masked rider

Thick clouds of summer evening mists settle over the hills, all appeared still and quiet as the moon rose higher into the sky, suddenly from the darkness arose the thundering of hooves breaking the stillness of the night as the horse rose from the mists with a ghostly figure sat upon him. Through the swirls of mists he rides never stopping or tiring as his cloak unfurls behind him and clouds of mists part before him. Onward he goes, ever searching for his goal and full of determination to reach it as he rides over hills and through valleys, in his seemingly endless night pursuit. He enters a forest so dark and twisted that any other man would have slowed, but he drove the horse on, never did it stumble or falter as it wound its way through trees which stretch out there branches as if waiting to ensnare all who dare enter.

Chapter 1.

Rose lay sleeping, her golden hair bathed in the moonlight, as it entered through the fluttering drapes, gently fluttering in the refreshing evenings breeze. As she quietly slept, the moon rose higher into the sky and her companions the stars joined her one by one as the mists below thickened. “Rose.” her name was called softly upon the breeze. She began to stir form her slumber, and as her eyes began to slowly open she heard her name being called again. At the sound of a strange man’s voice calling her name she quickly bolted upright in bed and searched the room with her eyes clutching the cover close to her. “Rose.” She heard the voice call her again, now certain the voice came from outside she took her robe from where it hung and wrapped it around her, taking a deep breath in she timidly approached the window not quite sure what to expect. At first she saw nothing only the grey clouds of the mists and distant silhouettes of trees and animals grazing in the fields. Then from out of the mists a shadowy figure upon a horse could be seen, at first she though it was a ghost or she was dreaming but as she watched, the horse reared and she could hear the hooves pound against the ground as it paced impatiently. “Rose, come to me.” he uttered. Rose grew fearful and hid from view of the window, by flattening herself upon the wall next to it. She watched him hardly daring to breath or move, in one masterful move and flurrying of his cloak he dismounted and approached the house and placed something on the ground, “I shall return.” He said as he mounted the horse with the same tact he had dismounted and the disappeared into the darkness.

Rose stood almost breathless for a while, not quite sure what should she scream, she should at least say something to someone, or do something but she stopped herself, curious as to what the stranger had left and realizing he had gone, she clutched her robe tightly round her and then left the house making sure she didn’t disturb anyone as she went. Her bare feet felt the cold stone beneath them as she walked down the steps and on the damp grass. A slight breeze blew coldly as she approached the spot where she had seen him leave it. She pulled her robe closer to her for warmth and for security as she now almost ran. At first she didn’t see the gift he had left, in fact Rose almost stood on it, before she realized what it was, she picked the single black Rose up from where he had laid it for her. Fearing his return and what would be said if she was found out in the middle of the night she quickly ran back to her bedroom, hoping that nobody had noticed her brief departure.

Chapter 2.

Rose awoke the following morning, her memories of that night somewhat hazy and at first she presumed she had dreamt it all, but the black Rose that was sat upon her dresser top confirmed that she had not. Frightened that someone

might see it she quickly hid it in her draw under her clothes unsure of what to do about it. She looked out of the window

to see if any sign of her strange visitor could be seen, but even the ground where the horse had stood appeared undisturbed. Though she tried to put what had happened to the back of her mind, she found herself often looking out of the window in the direction she had seen him and wondering who he was and where he had come from. After supper she sat by the window keeping a look out to see if he’d returned. Careful to keep the drapes only slightly open so he

Wouldn’t see her. Rose soon grew sleepy, and though she struggled for a while trying to keep her eyes open she soon gave up on the idea that he was going to return and drifted off to sleep, in her seat by the window, as dreams of his ghostly figure upon his black stallion filled her head as she slept. His voice that carried upon the wind to her as he called her sweetly down, still dreaming as her name was called from the darkness outside, “Rose.” he called, the same voice that had kissed the air and filled her with anticipation and a desire to go. “Rose.” He called again, this time she realized that it wasn’t a dream and awoke from her slumber and not disturbing the drapes she peered out into the night, watching him, as the horse paced backward and forward, it’s breath could be seen upon the air as it froze with the chill of the night air. Drawn by the mysterious figure and horse she leaned as close to the window as she dared, “Rose.” He called her name again, she held her breath as she stood from her chair, her feet carried with the sound of his voice and the excitement and anticipation, she quietly snuck down the hallway and down the stairs, and out into the open air of the night.

Peering around the side of the house to take a closer look she held her breath, and the quickly breathed a sigh of relief as he appeared to have gone and then was filled with disappointment as she wanted a closer look, she turned back around to renter the house, he was stood behind her leading his horse by the reins, she nearly screamed in fright, “Forgive me, My-Lady.” He bowed low as he spoke. Rose caught her breath and stood still, a part of her curious as to whom her visitor was and the other part of her wanted to run screaming back into the house, as he clearly wore a mask to disguise himself. “Who are you?” Rose eventually asked, after she realized that if he had wanted to he could have picked her up and run off with her, and for some reason he hadn’t. “My name is of no importance.” He replied quickly.

            “If that was the case, you clearly wouldn’t need the mask.” Rose pointed out, he didn’t reply. “Where is it that you have come to acquire mine.”

            “So many speak of your beauty, My-Lady.”  He answered sure of himself, though Rose was to clever for that kind of flattery she enjoyed the attention.

            “Is that so.” She replied growing in confidence, “Is that the only reason for your visit or is there a more pressing matter. As you may be aware the hour is rather late.” “He took hold of Rose’s hand and she quickly withdrew it, “I promise I will not harm you.” He gently spoke, and then swept Rose of her feet and placed her on his horse and he mounted behind her, before she had a chance to speak. “We shall go for a ride.” He told her as the horse galloped off.

Rose was filled with a rush of excitement and fear, as she felt the rush of night air against her face, she almost felt as though she was soaring through the night sky upon the wind. Rose felt his warm breath against her neck and a sudden fear crept over her, feeling her tense up he gently spoke to her, “Do not fear me Rose, I will not harm you.” His words gently caressed the air around her and touched her senses as his breath against her neck sent a tingle of excitement down her spine and she had to resist the urge to lean back into his arms. “You must be cold.”  He gently pulled his cloak around her as well moving her closer to his chest, Rose could feel his body close to hers and the warmth from him felt so enticing she could lay back and let him hold her in his arms, and then she reminded herself of where she was.  They approached a steep gully and he wrapped his arm around her  to steady her as the rode downward and into the small

stream below. “Where are you taking me?” Rose eventually plucked up the courage to asked and looked back at his face and saw a sadness creep over him, “For a ride.” he replied in a quieter tone. He gently pulled the reins and the horse obediently stopped. “You wish to return?” Rose wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but she was almost taken by surprise when he offered to return her. “What is it that you wish from me?” Rose asked not sure if she wanted an

answer or not.

            “Only that you come for a ride with me.” He smiled, with somewhat of a cheekiness to it. “I will not harm you.” He reassured Rose again. He dismounted from the horse and led it to the shelter of a small group of trees. “Then why the mask?” Rose asked, as he helped her down from the horse. “All will become clear, but first I would like to know you a bit more first.” He explained to her, as he took a cloak from around him and placed it around her shoulders, “This will keep you warm.” He told her and then dragged blanket that was rolled up behind the saddle out and laid it on the ground. “Sit.” He told her as he showed her the blanket, and she sat down upon the blanket, still unsure as what to expect next. “I’m afraid, I don’t have any elaborate picnic, but I do have a couple of apples,” He took one out of the leather bag, “And…” The horse quickly snatched it from his hand, Rose giggled, “Dante.” He told the horse off, half-heartedly and then patted him on the flank. “I’m fine thank you.” Rose told him, now somewhat relaxed in his company, she managed a smile. “You have a beautiful horse.” Rose said.

            “We’ve been together for while, it’s just me and him.” He told her.

            “You do this often?” Rose asked, still a little suspicious of his motives.

            “Only with the most beautiful of ladies.” He lied and made it obvious, “Well actually, no.” He quickly told the truth, “It’s just usually me a Dante, we have some good adventures though.” Rose’s interest sparked up when he spoke of adventures and he could see that. He smiled back at Rose, and then sat next to her, telling her stories of riding through the night, no rules and no one to tell you what to do, just going where the wind would take him. Rose liked the sound of that, all she did was what other people expected of her, endless parties and afternoon tea, she realized that he might have been playing with the truth but she enjoyed listening to the stories. Eventually he became aware of the time, “I must take you back.” He told her as he got up to his feet. “You will be missed.” He took her by the hand and helped her to her feet.

Chapter 3.

