As daylight replaced the darkness, Matilda realized the life changing revelations made the day before, caused her to feel pensive in the early morning, bewildering her emotions. Pierre's admission that he was her father, had caused turmoil in her young mind. Thoughts about her earlier life and the future, left her yearning to know more. Her life had been turned around, she knew not what the future held. She sighed to herself wondering what the new day would bring.
Catherine, who had been her friend since childhood, was also her older sister. Matilda was aware that there had been two sisters, Catherine being one of them not only looked like Matilda, but had sometimes shown similar tendencies. Pierre had revealed his identity at a very poignant moment when Catherine had been hurt by a stray sword tip and as things turned out, she was able to continue for the remainder of the day's riding. Her wound had been superficial, causing no further discomfit, much to everyone's relief.
Soon after dawn, the party of men accompanying Pierre and the two girls, gathered by the stables. They had almost finished mounting, ready to continue in the early morning, when Pierre appeared with his daughters, helping them onto their horses. A young groom held the horses still, then handed the reins to the two girls. Catherine's leg seemed to be healing. She eased herself into the saddle with no apparent problems. So too, was Henry's gash to the shoulder.
Pierre looked up, addressing Catherine in particular. 'Now lass, will you be able to ride this morning?' He was frowning slightly, still worried about her as she settled herself.
'Yes...yes, I think so my lor....' Catherine hesitated for a moment, then nodded to Pierre, smiling briefly.
'Good, as we have a long ride today. If you need to stop and rest, then you must let me know immediately. Do you understand?'
'Thank you. Yes, I will.' Catherine nodded, holding the reins, sitting upright in the saddle, the cantle visible from under her clothing.
Pierre was still gazing up at her and asked, 'Do you suppose you could call me 'papa' from now on?'
'I'll try..., papa.'
'I'd like that. I know it won't be easy for a while until you and Matilda get used to it, but if you can but try, I'd be very pleased. Now, it's time we got started.' He smiled at both girls, briefly checking their bridles, expecting the groom to have done his job correctly.
Pierre was aware that all the men were now mounted. He wanted to get underway as soon as possible. Fixing his gaze on Matilda, asked her, 'will you be happy riding a long distance today, Matilda my dear?'
She looked down from her horse, then nodded. 'Yes, I'll be fine, really I will.'
'Good, then let's be on our way, shall we?'
Pierre sprang into his saddle, gathered the reins indicating to his men it was time to leave. The party were on the move once more, heading toward the coast. It was still early, the morning feeling fresh as they got started.
Pierre knew it was necessary to keep a closer eye on the road ahead in future days. He would see to it that a scout was sent up ahead to check there was no apparent trouble.
They set off at a slow pace at first. Pierre concerned that Catherine would not be capable of riding for a good part of the day without further pain or bleeding from her leg. He stayed close to her, ready to help should the need arise, not wishing to quicken the pace until he was satisfied his daughter was coping adequately. Thankfully the weather was fair, warm even, as they made their way over undulating countryside, constantly heading in the direction of the sea where, once crossed they would continue on to their destination. They were making good time. It had previously been arranged they would meet up with a boat that would take them across the sea to England.
They were riding at a good pace now, Matilda was beside Catherine, Pierre on the other side. William followed behind Catherine, making sure surreptitiously, she was not in any way feeling discomfit. Often throughout the long journey both girls would chat if the going was easy. Matilda looked over, asked how Catherine's leg was.
'Oh, I'm sure I will live a few more years,' she laughed, taking the matter lightly.
'Well it was thought the sword tip catching your leg like that would be a lot worse. I'm pleased you are able to ride.' Matilda frowned, her expression was one of concern for her sister.
Catherine gave another short laugh. 'It was nothing really, just a nick and some blood, that's all,' she answered, brushing it off lightly.
At this moment she noticed the young man named William, just behind her. He smiled at her causing Catherine to blush. She felt the colour rise to her cheeks, looked straight ahead, hoping he had not noticed the change in her appearance. A slight smile was upon her lips, feeling a lightness in her heart.
There were still several day's riding before they reached the coast. Safety played a large part in the mind of Pierre. He was not prepared to risk any further incidents, specially involving his daughters. It was essential they arrived in England without experiencing further trouble.
After the first hour or so, the pace quickened, several small villages were passed, a river crossed, countryside traversed as the riders continued without further delays. Matilda and Catherine had become accustomed to the daily routine spent in the saddle, their bodies quite conditioned with the grueling miles undertaken, but they were looking forward to arriving at their destination. Pierre had been pleased, keeping a close eye on them both, when soon it would be time to board the vessel for the sea journey to England.
The night before they were due to sail, they were bedded down at an inn, where Pierre was in constant touch with the ship's captain. It was expected they would catch the early morning tide and sail for England on the morrow.
As dawn broke, plans were afoot to load everything onto the ship without further delay, the tide waits for no man.
Matilda and Catherine felt a little uneasy about boarding the large vessel, as it was their first experience. They were unsure what to expect. The weather was looking hopeful, apart from a possible storm in due course, but thought to pass further north, certainly not severe.
