Chapter the Tenth: The Road to Toulouse
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Upon nearing the figure, a pair of small, delicately formed, snow-white hands emerge from within the heavy cloak and push back the hood. Revealed is a young woman, hardly more than a girl, with loose, silken hair the color of a raven's wing, which makes a striking contrast with a countenance as pale as her hands. Her eyes are so dark a color as to make it impossible to distinguish iris from pupil. She looks at Miss Davenport with a bold but entirely neutral expression, as one might regard an interesting natural phenomenon. She does not speak.
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"Ah." Lila hesitates, suddenly flustered. -- Bonjour. Do you perchance ride a black stallion? If you are traveling the same way as we, that is toward the Pyrenees, perhaps you might wish to join me and my companions rather than follow. The roads can be unsafe for a lone rider. Or do I mistake you for some other? --
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"That is not who I expected," says Henry. "I must say I'm relieved."
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With a slow and courtly curtsy to the party, the young woman replies in a soft voice which does not reveal any particular national origin.
"I thank you for your courtesy," she says in English. "I am always ready to accept such a kind invitation. If I mistake not, we both have business at the Chateau de Hautommes, and I would be glad of the company. If there be no objection, I will ride alongside your coach, not wishing to leave my mount behind. Let us not stand on ceremony. You may call me Macaria."
Introductions are made. It is notable that both Miss Carrow and Senorita del Zaragoza are quite taken with their new acquaintance. This is perhaps only natural when young ladies are brought together socially.
"I thank you for your courtesy," she says in English. "I am always ready to accept such a kind invitation. If I mistake not, we both have business at the Chateau de Hautommes, and I would be glad of the company. If there be no objection, I will ride alongside your coach, not wishing to leave my mount behind. Let us not stand on ceremony. You may call me Macaria."
Introductions are made. It is notable that both Miss Carrow and Senorita del Zaragoza are quite taken with their new acquaintance. This is perhaps only natural when young ladies are brought together socially.
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"I for one would be delighted to have you accompany us, Macaria," says Henry.
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The pleasant, if chilly, stroll across the Garonne is concluded, with much light conversation amongst the party. It may be noted that Macaria rarely initiates discussions, choosing instead to remain silent and listen until directly addressed.
The sun is high overhead as the adventurers begin the last leg of their journey, although it can barely be detected behind heavy clouds. A brisk wind whips at the hair and clothing of all.
-- Snow coming. -- the coachman, a laconic fellow, remarks. His prophecy proves to be accurate, as a light shower of tiny white crystals begins to descend as the path becomes steep, heading into low hills. It is more of a welcome sight, Nature's icy jewels scattered across the dark, rocky ground, than a hazard, the driver being skillful at his trade. Macaria follows the coach at a moderate distance, perhaps to better enjoy the peculiar silence of a gentle snowfall.
As the coach makes a turn around a large boulder -- which might be thought, to one of playful imagination, to be a giant transformed into stone -- two men come into view. They wear French military uniforms, not in the best of condition, which reveal that they are fusiliers -- infantrymen equipped with flintlock muskets, which they carry pointed at the ground.
-- Help! Stop! -- they cry as the coach approaches. They stand to the side of the road, so it would be possible for the driver to continue past them if the party is so inclined.
-- Shall we stop? -- the coachman inquires.
The sun is high overhead as the adventurers begin the last leg of their journey, although it can barely be detected behind heavy clouds. A brisk wind whips at the hair and clothing of all.
-- Snow coming. -- the coachman, a laconic fellow, remarks. His prophecy proves to be accurate, as a light shower of tiny white crystals begins to descend as the path becomes steep, heading into low hills. It is more of a welcome sight, Nature's icy jewels scattered across the dark, rocky ground, than a hazard, the driver being skillful at his trade. Macaria follows the coach at a moderate distance, perhaps to better enjoy the peculiar silence of a gentle snowfall.
As the coach makes a turn around a large boulder -- which might be thought, to one of playful imagination, to be a giant transformed into stone -- two men come into view. They wear French military uniforms, not in the best of condition, which reveal that they are fusiliers -- infantrymen equipped with flintlock muskets, which they carry pointed at the ground.
-- Help! Stop! -- they cry as the coach approaches. They stand to the side of the road, so it would be possible for the driver to continue past them if the party is so inclined.
-- Shall we stop? -- the coachman inquires.
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Presuming that Miss Davenport and Dr North will bid the coachman stop (and that the attention of most will be on the two men), Ines looks out of the other side of the coach, trying to discern if there is anyone else.
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"We had best stop and help them," says Henry. "If someone is injured, my skills will be needed."
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As the driver draws back on the reins, Ines glances out of the coach. There does not appear to be anyone else about. She is also able to detect the fact that Macaria halts her steed at some distance away. Perhaps this is the reason the two men pay her no mind.
