzing, Captain Harlowes nephew. Hes seen lights moving inside. And pray tell, when does Mr. Manzing see these mysterious lights floating about? At night. At night? What does he do on the shore so late? Not on the shore, Lizzy. Mr. Manzing lays traps for lobster and crab and such. He keeps check on his lines these past four months. Many of the lobster men find their lines cut, so they have taken to patrolling the waters. Only the best sailors may go, for safetys sake. I can well imagine. Lizzy thought for a moment before looking at her sister. Thank you, Mary. You have been most helpful. Mary smiled at Elizabeth who continued, Now we must return indoors for I am in great need of nourishment. And with that the two young women went to break their fast. *--* *--* The afternoon sun shone brightly on the pleasant grouping of people gathered on the lawns of Leaward Manor, the Heatons summer estate. Lady Heaton was ravishing in a gown of Chantilly lace, a surreptitious gift from Lord Barton. He enjoys the feel of it against my skin, she thought as the lace teased her dcolletage. Isabelle Heaton felt her skin warm with the memory of how he had felt her skin before dawn this very morning. Her wrists were still red where the bindings chafed, but her inner core nearly shook with the recall of his strength. Her guests were scattered around the great lawn, some in shade, some braving the early summer sun. Lady Heaton surveyed her domain. Lady Clarissa Snowdon and Miss Bingley were clustered together under a linden tree, their eyes rarely leaving the bevy gathered around the Miss Bennets: Lord Krighton, Mr. Bingley, of course, Mr. Darcy and Lord Barton. Lord Heaton was off discussing something or other with Mr. Walters, the pesky Steward, leaving Isabelle to host the afternoon on her own. Not that Isabelle minded. She preferred Oswald to be detained, elsewhere. The Lady of
the house kept her eye on Lord Barton as he hovered around Miss Elizabeth Bennet. He seemed to give the touch she craved to the young woman, at every opportunity. She hated how his eyes flashed when Elizabeth rebuked him, how he drew his lips in a thin smile with a look in his eye she knew, was saturated in carnal delight. Forcing her eyes away from Bartons antics, Lady Heaton caught sight of Fitzwilliam Darcy. He is handsome enough, she thought, but Isabelle was beyond the need for good looks to tempt her. She needed a man who could capture her passion. Darcy came close, but he lacked the abandon Barton embodied. Again he takes my thought, she chided herself. She refocused on Darcy, this time noting how clenched he held his jaw. While his eyes never left Miss Bennet, his face tightened. His eyes narrowed every time Barton approached Elizabeth Bennet, or whispered in her ear. When she blushed at one of his private comments, Isabelle thought Darcy would break something, so tightly did he clench his fist. The footman announced refreshments were served on the Eastern terrace, facing the sea. Lady Heaton approached Darcy, requesting he escort her to the table. With a long glance back at Elizabeth, her arm held by Barton, he bowed briefly and linked Isabelles arm in his. Mr. Darcy, I believe this is the first time you have been to Leaward Manor, is it not? Indeed, Lady Heaton and it is very gracious of you to include me in your party. Not at all, sir. You honor us with your visit. He nodded his acknowledgment. How long do you stay in the area, sir? she asked coyly. I am dependent on Eliza I mean Mr. Bingley. Ah, Mr. Bingley. He is recently engaged to Miss Bennet, is he not? He is, madam. His sister, Caroline, has been most instrumental informing me of the beauty of her smile and the goodness of her heart. Undoubtedly. Miss Bingley enjoys sharing her observations on people most generously. How diplomatic of you, Mr. Darcy. I would say she is a hopeless gossip. Lady Heaton laughed and Darcy could not but enjoy her mirth, allowing the corners of his lips to turn up. He realized it was the first time he felt an inclination to smile all day. They arrived at the terrace where Miss Bingley sidled up alongside him.
So nice to be among ones peers, is it not Mr. Darcy? Miss Bingley, he responded coolly. She and Lady Snowdon crowded about, causing him to be grateful when Miss Bennet and Mr. Bingley came towards them. Noticeably absent however, were Elizabeth and Lord Barton. As Jane took a glass of cool liquid to her lips she glanced around searching for her sister. Her eyes caught Darcys and she saw rage mixed with panic. Jane listened for sounds of their approach but heard none. Mr. Darcy, Caroline began, what say you to a walk along the shore? Not now, Caroline, hissed her brother. Lady Heaton watched her guests trying to reel in their emotions and wild conjectures at Bartons disappearance. Where is Lord Barton? asked the guileless Lady Snowdon, still fancying herself a contender for the errant lords affection. Perhaps they have lost their way, Caroline added snidely. Eliza Bennet is ever so fond of traipsing about the countryside, she twittered. Ah, here they are now. Jane added eagerly. Elizabeth! she called watching Lizzy intently, as were the majority of the other guests. The lady in question strode purposefully to her sister taking her arm in one hand and a cool glass of water in her other. Lord Barton came and stood in the vicinity of Isabelle rubbing his jaw with one hand. Lord Barton? she began in a whisper meant for his ears alone. We were at a loss for what kept you from our company. A most lively debate, madam. She eyed him suspiciously. A debate, sir? Upon what topic? And which side did you defend? Why, the rights of man, my dear. The rights of man. His eyes danced as he looked in to his lovers. She believed she would remember, until her dying day, the next words to pass through his lips, Isabelle, I do believe it is time for me to marry.
*--* *--* Two mornings later, Elizabeth and Darcy rode with Jane and Bingley along the beach, their horses kicking sea foam as they frolicked across the sand. They had ridden hard from Northrops stables to the seaside. Stopping first along the ledge overlooking the sea they could see the outline of the mystery ship.
It appears she is moored for the duration. Darcy began. Aye. Elizabeth replied. The foursome tethered their horses in a cove where they would remain unseen. Then they split into pairs. Jane and Bingley headed North, while Elizabeth and Darcy walked in the opposite direction. They traversed the rocky path to the cave Mary had mentioned the week before. When they first entered, it looked bare, but Darcy, whos eye adjusted to the lack of light quicker than Elizabeth, soon found a trail leading further back along one wall. They followed it, their hands entwined. Elizabeth had not been able to confide in Darcy since the afternoon at the Heatons. Their party left soon after her delayed return at the behest of Janes claim of fatigue. Lord Barton reminded Miss Bingley of her promise to dine the next evening at Linden Hall. He publicly extended the invitation to the Bennets as well. Grimacing, Miss Bingley accepted. Elizabeth avoided looking at Darcy who was forced to remain as he was a still a guest of Lady Snowdon, and their party showed no intention of leaving such eligible company any time soon. Now, alone with Elizabeths hand in his, Darcy was elated, even in the dank confines of the darkened cave. Are you all right, Elizabeth? he whispered, not yet sure they were alone. Yes, my love, she returned his whisper and his heart heaved a sigh. He drew her hand to his lips and kissed it, repeatedly. She felt his smile on her skin. Oh, William, she breathed freely. It is so difficult. I know, Elizabeth. He gave her hand a squeeze and they moved forward until they came upon an opening. There was a landing, approximately twenty meters below. A shaft of light illuminated the cavern where crates were strewn about. Some half opened, revealing muskets, pistols, swords and boxes of gunpowder. They could smell it in the air. What is that? Elizabeth asked in a hushed manner. It looks like an armory, he replied. After batting him playfully on the air she continued. No, in the air. I smell the sea, of course, but there is something else. Something that smells, almost like like Ink? Darcy volunteered. Exactly. She smiled at her lover. By this time they were on their knees overlooking the ledge which formed the back wall of the natural room. Elizabeth was about to speak when Darcy stilled her, putting a finger to her lips. He would have preferred to put her lips to his, but danger lurked, and he tried to keep his wits about him. Within seconds they heard boots clamoring against the rock beneath them.