The two girls were very apprehensive as they were shown to a small area where they could settle, not feeling at all confident. Pierre assured them all would be well as they sat cl0se together for comfort and support.
The boat left the port of Calais as the tide was favourable. They breezed out of the harbour in the early hours, the sun still low on the horizon. The air was fresh, brisk, as it took the boat in a vague westerly direction at this stage. Matilda and Catherine were a little more at ease with their surroundings, watching the last of Calais disappear into a slight sea mist forming. The boat slid carefree across the waves, the captain keeping a watchful eye on all around him, giving orders to his crew as the small ship eased it's way toward open water.
Not too long after the boat was clear of land, it began to pitch and toss slightly, its bow dipping low into large waves. The party of men took it in their stride as they played several games on deck to wile away the time. The captain kept a close eye on the weather for the intended storm, thinking they would be safe as they made their way further west, causing the boat to dip into oncoming waves that appeared to be getting larger. He wouldn't want to sail directly into it. On the other hand, it was possible it would miss them completely, they would be spared the inconvenience and disruption of a possible soaking.
The wind increased, moaned as the sea hissed around them. Spray was finding its way on deck, the larger waves spilling over the sides. The ship tossed on the brow of the white foaming sea, the stern shuddering as it came right out of the water before diving into the next oncoming swell. By now the two girls were becoming increasingly anxious as Pierre tried to reassure them. He too, was becoming more than a little alarmed, anxious as he looked at the oncoming swell, grimacing when it soaked the deck time after time. The crew were busy as the captain gave orders, keeping them busy. The party of men accompanying the two girls gave up their games as the weather became rougher, the decks wetter. It had started to rain, the wind by now increasing to gale force, the vessel tossed about like a cork on the hissing, spewing sea. The noise of the wind was deafening as the sea rose even higher, braking and crashing across the bow of the vessel, thundering back over the sides.
Catherine clung to Matilda who appeared the braver of the two. 'I'm frightened Matilda. Do you think the ship will sink?'
'I hope not!' Matilda's expression was grim, not at all reassuring, Catherine became even more frightened. 'There wasn't supposed to be a storm. Specially one as bad as this.'
William, the young man with whom Catherine had exchanged glances several days earlier, approached them to make sure they were safely taken care of. Pierre by now, was not only anxious, but hoping the storm would soon blow itself out. Its force was taking the ship off-course and he wondered if indeed, they would ever reach England. The storm was far worse than even the captain had expected, but being conditioned to it, remained steadfast in his quest to reach England safely. He glanced up at the mast which was tossing to and fro in the strong wind, the rain intensifying.
The storm didn't get any worse as the day wore on, but the wind never relented either, as it tore at the ship for many hours.
It took two days to finally reach English shores, the wind having finally blown itself out. The vessel, although taking a pounding, had survived the storm, carried them into Dover as the morning light dawned watery in the east. A sunrise of immense beauty greeted them as the boat slipped quietly into the harbour. The ship's crew prepared to dock, the passengers relieved, exhausted, looked forward to stretching their legs. The feeling of solid earth under their feet and eventually completing their ongoing journey, was what occupied everyone's mind. The captain had held his crew together well, no one had fallen overboard, they had all survived and so had the vessel that had brought them to England, the storm finally relenting. But soon news reached them that two smaller ships had been lost, the captain and crew taking the news with deep regret and sadness.
Catherine and Matilda, together with Pierre and his men, finally stepped ashore upon English soil, the two girls smiling at one another as they did so. There was huge relief expressed, they had survived the savage sea, the terrifying storm will become but a memory. A mutual sense of achievement was acknowledged by all at the long distance travelled earlier on land and the time it took to reach safety by sea.
The next stage of their journey was about to begin.
Saturday 31 August 2013
Thursday 22 August 2013
Mists of time....
A smell of rain filled the air, as acacia trees swayed to the breeze with the weight of their blooms. A stray leaf danced to the tune of time, tripping with a rustle on a bare pavement. Ducks on the pond dipped into shimmering water, reflecting the hues of morning. Crows cawed high in a pine tree, the breeze sounding through its branches like a soft roar.
Time was one thing James didn't have, or hardly felt anymore, as he sometimes experienced a wrenching pain in his abdomen gripping his soul, his inner being trying to gain control. The malfunction of his body persisted, with the little time James thought he had left. As he gazed nonchalantly over to the pond, he reached down slightly with one hand placed over the troublesome area, giving a slight groan as ducks played on the pond, splashing with their beaks. He struggled with the occasional sharp pain, the dull monotony, week after week & almost looked forward to when it would put an end to his days.
His mind ambled back to when his sweet Emma was constantly at his side, sharing life's path & fulfillment of their enriched time together; their love & tenderness always at the forefront bonding them. Many happy years had been spent throughout their younger life, frolicking in the bubbling surf on a hot day, until exhaustion forced them to lull about in the warm sunshine. The fine sand soft, white under their bare toes as they dug them into the depths, burying them under the fine grains. The passage of time saw their relationship blossom, growing into later years of blissful contentment, sharing many aspects of what life threw at them & meeting it head on with happiness & trust. But sadly Emma had left him. Alone with his thoughts he ploughed on without her, trying to come to terms with life venturing into old age, the antipathy of his existence.