Rose awoke the following morning, not sure of how she got back or if it was a dream. It wasn’t until later that day she became clear as to what had happened she went for a ride to clear her head, but thoughts of the night returned and the excitement of being with him. Shaking these thoughts from herself realizing that it was nothing more than a thought or an idea, she hardly knew if at all and she didn’t want herself to get carried away by the excitement of there night time meeting. That night she lay in bed hoping to hear his voice again, a couple of weeks past and he had not return Rose began to think that he would never return, that he had realized that she had, other duties to fill and that maybe all she was supposed to have had with him was that one night. Rose fell asleep wishing that she had never realised how empty her life was and how planned out from her birth.  She sat in the conservatory staring through the glass windows into empty space, so distant in her thoughts she was unaware her mother had walked in and sat opposite her. “So who is the lucky man?” Her mother enquired noticing the change in Rose’s behavior and mood the past weeks. She turned surprised to see her mother sat there. “There is no man mother, I can assure you of that.” Rose replied.

            “That’s exactly what I said to your grandmother when she asked me the same question, but the truth of it was, well…” She paused and looked knowingly at her daughter. “Do you remember that story your grandfather used to tell you?” Rose could barely remember her grandfather she only had a vague recollection of him telling her to get to bed

and go straight to sleep or the Harrington family ghost would steal her away into the night. “I’m afraid not mother.” She replied, seeing a connection between that story and her visitor. “Your great grandfather Carrington, had a duel with a Lord Rutledge over your great grandmother, I’m sure you can imagine the scandal.”

            “I’m sure, I can.” Rose replied.

            “Your Great-Great Grandfather was that keen a shot he killed him, and apparently his ghost swore vengeance

and would return seeking the hearts of the Harrington Ladies until one would return with him, upon his white majestic steed flashing your Great-Great grandfather sword and….”

            “White?” Rose interrupted her mother’s reminiscing.

            “I see he’s changed his horse again, when my mother told me it was chestnut and perhaps he wasn’t quite so tall.” Rose gave her mother a warning look, before she went into too much detail, “I saw him more as a guardian angel on horse back than a man seeking vengeance he made me realise how much I love your father and after we where married he never returned.” She sounded rather disappointed when she spoke. “He will watch over you.” She reassured Rose, “This will stop between me and you, I’m sure your father would be liable to start firing pistols at him should he find out.” Rose giggled and so did her mother. “And we wouldn’t want him shooting our family ghost now.” Her mother smiled knowingly, “I think a pot of tea is called for.” She remarked.

Rose was awaken by the sound of an approaching horse, thinking she had been dreaming she rolled over trying to forget the noise she had heard and the hope that it brought to her heart. “Rose.” She heard him call her name, knowing that she should ignore him and resist temptation she hid under the blankets, “Rose.” He called her name, her heart skipped a beat and she flew to the window. His dark silhouette in the blackness of the night. She waved and smiled and then dashed quietly downstairs, filled with an exhilarated excitement. Knowing that it was better to keep a man guessing, she quickly calmed herself and walked over to meet him. “I thought perhaps, you might not be returning.” she said calmly. He reached down and pulled Rose on his horse in front of him, “Why would I not?” He asked not really expecting an answer. “Where do you wish to go?” He asked Rose, quickly changing the subject.

            “You decide.” Rose replied hurriedly, just wanting to leave the house and forget that life she was supposed to lead even if briefly.

            “As you wish My-Lady.” He replied, gently kicking the horse into a gallop and off they rode in to the darkness.

As they rode off into the darkness his arm around Rose, she lent back into his chest she closed her eyes picturing herself flying across the countryside as the wind blew into her face. She noticed his hand, gently touch her thigh as he steadied her upon the horse as they plunged down into a steep gully and followed the stream until they approached a small wooded area. He swiftly dismounted and led the horse to a gap in the trees where he helped Rose dismount, “I hope you like strawberries.” He commented, Rose smiled and nodded taking a brief look around to see if she recognised the area. “Do you wish to go somewhere else?” He asked eager to please.

            “No, it’s perfect.” She replied. “It’s just that I never realised this place existed.”

He laid a blanket down and placed some strawberries in a bowl and placed it on the blanket and then out of his satchel he pulled out a couple of wine glasses and a bottle of wine. Rose didn’t enquire she rather not have known where they had come from, “A friend owed me a favour.” He explained as he handed a glass to Rose, after he popped the cork he poured Rose and himself out a glass and sat next to her. Rose tasted the wine, and she was pleasantly surprised at how good it was. “Do you like the wine?” He asked.

            “Yes I do, thank you.” Rose went quiet for a moment, “You have gone to a lot of trouble, what if I had not wanted to come?” She asked.

            “Why would you not have?” He replied confidently, he picked a strawberry from the bowl, and gently fed Rose it. “There rather good, or I thought so while I was picking them.” Rose had to stop herself giggling with a mouth full sweet tasting strawberry. He finished the strawberry and tossed away the stalk, as he moved a little closer. “So what

have you been doing?” He asked Rose.

            “The usual, tea parties, gossiping and looking beautiful.” Rose said casually as his hand had somehow appeared on her thigh and his fingers gently touched the inside of her leg as he leaned closer, holding a strawberry by

the stalk he dipped it into the wine and then placed it in Rose’s mouth and silently watched her eat it. “Your so beautiful.”

He told her softly as he leaned forward for a kiss, she gently popped a strawberry in his mouth. “Is that so?” Rose asked knowing the answer. “I wouldn’t say it if it was not.” He replied after he’d eaten the strawberry and picked another from the bowl, he placed the tip of it against her lips and as she opened her mouth to eat it, he quickly kissed her, Rose found herself returning the kiss and she stopped almost breathless. “We shouldn’t.” she whispered to him.

            “Who is here to tell us, what we should and shouldn’t be doing?” He pointed out, as his hand gently rubbed in between her legs she drew in breath, with surprise and pleasure and he placed his lips upon her neck gently coaxing Rose to lay back on the blanket as he leaned over her gently stroking her golden hair. “Another strawberry.” He spoke softly as he took one from the bowl and holding the stalk he ran the tip over the length of her body and then gently touched her lips and then ate the strawberry, as Rose silently watching as he did this, the part of her that had wanted him to stop had given up the loosing battle against the part of her that wanted him. His hand slowly untied the lace to her corset as he watched Rose’s chest rise and fall with every breath filled with anticipation. The wine trickled from the glass upon her breast’s and belly, as she closed her eyes she felt his mouth upon her breast as his tongue teased her nipple as he tasted the wine upon her tender skin, slowly he worked his way down sliding the clothes from her body as Rose clutched his hair holding him closer to her, enjoying the gentle touch of his tongue against her body as he slowly worked his way downward. 

Chapter 4.

During the next few days Rose was filled with excitement and anticipation, awaiting the next visit from her mysterious suitor. She was sat out on the lawn reading, the spring flowers in full bloom, the birds singing as they fed there young, and the bright sun warming her skin as the cool breeze gently blew through her hair forcing her to flick it behind her so she wasn’t distracted from the words upon the page. Her mind again wondered back to him and she closed the book, and watched the birds twittering in the trees as they darted from branch to branch, as she remembered the wind blowing through her hair as they rode through the night, his tender touch as he brushed her cheeks with his finger tips and his warm moist lips as he kissed her neck, even though no one was watching she blushed slightly.

She returned indoors to find a guest with her mother, she recognised who it was instantly even though she had not seen him for some time, “Good afternoon Robert.” She said politely Roberts thick dark hair and brown eyes, had not changed since Rose had lived in the city. She often played with his younger brother Andrew, when she was a child and the thought of him paying a visit with Robert would have been lovely, as long as Robert staid his distance, she had all ways found him rather arrogant and somewhat spoilt as she remembered some of the horrible things he would ay even when he was young. He looked upon her in same disdainful manor he looked upon everyone else, but Rose had often thought there was more to this than being spoilt and just arrogant and when he looked at her entering the room she wanted to leave straight. “Sit down dear, I’m afraid Robert has some rather bad news.” He mother said as she poured another cup of tea for Rose, before she had, had the chance to say anything else. “I have nothing but the deepest sympathy, for both you and Andrew for the loss of your father.” Rose commented.

            “I sure Andrew would appreciate your concern if he was to be found.” Robert commented.

            “Andrew is missing.” Rose said surprised and concerned for her childhood friend.

            “Just shortly after my fathers death.” Robert continued. Rose sat down and poured him a cup of tea from the teapot, “Why have we not heard anything of this?” Rose enquired. Robert looked down at her sharply, not liking her asking to many questions, Rose froze in his gaze momentarily not quite sure what to do, “Cream and sugar?” She

asked. Robert nodded and then continued, “You see, my father did not die merely of ill health, it appears that he may

have been poisoned and the suspension falls upon Andrew due to his sudden disappearance.”