Quickly they ducked down and listened as the steps came closer. Within seconds, they heard a mans voice singing, softly. There was a young woman of Cluny, who said my lover is not puny, he gives better than he gets, when hes near I am wet, and now I find I am ballooning. Lizzy giggled while Darcy blushed. She quickly kissed him. He was about to reciprocate when the man down below stumbled and swore, loudly. Bloody hellfire, what the Cripers that hurt. Both Lizzy and Darcy peeped their eyes over the ledge. Wickham, they whispered simultaneously before ducking down again and waiting. Below, Wickham continued on his way, too self-absorbed to notice the whispers above. Darcy peeked over the top again to watch Wickham unearth a lockbox. Fumbling for the key, he finally opened the box withdrawing a handful of pound notes, stuffing them in his coat pocket. That ought to satisfy McDermott Local bar keep, whispered Lizzy. And set me for the tables this evening. Wickham began whistling a military march as he relocked the box replacing it in its hiding spot beneath some rocks. He staggered about. Where is that whiskey? Blast that Mr. High and Mighty X and all his secrecy. He continued in a mocking tone, Then you should understand, Mr. Wickham, I am a man who ought not to be crossed. He stumbled over a box of bayonets and cursed, again. Separate set of keys, indeed. Trusts me to take the Prince of England, but not with the stores of whiskey. Smartest thing Barton has ever done, spat Darcy, albeit a quiet spit. Unable to find his treasure, Wickham finally left the cave. Ascertaining he had truly departed, Darcy led Elizabeth down a narrow path to inventory the conspirators stores. Well, now we know who will lead the volley. Elizabeth said. And, we know that Barton does not trust Wickham enough to reveal his identity. Mr. X? Darcy asked. Yes. What else did that beautiful mind detect from this little scene? he asked, curious to see her in action. Let us see. Wickham has ready access to money, which I imagine he is in constant need
of supply. True, but how do you I have seen him play cards, sir, and he is no Mr. Hurst. They both smiled at her retort and Darcy grabbed her, kissing her joyously. I love you, Elizabeth Bennet. And I, you. But we must finish our business here and move on before enjoying more enticing pleasures. They scouted around, noting the number, and types of arms, barrels of gunpowder and crates of swords. After half an hour they were ready to depart. Right, Darcy spoke first. Ready? Yes, I believe I am, she replied. Excellent, as I am ready to partake of those enticements you spoke of earlier. She gave him a saucy smile and they began their climb up the path to return to the sea. They climbed in silence waiting until they reached the open air to speak. Lord Aubrey will arrange to have those supplies replaced, I am sure. She said quite pleased with their afternoons work. Replaced? Why not just take them? Shut them down! William! she exclaimed. Because we want them to continue, only with our guns instead of their own. Our guns? Precisely. Q and his team are quite adept at mock armaments. They load the same as fully functional models, only when shot, they fail. She smiled impishly. So, when they go on their mission, they will be, in essence, unarmed. Darcys eyebrow quirked up in surprised delight. Magnificent. I wish I paid more attention in Qs lab. I told you it was one of my favorite places in the world. I was distracted by a lovely minx, he said taking her hand, bringing it to his lips. She smiled in delight. They quickly returned to Northrop Cottage. Rather than heading to the Cottage, they walked on a secluded path leading to the edge of a seaside cliff. There,
stood a temple of sorts. Summer chairs of rattan were arranged, along with cushions on a chaise lounge. Darcy led Elizabeth to the chaise. He sat, pulling her beside him, kissing her deeply, his hands cupping her cheeks. He rubbed her cheeks slowly, gently. She sighed and returned his kiss, her tongue running over the cusp of his lower lip. He smiled, moving his hands down her neck. She shivered from the pure delight as he deepened his kiss, taking possession of her mouth. His hands moved slowly down her neck to her shoulders, and her arms before transferring to her waist. From there they rose to her breasts which had been teasing him all afternoon. While riding he had difficulty focusing on leading Hercules along the rocky, unfamiliar terrain. Her breasts had bounced enticingly, with every stride of her horse. Then, in the cave, the damp air had aroused her nipples. While waiting for Wickham to depart he had stared at her chest, remembering what each mound felt like, looked like, tasted like on his tongue. It was the one time in his life he was sorry to see Wickham leave. Now, she was here, before him. A gentle breeze cooled their warming skin, lit by the golden light of the late afternoon sun. His hands cupped her breasts before dragging his thumbs across their tips. He felt his pants tighten around his desire. He heard Elizabeth moan in delight as his fingers found her nipples and squeezed both simultaneously. By squeezing and releasing them, he generated pulsations that spread throughout her body. Elizabeth was mesmerized by the range and intensity of feelings coursing through her body. She stood there, in the open air, Darcys hands roaming her body, with her desiring more and more rather than less of his touch. His voice brought her out of her daze. Elizabeth, please. I desire you, I want to love you. Here? she seemed surprised, which surprised him. He nodded, then kissed her neck making full use of his lips contact with her skin. Now? she asked again. He mumbled his response. You are a lucky man, Fitzwilliam Darcy. She teased. He pulled back his head to watch her eyes twinkle. Yes, I am, He kissed her again. She stood up and deftly removed her underclothes. She pulled out a small leather envelope from her pocket. Unwrapping the package, she took a piece of clean cotton cloth which she then inserted into a small vial. What is that? he asked curious at this interruption in their love-making. This is the protection I sought from my colleague. Hopefully, it will keep any unwanted
consequences from developing. Is it safe? he asked. It is olive oil, my love. A look of confusion remained on his handsome face so she continued. It forms a barrier against your seed so we may choose when we wish our children to be born into this world. Hearing her contemplate children with him, he smiled and watched fascinated as she inserted the new thoroughly soaked cloth into her body. Will it hurt? I am told it is unnoticeable, however, there is but one way to know the truth, she said with a wicked smile. Still holding her skirts above her knees, she straddled him on the chaise. Her folds rubbed against his manhood, straining to be free. She lowered her skirt, sliding her hands up and around his neck. And what may that be? he asked before capturing her lips with his own. To his surprise, his passion did not wane, rather the opposite, for the niggling fear of pregnancy was dispatched until they were both ready for it. All that remained was to love Elizabeth. She pulled her lips away form his and began unbuttoning his breaches as she said, Experimentation, my love. We must put our theory to a test. The breeze stirred as his released manhood sprung out of its confines. Her eyes cast down to his longing. She smiled, bending to grasp his manhood in her hand delicately embracing its length. Darcy sat, speechless taking in the cast of her skin against the deep purple of his shaft. With his hands he raised her skirts and she straddled him on the chair. As she slid over him, burying him deep within, a groan of pleasure escaped his throat. She sighed her delight and with his hands on her hips, his lips wherever he could taste her, she rose and fell upon him. Once their rhythm was established, she deftly loosened her bodice exposing her eager breasts to his delight. His hands moved quickly to massage each full breast. Combined with her encasing him deep within her velvety core he knew his ecstasy drew near. Oh god, how I love you, Lizzy. I do, I do, I do! he yelled as his bliss overcame him and her body began to rock in delight. They rode their orgasm until it exhausted them. They clasped each other tightly, kissing in joy. As their breathing quieted, their foreheads came together. Elizabeth brought her feet up, resting on the cushions. The change in position excited him and he quickly lifted her off his blade of love, which was growing exponentially. Seeing the confusion in her eyes, he said, trust me, darling. He turned her around, so she faced the sea while on her knees, her arms resting on the rise of the chair. He knelt behind her, quickly entering. She gasped in surprised pleasure as he withdrew
almost completely before slapping hard against her fully exposed buttocks. His hands grabbed the curve of her buttocks as he repeated himself until she was moaning at the top of her lungs his name and her love. His right hand moved to the front of her womanhood where his fingers began to dance. Her body shook as in a spasm transmitting pleasure to Darcy as he pushed into her. He increased the speed of his ministrations until she screamed out again and the strength of her contractions pulled him over the edge into bliss, again. His moans of ecstasy joined hers, sent out to the sea and he collapsed on top of her as she fell upon the back of the chaise. When possible, Elizabeth turned her body, enfolding Darcy in her arms and closed her eyes with a beautiful smile upon her lips. This was the last thing Darcy saw before closing his own. *--* *--* Darcy chafed, pacing the front hall of Winstead Hall. Why cannot Bingley be on time, for once! It was their last day as guests of Lord Snowdon. He and Charles were set to decamp for Northrop Cottage in anticipation of their Engagement Dinner. If I am forced to endure one more day in the company of that insufferable woman, I swear I will throttle her with my bare hands! His pacing increased. Due to inclement weather, they were forced to remain indoors at Winstead Hall the two days. Miss Bingley had sat beside him as he attempted to read a book of Donnes poems, a gift from Elizabeth. He wanted to focus on the written word, caress the cover that had recently been in her hands. He wanted to be with her, not Caroline Bingley, who practically draped herself on his arm. He had excused himself as soon as possible to pack, he claimed. In reality, his bags had been packed for two days. And now, he wanted one last ride to eat away more of the time before they could leave their present company. Finally, he heard his friend descend the overly grand stairwell. Good day, Bingley, how good of you to join me. Bingley chuckled at his friends impatience. Tut, tut, Darcy. I am not that late. I simply wanted to oversee the packing of the last of my things. Yes, well, we may discuss this on horseback. With that the two young men exited the grand structure. As the door closed behind them, Caroline Bingley sauntered down the staircase in search of her prey. *--* *--* Rosings Kent
Anne de Bourgh administered her mothers medication. Not too much, not too little, she mused, measuring the various components in a bottle. The concoction was going smoothly, and Lady Catherine was making substantial progress. Her eyes were glazed over, her pulse steady, her will still rendered mute. Suddenly, the older woman snapped to attention, calling out, Anne, Anne, you must tell mother the truth. Above all else, Fitzwilliams do not lie, it shows ill breeding. Anne was mortified as her mother turned towards her. I know what you are planning and it will never do. It is beneath you to ally yourself to a man of such consequence! Who is his mother? An uncle in trade, I am sure of it. You have always been such a good girl a girl, a good girl Lady Catherine rose from her seat to pace about the room. Where is Miss Simms? I wish my governess to attend me. She began wringing her hands, panic rising in her voice. Anne helped her mother lie on the chaise in her room. The draught blended in her blood closing her eyes as her breathing calmed and soon, she slept. *--* *--* [b]Chapter Eleven]/b] July, 1812 Worthing-on-Sea The militia gathered in the center of town, as it did every Saturday afternoon. This afternoon Jane and Elizabeth joined their step-sisters walking around the square after an early tea. Lizzy, look, it is Lieutenant Wickham! exclaimed Lydia as she rushed from her sisters to a cluster of officers. Jane, Elizabeth, Mary and Kitty slowly followed taking in the looks of Lydias companions. Mary walked with Lizzy, while Jane linked arms with Kitty. Wickham and Denny, Mary whispered, are frequently absent from camp. Elizabeth wondered aloud, In town? Or Half and half I would guess. Mary answered. And, although he continues to lose quite frequently at cards, miraculously he remains in good supply of funds. Lizzy snorted, thinking of the cash box she had seen buried in the cave. I can only imagine, she replied, cryptically. Lizzy! Jane! Come here. Lydia called out, her arm securely tucked inside Wickhams. Mary and Lizzy exchanged a worried look, while Kitty grimaced. Jane calmly took in the details of the scene unfolding before her.