James wandered past the ducks & through the tall eucalypt trees on the edge of the park he often enjoyed, watching the changing seasons each time he ventured out. He loved autumn mostly, when mists would creep across the stillness of the pond swirling gently, the ducks swimming through it's soft whisper of moist haze. He watched rainclouds on the nearby mountain enshrouding its summit, ghostlike, often dark blue & moody.
Some of the few intermittent deciduous trees in the park & beyond, had held rich autumnal colours of rustic reds & burnt orange. The leaves turning from yellow to red before falling to the ground forming a carpet of rain-splashed beauty. Then winter was upon him once more & the cold loneliness he felt without Emma was often intolerable.
The pain this morning was no more intense than other days as James left the duck pond continuing on the path strewn with bark & twigs, leaves that had been torn from the eucalypts in a frenzy of strong winds during the previous night. Rain had arrived in the early morning before diminishing, leaving the leaves glistening with dappled sunshine glowing through the branches, shadows still long in the late winter. James walked through the remainder of the park & entered a sweeping roadside. Trees lined the street either side with thick bark of Melaleuca coating their trunks, tight red flowers adorning the branches in early bud, when later they would swell & burst forth into bottlebrush formations in spring.
The morning was advancing as James arrived back at his home, a neat three bedroomed brick house set back off a quiet winding crescent. The garden sprawled to the fenceless front, grass was green from winter rains, small flower beds overwintering with several small shrubs spilling over the edges. James enjoyed pottering in the garden, but without Emma, it had lost its charm. Emma had kept the garden for many years, always looking fresh & overflowing with beauty.
He walked through the front door, instantly feeling the emptiness, the house quiet even with the radio softly playing music from the kitchen. Several years had been spent on his own, but the loss he felt now was no less painful than the day his dear Emma had died. Her illness had shocked James as he struggled to cope with the day to day chores while looking after her. Now the house lacked their love, never to return as James coped with looking after himself now. His own problem had manifested itself not long ago, the pain he managed to bear. The doctor had told him of its severity & his time would be brought to an abrupt end some day.
Two days later an old friend appeared at his door. James ushered him in & after pleasantries had been exchanged, the state of the weather briefly discussed, John related a story to James. A relative had left the country for good, their black Labrador dog being deposited with him & his wife. The animal originally named Clementine, but soon shortened to Charlie. John & his wife had a small home & even smaller garden, unable to accommodate a dog such as Charlie. Would there be any chance of James taken her on for good. James took no time to consider the offer, briefly outlining his apparent illness & the fact that he wasn't sure how long he had left. John immediately understood James's situation, sorry that he had a serious problem, but Charlie was desperate for a good home. After brief consideration, James thought he may be able to manage & agreed to accept Charlie indefinitely, but with a view to returning her if the going got too tough. John was pleased, beaming with pleasure that at last the problem of Charlie was solved. Well for now at least. It was arranged that Charlie would arrive tomorrow if James was in agreement.
Saturday dawned cool but bright, the sun giving the nearby mountain a soft blue glow as clouds lingered low near its base. Shadows were long as the fruit tree in James's back garden was adorned with white blossom. He gazed out of the long patio door at the small garden & wondered if it would be big enough for a dog. He felt somewhat apprehensive but happy with the thought of Charlie's arrival soon, hoping the new friendship would be mutual.
Charlie arrived an hour after breakfast & padded slowly, hesitantly toward James as if she may not be welcome. James put his hand out for Charlie to sniff, murmuring soft words to the black coated dog. Her large brown eyes looked up at him, immediately James smiled in return, patted Charlie & was smitten for all time. The dog wagged her tail & nuzzled James's leg, looking up at him with adoration. They appeared instant friends, soon to be inseparable.
John felt easy with the obvious bonding, leaving all the dog's paraphernalia with James & departed leaving the two to get to know each other.
'Well now lass, what shall we do first eh?' said James still patting his new acquisition. 'How about if I show you around the garden, then after lunch we could venture out & familiarize you with the local area. Would you like that?' Charlie whimpered & looked up at him wagging her tail, for she seemed to understand what was being said. 'Right then, that's settled. Now where would you like to sleep? Perhaps the laundry would be big enough. Can't leave you outside can we? Specially when it's cold. But I see you have a jacket for those days. Good!' James smiled inwardly, happier than he'd been for some time.
Charlie sat & waited until James invited her to join him in the garden & without a second thought, bounded forward to where she nuzzled his leg. James bent & patted her again. Together they chatted for a while sitting on the patio under shelter, then walked around the garden front & back without the dog leaving James's side for a moment.
Time passed & the new friends were inseparable. Charlie was obedient, with a kind & loving nature, proving a close companion for James. They ventured out together & over the months James's condition grew no worse, but tolerable as they helped each other adjust to a new life.
A few years went by & James found he was still able to look after Charlie. They had formed a mutual bond, a companionship from which each had benefited. Charlie never did leave him or was ever returned.