One soldier aims his musket at the driver, the other at those within the coach. The latter addresses them in gutter French.
-- Do not fear! We have no wish to take either your lives or your possessions. But we must have this coach! Vacate it now, and we will leave you in peace. The walk will not be an easy one, I grant you, but it will do you no great hurt. --
One soldier aims his musket at the driver, the other at those within the coach. The latter addresses them in gutter French.
-- Do not fear! We have no wish to take either your lives or your possessions. But we must have this coach! Vacate it now, and we will leave you in peace. The walk will not be an easy one, I grant you, but it will do you no great hurt. --
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"It seems we have no choice," says Henry. "Of course, we are merely passengers. The coach does not belong to us. However, its owners will want it back. Where can we meet you to retrieve it later?"
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-- Ha! That is of no concern to us, my friend, but it is possible that you may find this vehicle again if you continue to the Chateau on foot. I thank you for your generosity. -- he says, with a sardonic grin.
With that, the passengers are allowed to retrieve their possessions from the coach and are not otherwise disturbed, although always under the watchful eyes of the soldiers and the intimidating stare of their muskets. When the party is at a safe distance from the coach, the soldier who has spoken leaps into the driver's position, his companion joining him with one final glance back at the adventurers. With a cry and a snap of the whip they drive off at a rapid pace.
During all of this fuss, Macaria has slipped off unnoticed. Her stallion must be an unusually sure-footed beast, as not even the sound of his hooves on the rocky ground can be heard.
It is soon discovered that, in their haste, the soldiers have left behind a scrap of parchment. It contains a crude map of the road to the Chateau, along with a diagram of the building. A circle has been drawn around several rooms, with an arrow pointing to this section of the Chateau. There is a handwritten note near the arrow.
Guillaume says somewhere here -- no one goes
The party will have to spend the rest of the day making slow progress on the steep path to the Chateau. (The driver has elected to make his way back to Toulouse, having no interest in the Chateau.) They are almost within sight of the Chateau when night falls. Travel in darkness being hazardous in this rough country, it will be necessary to make camp for the night. Isaac volunteers to keep the first watch, as he will require some time to ease the tears and trembling of his daughter, who beseeches Heaven that she be spared from further such experiences. A small but helpful fire is made, with some difficulty due to the wind and the wet ground. The long wait for morning begins.
With that, the passengers are allowed to retrieve their possessions from the coach and are not otherwise disturbed, although always under the watchful eyes of the soldiers and the intimidating stare of their muskets. When the party is at a safe distance from the coach, the soldier who has spoken leaps into the driver's position, his companion joining him with one final glance back at the adventurers. With a cry and a snap of the whip they drive off at a rapid pace.
During all of this fuss, Macaria has slipped off unnoticed. Her stallion must be an unusually sure-footed beast, as not even the sound of his hooves on the rocky ground can be heard.
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The party will have to spend the rest of the day making slow progress on the steep path to the Chateau. (The driver has elected to make his way back to Toulouse, having no interest in the Chateau.) They are almost within sight of the Chateau when night falls. Travel in darkness being hazardous in this rough country, it will be necessary to make camp for the night. Isaac volunteers to keep the first watch, as he will require some time to ease the tears and trembling of his daughter, who beseeches Heaven that she be spared from further such experiences. A small but helpful fire is made, with some difficulty due to the wind and the wet ground. The long wait for morning begins.
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Lila offers to sit the first watch with Senor del Garazoga if the others will take the second.
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Ines agrees to take the second watch.
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Henry also agrees to take the second watch.
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"Shall we try to calm the horse?" Henry asks Ines. "You seem to have a knack with animals."
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Ines nods in acknowledgement, and wants gently toward the horse making soothing noises.
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The horse, now docile after receiving kind treatment from one skilled in such matters, appears only too eager to return to human service. It is apparent that it has been driven hard and not properly walked, watered, and curried. Its trappings appear to have been cut away hastily, judging from some bits of equipage still attached, but it is uninjured. By dawn it should be ready to carry one of the party who does not object to riding without a saddle.
The adventurers reach the Chateau by mid-morning, weary from their unintended climb. The Chateau is of great age, constructed from pale stone, and makes for a brooding presence against the lofty Pyrenees which loom in the distance. There is no sign of the soldiers nor of Macaria. However, whilst investigating the surroundings, as is only natural after having encountered unwelcome company the day before, the coach is found not far away, badly hidden amongst sizable boulders, as if only a feeble effort was made to conceal it. The other horse is not to be found, and there is clear evidence that it also has been released from its trappings.
After much pounding on the heavy wooden door of the Chateau, a manservant appears to question the party. Many explanations are made as to events of the prior day.