            “You can not possibly believe that Andrew would do such a thing.” Rose tried to remain calm.

            “That is not up to me and you to decide, that is for the court.” Robert coldly replied. “Though it does seem unlikely that my brother is able to commit such a callus act, it may be the case that he was distraught over our father illness and he could not see him suffer any longer.” Rose handed him the pot of tea. “I see I have upset you and that was not my wish.” Robert continued and took hold of Rose’s hand, she quickly removed it and took hold of her cup of tea making sure that he had no chance to do it again. Rose’s mother noticed from the corner of her eye and though she said nothing, and kept her thoughts to herself on the matter. “I actually came to speak to your father, but he appears to be away on business for a few days.” Rose nodded and said nothing.

            “I know you have other accommodations arranged, but you may stay for supper if you wish?” Her mother offered politely. Rose was hoping he’d have to leave, or he would just go. Something about the way he looked at Rose absolutely terrified her. “That would be wonderful, and I’m sure Rose and I can do some catching up.” Rose said nothing on the subject, she was to afraid she would speak her mind. “Very well, I’ll get another place set for you at the table, and Rose can show you the gardens.” Her mother told her and swiftly left the room. Rose wasn’t quite sure what to say or do around Robert as he took her by the hand as she rose from her seat. “I think I should apologise for my behaviour as a boy, it seems that it still bothers you.” Has he spoke so coldly and with little sincerity Rose dismissed his apology as an attempt to look like he was trying to make amends and not actually meaning anything he said. They walked around the gardens and Robert tried his best to gain Rose’s interest but she dismissed him at every turn. “we should return supper will be ready.” Rose said hopefully.

            “Supper can wait.” Robert replied, in the same cold unfeeling tone. Rose looked back at the house, “I’m sure your mother will understand if we are a bit late.” Robert continued, after all it is such a beautiful sunset.” Robert pointed out, in hopes of keeping her alone with him longer. He had been so persistent that Rose had become worried about his intentions toward her as he took her arm Rose withdrew it, “You may watch the sunset, but I must return.” He took hold of her arm and tightly gripped it, not letting go when she tried to shake him loose, as he dragged her closer to him, “Perhaps this would change your mind.”  He forced his lips upon hers and Rose tried to pull away and he took hold of her preventing her from moving, as she struggled in his grasp. “Get your hand off of me.” Rose eventually managed to call out. Robert laughed at her as he let go of her, Rose almost stumbling quickly regained composure and looked him straight in the eyes, which showed some sort of pleasure at  tormenting her, and other ideas where creeping into his twisted mind.  “Perhaps you might change your mind if you where more willing.” Rose turned to leave still shocked by the way he had taken hold of her, “You will leave.” She instructed him.

            “Not before I’ve had desert.”  He quickly took hold of her around the waist, and covered her mouth with his hand before she had a chance to scream. “Now Rose, I’m sure, you’ll  be like most women, once they’ve had a taste there usually come back for more.”

            “You must tip your whores very well,” A recognisable voice spoke as a cold, sharp steel blade rested on his shoulder, “for I can not perceive any lady with a fine upbringing would return to the likes of you.” Robert stopped dead, still keeping a tight hold on Rose.

            “I fail to see what business of this is yours, sir.” Robert said brashly.

            “I am the one holding a sword at your neck and a pistol at your back.” He replied calmly and shoved the pistol’s barrel into Robert’s back, to prove a point.

            “Do you mind, I’m trying to teach this woman some manners.” Robert replied impertinently.

            “The Lady has manners, you on the other hand do not and I am quickly loosing my patients, Robert.” He told 

him with a sparks of anger in his voice, “Now I suggest, you remove your hands from the Lady before I remove them for you.” Robert slowly removed his hands from Rose and let her go and she quickly backed away, still shocked and trembling with fear. “Now, you will leave.” He continued to instruct Robert. “No goodbyes and cheery farewells, just get

into your carriage and leave, I would dread to think what anymore scandal would do to your families reputation.” He pointed out. Robert was about to turn to face the man behind him, “I wouldn’t do that if I where you either.” Robert knowing that he was beaten marched off. When he was sure Robert had left, he lowered the gun, and returned the sword to it’s sheath. He looked at Rose and she looked at him briefly and then fainted, his reactions so quick he managed to catch her. Rose’s mother whom had seen some of what happened, but had remained unnoticed by the house now approached, “Bring her in.” She told him, softly.

            “Isabelle.” He said and before he had a chance to say anything else was interrupted.

            “Do not try, think for one moment I believe you are the same man that I knew when I was a girl.” She bluntly told him. “Now bring her in.” she told him again, “Surely you can not expect me to carry her.” She led him into the house and to Rose’s room, where he laid her down upon her bed, “You must go now.” she told him, “Do not worry I will take care of her.”

            “I will stay close, should Robert return.” He told her.

            “If he should, be sure he gets the point never to return.” Rose’s mother told him sharply, “I will bring you out some food and let you know how she is.” She continued in a gentler tone.

            “That would be a highly irregular, break in tradition.” He replied.

            “I placed no comment about your infringements earlier, but I sincerely thank you for it.” She commented and kissed him upon the cheek, “Now you must leave.” She told him. He quickly bowed and darted out of the house and her attention turned back to Rose.

 Chapter 5.

The following day Rose was feeling much better and the sun was shinning bright and the birds singing called her outside, at first she was a little wary and staid close to the house, but later she found herself in the small wooded area just outside the gardens sat in the shade and watching a squirrel playing in the trees. From a distance she was being watched by her masked companion as she sat in the tall grass’s, he quietly approached her, “Good morning.” He said cheerfully as Rose noticed him approaching her, she smiled and patted the ground next to her inviting him to sit with her. “I’m surprised to see your still here.” She commented, “And out in the day, I have been led to believe you might catch fire in the rays of the sun, or disappear in a puff of smoke.” She added.

            “That is truly not the case.” He replied, “I wanted to make sure that…” He stopped as he looked into her eyes, “I see you are well.”

            “I am, thanks to you.” Rose replied and kissed his cheek.

            “I am glad that no, harm has come to you.” he replied quietly and a deep sadness filled his eyes.

            “What is it?” Rose asked, he lowered his gaze. “You look so sad sometimes, and on such a beautiful day.”

            “I must go soon, your father will be back.” He told her.

            “You have done no wrong.” She commented as she pressed her lips upon his and they kissed briefly. “I will be late for dinner.” she whispered to him.

            “That would be a pity. He whispered as he gently kissed her neck. “I wouldn’t want you to miss your dinner.” He kissed her neck again and Rose closed her eyes, every part of her wanting to be with him. “I’ll meet you here tonight, if

You are well enough to come out.” His warm breath touching her neck, and his moist lips gently brushed against the soft skin of her neck as he whispered to her and then he gently kissed her neck. “That is if you want to?” He smiled knowingly.

            “I might be busy.” Rose teased him and then kissed him, “But if it’s really urgent, I’m sure I can make and exception.”

            “It is urgent, in fact it’s so urgent I don’t think it can wait.” He kissed her again and Rose gently fell back into the

long grass, and then a long moment passed where they just looked upon one another silently as the breeze ushered through the leaves of the trees. “What is it?” Rose asked, curious as to what he was thinking and breaking the silence.

            “How radiant you look in the sun.” He replied. Rose giggled and then they kissed again, “Really?” She asked. His only reply was a passionate kiss and then her mother called her from a distance and he quickly disappeared into the undergrowth and  Rose stood up, not even checking to see where he had gone and with a quick smoothing over her dress and adjustment of her hair she returned to her house to see her mother waiting for her by the door.

After Rose and her mother had eaten, Isabelle handed her a note from her father. “I think you should read this.” she commented. Rose quickly glanced at the note from her father explaining he would be kept away in the city a further two weeks and no mention of the letter her mother had sent him in fact, Rose wasn’t too convinced her father had written the letter as he all ways enquired how Rose was, in fact if he knew there was something Rose would find of interest he often commented about it, and this was merely stating he would be back in two weeks and that he had, had a successful business trip. “Do you think, there is something wrong?” Rose asked.

            “What makes you say that?” Her mother enquired knowing the answer but needing the reassurance that it was not just her that had thought it.

            “This letter doesn’t sound like Daddy at all, he normally writes such wonderful things even if he does make some of them up and after that note you had sent him about Robert, he would return.” Rose seemed a little upset, “I know he would.” She replied.