Time was one thing James didn't have, or hardly felt anymore, as he sometimes experienced a wrenching pain in his abdomen gripping his soul, his inner being trying to gain control. The malfunction of his body persisted, with the little time James thought he had left. As he gazed nonchalantly over to the pond, he reached down slightly with one hand placed over the troublesome area, giving a slight groan as ducks played on the pond, splashing with their beaks. He struggled with the occasional sharp pain, the dull monotony, week after week & almost looked forward to when it would put an end to his days.
His mind ambled back to when his sweet Emma was constantly at his side, sharing life's path & fulfillment of their enriched time together; their love & tenderness always at the forefront bonding them. Many happy years had been spent throughout their younger life, frolicking in the bubbling surf on a hot day, until exhaustion forced them to lull about in the warm sunshine. The fine sand soft, white under their bare toes as they dug them into the depths, burying them under the fine grains. The passage of time saw their relationship blossom, growing into later years of blissful contentment, sharing many aspects of what life threw at them & meeting it head on with happiness & trust. But sadly Emma had left him. Alone with his thoughts he ploughed on without her, trying to come to terms with life venturing into old age, the antipathy of his existence.
James wandered past the ducks & through the tall eucalypt trees on the edge of the park he often enjoyed, watching the changing seasons each time he ventured out. He loved autumn mostly, when mists would creep across the stillness of the pond swirling gently, the ducks swimming through it's soft whisper of moist haze. He watched rainclouds on the nearby mountain enshrouding its summit, ghostlike, often dark blue & moody.
Some of the few intermittent deciduous trees in the park & beyond, had held rich autumnal colours of rustic reds & burnt orange. The leaves turning from yellow to red before falling to the ground forming a carpet of rain-splashed beauty. Then winter was upon him once more & the cold loneliness he felt without Emma was often intolerable.
The pain this morning was no more intense than other days as James left the duck pond continuing on the path strewn with bark & twigs, leaves that had been torn from the eucalypts in a frenzy of strong winds during the previous night. Rain had arrived in the early morning before diminishing, leaving the leaves glistening with dappled sunshine glowing through the branches, shadows still long in the late winter. James walked through the remainder of the park & entered a sweeping roadside. Trees lined the street either side with thick bark of Melaleuca coating their trunks, tight red flowers adorning the branches in early bud, when later they would swell & burst forth into bottlebrush formations in spring.
The morning was advancing as James arrived back at his home, a neat three bedroomed brick house set back off a quiet winding crescent. The garden sprawled to the fenceless front, grass was green from winter rains, small flower beds overwintering with several small shrubs spilling over the edges. James enjoyed pottering in the garden, but without Emma, it had lost its charm. Emma had kept the garden for many years, always looking fresh & overflowing with beauty.
He walked through the front door, instantly feeling the emptiness, the house quiet even with the radio softly playing music from the kitchen. Several years had been spent on his own, but the loss he felt now was no less painful than the day his dear Emma had died. Her illness had shocked James as he struggled to cope with the day to day chores while looking after her. Now the house lacked their love, never to return as James coped with looking after himself now. His own problem had manifested itself not long ago, the pain he managed to bear. The doctor had told him of its severity & his time would be brought to an abrupt end some day.
Two days later an old friend appeared at his door. James ushered him in & after pleasantries had been exchanged, the state of the weather briefly discussed, John related a story to James. A relative had left the country for good, their black Labrador dog being deposited with him & his wife. The animal originally named Clementine, but soon shortened to Charlie. John & his wife had a small home & even smaller garden, unable to accommodate a dog such as Charlie. Would there be any chance of James taken her on for good. James took no time to consider the offer, briefly outlining his apparent illness & the fact that he wasn't sure how long he had left. John immediately understood James's situation, sorry that he had a serious problem, but Charlie was desperate for a good home. After brief consideration, James thought he may be able to manage & agreed to accept Charlie indefinitely, but with a view to returning her if the going got too tough. John was pleased, beaming with pleasure that at last the problem of Charlie was solved. Well for now at least. It was arranged that Charlie would arrive tomorrow if James was in agreement.
Saturday dawned cool but bright, the sun giving the nearby mountain a soft blue glow as clouds lingered low near its base. Shadows were long as the fruit tree in James's back garden was adorned with white blossom. He gazed out of the long patio door at the small garden & wondered if it would be big enough for a dog. He felt somewhat apprehensive but happy with the thought of Charlie's arrival soon, hoping the new friendship would be mutual.
Charlie arrived an hour after breakfast & padded slowly, hesitantly toward James as if she may not be welcome. James put his hand out for Charlie to sniff, murmuring soft words to the black coated dog. Her large brown eyes looked up at him, immediately James smiled in return, patted Charlie & was smitten for all time. The dog wagged her tail & nuzzled James's leg, looking up at him with adoration. They appeared instant friends, soon to be inseparable.
John felt easy with the obvious bonding, leaving all the dog's paraphernalia with James & departed leaving the two to get to know each other.
'Well now lass, what shall we do first eh?' said James still patting his new acquisition. 'How about if I show you around the garden, then after lunch we could venture out & familiarize you with the local area. Would you like that?' Charlie whimpered & looked up at him wagging her tail, for she seemed to understand what was being said. 'Right then, that's settled. Now where would you like to sleep? Perhaps the laundry would be big enough. Can't leave you outside can we? Specially when it's cold. But I see you have a jacket for those days. Good!' James smiled inwardly, happier than he'd been for some time.