Lizzy, Lydia continued, we simply must have a party! The shock on her sisters faces prompted the youngest Bennet to explain, Lieutenant Wickham tells me that he, and Denny, will be leaving Worthing soon! Lizzys eyebrow raised in her perfect arch as Wickham turned green hearing his plans announced so the entire square knew of his plans. Denny looked surprised as well. I was unaware the militia had plans on departing so soon, Jane replied, as if nothing unusual had occurred. It does not, Miss Bennet, Wickham tried explaining. Lieutenant Denny and I are on a special mission, and as such we will be leaving the area. Really? Lizzy picked up the conversation. When and why are we to lose the pleasure of your company, Mr. Wickham? Seeing Wickhams discomfort she continued sweetly, We deserve time to prepare a feast for you, do we not? Surely you must know my mother will not stand for a second rate event? Not for her favorite officers. The smile on her lips beguiled the man facing her and he cursed Barton for expressing interest in the second Miss Bennet. He would have enjoyed his time with her, of that he was sure. Miss Elizabeth, he said, changing the subject. I was recently made aware that we share a mutual acquaintance. Really, Mr. Wickham? Who may I ask is that? Lord Barton. He speaks highly of you. Elizabeth blushed. Jane was the one to respond. Lord Barton is always so kind. She smiled sweetly at the dark haired officer. Mr. Wickham was momentarily stunned. So, Mr. Wickham, how long will you be in the area? Till the middle of the month, Miss Bennet. After that, who knows where fate will take us. Indeed, replied Elizabeth, thinking of Newgate prison. Lydia, we must be going. Kitty began. Mama will want these cakes. She held a neatly wrapped package containing an assortment of tea cakes. And we must tell her of our newly made plans. She looked at Mr. Wickham and Mr. Denny, curtsied, then took Lydias hand, and began walking toward their home. *--* *--* After depositing their sisters at Mainsmarch Cottage, Jane and Elizabeth boarded their carriage for the main house of Northrop Cottage. Mr. Bingley and Darcy were expected
that evening and the ladies wished to refresh before dressing for dinner. And they wished to convey the bit of information they had gleaned from Wickham. They rushed into Lord Aubreys study, where they found their eager guests already in residence. Lord Aubrey . Both Elizabeth and Jane exclaimed as they opened the door in a rush. Ladies, please. Calm yourselves, rebuked Lord Aubrey, although there was laughter in his eyes and around his mouth. I know my health is not strong, but surely I will last until you walk into the room. We have something important Mr. Darcy! Elizabeth squeaked out. Looking around, Jane added her delight, Mr. Bingley. Ladies! Both men rejoined, as they bowed to their loves. Each held his arms open to the women, who rushed to them. Conversation stopped as each man took his ladys hand in his own, bringing it to his lips for a more personal greeting. Darcys eyes never left Elizabeth who blushed and smiled exceedingly in his presence. I was not expecting you until the dinner hour, she whispered. I could not stay away any longer. He smiled in return. Her eyes twinkled in delight. The same was repeated in the couple standing next to them. Ladies, I believe you had something of importance to share? Momentarily lost for words, Elizabeth recollected her self and spoke, excitedly. We have just learned Thanks to Lydias incorrigible flirting added Jane who believed in giving credit where it was due. Yes. She graced her sister with an impertinent look. As I was saying, Lieutenants Wickham and Denny plan on leaving the area by mid-July. Elizabeth was almost giddy. I was unaware the militia planned on departing before summers end, added Bingley. They are not, emphasized Elizabeth. However, the good lieutenants are. Bingley continued to look muddled. He and Denny will be leaving to carry out a plot against the crown! Elizabeth was now speaking with Lord Aubrey, who stood quiet, processing this information. Lizzy was a bit crestfallen at his comportment. She was thrilled. Do you not see? she asked the older
gentleman. Perhaps this is what he wished you to believe. I do not think Mr. Wickham is capable of such subterfuge, added Jane. He looked more like a mouse caught in a trap with Lydia revealing his plans to us And the entire square, added Elizabeth. Then why did he reveal them at all? added Darcy, was attempting to square this information with what he knew of Wickham. Because, added Jane who had questioned her youngest sister on the walk home. It seems he was pressuring her to indulge in more intimate pastimes than young ladies of passing acquaintance should. Darcys scowl grew stronger as his fist clenched. Of that I have no doubt. He is a scoundrel and a rake, and not above taking advantage of young girls. Your sister, how old is she? he asked. She is just 16, Elizabeth replied. His specialty. Darcy nearly spat. Sharing a concerned look between herself and her sister, Elizabeth continued, Surely you can see this is the time they plan their attack. I understand nothing of the sort, replied Aubrey forcefully. Circumstantially, the evidence points in this direction, from a number of sources. However, until we have more definitive proof, nothing is certain. Elizabeth was ruffled. Lord Aubrey, you cannot mean that you dismiss this I dismiss nothing, Elizabeth, he responded, coolly. I simply refuse to be completely swayed by as unreliable a source as Wickham, on anything. That said, we will watch him, and this Denny, as well as the cave and the Budensburg for suspicious movement. The arms have been replaced I told you Q was quick! Elizabeth told Darcy. He smiled at her. Aubrey continued. We will be ready, and our people will be on high alert throughout the month. It makes sense they will move soon. They are ready. And, thanks to you four, so are we. Now ladies, if you will excuse me, I must go and dress for dinner. He bowed to them and left the room, with the door slightly ajar. Once he quitted the room, the foursome broke into their natural pairings, each man embracing his love, taking more
liberties than either would have expected of the other. Oh, Elizabeth, I cannot tell you how I have missed you. Darcy kissed Elizabeth vehemently. You dont realize how happy I am to be here with you. I do, Fitzwilliam, I do. She embraced him strongly, glad he was finally with her and no more prolonged separations loomed in their immediate future. Similar whisperings were made by Charles Bingley to Jane, who returned his sentiments entirely. After a few more minutes of forcibly controlled passion, the ladies broke away to dress for dinner. *--* *--* The week passed quietly, with a steady increase in excitement at Northrop Cottage. Elizabeth and Jane were obligated to attend Mrs. Bennet as she planned an afternoon tea for the departing officers, although they begged her, in the interest of national security, to disguise her efforts on their behalf. The remainder of her guests, which encompassed the local gentry of the area, were told only that it was in celebration of Jane and Elizabeths return to the area. Not that anyone was expecting a reason from Mrs. Bennet. The afternoon went well, with Darcy keeping his distance from Wickham as much as possible. Darcy was grateful and disappointed simultaneously: he dreaded Wickham or worse, Barton, asking Elizabeth to dance; he regretted that he would be unable to take her hand and lead her in the dance. Perhaps later I may persuade her to visit the gazebo, again. Darcy smiled, remembering the secluded structure, on the far end of the estate. Aubrey had mentioned it to him, citing the thick glade of wood barricading the small meadow and gazebo on the edge of the sea. They had returned numerous times since taking up residence at Northrop Cottage. The wild flowers abloom in the field were a delight to Darcy and Elizabeth, as she wove their colored blossoms in her hair. He most obligingly pushed them out with his wild rummaging of her loosened locks. They had spent many happy hours with the sea spray blowing over their naked bodies. At first it bothered him that they were so exposed. However, they had never seen another living soul in the area. They were protected, hidden, alone, and in love. She carried with her at all times a vial of oil and rolled swatches of clean, cotton cloth. He was startled at first, when she broke off his embraces, excusing herself to wet the cloth and insert it into her body. He thought it would ruin his ardor, but was happily dissuaded of that notion by practical experience. Their delight knew no limits after that. He had tasted her, all of her, his kisses covering her skin at one time or another. In their secluded realm, their moans and squeals of delight were unrestrained, and remained unheard, except for the gulls flying overhead. Col. Richard Fitzwilliam disturbed his pleasant reverie.
