Longbourn: Dragon Entail: A Pride and Prejudice Variation (Jane Austen's Dragons Book 2)

by Maria Grace

  The study door stood open. How odd, that used to leave her feeling warm and welcome.

  Papa waved her in. “Shut the door behind you.”

  He stood in front of the fireplace, hands clasped behind his back. His shoulders were hunched and his posture uneven. The cold must have settled into his joints, considering the two nearly empty cups of willow bark tea on the small table near his chair.

  She minced inside and stood beside his favorite chair. “Yes, Papa?”

  He stared at the fire. “It has been a most interesting evening. I have not yet been to bed.”

  She gulped. “Shall I call the apothecary for you?”

  “Perhaps later, but that is not the reason for my sleeplessness. I had a visitor last night.”

  “Longbourn?” She covered her mouth with her hands, knees melting. Somehow she made it into the chair next to his.

  “He demanded an audience in the cellar. It was fortuitous that Hill was kept occupied by her much-recovered Friend.”

  Something about the way he said the word. “You do not believe Rumblkins was genuinely hurt? I saw the bruises myself—”

  “You know tatzelwurms are not known for being reliable. That he was bruised, I am sure. That it was as serious as he suggests, I highly doubt.”

  She clenched her jaws. It would not do to argue with him right now.

  “The tale Rumblkins told made quite an impression upon Longbourn, though. Quite an impression.” He turned and glared, eyes so much like Longbourn’s she shrank back.

  Had the wyvern taught him to breathe poison as well?

  “I did not take Rumblkins or any of the others to see Longbourn. He came upon us in the woods whilst I was telling all of them to allow me to handle matters myself.” She clutched fistfuls of her skirt so tightly it might tear.

  “So that was what you were telling them.” He lifted a hand for silence and paced slowly. “You do realize what you orchestrated amounted to a Keep Conclave, without the senior Keeper, do you not?”

  “I orchestrated nothing! It was a chance meeting in the woods, not a Conclave of any flavor.” She rose, gripping the back of the chair for support.

  “That was hardly Longbourn’s opinion. Ironically, he rather approved of it all, seeing it as you moving into your role as Keeper and Mistress of the estate. The complaints had quite the impact on him.” He snorted and rolled his eyes.

  She pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled a slow, measured breath. “I spoke with him at length and was certain I had calmed him down.”

  “Hardly. He paced the cellar half the night, demanding that I bring Collins down to meet him immediately.”

  She screwed her eyes shut.

  Shuffling footfalls. Harsh, raspy breaths. His presence loomed near. “You did not demand it of him? That was his claim, you know. Longbourn said you were inconsolable at Collins’ attitudes toward dragons, that you would not have him whilst he remained unaware of them.”

  “Longbourn is selfish, manipulative, and controlling, entirely insensitive to the feelings and rights of others, and apparently a liar as well.” She dragged her hand down her face. “Despite Mr. Collins directly expressing his distaste for all things dragon related, at no time did I say nor did I imply Mr. Collins should be forcibly initiated. I begged the little ones not to bother Longbourn with their most understandable dread of Mr. Collins—which is a matter that we yet must discuss. They chose to take their grievance to the Laird of their Keep, as is their right as per to the Accords.”

  “Do you have any idea what would happen if dragons were revealed to Collins in a single moment?”

  “I insisted to Longbourn that it not be done. If the shock did not kill the man, then there is every reason to expect he would go far and wide with his discovery—which would be far worse than him simply dropping over dead of apoplexy.” She spun on her heel and stormed toward the windows. “Longbourn is far too accustomed to getting his own way and is willing to do whatever is necessary to make it happen.”

  “It is his right as territorial dragon.”

  She raised her foot to stomp—no that would not help matters—and set it down gently. “No, it is not. We are not slave to him because of his strength any more than our Dragon Friends are slaves to us.”

  “A Keeper’s task is to serve a dragon’s needs.”