            “I think something is deeply wrong indeed.” He mother replied as she got up from her seat. “I’m afraid, I only know that your father isn’t actually on business he went to look for Andrew.” He mother struggled to admit.

            “Did he find him?” Rose questioned.

            “I am afraid Lord Wesley, changed his will making Andrew the sole heir instead of the equal share that was originally stated and the only way Robert can lay his greasy hand on that money is if he has Andrews authority.”

            “Do you think Robert had something to do with his fathers death?” Rose enquired.

            “I do not propose to make any suggestion.” She replied, “Only it does not appear to be as simple as what it may appear, and Robert turning up out of the blue like that only makes me more suspicious.” She continued. “I also know that your father is the only person aware of the whereabouts of the original copy.” He mother paused and looked down at the letter tears nearly coming to her eyes.

            “I’m sure father is fine, and he wouldn’t want you to worry so.” Rose reassured her mother. “He might be, being over vigilant.”

            “You think he might be afraid someone would be reading his mail.”

            “I’m sure of it, you know father is all ways worrying too much.” Rose continued, not really believing what she was saying, just not wishing her mother to get sick with worry and she didn’t want her more upset than she was all ready. Her mother nodded in agreement through tears and left the room. Rose picked up the letter and read it again, it was somehow strange and distant, she put the letter in the dresser draw in the hallway and then quietly snuck from the house.

The sun had just set and she hoped that he was still around and waiting for her, “Back so soon.” He said as he jumped

out of the bushes, startling Rose. “Oh I’m dreadfully sorry, I must keep up appearances, you know how it is.” He joked, then stopped looking at Rose’s face so sad and worried. “There is something troubling you.” He pointed out. Rose

nodded, “Come sit down, and tell me everything.” He offered Rose. She told him everything her mother had said and he sat and listened. “Does your father have any contacts in London?” He enquired. Rose nodded. “Then you must write to them, and enquire you whereabouts of you father and his health, be sure to tell them you have no word from him.” He instructed her.

            “But….” He interrupted Rose before she had a chance to say anything more, “They are not going to pay any attention if they think he’s already written to you, for the sake of your father lie, just this once. I’m sure there is no need to but better safe than sorry.”

            “Thank you, I should not have troubled you with this…”

            “It is my pleasure, to assist you in any way I can.” He replied truthfully. “I will stay close tonight and then I must return to my home for a couple of days, you must promise me while I am away do not allow any visitors even ones that you may have known for a while.” Rose nodded and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against him for comfort as they kissed.

Chapter 6.

A couple of days had passed and there was still no sign of him, Rose grew impatient and was worried, and then she thought that he might not be returning for other reasons. Her mother paced around the house waiting for news or her husband to return. Rose could do little more than to watch after she had written the letters to her fathers business associates and friends in London, Rose had contemplated even going to search for him but her mother refused to let her go. Evening drew in and Rose didn’t want to return to the house so she wondered around the gardens aimlessly for a while, hoping that all this was for nothing but she had the impression that there might be more to this than what had been said to her, she sat in the long grass looking up at the skies as now the stars began to appear and the sun was almost set. She heard the sound of a horse approaching she quickly, stood back up and turned around her heart skipping a beat, and there he was in the distance by the house. Rose waved at him and he returned the wave and she ran toward him as he dismounted from the horse and he ran toward her, as they met in the middle, they held each other in a long embrace as they passionately kissed. “You came back.” Rose sounded surprised to see him.

            “I said I would.” He told her and they kissed again. “Have you had any news?” Rose shuck her head. “You might be surprised to learn, that I have.” He sounded rather pleased with himself. Rose looked at him curiously, “And yet it might not be all good news.” He warned her as he took hold of her hand and walked with her. “My contacts, have knowledge of your fathers whereabouts, they also know that he is with Andrew.”

            “They are safe?” Rose asked, unsure of the answer she would receive. He nodded and Rose threw her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek, “Thank you.” Rose said, “Mother will be relieved to hear that.” He gently touched her cheek, “There’s more.” A look of sadness crept over him. “It is not safe for you to stop here, Robert is close at hand and he’ll think nothing of harming you to get to his father’s will, which your father his holding the only copy of.” He told her.

            Rose looked at him, “This is not just about the money?” She guessed.

            “Robert is responsible for killing his father and Andrew witnessed it.” He replied, “When he found the changes in the will, he was going to kill Andrew as well, but he’d already hidden from his brother.” He gently kissed her cheek, “There is more people involved but, at this moment I am not sure who and why, but I know it has something to do with Robert.” They kissed passionately and he held her in his arms, almost frightened to let her go, “I am sorry, I could not have been more assistance to you than that.” He said.

            “At least I know that father is all right, and I am pleased to know that Andrew is well too.” He suddenly released

his grip as she mentioned his name. “What is it?” Rose gently asked him, seeing that his eyes filled with sorrow again. “I wish to help you Rose, but I can not stay hiding in the trees near you house, that would be highly inappropriate.”

            “I think you have helped enough, and it would be inappropriate of me to ask any more of you.” She gently kissed his cheek, “I shall give mother the news and, I will return shortly.” Rose turned. He took hold of her arm and turned her back around, “Your mother all ready knows, she has done for sometime.”

            “My mother is no liar and she does not keep secrets, not like this one.” Rose told him firmly.

            “She was trying to protect you and she promised your father.” He told her, “Before I came to see you, I may have bumped into her, she knew what information I had received and she told me to tell you, so she wouldn’t have to break the promise she had made your father.” Rose relaxed and looked at him, seeing the truth in his eyes, “Would you like, some supper?” She offered him, he didn’t quite know how to reply, “Wait for me by the trees?” She whispered to him.

Rose returned with a picnic basket full of food and a bottle of champagne, “Let me take that.” he said politely as Rose struggled down the small banking to the river edge, “Will you not get into trouble?” He asked Rose has they sat down to eat.

            “I’ve done it plenty of time before, do not worry.” Rose reassured him, “Besides you haven gone to all that trouble for me, it seems only fair that I should go to some for you.” 

The sat together and ate and drank, and after he lay his head upon her lap and she gently played with his hair, “Come away with me.” he said softly to her. Rose hadn’t expected him to make such a suggestion and wasn’t quite sure how to reply, so she said nothing. He got up from where he lay and took hold of her hand, “Would you not come away with me?” He asked, looking into Rose’s eyes as he spoke.

            “I have not thought about it.” Rose answered, lying that had come into her mind several times, but she considered it a mere fantasy.

            “You would be safe.” He told her. Rose kissed him upon the lips, distracting him from saying any more on the matter,  “I want to be with you, Rose.” He told her. “And I want you, to want me.” He whispered into her ear as he laid upon the grass, as his hand moved in between her legs and she closed her eyes as he touched her inside, teasing her gently with his fingers, as he watched her body tense with excitement and pleasure, “Do you want me now Rose?” He whispered in her ear, as she reached up to kiss him. “Rose.” her mother called from the house.

            “I’d best go back.” She whispered to him.

            “I’ll wait here.” He told her, as her mother called again, he quickly kissed her good bye as she got up to leave.

            “You all ready know what this is about?” She enquired and he nodded. Rose quickly ran back to the house, to talk with her mother. Isabelle was stood on the large stone steps entering the house, holding a letter in her hand. “Come inside for a moment.” The way she spoke it led Rose to believe it was something serious, as she gently wrapped her arm over her daughters shoulder and led her inside.

A little while later Rose emerged from the house and wondered over to where she had left her companion, “Are we leaving now?” He asked her.

            “You obviously know about my invite to stop with Andrew and Roberts cousin the Earl of Riddlesden.”

            “Seen as he asked me to escort you.” He replied, keeping something back. “He’d prefer it if you called him Phillip though.”

            “Would he?” Rose asked, not expecting an answer only pondering over how he would know such a thing. “I

remember meeting him once as a child.”

            “You remember?” He asked quietly, “He did mention it.” He then quickly added. Rose looked at him, unsure

of what to say and questioning whom she was talking too for the first time since there first evening together. “Do

you have suitable travelling clothes?”  He then enquired.

            “I haven’t decided wether or not I should leave my mother.” Rose replied, “I now she can manage but I would worry about her all alone.”

            “ I see, I’m sure he would let you write to her, after all he is not keeping you prisoner just letting you take refuge there untill all this tricky business with Robert is dealt with.” He replied confidently. “I also think he would be grateful of the company of a woman who wouldn’t be throwing herself at his wallet.”

            “Just how much money does he have in his wallet?” Rose enquired.

            “I do not pry, in to such matters, only that he has enough.”  He replied. “Now I suggest you get changed as instructed and then I’ll escort you to his home.” He reached into a leather bag on the horse and pulled out some mens clothes and handed them to her, “You do know how to ride like a man?” He questioned Rose, she didn’t reply only returnend to the house.

