by Barbara Bard
He spun on his heels and moved closer to the man, then took hold of the man's wrist and bashed it with the side of his palm. The man cried out in pain and dropped his sword. Alastar dropped to his knees and picked up the blade, narrowly avoiding having his neck slashed by the other soldier who had joined the fight. Without hesitation, Alastar jabbed the blade upwards into the first man's stomach, ending his life instantly.
He withdrew the blade quickly and deflected another swipe from the other man. It was easy enough to disarm him and slash his chest, sending him crashing over the side of the wagon to his death.
That just left the driver, who was torn between holding the reins and fighting Alastar. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that all the other guards had been killed, so he turned to draw his sword, but when Alastar saw the threatening move he acted quickly, thrusting his sword through the man's neck.
The horses continued to run along the road, carrying the dead bodies. Alastar leapt from the wagon and turned back to face the estate. A smiled curled on his face. The Blue Thistle had returned, and he had much to do.
Chapter 2
A mixture of anxiety and fear beat through Rebecca’s chest. She watched from a shadowed place as Lady Flynn and her strange friends left. Rebecca knew in her heart that she had done the right thing, but she hoped that she was not going to be discovered, for it had gone against the law of the estate.
As soon as the wagon left, she saw George walk back. Rebecca rushed up to him.
“Is this for the best?” she asked, her face pale in the moonlight.
“Trust me, it is.”
“But surely soon Lord Flynn will discover the disappearance of his daughter?” Rebecca said in a harsh whisper.
“No doubt that he will, but she is much better now. Just be quiet and go about your business as usual. Nobody will suspect you. Act normally, and blend into the crowd.”
With that, George left. Rebecca blended into the crowd just as she had been doing her entire life, being the youngest of a litter of children. Now she was just one of a number of servants working on the estate. There had been many strange goings on recently, and the estate had been in turmoil.
She spun on her heels to return to her chambers. The hallways of the estate were dim. The moon hung high in the sky, surrounded by starlight. It was deathly beautiful, and every moment was laced with fear and danger. Rebecca had always been taught to be a good girl, and she was so terrified of being discovered.
She slipped back into her room and made her way to her bed. She stopped as she heard her companion move. Rebecca held her breath, then continued to her bed when a soft snore emanated from her friend.
Rebecca pulled the blanket over her and closed her eyes, trying to get to sleep, although her mind was a whirl.
Who was that man, and why had Lady Flynn gone with him? The rumors had swirled around the estate. Even though Lord Flynn had banned any talk about his daughter, many of the rumors were unsavory. She had definitely changed since the last time Rebecca had seen her. Lady Flynn seemed far more aware of the world around her, and compassionate to her fellow man. Whatever she had been through it had changed her, many would say for the better.
She had also managed to enlist Rebecca's help. Aiding them had been easy, but now Rebecca had to live with the knowledge that she had betrayed Lord Flynn. How was she supposed to carry the lie with her?
Part of her wished that she had been taken with them just so that she would have been able to avoid all this tension, but she never would be able to make it away from this estate. Never before had she lived anywhere else. Her entire life had revolved around servitude and she couldn't imagine doing anything else.
She hoped that when the morning sun presented itself, she would be a little happier. She simply had to remain quiet and out of sight. Nobody would pay any attention to her, for she was just a simple servant. Indeed, it was doubtful that anyone would think her capable of such a transgression, anyway.
It was a pure twist of fate that Lady Flynn had sought her help. Rebecca was the only person who bothered to see that the prisoners were properly fed, but her kindness had tangled her up in a dangerous plan. Lady Flynn had stressed to Rebecca that she would be safe, but now Rebecca wasn't sure.
She knew how Lord Flynn treated his enemies, and despite her tender nature, Rebecca had proven herself to be one by letting the prisoners escape. Declan seemed fresh-faced, and there was evidently much affection between himself and Lady Flynn. He was far from the image of an English noble though, and Rebecca found herself wondering how he had captured Lady Flynn's affection.
If anyone had told her this story, Rebecca would have accused them of lying, or been sure that the Highlander had worked some magic upon Catherine but having been in their presence it was clear that Catherine held Declan in high regard, and her heart was true.
Rebecca also thought of the other man she had helped escape, the prisoner who had been held in the dungeon for as long as she could remember. Although she had never spoken to him before she had always pitied him, for it seemed as though the man had been forgotten. If she hadn't bothered taking him food, he would likely have died a long time ago.
Often, she had heard him muttering to himself, rambling about things gone past. He seemed to have lived a tragic life, but at least now he could be free of that pain and find peace.
There was something about the way he asked her name, something about the look in his eyes when he passed her that was so vibrant, she could not stop thinking about him. In a way he had more light in his eyes than she did in hers.
Was this what her life amounted to? Was this all she was going to be, just a simple serving girl with no other ambitions?