Richard, I was unaware you were attending the festivities, he grinned at his cousin. I wouldnt miss this for the world, Darcy. The affable Colonel returned his cousins smile. Coming closer he said in a softer voice, Aubrey asked for some reinforcements. Darcy nodded, then looking towards Barton, who was sitting next to Elizabeth and Jane, nodded again, directing his cousins eyes. Instead of a vocal response, the Colonel shook his head and scanning the crowd, found Wickham and nodded in his direction. Following Fitzwilliams glance, Darcy nodded in understanding. Q has come up with a little truth juice that Aubrey would like administered to our friend over there. The Colonel took a glass of champagne from a footman circulating among the many guests. And he feels that a friendly card game between myself and the lieutenants over there, again he indicated Wickham and Denny, will provide adequate inducement to staying out late and drinking too much. Only we will be changing the menu soon enough. Darcy raised his eyebrow indicating his interest. I would like to be a fly on that wall, Fitzwilliam, he said, taking a long drink from his own glass. And you may get your wish, if you play your cards right. He smiled and headed off to make his presence known to Colonel Foster, the regiments commanding officer. Until later, Darcy. Indeed.
*--* *---* The afternoon was a pleasant success. The cynics ascribed the reluctance of the guests to leave to the paucity of entertainment in the area. Others ascribed it to the surplus of pretty women assembled on the lawns of Northrop Cottage. In addition to the Bennet women, Lady Heaton, Lady Snowdon, Miss Bingley and the garden variety beauties living secluded in the village, were all in attendance, eager to showcase their prettiest summer frocks. Despite the abundance of conspirators enjoying his wine and food, Lord Edwin Aubrey found himself enjoying the day. All had gone smoothly, and all was prepared for the nights festivities. The tables were set up in a secluded corner of the house. Stocks of whiskey, port and brandy were laid out, and many of the day guests were already departing. His silent assessment was interrupted by footsteps behind him. Looking over his shoulder the approach of Lord Malcolm Barton surprised him. There you are, Aubrey. I have been looking for you, Barton began. What may I do for you, Barton? replied the older man.
Perhaps you would be so kind as to grant an interview. Say, tomorrow afternoon, or the one after that, at the latest? May I ask what this pertains to? A matter of great importance to me, Aubrey. Great importance to me indeed. Both men looked uncomfortable at the forced encounter. Aubrey tried to ascertain his meaning. A smirk spread across Bartons face. It regards Miss Elizabeth, and myself, Aubrey. Uncomfortable with this turn of the conversation, Aubrey mumbled, Right. Until tomorrow then, Barton? and he walked away from his enemy, leaving Barton chuckling at the old mans retreat. *--* *--* A knock on the door startled Aubrey. For over an hour he sat, staring at the small fire in his study. The card game was underway with almost one half an hour before the truth serum would be administered to Wickham. Denny would receive Qs enhanced sleeping powder. These events were not what disturbed his equanimity. His brief encounter with Barton weighed heavily on his mind. Barton would ask for Elizabeth. He could not imagine she had given her consent, yet he could not imagine Barton approaching him without some assurance of her affection. That was the heart of the problem. He had requested Elizabeth pay attention to Barton. It was essential to draw them close so she could observe him, ferret out his plans. Now, he thought, perhaps Elizabeth is too good at her work. Darcy walked in, I have been sent to bring you to the game, Lord Aubrey. Surely we have a moment, Darcy? Yes, I believe so. He smiled until registering the concern on Aubreys face. Sit, please. Aubrey motioned to the chair beside him. Darcy obeyed, pulling it closer. Taking a deep breath, Aubrey began. Barton came Yes, I saw him. Came, asking for an interview, tomorrow. A private interview. Darcy stiffened, knowing there was only one reason a man requested a private interview with the guardian of a young woman. Both turned to the fire, lost in their thoughts.
What will you say? I do not know. Darcy turned sharply focusing on the man before him. Good God, man, it cannot come to that, you will not grant her hand, even as a ruse? No, I will not. Yet I must consider how to refuse Why? Tell him to go to hell. It should not be more difficult than that. Aubrey laughed. I am thinking of the bigger picture, Darcy. There is no bigger picture, Lord Aubrey. I mean no disrespect, but we are talking about Elizabeth. Her future my heart It cannot be. Darcy launched out of his chair, pacing the room like a caged lion. He observed Aubrey carefully, Has there been a change in plans? There can be no need to expose her so He turned on his friend, speaking defiantly and determinedly, She is mine. She has promised she has given me you cannot make her No, I cannot make her, nor would I ever try. After this evening, will it be necessary to continue this farce? Aubrey looked up, with hope for the first time that evening. Let us hope not, man, let us hope not. With that both arose, heading toward the game room where a drugged Wickham was ready to play. *--* *--* The next day, Darcy waited in Aubreys study, as planned. At 1:00 in the afternoon Lord Barton was announced. Darcy watched as the man swaggered in, full of the confidence of gaining Elizabeths hand. As he entered Darcy rose from his chair by the window. Darcy! exclaimed a surprised Barton. Where is Aubrey? Unfortunately, Lord Aubrey came down with a chill last evening, and remains indisposed this afternoon. As his guest, he requested I convey his regrets. A sour expression crossed Bartons face. Ah. And Miss Elizabeth? The same, I am afraid. Darcy stood his ground, his fists clenched behind his back. The
two men looked at each other, as two lions fighting for their lioness. Will you convey my regrets? Certainly. Tell them I shall call again, tomorrow. That is unnecessary, Barton, and rather ridiculous, no? Quite surprised, Barton retorted, Unnecessary? I think not, Darcy. Nor do I think it is a matter that concerns you. That is where you err, Barton. It does concern me, most intimately. I do not see how my affairs with either Aubrey, or Miss Elizabeth are And again I say that is where you err. The two had a fierce intensity as they stood, glaring at each other. Just what is your intent, Barton? Bartons eyes flashed with anger as he quickly closed the distance between them. Elizabeth is mine, Darcy. She will be my wife. No, Barton. That will not happen. She is pledged to me. You lie. Think that if it gives you pleasure. But certainly, you know Aubrey will not give his consent to your suit. He will. And if not, Elizabeth will convince him. I think not. She has already agreed to marry me, and Lord Aubrey has given his blessing. You lie. That is the second time you accuse me of ungentleman-like behavior, Barton. If you are not careful, I will call you out. Then you would lose, and Elizabeth would be mine. Either way, I win. No, Barton, you lose. Darcy sat down, focusing on his book. As he did, he added,
Good day, Lord Barton. I believe you know your way out. Barton sneered at Darcy before heading towards the door. Before exiting, he turned on his heels saying, This is not over, Darcy. She is not yours, yet. She will be. Good day Barton. Barton slammed the door on his way out.
*--* *--* Riding back to Linden Hall, Darcys insufferable words ate at Lord Bartons equilibrium. It also galled him that Darcy was a guest of Lord Aubreys. As such, he was afforded unimpeded access to Elizabeth, and her charms. He knew how he would employ his time in that situation and from what he knew of Darcy, the man had to be making the most of his advantage. There was not much he could do but wait. And time, he felt, was what he had plenty of. Within days the Prince will be under my command, and Aubrey will be helpless to refuse me. Elizabeth will be mine, he consoled himself, one way or another. And no one will come between us again.