  “His needs, not his wants and whims. They are not the same thing.” She leaned against the window frame and pressed her forehead to the glass. “Do you know what Mr. Collins said to me? He told me April belongs locked in her cage, like an animal in a circus. He wants to see her banished from company and denied her freedom. She is terrified of what he might try to do to her, and honestly I do not blame her. He all but forbade me from telling stories to the Gardiner children. He accused me of polluting their young minds with nonsense!”

  “Perhaps he has a point on both counts.”

  She stiffened, blood draining from her face. “You must be joking!”

  “April has far too much freedom, more than any other fairy dragon I have known. It would be far safer for her to stay out of sight.”

  How satisfying it would be to turn a draconic glare on him. But it would probably work against her. Best just stare out the window. “She will not tolerate such terms.”

  “Then she is free to make other choices.”

  “You would turn her out?”

  “I never said such a thing, only that if she does not like Longbourn, she has other choices.”

  “And what of Mr. Collins’ attack on Rumblkins?”

  “That was an unfortunate accident.”

  “That is not what I was told.” She turned, slowly, deliberately, fists clenched.

  “You provoked Collins to anger. He was merely taking it out on what he considered a dumb animal.” He shrugged; his expression so mild it had to be an affectation.

  “What other kind of stupid creature do you think he will take his anger out on next? Perhaps the children—he considers them stupid, I am sure—what might he do if he finds them playing at dragons again?”

  “You have filled their heads with too many stories.”

  “Those stories are the best way to teach them of the legacy they have inherited. It is how you taught me.”

  He rubbed his palms together before his chest. “All in good time. You cannot teach them everything at once. In any case, their parents should take over the task. It is time for them to return home, to London. I shall make mention of that immediately.”

  “You are sending them away? You cannot be serious.” She staggered back against the window frame. “You cannot put out your family!”

  Heavens above, he probably would not hesitate in making any of the minor dragons homeless either. What kind of man had he become?

  “I have more significant concerns right now. He needs to manage his family, and I need to manage mine.”

  “You mean you need to manage me.”

  He raked his hair. “We cannot have Longbourn becoming so agitated. It is dangerous to everyone. Who knows what kind of rash behavior he might commit? I calmed him down and assured him that Collins would be dealt with, but I cannot be certain the next time will be so easy. It is your responsibility to keep both of them, Collins and Longbourn, content and away from one another until such time as we can devise a gentle means of introduction.”

  One. Two. Three. She gritted her teeth and walked toward a chair. Four. Five. Six. Seven. One hand on the arm of the wingback, she sat down with all the grace and elegance Mama had taught her. Eight. Nine. Ten. Much better. “I have given that some thought. If the Order could assist us in finding a willing parrot-like cockatrix—”

  “That will not work. Another dragon is only going to further agitate Longbourn. You know he barely tolerates the minor dragons of the Keep. Pemberley almost drove him to distraction.”

  Pemberley. Her eyes burned and she blinked furiously. Her dear, sweet baby. Of course such a creature would have driven Longbourn mad. And according to Papa, it wa
s entirely Pemberley’s fault. Sometimes he was just as bad as Mr. Darcy.

  “You are up to the task. I know you are. Yes, it is unpleasant, but that is the nature of life. We will find a way to make it tolerable for you. I promise you that.” He patted her shoulder.

  “Have you given any thought as to how that may be accomplished?”

  “I will find a way, Lizzy. Trust me. Go now and have some breakfast. I am sure the Gardiners will be in need of your help with packing.”

  She curtsied and ran from the room. If he thought his promises were meaningful, he was sorely mistaken.

  In the morning room, Mr. Collins sat between Mama and Mary, prattling on about some point no one could be interested in. Still Mary nodded, smiling as though she cared, and poured him a fresh cup of tea.

  How could she be so easy, waiting on him?

  Elizabeth sat beside Jane, a knot settling into her stomach. Was that what her life was to become: placating Mr. Collins with tea and genteel conversation at meals and appeasing Longbourn with oils for his itchy hide and mutton for his empty belly?