 A little while later she emerged from the house, dressed in the clothes he had given her, “I must say a preffer you in your night dress.” he commented as she approached leading her horse, rose ignored his comment. “You have a fine animal, I’m sure it very capable of running the distance.”

            “I’m sure of it too, so when you are ready.” Rose told him as she mounted the horse, he was slightly surprised to see her mount the horse with such confidence especially rideing like a man. “My father showed me how.” she informed him, “I think he fancied going to America, apparently all the women ride like this over there.”

            “Perhaps I should take a visit?” He suggested, as he mounted his horse. He took off his cloack and fastend it over her shoulder hideing her hair. “We need to keep you hidden, I’ve no doudt Robert has his informants close by.” He told her. “But you will be safe with me.” They both set off in full gallop, in to the night. Rose’s heart beat quickly and she filled with adrenalin and excitement, not quite knowing what to expect.

Chapter 7.

The sun was beginning to rise when they both stopped to rest, Rose was exhausted and so was her companion. There was a small cottage, it seemed to be almost falling apart and abandond, Her companion explained that he knew it to be and showed her in. There was very little in there only a bed and a fire place, “You may take the bed.” He told her. Rose said nothining only politly sat upon the bed and smiled, “Do you come here often?” She asked trying to make conversation, as he had been unusually quiet for him.

            “Only when I am in the area.” He replied quietly.

            “Are you running away from something?” Rose guessed.

            “No, not running away, just escaping for a while.”

            “Isn’t that the same?” Rose asked, unsure of how he would take that.

            “Look, you’ve had a long night andare in need of some rest.” He told her, distracting her from conversation, as he was to tiered to think himself. Rose lay on the bed and even though the straw matteress offered little comfort she soon found herself asleep. 

Wakeing up later on Rose felt all itchy and dirty and somewhat under the weather with the nights ride, “Did you sleep well?” he asked as she rose from her pillow rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Yes, thank you.” she lied.

            “I all ways thought it a rather uncomfortable.” He honestly replied.

            “I didn’t notice.” Rose said. “When are we to continue our journey?” She said rather impatient and wanting to leave before she changed her mind.

            “Tonight, I think it best if we leave under the cover of darkness there less chance of being spotted that way and before we go anywhere you need something to eat.” He told her.

            “How long before we get there? Where ever there is.” Rose enquired grumpily.

            “Tomorrwo morning.” He said as he began to take out supplies from his leather satchel, “Why so eager?” He asked not turning his head to look at her. Rose didn’t reply for fear of looking foolish and a bit like a spoilt rich girl, but she was scared and worried for her mother all alone and she wasn’t sure what to expect when she arrived at Phillip’s house after all they had aonly met once before when she was a child, and she could bearly remember that. “Do you want to go home?” He asked as he stopped what he was doing and approached her and sat on the bed next to her, takeing hold of her hand, “Do you really think I’d be safer there?” Rose asked.

            “Rose, I…” He stopped mid-sentence the words not daring to leave his lips, as they entered his thoughts. He stood up and backed away from her, Rose took hold of his arm and turned him back around, seeing the sadness in his face she gently touched his cheek. “Your not going to visit any more.” Rose uttered and he gave a solom nod and then turned his back on Rose and began to place food on the wooden plates. Rose said nothing not quite sure what to say or do only that the person she wanted to comfort her could not, and she could not comfort him.  “You can eat now.” He said quietly and then left the house quickly and slammed the door  behind him. Rose’s first instinct was to go after him, but she sat at the small wooden table and attempted, though she had very little of an apetite so she mearly picked at bits until she realised she was alone. The silence filled her with fear and she ran out of the cottage looking for her hoast and found his horse was gone, her heart sank and at that moment she could have broken down in tears, as she returned to the cottage and sat at the table where the plates still fill with food sat. It was then that she noticed the note with her name on it. She opened it a part of her not wanting to read the words or see the truth,

My Dearest Rose,

    Please forgive me for leaving so abruptly, it was never my intention to do so. The Earl has been sent to meet you here and will be arriving shortly, I must deeply apologise if I frightend you, only I can not be present when he arrives. These words are difficult for me to say, so I hope you understand that my reasons are purly selfish as I can not bare to part from you and I must say goodbye now and though it pains me deeply to do so and my heart tells me to stay, I know that it is right that I should leave now, but my love for you will never leave nor shall my memories of our time together, for every time I see the moon, I’ll see you and  evrytime the evening breeze touches my skin, I’ll remember your gentle kiss upon my lips.

        Forever and Allways yours.

Rose silently read the letter, and thought over it’s contents for a while. She then heard the sound of an approaching horse, fearing who it could be at first she didn’t move, holding her breath for fear the sound would draw attention to the fact she was there. “Rose.” A somewhat familiar voice called her name, “Rose, it’s me Phiilip.” She timidly left the house and, Phillip was sat upon his horse waiting for her, “You don’t remember me do you?” He asked, as he could see Rose’s insecurity when faced with him.

            “I hardly remember you sir.” Rose replied politely. He dismounted and approached her, she was unsure of what to say or how to react to him as he took her hand and gently kissed it. “You may call me Phillip.” He told her. “I find it tedious when my friends are using my title all the time, make for a rather long conversation.” He commented, which made Rose smile. “I’ll fetch your horse and you can tell me about you exciting adventure, with our mutual friend.” He continued, Rose smiled and nodded, thinking it wasn’t going to be as bad as she first envisioned it to be, and she followed him to the small stable around the back and  watched as he made the hores ready. “You will quite possably need a bath.” He suggested.

            “Do I look that bad?” Rose asked.

            “Was I being ill-mannered, when I said that?” Phillip asked looking rather nervous at approaching her now, “It’s just that, I don’t have a lot of female company and somtime my…..”

            “I do look a frightfull mess and it would be nice to get a bath.” Rose interrupted him, seeing he was as nervous as meeting her as she was about meeting him.

            “There are some dress’s for you to change into and I’m sure that everything will be to your taste, if there is any problems you will let me know.” Phillip helped Rose on the horse and then mounted his, still a little gitery and not quite the confident gentleman the Rose had been expecting, as they rode to his mansion.

Chapter 8

 The large cast iron gates and the huge stone steps up to the, large wooden door. He led Rose enthusiastically into the hallway, its grand marble floors sparkling clean and elaborate stair case leading to the first floor and from the ceiling hung a chandelier that Rose almost became transfixed by it‘s splendour. Rose had never been to such a grand house and was taken aback by it’s magnificent versard and elaborate fixtures. “I will be in the drawing room, Lilly will show you too your room and make your bath, I hope everything is to your satisfaction.” He said quietly, a little more confident now he was in his home. A maid approached and led Rose to her room, as Phillip waited for her to return in the drawing room, it was clear that something was bothering, to the extent where he bagan paceing and muttering to himself as he did so, the butler then walked in “Lady Radcliffe, is ready to see you sir.” The butler informed him, “And may I say, I wouldn’t be too concerned about her staying.”

            “I wasn’t, I was distracted by other matters.” He lied.

            “Of cause sir.” The butler replied, “Do you wish me to show her in?” Phillip nodded and said nothing, his pulse raceing with a nervous excitement at meeting her again. She walked in the room wearing a beautiful blue crinolin dress, Phillip fell silent for a moment, “Have you been, well taken care of?” He asked almose stuttering.

            “Thank you.” Rose said, with a friendly smile, “I appreiciate your kindness and the way you have opend your home to me.”

            “That is,… it is no trouble.” Phillip replied, “Please sit, there is no need to stand on ceremony, make my house

your home.” He told her and Rose sat on the chair closest to him, and he sat back down and a silver tea service was brought in by the maid, “You do like cream scones?” He asked.

            “Everything is fine, do not worry.” Rose reassured him as she poured the tea into the cups, “Do you take cream

 and sugar?” She asked.

He gave a slight nod and thanked her as she past him the cup, “So was your journey down here without trouble?” He asked Rose, and she gladly gave him the story of her journey though careful to miss anything out, that she didn’t want him knowing. “It appears that your escourt has taken great care of you, and I must thank him later.”

            “Will you see him again?” Rose asked hopefully.

            “Maybe.” Phillip answered, though Rose was shure he was keeping something from her she was unsure what and though it best not to pry. “Why is there a message or something you would like me to pass?” he asked.

            “Just, thank him for me.” Rose said, unsure if there was anything else that should be said and what she wanted to Phillip to hear.