Charlie sat & waited until James invited her to join him in the garden & without a second thought, bounded forward to where she nuzzled his leg. James bent & patted her again. Together they chatted for a while sitting on the patio under shelter, then walked around the garden front & back without the dog leaving James's side for a moment.
Time passed & the new friends were inseparable. Charlie was obedient, with a kind & loving nature, proving a close companion for James. They ventured out together & over the months James's condition grew no worse, but tolerable as they helped each other adjust to a new life.
A few years went by & James found he was still able to look after Charlie. They had formed a mutual bond, a companionship from which each had benefited. Charlie never did leave him or was ever returned.
Monday 12 August 2013
A Long Journey begins... Chapter 3
Matilda looked down from a small window of Chillon castle, horses were being laden with small coffers, supplies for the journey ahead. She smiled to herself, musing over the last time she had left the castle where she had spent most of her life with little freedom. She & her friend Catherine, were to be taken on the long & arduous journey to England for whatever reason they knew not. From childhood, they had both been taught to ride, considered part of their upbringing, long distances however had never been undertaken. This will be a new venture & they were looking forward to it, but with nervous anticipation.
Matilda felt a sense of exhilaration & excitement. Now she would be escorted, as before it had been very different. Her life within the castle had been structured, confined, when her inner self cried out for a life different to that of the past.
Catherine, standing next to Matilda remained calm but optimistic, her quiet manner never showing much emotion. She had always been placid & contemplative, her grace & gentle nature in stark contrast to that of Matilda. Catherine was a good year older than Matilda, shorter, with tresses of deep golden brown when the sun's rays were upon them, her eyes brown like Matilda's, not as dark. Both girls expressed strange unexplained similarities.
The summer's day had dawned with promise, the sun becoming hotter as the day progressed, reaching higher than in the winter, when it barely escaped the horizon beyond the tall mountains nearby. Matilda loved the mountains, often gazing upon them, noticing their boundless beauty. Several of the highest peaks were still snow-clad, their whiteness gleaming, reflecting where the banks of lower hills & valleys swept down to meet the water's edge. Flowers grew in abundance amongst grassy meadows, some bending to the silvery water of the lake, glistening & rippling in summer breezes, soft with perfumed air as the days advanced.
To one side of the lake Chillon castle had been built on a rocky bank, its walls, courtyards & semi round towers being extended as now, when work was continuing.
In the early morning, many of its inhabitants moved about preparing for the journey while Matilda & Catherine gathered the last of their belongings, making ready for departure. Several of the staff were to join the company of Pierre, who took it upon himself to personally escort the two young ladies the entire journey to England.
Alice the housekeeper, had met them as they made their way from breaking their fast in the smaller of two halls, where rush lights had lit the scene of a hastily consumed meal. The main hall was used by the count when in residence, for important business dealings & entertaining high ranked officials that sometimes visited Chillon.
Matilda & Catherine paused as Alice swept up to them full of concern, realizing that it would soon be time for their departure not knowing when, if ever, they would return.
'It is nearly time for you to leave. Have you made ready both of you?' She handed them small parcels of food wrapped in a cloth. 'I have prepared these ere you leave, something you may need later,' she added, looking from one to the other, checking they were suitably dressed. Alice appeared anxious, having a certain fondness for them, although to both girls, often brisk & decisive in manner.
Matilda answered first, smiling with the thought of what lay ahead. 'Indeed we have Alice, is it not a blessing the weather is set fine? At least our departure will be easier for it.'
'There's nothing worse than having to ride in heavy rain,' retorted Alice. 'Mantles often get soaked through & cold to the touch.' Alice gave a slight shiver. 'Many a time in my younger days the rain would never abate, roads flooded becoming slippery, mud spattered clothing, always difficult to clean. No, I'm glad it's not me accompanying you.' Once more she glanced at them, her eyes filling with emotion.
Catherine looked up at Alice from under her lashes, adding calmly, 'there is much travelling ahead, but thank you for what you have done for us. I will miss you.'
Matilda stood next to Catherine, her brown eyes bright with anticipation, her long dark hair neatly braided, covered as was Catherine's. 'We will both miss you. We have not been told many details as yet, but no doubt our journey will be a long one. I thank you also...' Alice made to leave, with a sniff & a quick forward gesture, hugged both girls, much to their amazement. She had not been demonstrative in the past & often guided them as they grew up. She had been like a mother, scolding them too for their misdeeds when necessary. Her eyes were misty, cheeks flushed pink. With another sniff Alice stepped back, 'now do be on your guard the whole time. It is expected that you behave with...' A moment longer Alice turned & without a backward glance, walked away down a small passageway & was gone from sight.
A message from Pierre was delivered at that moment. They were summoned to leave now, the morning progressing quickly, preparations nearing completion in the outer courtyard below. Both girls walked toward the exterior door that led to where the party was gathered ready to leave. As Catherine approached the horses, she noticed one young man in particular she had seen from the other side of the hall recently. She smiled to herself, rather pleased he would be accompanying them on the long journey. She later found his name to be William.