  Mama laughed at Mr. Collins’ remark. In truth that was very close to what Mama did daily, satisfying Papa’s demands for comfort and solitude. Granted, she did not manage Longbourn, but she did see to all the minor dragons’ needs, under the guise of tending the family pets.

  Heavens! Perhaps Papa was right: their demands were normal and reasonable, but she really was being selfish and headstrong.

  That thought was enough to ruin whatever appetite she might have had left.

  A quarter of an hour later, Papa’s study door slammed and heavy footfalls tromped up the stairs, the final punctuation of his conversation with Uncle Gardiner, no doubt.

  At least it was a good excuse to leave the morning room.

  She hurried upstairs behind him and tapped at the Gardiners’ door.

  “Come in, Lizzy.” Aunt closed the door behind her.

  “I trust you are aware of what has just transpired.” Uncle tapped his large boot in an angry staccato beat. “Your father has always been a staunch traditionalist when it comes to dragon matters. He was taught by his grandfather, another Historian, who opposed every single change that came to the Order. I am not surprised by his demand.”

  “Pray let me help you prepare. Perhaps I might take the children for a walk, tell them one more story before you leave?”

  “Only if you are well away from Collins.” Uncle glanced up at Aunt who laid her hand on his shoulder.

  Elizabeth covered her eyes with her hand. “I am so sorry.”

  Uncle took her by the shoulders. “Look at me, Lizzy. You are not responsible for either man’s behavior—or for any of the dragons’ for that matter. No matter what they might do, nothing will ever change our affection for you. Pray tell me you understand that.”

  She swallowed hard and nodded.

  “Very good then.” He kissed her forehead.

  “If you will take the children for us, we will prepare to take our leave.” Aunt slipped her arm around Elizabeth’s shoulder. “Perhaps you might take them to Hill’s office to visit Rumblkins. Mr. Collins is very unlikely to find you there.”

  After a quick consultation with Hill, Elizabeth did just that. The children gathered around Rumblkins’ basket and nibbled on buttered hot rolls, while Hill looked on in grandmotherly contentment from her rocking chair. The children adored the purry tatzelwurm, and Hill approved of anyone who esteemed her Friend.

  Elizabeth settled on a stool beside the basket and stroked Rumblkins’ silky ears. “Of course cats cannot speak.” She glanced at the children, eyebrows raised.

  “No, of course they cannot.” Anna giggled, sending a wave of titters through her brothers.

  “But if they could, just pretending of course, what do you think this one might say?” Elizabeth tapped Rumblkins’ nose. Now was not the time for him to be a cheeky little fellow.

  He lifted his head, turned toward the children and mrowed. “I would say that I am very content here.”

  “He likes Longbourn very much, I think.” Samuel glanced shyly at Elizabeth.

  She nodded at him, smiling.

  “I think he likes his basket,” Anna added.

  “I do, and I like dried fish even more.” Rumblkins licked his thumbed paw and ran it over his face.

  Joshua rose and walked around the little group, hands clasped behind his back. He looked so serious and so like his father when he did that. He was destined to become a solicitor. “Rumblkins has grown fat since we have come. I think he would say he likes dried cod a great deal, and Mrs. Hill is very liberal with it.”

  Hill laughed heartily. “Well, he has earned it. I have never seen a creature so adept at catching rats. I have hardly had a loaf of bread nibbled since he came to stay.”

  Daniel leaned forward and scratched Rumblkins’ chin. “He is very proud of himself, I think.”

  “I am indeed.” He rubbed his cheek against Daniel’s hand. “I may not be a large dragon who can fly and spew poison, but I can do some things very well, indeed. I am proud to earn my place in the Keep.”

  Elizabeth pressed her lips tight. It might be a matter of debate within the Order whether minor dragons had to earn a place in a Keep. She had her own opinions on the matter.

  The children continued their game of speaking for the dragon. Rumblkins played his part as well, even as the children’s “translations” became increasingly outlandish. Who knew a tatzelwurm could make sounds so much like a laugh?

  Fun though it was, the little game had a purpose. What better way to help train the children to cover any slips they might make if they discussed their Dragon Friends when non-Hearers were present? Papa and Collins might not approve, but it was a final instruction she could give them before they departed.