*--* *--* July, 1812 Matlock Estate The night of Julys new moon was warm, with a light breeze disturbing the air. The Prince slept soundly at the home of Lord Fitzwilliam, en route to his summer retreat in Scotland. His retinue of courtiers attended him, Palace Guards protected him, and all was well in his world. And so it remained until 3:00 in the morning. That is when Colonel Fitzwilliam and his troops intercepted Wickhams advancing brigands, a brigade thirty strong. With little effort Colonel Fitzwilliam and his men trounced the scoundrels as their weapons jammed unexpectedly when fired at the exceedingly well armed loyalists. The fighting lasted but an hour, but given the late hour of the raid, dawn broke soon upon the battlefield. To the good Colonels great displeasure, the body of Lieutenant George Wickham was not among the living or the dead. *--* *--* The next morning, word circulated among the village and Leaward as a scream emanated from Lady Heatons private chamber. Barton had sent a brief note explaining his
unexpected departure and that she would, in all probability, never see or hear from him again. Colonel Foster was informed that Lieutenants Wickham and Denny were Absent Without Leave, along with a dozen of the regiments horses. He sent out a search party for the horses. On their morning walk, Mary and Elizabeth noticed that the Budensburg had set sail sometime during the night. While never uncovering the owner of the vessel, based on Colonel Fitzwilliams express, they tried to believe all was right with their world. *--* *--* Late July Northrop Cottage Worthing-on-Sea The Engagement dinner for Jane Bennet and Charles Bingley soon became the talk of the town, giving the ladies another topic besides the mysterious disappearance of that handsome and charming George Wickham. The dressmakers shop remained the center of activity as all the best families were refitted for the event. Elizabeth and Jane were beset by Mrs. Bennet who oversaw the menu and decorations. The two women were more than a little grateful for her interference, as she spent more of her time with her own daughters teaching the essentials of a good hostess, figuring the older daughters were beyond help. And so, they were left to themselves and their fiancs. By mutual consent it was decided that Darcy and Elizabeth would announce their engagement as Bingley and Janes was being celebrated. The sisters and friends were so close that only joy at the happiness surrounding them was considered. There was even talk of a double wedding in London that fall. Guests began arriving three days before the event. The Fitzwilliams were the first to arrive, the Colonel accompanying them. Q and his staff arrived soon after. There was much discussion of the events two weeks prior. The Colonel had been thanked personally by the Prince, and there was talk of a promotion. The minutiae of the skirmish were dissected by the men of the party. One of the most contentious topics was the fate of both Wickham and Barton. Neither man had been seen nor heard from since the failed kidnapping. Most believed that Barton, and perhaps Wickham, had set sail on the Budensburg. The cave had been cleared of all contraband and weaponry. When Bartons home had been searched, it was found empty. The servants had been dispatched to London, and all of Bartons personal effects had been removed. Lizzy and Jane had spent the better part of two days there looking for clues. They found nothing conclusive, but an errant theory formed in Elizabeths mind. She, along with Jane, Darcy and Aubrey did not trust that Barton had gone for good. He worked on too many
levels to admit simple defeat. No longer fearing for the safety of their country, their fear settled on Elizabeths safety. For them, until Barton was either in custody, or dead, the threat was real. Elizabeth was no longer allowed to walk alone. Agents loyal to er]Aubrey were posted around the estate, and in the town, and the search for information among the fishermen and smugglers retained its intensity. Yet nothing was gained. There was no word, no movement detected, it was simply as if the two had disappeared from the face of the Earth, or at least from England. And the mysterious messages in the newspapers of London had ceased as well. The trail ran cold. Lord Aubrey could not consider this enterprise a success. With a stroke of the pen, the Prince transferred Lord Snowdon to the diplomatic service in India. Lord Krighton was sent on a diplomatic mission to Egypt and the lesser members of the conspiracy were removed from positions of influence, or discredited in society. No one was brought to trial, yet within the year, all who had conspired against the crown of England were rendered impotent. That is, except for the progenitor of the entire plan, Lord Malcolm Barton. [center*--* *--*[/center] The night of the engagement ball was a splendid mid-summers eve. A gentle breeze blew in from the sea, cooling the decorated rooms where the hundred or so friends and acquaintances of the three families gathered. Caroline Bingley was in her element, but was discomfited to find that the most genteel snubbed her. Lady Heaton had sent her regrets. She and her husband had been unexpectedly, and unavoidably, called away to Scotland. Lady Snowdon and her father had returned to London in preparation for their departure to India. She felt bereft of their company and support. All of those attending felt the need to extol the virtues of the Bennets. Those little guttersnipes have bewitched them all. It is not enough that they steal Mr. Darcys affections right from under my nose, but to hear their praises drip from the tongues of the best families. Insufferable, she thought as she prowled the perimeter of the hall. Charles is ridiculous, expecting me to be happy for him. And for Mr. Darcy. Honestly. He is delusional, indeed, to think so. I do wish Lady Heaton were here. We were always of like mind when it came to those Bennets, especially Eliza Bennet.Yet Caroline Bingley was nothing if not an opportunist, and finding the most eligible and desirable bachelors gathered at one time before her, she quickly abandoned her self-pity and began her hunt anew. That Jane and Elizabeth shone as the stars is an understatement. Mr. Bingley smiled the entire evening. Finally, he could proclaim his love for Jane without censure. Even Mr. Darcy carried a smile, wide and full. His hand never left Elizabeth, either holding her arm, covering her hand resting on his arm, or guiding her through the crowd with his hand on her back. His eyes caressed her and both felt their cheeks color as they looked intently at each other. He bore all salutations and hopes for good fortune with fortitude, even besting his cousin, the Colonel, in a battle of words. There was laughter and joy overflowing Northrop Cottage well into the morning hours.
As the last of the guests departed for either their chambers or their homes, Elizabeth stole a moment with Darcy in the library. May I come to you, my love? he petitioned, his hand raising her own to his lips. Yes, she answered, breathless. He smiled in anticipation and kissed her hand once more before gaining her lips. They embraced and he could feel her heart beating against his chest. Finally their love was acknowledged. They were betrothed. Walking her to her door he kissed her hand once more, whispering, I will return in a few minutes, will that be sufficient, my love? Yes. I will be waiting. Until then, my heart. Until then. He opened the door and she slipped in, giving him a loving look before shutting it behind her. He stayed, briefly, staring at the door, until he turned towards his room, preparing in his mind for the rest of his delights. When he returned, he quickly knocked on the door. Finding it unlocked he opened it discovering an empty room. After a moment of stunned shock, he cried out raising the alarm.
Chapter Twelve July, 1812 Northrop Cottage Worthing-on-sea Charles was the first to respond to the anguished cries and shouts that had not stopped coming from Darcy. Jane was right behind him. For a moment, Darcy was distracted by Janes apparel. Her nightdress and robe were askew as if hastily thrown on. And yet, she was one of the first to go above stairs. He looked at Charles, who, while still dressed, was similarly unseemly. When he caught Charles eye, he noticed his friend blush, profusely. Jane had begun examining the room for clues she was sure Lizzy would leave. Suddenly, she stopped. Darcy watched her sniff the air, and began doing the same. The caves! he started, I know this inky scent. It wasnt here before, but now it hangs in the room. It comes from the sea. Whoever took Elizabeth came from the sea. Jane and Bingley blushed at the revelation that Darcy had recently been in Elizabeths room. To hide her amusement, Jane looked away, noting the chess board set up on the side of the room.
Tell me, Mr. Darcy, did you and Elizabeth play a game of chess? No, uhm I mean Darcy realized the predicament in which he had placed himself. That does not matter at present, but I must know if you touched the board, before the party this evening? No. We did not. Darcy appeared contrite. Then we have our villain, she said, as Lord Aubrey joined them. What is going on here? What are you all doing in Elizabeths room? And he looked around noting that she was gone. Where is she? We believe she was taken to the caves, Darcy offered. And by Lord Barton, said Jane, taking the fallen black king from Lizzys board. Aubrey nodded, as Col. Fitzwilliam came in, hastily buttoning his jacket. Darcy, Bingley, what is it? Elizabeth is gone. Darcy could barely hold in his anguish. Fitzwilliam looked around for confirmation, finding it in every face he observed. Who? Where? the military mind asked. The sea Barton, replied Charles Bingley. Then, let us get going. A moment, if you please, begged Aubrey. Before we go rushing off, let us think a moment and organize our forces. He could not have gotten far. When did you see her last? he turned his questions to Darcy. A little more than fifteen minutes before I opened her door. He blushed. Then I raised the alarm immediately. Excellent. Now, the caves would be extremely treacherous until dawn. Even for the most intrepid among us. Linden Hall? asked Bingley. A possibility, Aubrey responded. Colonel, go and rouse the militia. We will need them to search the caves.
They could be gone by then, Darcy exclaimed fearing the worst. Darcy, I doubt they would go far at night. I agree with Mr. Darcy, Lord Aubrey, Jane entered the conversation. I think there is not a moment to lose in going out to sea. One of the advantages of Worthing-on-sea is that the breeze is strong to sail day or night. I believe Barton is taking Lizzy out of the country. But where? Looking back at the good Colonel, Jane answered, sadly, Switzerland. Seeing Jane holding the black king in her hand, Lord Aubrey asked, Darcy, can you sail? Yes, I can. Bingley? I am with you. Excellent. There are pistols in my study. I have had them ready since the coup. I did not believe Barton was gone from our midst. At least not for good. I have taken the liberty of purchasing one of the smugglers boats. It is reportedly the fastest in the fleet. But where to? To where do we sail? To where the Budensburg was moored, Jane responded. I am willing to wager that it took Barton away two weeks ago, and has come back to aid him in his heinous quest. Well, that is it then. I am going with you, Jane added. The men looked at her questioningly, yet no one dared contradict her. I only require a moment. She left for her room quickly and decidedly. Are you sure this is a good idea, Lord Aubrey? Bingley asked, greatly concerned for his future wife. I would not try and stop her, Bingley. If you would learn anything, it would be not to cross a Bennet when her mind is made up. And I do believe Jane will be an advantage for you both. Within ten minutes the various contingents were dispatched to their appointed destination. Jane, Darcy and Bingley hurried to Aubreys dock, where the boat was waiting for them. To their surprise, Q was on board and there was black smoke belching forth. They
stopped momentarily, wondering if the vessel was safe. Come on, step lively. We need to get a move on if we are to catch up with Barton. Now lads, now! Jane, good to see you. Come on, come on. Professor Q, what have you done to this ship? Jane asked as she clamored aboard. And more importantly, is it safe? Darcy asked as he and Bingley cast off. Of course it is, lads. Now, step back. The man scurried to the bow where he took hold of the wheel. Stuart, full power, he yelled below the deck. The boat jerked forward, making a tremendous amount of noise. Darcy and Bingley tried to maintain their balance as the ship moved forward. Jane took in the fact that the sails were down. Could this possibly be Q? Is this the steam machine? Always quick, always clever, Jane my girl. Q turned back to her with a glowing smile. You are, of course, right as usual. Steam machine? Darcy asked. Quite. We have taken the preliminary design, added a few modifications and have come up with this. A ship without the need for wind. The younger men looked at each other in amazement. Fantastic! Bingley added. They came around the bend, to the cove hiding the cave. Cut the noise, hissed Darcy. Q looked up from steering, nodded and cut the power. They glided, silently. What are we looking for? I am not sure, whispered Darcy. Jane was taking things in, triangulating their next move. Professor? Could we move further out? she spoke softly. Darcy, Bingley, get the lead out boys, raise the sails, man! Q commanded. The men got to work raising the sails while Q steered them out to sea. Within minutes they saw their quarry, the Budensburg, and it was anchored beyond the harbor, where few if any of the fishing and smugglers boats would find her. The quartet exchanged knowing glances. Jane spoke first. She looks dark. The men focused their attention on the decks. There were no lights on
board at all, and her sails were down. Jane looked back to the shore. Jane continued, Now, Professor, take us back to the cove and hide us well. And with that, the little boat was turned around, directed back to shore. *--* *--* Lizzy woke to find her hands bound behind her back, the hem of her dress soaked in water and her head in pain. Trying to clear her head, Elizabeth started counting, alternating every decade in the various languages she knew. After a few minutes she could take in her circumstances. She was in the conspirators cave. Across from her, Wickham, who when he saw her move, cocked his pistol and sat up straighter. Ah, Sleeping Beauty wakes. My lady, how good of you to join me. Will you untie me, please? she asked, sweetly. His chuckle grew into laughter. No, I do not think that advisable, Miss Elizabeth. No, I think we shall just wait for Lord Barton to join us, then we can go. But I must use the the facilities. Please, Mr. Wickham. Disarmed by her innocent appeal, and believing women inferior in most every way, Wickham felt could afford this luxury. Surely, Miss Elizabeth. Natures call cannot be denied. He smiled at his own feeble attempt at humor, as he sauntered over to her. He trailed his hands down her arms until he reached the thick rope binding her. Just over there, my lady. He indicated an alcove to the left. She smiled at him, then scurried over to her privacy. Her heavy bracelets jangled. She lifted her skirts and filled the chamber pot. As she returned to her captor, she was grateful he stood against the wall. Walking with her hands behind her back, she maneuvered one of the bracelets off her wrist. She felt its weight as her eyes searched their target. If she went too close, he would dodge it, perhaps knocking it off its trajectory. If she aimed too far, it would do no harm, only angering him further. She slowed her pace, looking for the perfect spot. She sought to divert his attention. So, Mr. Wickham, where have you been for the last two weeks? We have missed you in the village, especially my sister Lydia. He chuckled again. That would be against the rules, my dear lady. Lord Barton would not be happy if I divulged our little hiding place. So, Lord Barton will join us, I presume?