Rebecca sighed as she turned over in bed and faced the wall. It would do no good thinking about what might happen tomorrow, for nobody could ever be sure of that. She should be happy with her lot and hope that suspicion would pass over her head.
She was sure that she would never see that man again, and she was worrying herself over nothing. All she had to do was remain quiet and do her duty like the good serving girl she was. With that, she closed her eyes and let sweet slumber overwhelm her, little knowing that the strings of fate were drawing around her, luring her into a web from which she could not escape.
The rest of the night passed without incident, and as the dawn sun rose, she awakened to the sound of her companion yawning. Rebecca opened her eyes. The things she had done almost seemed like a dream, but she had done them, nonetheless. It was only a matter of time until Lord Flynn discovered that his daughter had left the estate. Rebecca took a deep breath, then stepped out of bed and began her day.
“Are you well?” Elayne asked as she stretched her arms over her head and yawned. The golden-blonde hair of her friend shimmered as the dawn sunlight shone through the small window of their quarters.
“I am fine, although I did not have a restful sleep,” Rebecca said, rubbing her eyes.
“I thought I heard some disturbance in the night. Did you get up?”
Rebecca's cheeks flushed red. She turned her back on Elayne, making her bed. Rebecca cursed herself. She knew that she would have to get better with lying if she was to avoid any suspicion.
“I did. I thought if I got up for a walk, sleep would come easier for me when I returned.”
“Did it?” Elayne asked.
“A little.”
“I am looking forward to today. Did you hear that Lady Flynn's new husband is in the estate? I am going to try and impress her so that she will choose me to be a part of her entourage when she leaves.” Elayne stretched out her long legs and then began making her bed too. Rebecca's heart froze on her chest at the mention of Catherine. She would have to play dumb, and act as though she didn't know that Lady Flynn was no longer in the estate.
“You really wish to leave that much?”
“Of course! I hate being up here, so near the North. This part of the country is the past. We need to be looking south, towards Europe and
beyond. That is where the future lies, and that is where the prospects for a husband are best. The pickings are rather slim here.”
“Do you still hold out hope that you will find some lord to take pity on you?” Rebecca asked.
“Pity? No, I shall charm him and make him see that those of us who live in servitude make more capable wives than the nobles. I am sure that one of them will see sense, especially when I flash them my smile and remind them that in bed a woman is a woman,” she gave Rebecca a teasing smile.
Elayne had always been the bawdy sort. She was the kind of girl that caught men's attention, and was often on the receiving end of many gifts. She was a spirited girl, and always ready with a laugh. She had a way about her that was completely alien to Rebecca, who saw herself as being rather plain.
Elayne could well think that she could turn the head of a noble, and she may well have been right, but that was only because she had been blessed by the angels with such beauty. Rebecca would never have had such hope, for she was entirely ordinary, with freckles over her face and mousy brown hair that came to her shoulders. Her figure was slim, and she had not developed as other girls had, certainly not as Elayne, who resembled an hourglass.
“I am sure you will make a fine wife someday, but I believe it is beyond my ambitions to look for a husband with such a high social standing. I would be happy to find a good man with a kind heart who will take care of me. It is not the size of the house that matters to me, but what a man has in his heart,” Rebecca said.
“Believe me, there's only one size that matters,” Elayne said, her lips curling into a teasing smile. Rebecca blushed again. It was well-known that Elayne was experienced with men, but Rebecca had not yet lost her virtue. Whenever the subject was brought up, it caused Rebecca no end of discomfort and she often had to stammer her way out of conversations.
“I should be happy staying here. I am used to this place and the land around us. I do not think I would like to get used to new surroundings,” Rebecca said, although if Catherine had remained here and taken her away from this place she would not have minded too much, except for the fact that the prisoner would surely have died, as nobody else would have bothered to tend to his needs.
Still, all that was moot since Catherine wasn't here. Rebecca didn't have the heart to tell Elayne that she would never leave this place.
“You'd think differently if you were like me. I have to make a good match for the sake of my family. Our lands were stolen out from under us, and I must see that I get back to a good standing and hope that any son I have will be able to reclaim our lands,” Elayne said.
Rebecca remained quiet. All the talk of war and revenge made her uneasy. Elayne had told her the story of how her family had lost its lands many times before. There had been a dispute and Elayne's father, who had been the rightful holder of the land, became embroiled in a war with a rival.
It seemed to Rebecca that the claim on a land did not matter much if the enemy had a stronger force. Elayne was just a baby when their parents were driven out. Deprived of their wealth, with their army shattered and broken, no allies would turn to their air. Elayne's father had died of illness, and her mother went into servitude. She found a job here, and Elayne continued working as a maid as her life continued.
It had been a dramatic beginning to a life, and Elayne seemed like the type of person that was born for adventure, unlike Rebecca, whose upbringing had been distinctly average. Her mother and father had been kind, good people. When Rebecca was old enough, she left to find work, and that had led her to the Flynn estate.