            “I’ll show you around.” Phillip offered, “I hear you like poetry.” Rose nodded, “Well I have a library, if there isn’t anything that you specifically want all you have to do is ask.” He told her, as he led her out into the gardens. The summer sun brightly shining down on to the rows of hedging and the sweat smell of rose’s as they walked around the gardens, the fresh breeze gently blew a lock of her hair loose and Phillip gently brushed it away from her face as he looked at her and smiled, she felt slightly uncomfortable and yet some sort of familiarity to it and he backed away from her. “Do you remember when we met, when we were children?” He asked.

            “Barely.” Rose admitted.

            “I never forgot that day, when I came over with Andrew and even though he was young he was besoted with you, I think he allways has been.”

            “You think?” Rose enquired.

            “I know.” He told Rose, “After you left London, he packed his bags ready to leave and follow you.”

            “I miss him too, but….” Rose looked upon the now setting sun.

            “There is someone else?” Phillip asked.

            “No, there is no one else.” Rose sounded unhappy. “I don’t see anyone so much, being out in the country people don’t seem to visit and I suppose you tend to linger on the friends you had.”

            “I see.” He spoke quietly. “I think the country has done you good though.” He tried to sound optimistic, “And your cousins come and visit more often do they not.”

            “I wish they wouldn’t.” Rose said quietly, not really meaning to utter the words out loud.

            “You allways loved having companions around you.” Phillip replied. “Has something happenend to change your mind?”

            “You met the once, and being thrust around like a show piece in London, I’m rather glad not to have the company any longer.” Rose said sharply.

            “I did not mean  to pry, I only wanted help.”

            “I am tiered now.” Rose lied, she only wanted to be left alone, and she quickly returned to her room, where she flopped down on the bed and cried into her pillow silently, until she fell asleep.

Chapter 9.

A few days past and Phillip seemed to grow at ease with her company, he even sat outside with her and had a picnic with her on the lawn. Though at first Rose had been determined not to have anything to do with him she soon warmed to his company and grew fond of him. “Would you like to go for a ride?” He asked her at breakfast. “It seems a pity to waste such a beautiful day.” He explained.

            “Yes I would.” Rose replied eager to leave the convinds of the mansion, even though it was such a beautiful place it lacked something. “I would like that very much.” She continued, as Phillip looked across at her none too

Surprised of her sudden egerness. “It is a little stuffy in here, I have to admit.” Rose looked across the table surprised, about his comment. “I wasn’t meaning to….” Rose started.

            “You have not offended me, Rose.” He reassured her, “All this, isn’t me.”

            “Meaning?” Rose asked a little unsure of how he meant the comment to sound.

            “Can I be honnest with you?” He asked, “I know you’ve felt this way too, that is why you like to go out in the gardens, to get away from everything in here.” He said, Rose felt as though he’d been prying through her private

thoughts somehow and felt uncomfortable with his suggestion. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up, you probably think I’m foolish and….” He paused and looked at her as she gently took hold of his hand, “You understand what I’m trying to say.”

            “I do, I wasn’t aware that you had noticed though.” Rose admitted, “Perhaps, you need companionship.” She suggested.

            “You mean an ever doteing wife, that will clamber all over me at my bidding.” He spoke frankly, “I do apologise, that was inappropriate for me to say that in front of a Lady such as yourself.”

            “Perhaps, but it’s honnest.” Rose said, “Though I wasn’t necersarly meaning a wife.”

            “A friend, like you.” He said quietly. Rose didn’t reply, “I have enjoyed your company while you have been here and I was hoping you felt the same.” He continued and saw that she had grown uncomfortable with the subject. “We shall go for a ride.” He told her, changing the subject, “Any where in particular, or where ever the wind shall carry us?”

            “Where ever the wind shall carry us and then back again.” Rose told him.

            “Sounds like an excellent idea.” Phillip sounded impressed with his suggestion, and Rose looked upon him questioning his identity the familiar gestures that he had just used, seemed to remind her of someone and she quickly brushed the thoughts from her mind, as images of her masked ghost ran through her mind.

They set off on there ride, Rose enjoying the summer breeze upon her face as she rode with Phillip in the countryside. They stopped briefly and Phillip looked upon Rose as if remembering something, Rose looked back and seeing that his mind was somewhere else she reached over and took his hand, “Is there something that is bothering you?” She asked sweatly, “Only you seem distracted.”

            “I am.” He muttered, “I was thinking, about Andrew and you.”

            “And me?” Rose enquired not sure how he meant it and not sure she wanted to hear.

            “Yes, when your father returns you will understand.”

            “He’s asked to marry me.” Rose guessed a little annoyed.

            “You have been told.”

            “Not exactly, I just….”

            “I see.” Phillip said quietly, “Perhaps I should have not mentioned it.”

            “Perhaps, you should have waited for my father.” Rose replied sharply, as she grew in frustration after all it had

been more apropriate if they had discussed it with her first, instead of someone Rose bearly knew. “We shall not discuss this matter again.” She told Phillip.

            “I see, there is someone you would rather be with.” Phillip replied.

            “I never said that.” Rose replied and kicked the horse into a gallop and rode off trying to get away from him briefly as she didn’t want him to see her tears and guess about her feelings for her masked companion. Phillip knew that he had upset her and hung his head as if he knew her pain, he heard Rose scream and quickly looked up to find she had fallen from her horse, he quickly followed and as he approached Rose was struggling to her feet and grumbling

to herself. “Are you injured in anyway?” Phillip asked as he dismounted to help Rose back to her feet and was quickly brushed off by her, “I am perfectly fine.” Rose snapped as she stood up, looking more embarrassed than hurt, “What happenend?” Phillip enquired. Rose gave him a warning look and Phillip backed off, “Do you dislike me that much?” He asked quietly. Rose wasn’t sure what she should say at that point as he returned to his horse.  “Wait.” Rose called out

as she ran after him, “Phillip, wait.” She called after him. He stood by the horse not knowing what to do at this point and Rose wasn’t quite sure what she had done. “Have I done anything to upset you?” She asked.

            “No.” He replied, “I think it’s time we should get back.” He continued, not once looking at her. “I do not want you returning home injured.” He said.

            “We can return after you have explained to me why you told me about Andrew.” Rose told him.

            “I thought you knew.” He spoke quietly. “That was why you where resentful towards me when you arrived, is it not?”

            “No, I was just apprehensive that is all.” Rose explained to him, “After all we have only met the once before and that was a long time ago…..” She stopped as he looked at her and gently touched her cheek.

            “I remember it like it was yesterday.” He replied, “I fell and grazed my knee and you took care of me.”

            “There was a little spot of blood…”

            “What I was trying to say was….That was the kindest thing anyone had done for me.” Phillip told her quietly, as if it was something to be ashamed of, “My mother cared little for me, all ways passing me from one governess to the next and my father was to busy.”

            “I couldn’t imagine how lonely you must have felt.”

            “When showed me how kind someone could be it made me realise that I never wanted to be like them.” He stopped and looked Rose in her eyes, “I thought you where an angel come to take care of me.”

            “An angel?” Rose enquired suspicious of his compliments,

            “Your so beautiful Rose.” He whispered to her and then took a deep breath in and cleared his throat, “Do wish to continue, or would you rather return.” He instantly switched subject, Rose looked back at her horse stood grazeing near to where she had fallen from it. “I will not harm you Rose.” As he spoke Rose felt sure she recognised the voice and turned to look him in the eyes. “I know you will not.” Rose told him, “We should have really brought a picnic.” She summerised.

            “Perhaps tommowo.” Phillip offered. “Or tonight, even.”

            “Not tonight, that would be inappropriate rideing around with a Lady you hardly know in the middle of the night.” Rose informed him, “Beside that what would my father think.” She added, “No, I think we should return and have some dinner, afterall I wouldn’t want to keep you away from your other affairs.” Rose mounted her horse and bearly glanced at him, “As you wish.” Phillip said as he turned the horse back in the direction they had come from.

Chapter 10.

That evening Rose staid up late watching the stars and the moon from her bedroom window hopeing that she would once again see the Carrington family ghost upon his steed of black emerge from the darkness, as she felt sure he would turn up tonight. As the moon grew high in the sky and there was no sign of him, she was about to return to her bed thinking that she had been foolish and that it was only the words that Phillip had spoken early that had riminded her

of him and there time together, “Rose.” She heard her name whisperd on the evening breeze. She looked out of the window and there he was in the darkness stood by his horse, she waved and he returned the wave. Making sure she did not disturb Phillip she quietly snuk from the house and then ran towards him throwing her arms around him as he gently lifted her from the ground and they passionately kissed. Neither one wanting to let go of the other, and for that brief moment there was no one else. “I have missed you so much.” He whispered his warm breath against her neck.