Such a clever lady. Yes. Indeed. When? And where? she asked. All in good time, my dear. All in good time. Indeed. But I am afraid he will have to wait. With that she threw the bracelet against the wall, at his feet. It threw up large pieces of rock throwing him off balance. He hit his head as he fell to the ground. She moved quickly, brandishing a rock in her hand to knock any remaining consciousness further from him. Searching his body, she took his pistol and sword then turned to leave. Blocking her passage stood Anne de Bourgh Miss de Bourgh! Elizabeth exclaimed. How utterly predictable. Predictable perhaps, but effective. I assume it was you who took Mamas letter. As you see. Then it should come as no surprise where we are heading. To Bartons father? Correct again. My only question is why I am to join your little party? Why indeed. My brother Is it not your half-brother? No. We share the same mother and father, Miss Bennet. And soon, I believe I will be welcoming you to the family. Elizabeth drew in her breath upon hearing this last statement, as she had no doubt that the family Miss de Bourgh had in mind was not located in Derbyshire. And what of your mother, Miss de Bourgh? I have heard she remains unwell. Yes. The woman looked stricken momentarily, and Elizabeth seized her opportunity, hurling her remaining bracelet. Miss de Bourgh had been practicing her fencing skills, as she deftly deflected the bracelet so it exploded harmlessly off to her side. However, Lizzy was not done yet. Anne lunged at Elizabeth who drew Wickhams sword in defense. She was grateful Aubrey had insisted both she and Jane learned the art and had practiced while
at Northrop Cottage. Elizabeth quickly took in her surroundings, looking for an advantage. She sought to distract Anne. So, Miss de Bourgh, or should I say Miss Montgomery? The two women wielded their blades with dexterity, each taking stock of her opponent. Elizabeth felt she should discount all she had learned of Miss de Bourgh. The woman advancing on her was not frail and definitely understood how to wield a foil. You are full of surprises Miss Montgomery. Lady Catherine gave you such excellent instruction. The woman laughed before responding, My mother is a woman full of surprises, Miss Bennet. Yet she saw to my education on every front. Even as to the true identity of your father? Elizabeth asked. Anne faltered momentarily, before advancing with more fury. Fueled by her anger, Anne Montgomery advanced on Elizabeth who backed up stumbling on her wet and dragging skirts. Anne advanced quickly, placing her foot on Elizabeths throat while she ripped a strip off her petticoat. After binding Elizabeths hands she ordered the woman to rise. She then searched her pockets finding Wickhams pistol. Lizzy silently cursed herself for grabbing Wickhams sword rather than his pistol. How careless of you, dear. Come, Anne ordered. It is time to go.
*--* *--* Look, there! said Jane, excitedly. There. They come! Instantly all eyes followed her hand pointing to the movement at the cave. Look, there is a boat, Bingley shouted. How could we have missed it earlier? Simple. We were not looking for it, Jane replied, calmly. Quickly, we must make haste and move on ahead. Silently they raised sail and headed out towards the Budensburg, which now had movement upon her decks. Jane, do you have any of those bracelets? Darcy asked. Darcy, I say, is this really the time to be asking about Janes jewels? Bingley asked. Dearest, he means these, and she held up her arms where there were two bracelets adorning each arm. These are very special adornments I will be most happy to part with when the time comes. Darcy looked happy. He nodded, feeling the first stirrings of hope that evening. But we must gain Elizabeths freedom first. Jane looked at Darcy who nodded. After having the nature of Janes bracelets explained to him, Bingley asked, Why not just sink the boat using one of the bracelets? It would put a nice hole, say, at the waterline?
He was spying on the Bundensburg through a telescope. Their boat was drifting just out of the rim of light the now brightened vessel cast upon the dark water. We must know who goes on that ship, and where it is bound, replied Jane. *--* *--* By this time Elizabeth and her captor had reached the sailboat waiting for them. Elizabeth was able to maneuver her hands, twisting and turning them to wriggle free from the knot the inexperienced Miss de Bourgh had formed. Yet she kept her posture reminiscent of one still bound. So, Miss de Bourgh, you are willing to add the charge of kidnapping to your list of crimes. Crimes? I daresay I know not what you mean. I have committed no crime. You are my brothers intended; I simply provide transport for him. I am not intended for your brother. I am spoken for by your cousin. We announced our engagement this very evening. Anne began to laugh, and her mirth escalated gaining tinges of madness as it climbed in intensity. Elizabeth had been coolly observing her surroundings and quickly lunged to grab an oar from its storage at the bottom of the boat. She brought it up, its flat side walloping Miss de Bourgh across the chest. The pistol shot off into the air and Elizabeth quickly brought the oar against Annes back. The boat rocked from the impact and unregulated movement of weight about the boat. Anne lost her balance and quickly fell into the cold, dark water. Elizabeth drew in her breath and began searching for her assailant. Whatever else Elizabeth was, she did not fancy herself a killer. *--* *--* The shots echo bounced around the water, turning heads on the two vessels. Without a word, Q turned on the engine heading towards the source of the sound. Darcy, light those torches! Quick man! As quickly as humanly possible, three lanterns were lit and held by Jane, Bingley and Darcy. They began calling out, Elizabeth! Elizabeth! Here! she yelled back at them. A wave of relief washed over the occupants of the moving vessel. Are you alright? Jane called out. Tak! Elizabeth called back. Switching to their private language, Jane continued, We are coming. Are you safe?
Thank God we have found you. Elizabeth replied, Be careful, Anne de Bourgh is in the water. She fell in. I did not mean for her to fall, but she lost her balance. Anne! Miss de Bourgh? Anne!? Darcy exclaimed. Yes, so she says. Jane added without missing a beat. Elizabeth, what is Anne doing there? Darcy called out. They could now see the silhouette of Elizabeths small boat. Within minutes they were astride it and Elizabeth was in Darcys arms. He kissed her profoundly and repeatedly. Darcy, control yourself, Q finally interrupted. Lizzy, what happened? Why is Miss Jane asked her sister. Anne! I she was taking me to Barton A communal gasp was heard around the ship. She is his sister, and is quite mad. When I said we were engaged, she began laughing, then cackling like a crazed woman. That is when I reached for the oar, and hit her. I admit to hitting her hard, but she is strong, and kept laughing in a most disturbing manner. Then the boat began rocking and her balance was lost and then Elizabeth began to cry. Giving her a great hug, Darcy then released her into the willing arms of her sister as he took up his lantern to join the search for his cousin. There, over there! Bingley called out and they could see the flailing arms of Anne de Bourgh. Scrambling in the hull, Q pulled out a large hook on the end of a pole and they hoisted her in. While Darcy and Bingley helped her climb on board, Q held a pistol at her heart. The cloth that once held Elizabeth now held Anne, only the knot binding this woman was tight and secure. Curse you Darcy. Mother would be ashamed of you. Anne delighted in Darcys grimace which fueled her verbal assault. Seeing the distress her ranting created in her beloved, Elizabeth tore a six-inch swath from her own petticoat to gag Miss de Bourgh. Jane nodded her approval while the men just looked on, dumbfounded. Q commented, Neat, my dear. A bit old-fashioned, but it will suffice. Sometimes you cannot improve on the tried and true means to your end, Q, Lizzy quipped while Jane burst out in giggles. Laughter diffused the tension aboard the ship, until Anne, furious at their laughter attempted to stand up and rock the boat.