Unlike Elayne, she had no ambitions for her life. She simply wanted to do a good job, find a good husband, and raise a good family. She had only been on the periphery of an adventure, playing a supporting role in Catherine's plan, and it left her feeling frantic. She couldn't imagine what it would be like for her entire life to be this way.
“You should try to leave with Lady Flynn as well, then the two of us can be together. It would be such fun!” Elayne exclaimed.
“We shall see. I am sure Lady Flynn has her favorites,” Rebecca said, trying to remain neutral. Deep down she knew that Elayne's hopes would be dashed.
A few moments later, Rebecca and Elayne left their chambers and went to the kitchen to get their breakfast.
The huge kitchen was a hub of activity. People were bringing in bread and meat that had been delivered. The kitchen staff were yelling loudly, as they were always wont to do. Plates clattered, and pots boiled. Steam hung in the air. A cat squealed as it was shooed out of the kitchen.
Rebecca smiled at some of her colleagues as she stood in line, waiting to get her porridge. She took a bowl and a spoon, then ladled a couple of heaps of porridge into her bowl. It was bland and tasteless, but warm, and eating it helped to quell the nauseous feeling in her stomach.
She sat down at a table and bent over, eating her porridge. As she did so, her eyes darted towards the door, afraid that guards would storm in at any moment and confront her about her role in Lady Flynn's disappearance. Her body trembled, and she had to force her hand to stop shaking as she brought it to her mouth.
She kept telling herself that all she had to do was get through this one day and everything would be alright, because if she got through one day then she could get through another. However, it was difficult to be with the other servants, harboring a secret from them. Rebecca had always been told that it was a sin to lie, and she was afraid that she would invite the wrath of the Lord upon herself.
She scraped the last bits of porridge from her bowl and took it to the sink, where there were a number of people washing. They looked strained and tired.
“What are you standing around for?!” a voice boomed at her. Rebecca stood rigid as Ellen thundered toward her. The woman was as broad as a bull and as stout as a dwarf. Her voice only had one volume; a bellow. She thrust a thick finger into Rebecca's face.
“I-I'm sorry Ellen, I have just finished breakfast.”
“Well, if you've finished breakfast then you can get to work can't you,” she sneered, looking at Rebecca with her beady eyes.
“Yes ma'am,” Rebecca said, bowing her head. Ellen was the master of the kitchen and held great sway over the servants. In this arena her word was as powerful as that of Lord Flynn's, and she knew it. Everyone feared her, as much as they feared the nobility. Rebecca quickly skedaddled away and left the kitchens, walking by herself for a little while.
The more time she spent by herself the safer she would be, she assumed. Rebecca was always a dutiful girl. She'd noted that some people always liked to slack off, but she had never shown such laziness. In all areas of her life she was an exemplary worker, except for the fact she had helped prisoners escape. She dearly hoped that that mistake would not cost her.
Rebecca looked across the courtyard to see the cat bouncing around, searching for some food. Rebecca walked past a cart and picked up a little bit of meat, then walked up to the cat and tossed the meat on the ground. The cat mewed happily as it tore at the meat, and then looked up at Rebecca with wide eyes, begging for more.
“Sorry cat, but I don't have anything else. I'm sure someone else will throw you a scrap or two,” she said, shrugging, then walked away.
The duties she performed were often the same. The army of servants that Lord Flynn employed were enough to tend to the house and the gardens. There were different divisions for different areas. Some, like Elayne, mostly worked in the house. Rebecca occasionally had some tasks in the house, but usually she was working in the kitchens, bringing food to the gardeners and stable boys. This suited her well, as she felt out of place in such opulent surroundings.
The humble servant gazed at the gardens and saw the gardeners tending to the flowers. She paused for a moment, gazing at them with envy. She had tried in vain to work in the gardens, but it was a prestigious position, and nobody had liked her enough to give her the opportunity.
Sighing as she looked at her hands, Rebecca noted the calloused fing
ertips and the rough skin. She was about the furthest thing from a noble that anyone could be, but she longed to feel the softness of the petals and tend to the warm soil rather than scrub and clean hallways and floors.
Suddenly, Rebecca was filled with the fear of Ellen rebuking her for being lazy, so she scurried away to get busy.
Mostly, the servants knew what to do and when to do it. The work was routine, and there was plenty of it. If something looked dirty, you cleaned it, if an animal needed feeding, you fed it. There were no strict orders, but if anything was of immediate importance, Ellen or one of the other masters would soon fetch a few servants and tell them what they had to do.
Rebecca went to the well and fished out a pail of water. She picked up a cloth, and then went to the washroom to add soap to the water, mixing it until it became sudsy. Then, she went outside and began to polish the lower windows. Later on, she would look for a ladder, but for the moment this work was routine and mundane enough for her to lose herself in it.