  Aunt came to gather the children, letting them know that they would be returning to London immediately.

  Anna grabbed her mother’s hand. “Will Phoenix come with us?”

  “Yes, of course, my dear. He is part of the family. He will ride in the carriage with us.”

  Anna dashed to Elizabeth. “Will you come too?”

  “I am afraid not. I am needed here. Maybe someday, though.”

  Samuel and Joshua grabbed Aunt’s hands. “Can she come to visit, please?”

  Elizabeth crouched down in front of them and took their hands. “I fear it may be quite some time before I am no longer needed about Longbourn.”

  She swallowed back a painful lump in her throat. First Darcy had torn her from Pemberley, and now Papa was taking the children away. Who would be next? April? She dragged the back of her hand over her eyes.

  “But when you are able, you are always welcome in Cheapside.” Aunt slid her arms over the boys’ shoulders. “Now it is time for us to go. Come along. Lizzy will help you into the carriage.”

  Taking Anna and Daniel by the hands, Elizabeth trudged outside. Mama and her sisters were already there waiting to say goodbye. Papa was not.

  Given Uncle’s expression, it was probably just as well.

  Elizabeth handed the children into the carriage. Phoenix waved at her from the nesting basket of his dainty little cage. The cage door was unlocked—as it should be.

  Mary came alongside her as they waved goodbye, until the coach disappeared around a bend in the road. Rustle flew circles over the carriage, cawing farewells that trailed away on the wind.

  Heather flitted to Elizabeth’s shoulder. “Why is Phoenix going? Why are the children going? I do not want them to leave. Everyone is so upset! I do not understand.”

  Elizabeth leaned her cheek against Heather’s fluffy pink feather-scales. “Neither do I.”

  “Shall we take a walk? Jane will be having tea at Netherfield today, so Mama and Lydia will be much engaged in her toilette. We shall not be missed.”

  Elizabeth shrugged and looked over her shoulder.

  “Oh, Lizzy.” Mary patted her arm. “Mr. Collins went to call upon the vicar. He will not be
available to join us.”

  “In that case, a walk sounds like a pleasant idea.”

  They turned toward the wilderness alongside the house. How forlorn it looked this time of year, all bare, and brown and crunchy.

  “I suppose Rustle told you what happened and why the Gardiners have left so suddenly?” Elizabeth could still make him out on the horizon, a black speck, circling low.

  “That is the advantage of having several dragons in the house now. I am much better informed than I have ever been.” Mary chuckled and shrugged.

  “There are fewer secrets kept with dragons than with servants. More than one aristocratic household has learned that the hard way.” Elizabeth tapped Heather’s beak with a fingertip. “So take heed, little one, and do not be a carrier of tales. It is not a welcome trait.”

  Heather sneezed, and all her feather scales pouffed, turning her into a little pink dandelion.

  Mary glanced at Heather. “What a silly little thing you are. Do you remember what you wanted to tell Elizabeth?”

  Heather sniffed and sneezed again. “You had best tell her.”

  Mary huffed a little. “I am not sure what you have heard, but Mr. Collins was quite remorseful over what happened with Rumblkins.”

  Elizabeth turned aside and rolled her eyes. “I was under the impression he had little concern for dumb creatures.”

  “I am sure he said such a thing to Hill. But, that is hardly surprising when she came after him with a rolling pin.”

  Heather squeaked a little laugh.

  “It was rather like a scene from a pantomime, all told. I think Lydia enjoyed it a great deal, Mama not so much though.”

  “I can well imagine. I am sure that scene won Mrs. Hill no favors with Mr. Collins.”

  “No indeed, but I think I was able to calm him.” Mary kicked a pile of leaves that crunched and skittered against her skirts.

  “How did you manage such a thing?”

  “I merely suggested to him that Mrs. Hill found Rumblkins excessively useful to her. She feared losing that aid in ridding the house of vermin. Her response was understandable especially considering Mr. Collins shares her dread of rats.”