Oh no, Miss de Bourgh, none of that, added Bingley, who bent to grab Janes petticoat. He ripped off another six inch wide piece of cloth and bound her feet together, then lifted her aboard the modernized ship and re-tied her to a chair. In the movement, Darcy caught sight of the Budensburg which looked to be ready to sail. Barton! he called out catching the attention of all on board. Q jumped to the controls. Stuart! Full speed ahead. Giver her all you have, man. We need more power, and we need it now. The engine jumped to life jettisoning the boat forward. Bingley and Darcy checked their arms, rifles Aubrey had thoughtfully preloaded on the ship. I know I may regret this, but do you two know how to shoot? Darcy asked. Of course, both women responded. Before another word could be uttered, the whistle of a cannon ball flying off portside disrupted their conversation. Oh my stars! exclaimed Elizabeth. Bloody hell! uttered Q, Darcy and Bingley simultaneously. Q turned the wheel so the boat sped off in a wide arc around the Budensburg. Ladies, are you ready? Q asked as he sharply spun the wheel, so the boat headed straight at the back side of the larger vessel which loomed large and directly in front of them. Ready! they both replied. On my count. Right, now on three . One two three! Jane and Elizabeth, who aligned on the port side of the boat hurled two volleys each of their exploding bracelets as Q maneuvered the ship within five feet of the Bundensburg. Darcy and Bingley along with the opposing crew were thunderstruck. They had never seen a vessel move so quickly nor turn so adeptly. Before the explosions had burned large holes at the water line, and below, Q had their vessel a safe distance away. *--* *--* Lord Aubrey stood in his gazebo looking out to sea. He saw the bright flare of the explosions knowing Jane would unleash that fury only when Elizabeth was safe. Shaken to the core, he said a prayer of thanks. A few kilometers down the shoreline, another man sat in a carriage assessing the situation from a very different perspective. After looking one last time at the raging fire that was once the Budensburg, he rapped his cane on the roof of the carriage sending it on its nocturnal way. *--* *--* Weary, the rescue party returned to Northrop Cottage where she found a welcoming
committee wanting to hear her story. After a quick retelling of her abduction, the gathering dispersed. Darcy walked Elizabeth to her door, noticing her growing hesitation the closer they came to her room. He stopped them in the hallway, which was now bathed in the grey light of dawn. Would you rather stay with me, Lizzy? Looking into his eyes she saw nothing but love and concern for her. He had not left her side, nor let her out of his grasp since he grabbed hold of her in the boat. That is, except for the very brief moment when she and Jane threw their bracelets thereby destroying the Budensburg. They sat arm in arm, as Q stopped the boat at a safe distance, all eyes trailed on the boat until it sank beneath the water before them. Now, safely home, in her lovers arms, Elizabeth faced a decision. Where to sleep tonight? If I dont go back in there, I never will. But is there really anything wrong with that? Then she thought of the proverbial horse and getting back on it, and she asked, Would you mind staying with me, in there? Darcy was relieved: he was proud that she wanted to conquer her fear by staying in the scene of her abduction; and he was overjoyed that she needed him in order to do it. He kissed her, his arms wrapping her tightly to his body. His erection was painful and urgent. He lowered his arms to hold her hips to him. The sensations running through Elizabeth overwhelmed her. After all she had endured this evening, to find herself flushed with desire at the end of this interminable night, was a relief. She moaned as she felt him press his manhood against her, longed for his touch to reassure her that all was well. She needed his passion to warm her heart. When frightened, Elizabeth tended to withdraw her heart, protect it so it could not be pierced. It took great love and consistent attention to bring her where she would trust again. It had been so when her mother died all those years ago. Her father and Jane had devotedly shown her it was safe to trust again. She hoped that Darcys love would do the same for her now. Of course, my darling. Whatever you want is my desire, too, he whispered in her ear. He wrapped his arms around her and they walked the few steps to her door. He opened it, bending down to carry her over the threshold. Kicking the door closed he turned, and Elizabeth locked it. He walked over to her bed, gently laying her upon it. She felt her face flush as her thoughts got ahead of her. He kicked off his shoes before removing hers. Then he ran his hands up her leg, underneath her skirts to unfasten her stocking. Slowly he rolled it down caressing the skin he revealed. His hands never left her. Reaching her ankle, he took her foot in his hand, positioning himself on his knees between her legs. As he took her foot to his lips to kiss the top, Elizabeth moaned. He massaged the sole of her foot, murmuring how lovely her foot was, how soft it felt. Elizabeth was breathless and flushed, lying full back on her pillows. She tried to rise up on her elbows but he placed her foot on his thigh and she was undone. He placed her toes
achingly close to his erection, which twitched with her being so near. His hands ran up to her thigh again, before moving underneath her skirt which was still draped over her knees, to her other leg. There he unfastened her stocking repeating the languorous process until both of her feet were well positioned on his strong thighs. He leaned on his ankles while his hands began rubbing up and down her legs. His eyes drank in her chest as it heaved with her labored breath. Elizabeth. I want you, now and forever. It took a few moments for her to respond. His ministrations overtook her concentration, as each nerve on her skin desired his touch. She turned to him, still unwilling to force her conscience to formulate a thought. Where is your little package? he asked, his hands rubbing circles on her knees, bringing them close together then dragging them apart. Uhm she lowered her head needing her hands to check her dress pockets. Not finding any in her evening gown, she thought, Teasing, teasing man! She looked around her room, scanning her mind for where she left her supplies. In the chest, over there no, in my desk. That is it, my writing desk. Over there, Fitzwilliam. His eyes flashed at her use of his given name. Top drawer, there by the window. He leaned forward, one knee in each hand, spreading her legs till they almost touched the bed, his body came forward as his head bent down and he kissed the curls nestled between her legs. Although multiple layers of cloth separated them, she felt his lips burn into her flesh. Before she could even moan in desire, his body was moving up hers, quickly, dragging his broad chest across her hips, stomach, slowing as he crossed her chest. Here he let his hands leave her knees and race to her breasts. He placed one on each and traced their contours through her dress. She gasped and he kissed her lips, his tongue invading the open space between her lips. After tasting her as fully as he could, he pulled back dragging his lips along her jaw to her ear. Elizabeth felt her heart overflow in joy. Her lover, her beloved, the man she would spend the rest of her life with was bringing her such pleasure. Yet it was more than this, it was a reassurance that they were here, together after being threatened with separation and death. Elizabeth could feel it, this difference, this claiming of her, not as a possession, but staking the claim that they live and that they survived the challenge to their love. Stay right here, He whispered. She nodded her reply, unable to formulate words. All the emotions of the day were right under her skin, all she could do was receive. Any thought of response involved processing the past few hours, and Elizabeths mind was too pleasantly engaged at present. Her senses were on fire, her skin tingling still wherever his hands or his lips had played. She brought a hand to her eyes, trying to cut the over stimulation wherever possible. His voice sang in her ear.