-- Ah! -- the young man says. -- That is why you did not arrive as expected yesterday. Please come in. My master and mistress are away, having taken the opportunity of your failure to appear to make certain arrangements for a celebration -- the Baron's birthday, you understand -- with a provisioner in a small village not far from here. They shall return tomorrow. Meanwhile, Monsieur Stephan and Mademoiselle Charlotte are in residence and shall see to your needs. There are rooms prepared for all. --
The servant is true to his word. The other servants take care of the belongings of the party and allow them to refresh themselves after their hard journey. When this is done, the two children of the Baron and Baroness appear.
Stephan is a tall, thin young man, pale and dark-haired. He is polite, in a very formal manner, but rather taciturn and unsmiling. His clothes are of good quality but worn in a manner which indicates that he has little concern for his appearance. When inquiry is made as to the well-being of his elder brother, he sighs.
-- The great hero. I suppose he is all right. --
Charlotte is a few years older than Stephan, truly a grown woman. Nature has favored her with flowing auburn hair which she does not conceal beneath a wig. Her powder cannot entirely conceal her ruddy complexion, but a pair of sparkling emerald eyes draws attention away from this minor flaw. She is dressed in a fine, colorful gown which might be more suitable for a ball than for ordinary day wear. In sharp contrast to her brother, she is eager to chat with the arrivals, generally of matters of little import. Upon discovering Doctor North's honorable intentions regarding Miss Carrow, she taps him lightly on the wrist with her fan.
-- A prize taken! What a pity! --
The day spent thus, with Isaac explaining his plans for Charlotte's education -- this being met with little enthusiasm -- the adventurers are escorted to their rooms for a good night's rest.
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The adventurers reach the Chateau by mid-morning, weary from their unintended climb. The Chateau is of great age, constructed from pale stone, and makes for a brooding presence against the lofty Pyrenees which loom in the distance. There is no sign of the soldiers nor of Macaria. However, whilst investigating the surroundings, as is only natural after having encountered unwelcome company the day before, the coach is found not far away, badly hidden amongst sizable boulders, as if only a feeble effort was made to conceal it. The other horse is not to be found, and there is clear evidence that it also has been released from its trappings.
After much pounding on the heavy wooden door of the Chateau, a manservant appears to question the party. Many explanations are made as to events of the prior day.
-- Ah! -- the young man says. -- That is why you did not arrive as expected yesterday. Please come in. My master and mistress are away, having taken the opportunity of your failure to appear to make certain arrangements for a celebration -- the Baron's birthday, you understand -- with a provisioner in a small village not far from here. They shall return tomorrow. Meanwhile, Monsieur Stephan and Mademoiselle Charlotte are in residence and shall see to your needs. There are rooms prepared for all. --
The servant is true to his word. The other servants take care of the belongings of the party and allow them to refresh themselves after their hard journey. When this is done, the two children of the Baron and Baroness appear.
Stephan is a tall, thin young man, pale and dark-haired. He is polite, in a very formal manner, but rather taciturn and unsmiling. His clothes are of good quality but worn in a manner which indicates that he has little concern for his appearance. When inquiry is made as to the well-being of his elder brother, he sighs.
-- The great hero. I suppose he is all right. --
Charlotte is a few years older than Stephan, truly a grown woman. Nature has favored her with flowing auburn hair which she does not conceal beneath a wig. Her powder cannot entirely conceal her ruddy complexion, but a pair of sparkling emerald eyes draws attention away from this minor flaw. She is dressed in a fine, colorful gown which might be more suitable for a ball than for ordinary day wear. In sharp contrast to her brother, she is eager to chat with the arrivals, generally of matters of little import. Upon discovering Doctor North's honorable intentions regarding Miss Carrow, she taps him lightly on the wrist with her fan.
-- A prize taken! What a pity! --
The day spent thus, with Isaac explaining his plans for Charlotte's education -- this being met with little enthusiasm -- the adventurers are escorted to their rooms for a good night's rest.
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"From the footsteps I heard I rather suspect it may have been a man and a woman engaged upon an, ah, romantic liaison," Lila replies to the two less worldly young ladies. "However, who could it be? Lady Charlotte seems a likely sort but then who is her partner? Perhaps, given the unexplained happenings on our way here it would be safer for us to verify that this is not some more sinister intrigue, however." She wakes Ines and quickly explains the situation then, taking a candle, leads along the hallway in the direction of the footsteps.
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Imes makes sure to bring her brass knuckles with her, in case it is, as Miss Davenport put it, a sinister intrigue. As the ladies set out, sudden thought strikes her: "I wonder if one of the two soldiers was the Guillaume who has been spoken of?" Then she shakes her head, recognising that speculation is pointless next to investigation.
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