       “Your letter said….”

            “Never mind that now.” He spoke softly to her, “We need to talk.” He led her by the hand out of sight of the mansion but not too far away and then sat her down upon the grass and he sat next to her and took hold of both her

hands in his, “How do you feel about being here?” He asked her.

            “I miss home and …..,you.” Rose replied honestly, “Phillip is a good man and…..” She didn’t quite know what else to say about Phillip, he wasn’t a bad man and there was nothing about him that Rose particularly didn’t like. “And?” He enquired.

            “He looks after me and there’s nothing wrong with him and he has been very accommodating towards me, maybe a little too much at times.”

            “He wants too look after you and perhaps he’s a little lonely, after all he’s in such a big mansion and there’s only him.”

            “I do not wish to talk about Phillip.” Rose interrupted him, “There is nothing to talk about and there will be nothing to talk about, is that all you came around here for, to see if me and Phillip where…..” she got up to leave feeling hurt by the way he could think of her with another man.

            “I’m sorry.” He apologised and got up to follow her. “I only wish to make sure you are happy.” He took hold of her arm and turned her around and Rose looked down at the ground fearing to look in his eyes, realising he’d upset her he slowly let go of her arm, “I’m going away for a while.” He told her.

            “Is that because of me.” Rose commented. “I’ve done something to offend you.”

            “If you wish to believe that.” He said quietly, Rose looked up and saw the sadness in his eyes again and it touched her heart, “If your wondering I won’t be coming back.” He walked to his horse and Rose followed taking hold of him as he was about to leave, “Don’t go.” She said gently, “Not like this.” He took a deep breath in and looked at Rose, “I don’t want you to leave.” Rose told him, desperate for him to stay, fearing she would never see him again. “Rose.” His sadness clear, “I don’t want to go, but……”

            “The don’t.” Rose interrupted him.

            “If I don’t go now, you won’t ever let me leave.” He took hold of her hand, “And this, this was never meant to be like this.” Just then the sound of a pistol shot could be heard echoing from the mansion. “Wait here.” He told her, as he turned to see what was happening, she quickly took hold of his arm, “Be careful.” she warned him, before he disappeared in the direction of the mansion. Rose stood quietly waiting for his return until she could no longer bare it. She approached the mansion keeping out of sight the best she could, not knowing what she would find there or if she should be risking herself, only knowing that she had to see if Phillip and he were safe.

Robert was stood in the hallway holding a pistol still smoking in his hand, “Now are you going to tell me where the Earl is

or do I have to shoot someone else.” He said to the butler, whom lay bleeding on the ground. Rose could see from where she hid in the bushes near the entrance, all of a sudden she felt someone grasp her from behind and a hand was

quickly placed over her mouth, and drag her clear from view, “What did I say?” A familiar voice asked her, as the hand was removed from her mouth. “You scared the life out of me.” She whispered back as she turned to face him. “Where is Phillip?” Rose asked.

            “Safe.” He replied, “Now stay here while I deal with Robert.” They kissed and then he quickly departed from view again, he was however quick to return when several men armed with swords and pistols emerged from Roberts carriage a couple of them dragging Andrew out and into the mansion. “I’m good, but I’m not that good.” He admitted quietly to Rose.

            “You can not leave, Andrew like that.” Rose whispered back.

            “I thought you didn’t want to marry Andrew.” He whispered in her ear.

            “I don’t remember having that conversation with you.” Rose replied sharply.

            “Phillip told me.” He quickly replied. “That’s we he asked me to visit.” He added.

            “Did he also pass on my message?” Rose asked.

            “Now is not the time to be having this discussion.” He told her, “Wait by my horse.” He told her.

            “And what exactly are you going to do?” Rose asked, “Running in there flashing your sword around is not going to get you anywhere.” She informed him.

            “You have a better plan?” He asked.

            “I am afraid, I do not at this moment in time.” Rose thought, “Is there not another entrance, a more out of sight one?”

            “Around the side and into the wine cellar.” He commented.

            “Just do me one favour, before you get yourself killed?” Rose asked softly.

            “Whatever you wish, my dear.”

            “I wish, to know your name.” Rose told him, “Well you do have one do you not?” Suddenly he went very quiet and his confidence seemed to vanish.

            “Well…. It’s not quite as simple as that.” He replied. Rose took hold of him and pulled him toward her and kissed him, “When I return.” He whispered to her, and then kissed her passionately making Rose’s body yearn for more as he took her in his firm grasp as the pair of the tumbled onto the ground, the bushes quietly rustling as there bodies brushed past the leaves and onto the grass below. Clutching his hair as she pressed his head against her breast, as his moist lips touched them. He paused as he looked at her laying in the grass, she reached up and dragged him towards her for a kiss filled with passion as her body ached with desire, as she held him close and ran her hands over his back clutching tightly at his flesh pulling him closer to her. “Do you want me now Rose?” He whispered to her.

Chapter 11.

Rose staid quietly hidden as she watched her companion enter the mansion through the side door, leaving it slightly ajar. Rose not quite sure what to do waited in the darkness, fearing what would happen and fearing being alone. She could no longer just keep silent vigil she quietly followed through the door into the wine cellar. Silently she crept around hoping that no one would see her and hoping to find him still hiding in the dark cellar between the wine racks. She eventually noticed a glint of light as he had left the door to the kitchen slightly ajar. She hesitated in following him and then heard Roberts voice close by, she quickly dashed behind the wine rack and hid praying he would not find her and

had not found her companion. She could hear him talking to someone and though she could not make out the words it

was clear he was not best pleased and that only heightened Rose’s fear of being found, especially by him. Staying as still and as quiet as she could as the door from the kitchen was opened and she watched helplessly as Andrew was

thrown in and the door was locked, Robert in his hastiness not even checking for other means of escape or what or who was in there. She waited for a moment not quite sure what to do and when she saw Andrew picking himself up and the injuries he had suffered she couldn’t wait any longer and appeared from her hiding place. “Andrew.” She whispered.

            “Who….what.” He answered half dazed.

            “Sush.” Rose told him with her finger over her lip, “It’s me Rose.”

            “Rose?” He questioned.

            “Yes, me Rose.” She told him again as she helped him to his feet. “Now come, we can use the back exit and hide you somewhere safer.” She explained.

            “My cousin Phillip, where is he?” He asked as they left through the door in to the night. Rose didn’t answer not quite sure what to say at that moment or even if she should say anything. “Please tell me where Phillip is, I’m dreadfully concerned for his safety Rose.” He gently touched her cheek as she helped him hide in the bushes close too. “I do not know, but I am sure he will be back soon.” As soon as she had said that she felt sure she was lying but she couldn’t tell Andrew about her masked ghost and her suspicions over his identity. “Are you sure?” Andrew enquired after his cousin again.

            “As sure as I can be.” she replied as she propped Andrew against a tree, “Considering I’ve been kept in the dark about so much of recent, I’m not sure of anything.” Rose said trying not to sound annoyed or angry.

            “I’m sorry for that, we where trying to keep you safe.” Andrew admitted and then quickly changed subject, “How have things been, staying with my cousin?”

It was then that Rose realised someone was missing and she looked him straight in the eyes, “Where is my father?” She enquired, hoping at least to get the truth from Andrew, especially now there was nothing left to hide.

            “Robert…..” He paused, “I’m sorry but, I don’t know exactly what happened only that he had tried to find me and Robert sent some of his associates to get him.”

            “You must wait here.” She told him.

            “Like I have a choice.” Andrew took hold of her arm, “Do not do anything rash, Robert is dangerous and will think nothing of harming you.”

            “I know, but there is someone important, that I must check on.” Andrew looked curious as to who she could mean.

            “Whoever it is, he would not want you to come to harm.” Andrew told her.

            “I just wish to take a closer look and make sure he has not come to any.” Rose reassured him.

She snuck up against the side of the mansion and listened intently at the windows. “Have you found the Earl?” Robert snapped as two of the men that had arrived with him turned up. Before they had chance to answer Robert had already guessed it, “He’s somewhere close, and he has that little whore with him.” Robert snapped. “Be sure to find either of them and bring them here.” He continued, it was clear to Rose he had gone quite insane with anger and bitterness twisting him, when they had met before he had tried to cover it now it was there to see and Roberts two companions could clearly see it and disappeared to look again for Phillip, followed by the other two men that had been standing close to him in the room. Phillip began to grow impatient pacing the room, his anger growing with every footstep, boiling with every second. Rose knew that she needed to get help for Andrew and for herself, also concerns for Phillip and her companion where growing, as she watched Phillip unsure of what to do and if there was anything she could do. Robert

was so distracted he hadn’t noticed Phillip enter the room, “Good evening cousin,” Robert spun around realising he was

alone though determined to still get what he came for. “I would say it was an unexpected pleasure, but I find your lack of

courtesy to knock when entering my home rather disturbing.”