Are you all right, Elizabeth? Do you wish shall we save this for another day? he asked, seductively. No! No! I mean, please, I desire I want you here. And there is nowhere I would rather be my darling. Placing her hand on his thigh as he sat alongside her recumbent form, Darcy opened the leather envelope removing the vial and one square of clean cotton. He rolled it into a tight cylinder then dipped it into the golden liquid. When it had saturated the cloth he removed it, shaking off the excess and replacing the stopper. Elizabeth moved to rise, but he stayed her progress. What he did next shocked even Lizzys sensibilities. With one hand, he reached up under her skirt hitching his fingers in her undergarments. Gently, almost tickling her enervated skin, he pulled her pantaloons down one side, then the other of her body. She raised her bottom to help and he smiled at her. Then he caressed her skin, one leg then the other as he aided the removal of her lower garments. Then, he gently spread her inner folds, and then reached up into her. She gasped at the unique sensations of Darcy inserting something other than his body into her. Does this feel right? he asked, his voice hoarse with passion. Yes, oh, yes. She breathed raggedly. He chuckled. Elizabeth, he had returned to her ear, his body fully over her, but only just out of reach for him to touch her. She arched her body attempting to meet him. He chuckled again. I meant the cloth. Is it . put in correctly? She looked at him like he was speaking gibberish. Finally his meaning seeped through her haze of lust. I am sorry, William, could you put your fingers on the cloth one more time. I promise I will pay attention, this time. With a wicked grin, Darcy slid down her body. Involuntarily, Elizabeth arched into his chest, moving whichever part of her body was fortunate enough to be near it. This time, he raised her skirts full off her body, then her chemise. His breathing became ragged and his focus wavered. When the gown rose above her head, he dragged his hands down from her hair, to her cheeks which he lovingly held, down her throat to her shoulders, briefly around her back, then up again to her breasts. He circled them once and was extremely tempted to taste each one. Her eyes locked on his, so filled with desire. She wanted him to never stop touching her. His hands pushed each breast, teasing its fullness. Her nipples ached for his tongue to lavish attention on them. Instead his hands flushed out, and then renewed their descent over her ribs, coming together at her waist then flaring out over her hips. His left hand remained on her hip, while his right slid over her private curls. Her hips began undulating as he feathered his fingers over her dark mass of curls until his fingers lay over her folds at the outer edge of
her core. She stopped moving, anticipating the emotion and pleasure of Fitzwilliam loving her. First one finger then another cupped her outer folds, playing her as one might a piano, exerting pressure here and then there, all a delight to Elizabeths body. Without preamble, two of his fingers plunged into her. She gasped as he expertly drove his fingers back to her cervix, pressing the cotton to her inner flesh. How is this? he asked barely over a whisper. Fitzwilliam, I believe that is perfect, my love. Again, he smiled at her discomposure. Excellent, he replied. Rather than return to Elizabeths body, Darcy began stripping off his clothes, slowly. His jacket had already been removed, so he worked on his waistcoat. As he pulled his arms from their sleeves, he pushed his chest towards Lizzy. Her eyes bulged as she saw the plains of it move in the early morning light. She licked her lips. He smiled and tossed the garment on the floor. Next his hands attacked his cravat which was loose but still knotte around his neck. His fingers contrasting against the white fabric. Once the knot was undone, he slowly unwound the cloth from his neck. He threw it at Lizzys head, where it caught on the crown of her curls. She pulled it over her face, providing momentary relief from the abundance of male beauty before her. However, his scent worked upon her. She breathed in the woody scent and it stirred her blood as his tactile attentions had earlier. She wanted to taste this man, and she wanted to do so, now! Her impatience pleased him. He had felt this so many times before. He wanted her to burn as he burned before they would find their relief, together. Darcy unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt before pulling it out of his pants and lifting it over the top of his head. As he did so, inch by glorious inch, Lizzy beheld the skin of his stomach, saw the dark hairs of his chest, the brown circlets of his nipples. Her hands twitched. She wanted to run her hands over all she saw, and more. She rose to a sitting position, but kept her arms behind her, forming her support. She locked her elbows, if not her knees. Darcy had the shirt over his face, so all she could see was his strong, muscular body. His arms were out, save for his hands. It was as if they were bound by the cuffs of his shirt. Elizabeth felt herself salivating. She swallowed hard. Then Darcys shirt was completely off his body, now floating through the air to join the rest of his clothes. With a lecherous gleam in his eye he drew his hands to his chest, running them down the musculature of his chest, his stomach, until they rested on the front of his pants. He ran one hand down, covering his elongated erection. It was practically peering out from the top of his pants. Lizzy leaned forward, her hands now level with the rest of her body, her eyes glued to what he would do next. His thumbs ran along the edge of his pants seeking the fasteners. Lizzy was about to assist him when he pulled one hand out to stop her. Immediately she ceased her movements and he returned his hand to his frontispiece. Slowly he unfastened the top button. Then the next and the third until he could wriggle his
breeches down over his hips. As he did, he also drew down his small clothes revealing his hips and the unveiled appendage that now pointed straight at her. His pants were now at his knees as he leaned back on his ankles then swerved his bottom to free his legs. Bending one leg then the other, he finished with his pants and they, too, flew to the floor. Elizabeth sat, in her corset and her smile. With deliberate movements, Darcy returned to his knees in between her legs. Gently he pulled the pins from her hair, using his fingers to comb through the tangles, arranging her hair over her shoulder. Leaning forward he reached behind her freeing her corset from its fastener. He pulled at the strings, loosening their hold upon her until he could shimmy it up and over her head. Of course, as he did so, he made contact with as much of her skin as he could. She shivered in delight and anticipation. With her hands raised high over her head, finally free of all of her clothes as well, Elizabeth felt Darcys body pushing her back onto her pillows. Their cool softness contrasted quite nicely with the hard heat Darcy offered as he lay upon her. His hands began roaming her body: waist, hips, breasts. His mouth clung to her lips as he kissed and kissed her until she felt she could not breathe. She kissed him back, as if curious, as if he were her last breath. With each touch of his skin upon her, a difficult memory of the day faded and she tied her self to the present sensations flooding her consciousness. Within moments Darcy lips moved from hers, his voice a husky growl when he spoke, Lizzy, I need you now. She kissed him in response, dragging her legs off the bed, along his strong thighs until they wrapped around his hips, her feet planted on his buttocks. He groaned in desire as his hand reached between them to her entrance. He smiled, finding her wet and warm as he plunged two fingers inside. Her moan in his ear enflamed him and he quickly withdrew his hand to guide his erection. He began his slide, quickly wanting to be within her as soon as possible. Once his tip breeched her, he slowed his progress, savoring every second they were together. There was more than one point through the night that he believed he would never experience this bliss again. That she was gone from him. That she was now, wrapped so deliciously around him, that his body was inside of hers, was almost too much for his heart to bear. So his body took over, proclaiming her as his own, giving himself to her. Once he was encased within her as far as he could manage, he stilled his hips. It took a moment for Lizzy to quiet the movement of her own body as she wanted to rock with him until they became one. Lizzy. I love you, more than anyone, anything in this world. Without you, I could not go on. Fitzwilliam, I feel the same. They looked at each other, both knowing what they felt for each other was a rare and beautiful thing. Their love had been tested so many times. They felt it was as strong as steel, yet as gentle as the petal of a rose. He collapsed upon her, holding her close to his heart.
Lizzy, youre mine. I love you, my dearest, loveliest Elizabeth. Smiling, Lizzy held him tightly to her and said, Fitzwilliam, you are mine and I love you, most dearly, above all others. They kissed and kissed while their passion bubbled through their tenderness, and started twitching the nerves of their skin. They began moving, together. As Will plunged into her, Elizabeth released her hold until she felt him withdraw. Then she clasped onto him, holding him with her internal muscle. He groaned in pleasure feeling her drag against his most sensitive skin. Almost completely withdrawn, his body plunged again into her, seeking the warmth of her embrace. He brought one of his hands between them seeking the secret spot to her delight. He found it and began rubbing his fingers in circles. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her hips took on a life of their own. As her pace increased, he matched her, until sensation overrode both of their abilities and they exploded into another realm where their bodies faded away and their souls expanded into the universe. They made this voyage together. He knew, she knew they were not alone and that made all the difference in the world. *--* *--* The next afternoon, Darcy and Bingley applied for and were granted their wedding licenses. Wearing their best dresses, Elizabeth Bennet joined her fate to that of Fitzwilliam Darcy along side her sister Jane as she pledged her heart to Charles Bingley. Members of all four families were present to celebrate the happy unions. Lord Aubrey joined the Fitzwilliams for a much needed vacation, leaving Northrop Cottage in the care of the Bingleys while Darcy took Elizabeth to Pemberley. After being examined by several medical doctors, Anne Montgomery de Bourgh was declared criminally insane and bounded off to Bedlam. As a concession to the ancient house, Lady Catherine was allowed to transport her daughter herself in one of her own carriages. The unfortunate souls were involved in a carriage accident, where their vehicle broke a wheel, overturning on a bridge. None of the bodies were ever recovered, and all were assumed dead. Rosings and what remained of the de Bourgh fortune was given over to Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam who promptly retired from His Majestys service. After traveling to London to see to the dispensation of his aunts estate, Darcy desired to return to Pemberly for the remainder of the harvest season. Bingley took his bride on a tour of estates in search of their future home. Elizabeth, Darcy whispered in her ear, rubbing his nose around her aural appendage, savoring its sweet softness. Even after three weeks of marriage, he was caught by her scent, the lavender whirling his senses, leading him to her softness, the way her skin melted at his touch. She was his now, unreservedly. They were one, physically as well as spiritually. Yet there were differences they treasured. Elizabeths humor poked at Darcys reserve. She opened his mind to the possibilities that had been bred out of him. With her love, he began to tease her back, gaining the confidence that she would not censure him
for his less than gentlemanly behavior as long as at heart, he was kind. He learned to see the merit of all around him, regardless of their birth and place in the world. She showed him what he could learn from those around him, and his sense of regard and responsibility woke and grew in her care. Their love spilled over into all phases of their lives. Never ones to keep the boundaries set by society, their need to express their love and devotion which knew no limits. *--* *--* As the two newlywed couples moved on to the next phase of their lives, on another continent, a carriage made its way up the lane to an isolated villa. Waiting there was Richard Montgomery, still handsome but greatly aged. The carriage door opened, and two women emerged. He opened his arms in welcome and the elderly woman who held his heart all these years walked into them. Seeing his sister and mother in the loving embrace of his father, Barton stepped onto the graveled drive, breathing in deeply the fresh air of freedom. FINI

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Prologue August, 1811 London She felt out of her element, yet prepared.

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*--* *--* May, 1812 Treemore House

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-- -- May, 1812 Treemore House