When they arrived, horses were fidgeting while tw0 young grooms held their bridles. The sun for the June departure had climbed between two smaller mountain peaks, glowing pink into the early morning. Beyond the castle a light mist hung low over the silvery water of the lake. It swirled gently adding a ghost-like appearance as the mountains rose majestic beyond.
The escort consisted of six men led by Pierre on a large bay stallion. Two extra pack horses were added to the group.
As the young ladies approached, they were helped onto their horses where they settled into the saddles, the leather creaking, reins gathered up. The party of men were mounted anxiously waiting, suitably equipped with swords at their hips, daggers carefully stored.
Pierre gave the command, it was time to depart. Both girls turned in the saddle taking one last look at the castle that had been their home for most of their young lives. Holding the reins carefully they motioned for their horses to move forward over the drawbridge crossing the moat. Each animal clattered over the wooden bridge & entered the path beside the lake. Both Matilda & Catherine felt nervous with anticipation ere the journey began for it would be a long one, the way difficult in places, crossing an expanse of sea before reaching England. Both knew there was an adequate escort led by Pierre who conducted himself with authority, giving them confidence needed for the long journey ahead.
They soon passed many local farms & villages, winding along narrow tracks through woodlands, passing streams sparkling with sunshine. After several hours Pierre signaled to stop for necessary rest & a brief meal. The girls needed to adjust to long days in the saddle, soreness already apparent as they dismounted slowly. As their mounts were tied up, immediately heads went down to eat the lush grass. They had been watered earlier when fording a stream.
The sun was now much warmer, the food prepared earlier by Alice, consumed by Matilda & Catherine with relish as they fell upon it in a shaded area, chosen for its safety from prying eyes. From a short distance away Catherine had noticed the young man looking in her direction. She glanced up briefly before lowering her eyes once more.
The first night was spent in a small abbey affording several guest rooms for travelers. Pierre had known about it in advance.
Many days were put behind them as the party headed north west where it was possible they may encounter bands of rebels intent on political gain where they would rape & pillage, taking hostages & demanding ransom. Pierre was aware of any dangers, often sending a scout up ahead to check for safe passage. Care was taken with the chosen route, the men always on their guard for any trouble.
One afternoon as gentle rain fell, they were nearing the end of the day in dim light, dark clouds were approaching from the south west obscuring the sun. A storm was apparent as the party were passing through a deep woodland, necessary in avoiding busy roads where they had been warned of possible danger. The light was fading, trees darkened their way even more as they penetrated the depths still further. Both girls gave a shiver with the quietness surrounding them.
There appeared an eerie silence when Pierre felt an unease not experienced before. He raised his arm, motioning for the riders to be on their guard. Hands went to sword hilts & the atmosphere became tense. Both Catherine & Matilda felt afraid for the first time, wrapping their cloaks tightly around them, feeling the fear now settling over the whole group. It was decided to continue in order to reach their accommodation before nightfall, when suddenly Pierre & several of the men heard a sword being drawn from its scabbard. They paused & listened when, without further warning, several figures appeared from the trees, swords raised.
Cries went up as they advanced on the party of men, the two girls being safely surrounded. Pierre motioned to the men to draw swords to prepare for whatever attack they would encounter. Matilda shuddered & tried not to call out. Each man faced an enemy coming at them with fierce intentions, raised their swords in readiness, not knowing the numbers of their attackers.
As they were set upon from several directions, Pierre shouted to his men to defend themselves with whatever means possible. The fighting began as the ambush was upon them, men screamed & swords clashed as the full force of the blades rang out. Pierre's men had been trained in the art of combat, they knew how to account for themselves in the melee, dealing out blows that surprised their attackers.
However one of the men, Henry, was not quick enough & took the point of a blade tip in his shoulder, whereupon the blood started trickling down his arm & chest. Managing to remain in the saddle his sword arm unaffected, blade on blade fighting continued. Each man warding off at least one of the attackers with speed & efficiency fearless in their quest to gain the upper hand, their sword arms parrying the blows well. As swords were wielded crashing through the air, it was apparent their attackers were weakening, as on foot they were disadvantaged. Henry was starting to tire as more blood seeped from his wound, but bravely he continued.
The men surrounded the young ladies protecting them from all angles. Catherine noticed William close by, wielding his sword fiercely & with great accuracy, for one attacker in particular had set upon him with intensity. William having the upper hand, managed to bring his blade down hard, slicing off the hand of his opponent whereupon the man screamed, dropped his sword writhing on the ground in agony.
A few moments later another attacker noticed a gap between the horses, the edge of his blade had caught the leg of Catherine & she felt it immediately, shocked as to the suddenness of it. She gave a cry as pain started to overtake her, feeling unsteady in the saddle she tried in vain to remain upright. As she started to slump, Pierre glanced over at that moment, caught her as she was gripped with dizziness. 'Dear God no!' he called out, noticing the blood trickling down Catherine's leg & motioned to another man to help her. Matilda looked on with fear & froze as she watched Catherine being pulled from her horse, blood increasing from the wound.