            “Do you wish I should step back outside and knock?” Robert replied, with the same evil look Rose had seen on him the night he had paid her a visit.

            “It would be ever so courteous of you to step outside, it would save the house keeper the job of cleaning your blood from my new rugs.” Phillip drew a sword, and Rose instantly recognised it has her great grandfathers. “I wouldn’t waste your time calling for your henchmen, it appears that they are indefinitely detained.” Phillip laughed and it was then that Rose knew for certain whom he was. It was at that point Andrew had managed to somehow turn up at Roses side, “This is not for a Lady to see.” Andrew whispered quietly to Rose, who had totally immersed herself in watching the two men at odds ready to duel and found Phillips unwavering stance attractive and was drawn in by it all. Rose looked down at Andrew as he slumped to the floor in pain, his head spinning. Rose quickly knelt to attend to him, “Do you think Phillip, will kill Robert?” Rose asked, concerned for Phillip.

            “I have no doubt that Phillip would not unless he had no other option.”  Andrew whispered back.

            “So you have no concerns about Phillip’s skill with the sword?” She whispered.

            “The only concern I have for my cousin is that Robert is half crazed and liable to use any means at his disposal.” Andrew informed her, “I see my cousin, has taken well care of you.” He continued as Rose reared her head to peak through the window again. “And what is that supposed to mean?” Rose snapped back. Robert expression changed, thinking he’d heard something from outside and Andrew managed to drag Rose from the sight of the window.  “Are you a coward Robert?” Phillip asked keeping his composure but well aware, of Rose’s curiosity and that she’d

been watching. “You have a choice Robert, as my patients is growing thin you have very little time to decide.”

            “I think you are over confident sir.” Robert snapped back and raised the pistol. “Could it be that having all this money has gone to your head.” Phillip took a step toward him. “My aunt all ways said that you where mad.” Robert continued as Phillip took another step closer. “That’s close enough.” Robert warned him.

            “Very well.” Phillip replied and thrust out with his sword and in a flash Robert had dropped the pistol and clutched his arm where the blade had cut neatly across his arm. “Now are you willing to give this madness and come quietly or am I to run my blade through you until you get the point?”

            “If you wish for a scandal, I’m sure it could be arranged.” Robert continued confidently, “Where is Rose, I was half expecting to find her in your bed.”

            “I would not be so quick to make such assumptions if I where you.” Robert drew his sword as Phillip spoke, “I only wish, this wouldn’t have come to this.” Phillip spoke honestly as there sword clashed for the first time. Robert didn’t reply, he was far to busy dodging Phillips blade, to pursue any conversation at that point, as the pair ducked dived and weaved around the room, Phillip far more eloquent almost as if he was dancing around the room. Rose watched impressed with his skill and drawn to his figure as he moved around the floor with Robert. “I do believe your quite enamoured with him.” Andrew pointed out. Rose said nothing which made Andrew more curious as they both watched.

            “Should we not find a way to help him?” Rose asked.

            “I think we should be finding a way to help ourselves.” Andrew pointed out. “Between you and me Rose,” He continued in a whisper, “I am in no condition to help Phillip, and it would give me no pleasure to kill my brother though he truly deserves that.” Rose looked at him sympathetically, though she didn’t speak Andrew understood her concern and realised she understood his predicament. Robert and Phillip had disappeared from view but the clashing of swords could be heard through the mansion and out the door. “I hope you realise, if you survive this, your paying for that damage.” Phillip retorted.

“What’s the matter cousin running out of money?” Robert spat.

            “On the contrary Robert, I have plenty unlike you.” Phillip reminded him which infuriated him to the point where he lashed out a Phillip while dropping his guard. Rose closed her eyes daring not to look knowing that Phillips blade

was sure to hit it’s mark now and on hearing Robert cry out in pain as the blade pierced through his stomach and the sound of his body hitting the floor. Rose opened her eyes still unsure of whether or not to look and when she did she found Phillip stood over him. “Are you going to finish what you started?” Robert groaned in pain.

            “As much as I would love to, I hardly think you deserve it.” Phillip told him.

            “And if I get hung, I’ll disgrace you all.” Robert reminded him and picked himself up still holding the sword and lounged out again at Phillip who  had no choice but to strike him down and kill him. Phillip stood still for a moment and stared at his cousin’s body, “I’m sorry.” He whispered. Rose left her hiding place, and he approached her. “Come we must get you and Andrew inside.”

            “Are you sure he’s….”

            “Quite sure, my dear Rose.” He replied, “There is no need for you to see.” He took hold of her as she began to cry. “It’s over now, I promise.” Phillip reassured her.

Chapter 12.

Later on that night Rose and Phillip sat alone in the drawing room as Andrew was tended to in the room Phillip had given him. “So…” Rose begun and Phillip raised an eyebrow and smiled, knowing what she was going to ask. “So?” He asked.

            “Where were you going to tell me?” Rose asked.

            “I haven’t the faintest idea what you are enquiring about, my dear.” Phillip teased, “So if you could be more specific.”

            “I rather preferred it when you weren’t quite so sure of yourself.” Rose replied.

            “That’s not the impression I had.” Phillip retorted.

            “I haven’t the faintest idea, of what impression I have given you, or what you assume of me but I can tell you it’s quite wrong.” Rose stamped her foot of authority on the matter hoping he would finish the silly charade.

            “Do you wish for the full story, or do you want to continue in the dark, I much rather think you enjoy a little mystery.” Rose wanted to slap him at that point and  Phillip could see she was not amused by his teasing. “Sorry.” He apologised the quiet Phillip now returning. “The story is a quite simple one really, you know the story of the Harrington family ghost, but what you don’t know is what happened afterwards.” He paused for dramatic effect, “You see my grandfather, rather annoyed at the out come of the duel and only being young foolishly set out to seduce your grandmother by pretending to be his father’s ghost, and so on until me.” Phillip paused again gauging Rose’s reaction seeing that none of this really was surprising her. “Well, your father being quite intelligent and wanted to lay the ghost to rest so to speak, so he managed to track my uncle, Robert and Andrew, and eventually to me.” Phillip lit a cigar, not too sure if she wanted to hear the rest but he continued, “An agreement was met, where  Andrew was believed to be the suitable match for you and he should carry on the family tradition, but all this debacle with Robert, I took Andrew’s place to make sure no harm came to you and then…….” He went quite as he puffed on his cigar.

            “And then?” Rose enquired, not wanting to be rude just wishing that he felt something for her the way at times she had for him.

            “It does not matter.” Phillip said quietly.

            “So what was all that business Robert?” Rose enquired, knowing that she wouldn’t get the full story, possibly

parts of it unsuitable for a Lady to hear and others dangerous for her to know.

            “He had gone quite insane, and that is all you need to know.” Phillip replied. “So am I correct in thinking Andrew wishes to propose to you and you will except.” He continued not lifting his gaze from the flames, and taking a long drag on the cigar as he finished as if he was preventing himself from speaking any further.

            “That all depends, on whether or not I get better offer before hand.” Rose replied.

            “Do you not think that would upset Andrew if you were to elope with another man.” Phillip enquired. Rose giggled, now she was keeping the secret, “What is it?” Phillip asked.

            “My mother, may have gotten carried away when she heard that Andrew was engaged.”

            “Meaning?” Phillip enquired and looked back at Rose somewhat surprised that she hadn’t mentioned it before and that Andrew had not.

            “Andrew, was not thinking of asking me, he had met a Lady by the name of Clarissa Simmons.”

            “I know that family very well, I will send a message promptly for him, letting her know where he is and terribly wounded he is.”

            “Clearly you should, but I have already beaten you to it.” Rose replied smugly. “Now about this appropriate gentleman, is there any possibility you would know one.”

            “I don’t know about appropriate, but I might have an idea?” He suggested as he moved to sit next to her on the

couch, “He both charming and dashingly handsome, so I’ve been told.” As he leaned towards her and they kissed, “Are you liking my suggestion so far, My-Lady.”

            “This so called gentleman you are suggesting sounds intriguing, but he might need some taming if he was to be seen suitable for me.” The kissed passionately this time, “But if he can put on a good act for my father that’s all the better.” Rose said with a mischievous grin.

            “I’m sure we can come to some arrangement when your father arrives in the morning.” He replied confidently. “But until then I’m sure you would like to sample of what this gentleman can offer.” He took Rose’s hand as he escorted her to her given bedchamber.

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