The men fought continuously warding off their violent attackers. Sharp steel blades cutting & slicing, blood spurting as limbs were hacked, swords thrust where possible to gain the upper hand by Pierre & his men as being mounted gave them an advantage. Pierre wielded his sword with dexterity, having no choice at that moment but continue in the throng. His attention never wavering, he steered his horse into position for a final thrust, thereby finishing off his opponent with one last cry, bringing down his sword with such ferocity. He immediately turned as another man was coming at him from a different angle. He dealt the man a vicious blow to his head stopping him dead in his tracks, never to fight again.
All the men apart from Henry, who had taken a sword tip to the shoulder slowing him considerably, were able to continue regardless, conducting themselves with enough skill, overcoming their attackers who had ambushed them with a view to unsavoury rewards. Slowly they had managed to cut them down, many were either dead or in agony.
Eventually the fierce fighting came to an end as Pierre & his men sank back in their saddles, tired & relieved. Their attackers were either dead or retreating back from whence they came, beaten in their quest for quick riches.
Pierre immediately turned his attention to where Catherine sat propped against a tree. He dismounted & walked over to where William looked anxious as he tried to stop the bleeding, glanced at the approaching Pierre who asked, 'how does she fare? I'm desperately concerned for her welfare & need to know the severity of the gash. Is it serious?'
William turned to him as he crouched down still trying to apply pressure to the bleeding wound. 'It looks deep & should be stitched. If we can stop the bleeding, cleaning it well applying a poultice & bandage, she may be able to continue riding.'
Pierre bent down & looked more carefully. Catherine was quiet, pale of skin as she glanced from one to the other.
'I'm sure I'll be able to ride' she answered timidly.
'It may be the moment to tell you something I have been holding back for longer than I care to remember.' Pierre began slowly at first, 'Catherine, my dear, I am your long lost father. I care about you & Matilda. Yes, she is my daughter too. You are sisters & I love you both dearly. I'm worried that it may come as too big a shock at this moment, but feel the time is right. I can not withhold this any longer. I had my reasons to keep it a secret for so long & one day soon I will tell you the reason. For now, we must get you better & if possible back on your horse. How do you feel? Do you think you will be able to continue? I'm sorry if I've shocked you my dear, but I was very worried to see you had been hurt.'
Catherine remained motionless slumped against the tree, her emotions in turmoil, not sure what to say at this moment. She paused a while longer trying desperately to choose her words, but they wouldn't come.
'I..., you..., you are my, our father? After all this time...?' Her thoughts were confused, her inner thoughts hesitating, she looked up slowly to see his kindly expression gazing down at her. At that moment Matilda had dismounted & walked over to where Pierre was talking quietly to Catherine. She looked up at the approaching Matilda & said, 'Pierre has just told me something of great importance to us both.' She paused, wondering how to continue. ' He is our father. Yes, Matilda, you & I are not only friends, but sisters. I don't know what to say...' Catherine looked at Matilda & saw the amazement on her face, at the reaction it caused. Matilda seemed suddenly quiet, not finding the right words to express her feelings at that moment.
Pierre stood up, facing Matilda square on. 'Yes Matilda my dear, I am your papa & have loved you both since you were born. There have been reasons why I couldn't tell you long ago, but when the time is right, it will be so, we can all have many talks together.
Matilda felt more surprise than shock at that moment as she looked up at Pierre with his brown eyes & dark hair.
'It was me Matilda, who gave you that pendant you wear around your neck. I gave it to you on your fifth birthday. Do you remember? No, perhaps you don't. You were very young at the time.' Smiling gently at Matilda, Pierre looked at her.
'You are my father?' she asked slowly, trying to take in the past fourteen years of her life, remembering only very little from her childhood. 'But why didn't you...?
'I'm sorry Matilda, I had my reasons, but I care deeply about you & Catherine, needed to tell you here & now. That is why I saw fit to accompany you to England. You will both be in my care the whole way. My brother, your uncle, awaits our visit & it is with him & his wife you will both be living for the time being.' Pierre looked down at Catherine again & said, 'they live in a fine manor house in Wiltshire, close to the Dorset border. It is a very long way to travel, but you will be well looked after from here on. No more trouble, I assure you.'
Although still very anxious for Catherine, he looked down gently continuing. 'Now my dear, lets get this leg seen to & hope you can ride once more. Its necessary we carry on a little longer, it will soon be dark. Matilda, would you give me a hand, we can talk soon, but Catherine needs our help for now.'
Matilda feeling stunned, her feelings still very confused, nodded to Pierre who smiled at her. Together they lifted Catherine to her feet, the wounded leg not yet taking her full weight. William was there looking on feeling concerned, ready to give assistance if required. He had heard everything the three had imparted to one another & didn't want to intrude on their privacy. He backed away slowly to wait with the others.
'How does that feel?' asked a concerned Pierre. 'Can you put your weight on the leg yet?'
'I..., I... think so' replied a hesitant Catherine. 'The pain has ceased & I feel much better thank you.'
'Now then, do you think you can sit upon your horse again? We can lead you, just as long as you remain upright, it won't be long before we find accommodation for the night.'
Matilda looked carefully at Catherine, then down at her leg realizing all the time that she was her sister then again at Pierre. Her thoughts & feelings were beginning to untangle from what had been a mystery for so many years. She felt concern & love for Catherine asking her. 'Is there anything I can do? Think you can ride Catherine?'
Catherine was feeling better with every moment, given several sips from a wine skin Pierre had offered. The bleeding had stopped & wound bound carefully.
'Yes, I'm sure I'll be able. If..., if I could be helped to mount, we can continue. It's certainly getting dark now.'
'Good girl,' said Pierre smiling at her. 'Then let's get you up as soon as possible & we'll continue.'
Matilda made her way to a waiting horse, the whole party were once again mounted, moving off keeping close together. Henry had been seen to, his deep gash cleaned & covered. Edward, an assistant to Pierre, had been competent in the treatment of gashes & deep wounds, had taken a look at Catherine before they proceeded. Confident that all was well, they were underway again. Shelter was sought as soon as possible. The leading man called that he had just noticed a large abbey ahead, they could make it in time before nightfall.
With relief, Pierre made it known they would accept any accommodation that was available providing it was clean & adequate for their needs.
Fortunately the storm did not affront them & passed nearby as they rode into the stable area of an old abbey. Here they reigned in their horses & started to dismount.
Matilda & Catherine had been terrified earlier, now feelings of relief & tiredness overwhelming them. Catherine was helped to dismount, her horse taken by one of the men. They had arrived without further incident, safe in the knowledge their plight was over, nobody had been badly injured or killed.
It had been an eventful day, one that will remain in the mind of Matilda as she already pondered many questions forming in her mind. Her heart too, was in a state of bewilderment, but happy in what the day had brought. She now had a father, a sister too. Exhaustion was overcoming her, they had been in the saddle a long time. - quietly she contemplated the future as indeed it would be very different to the past. For both girls, today will be one to remember for a very long time.
Matilda felt a sense of exhilaration & excitement. Now she would be escorted, as before it had been very different. Her life within the castle had been structured, confined, when her inner self cried out for a life different to that of the past.
Catherine, standing next to Matilda remained calm but optimistic, her quiet manner never showing much emotion. She had always been placid & contemplative, her grace & gentle nature in stark contrast to that of Matilda. Catherine was a good year older than Matilda, shorter, with tresses of deep golden brown when the sun's rays were upon them, her eyes brown like Matilda's, not as dark. Both girls expressed strange unexplained similarities.
The summer's day had dawned with promise, the sun becoming hotter as the day progressed, reaching higher than in the winter, when it barely escaped the horizon beyond the tall mountains nearby. Matilda loved the mountains, often gazing upon them, noticing their boundless beauty. Several of the highest peaks were still snow-clad, their whiteness gleaming, reflecting where the banks of lower hills & valleys swept down to meet the water's edge. Flowers grew in abundance amongst grassy meadows, some bending to the silvery water of the lake, glistening & rippling in summer breezes, soft with perfumed air as the days advanced.
To one side of the lake Chillon castle had been built on a rocky bank, its walls, courtyards & semi round towers being extended as now, when work was continuing.
In the early morning, many of its inhabitants moved about preparing for the journey while Matilda & Catherine gathered the last of their belongings, making ready for departure. Several of the staff were to join the company of Pierre, who took it upon himself to personally escort the two young ladies the entire journey to England.
Alice the housekeeper, had met them as they made their way from breaking their fast in the smaller of two halls, where rush lights had lit the scene of a hastily consumed meal. The main hall was used by the count when in residence, for important business dealings & entertaining high ranked officials that sometimes visited Chillon.
Matilda & Catherine paused as Alice swept up to them full of concern, realizing that it would soon be time for their departure not knowing when, if ever, they would return.
'It is nearly time for you to leave. Have you made ready both of you?' She handed them small parcels of food wrapped in a cloth. 'I have prepared these ere you leave, something you may need later,' she added, looking from one to the other, checking they were suitably dressed. Alice appeared anxious, having a certain fondness for them, although to both girls, often brisk & decisive in manner.
Matilda answered first, smiling with the thought of what lay ahead. 'Indeed we have Alice, is it not a blessing the weather is set fine? At least our departure will be easier for it.'
'There's nothing worse than having to ride in heavy rain,' retorted Alice. 'Mantles often get soaked through & cold to the touch.' Alice gave a slight shiver. 'Many a time in my younger days the rain would never abate, roads flooded becoming slippery, mud spattered clothing, always difficult to clean. No, I'm glad it's not me accompanying you.' Once more she glanced at them, her eyes filling with emotion.
Catherine looked up at Alice from under her lashes, adding calmly, 'there is much travelling ahead, but thank you for what you have done for us. I will miss you.'
Matilda stood next to Catherine, her brown eyes bright with anticipation, her long dark hair neatly braided, covered as was Catherine's. 'We will both miss you. We have not been told many details as yet, but no doubt our journey will be a long one. I thank you also...' Alice made to leave, with a sniff & a quick forward gesture, hugged both girls, much to their amazement. She had not been demonstrative in the past & often guided them as they grew up. She had been like a mother, scolding them too for their misdeeds when necessary. Her eyes were misty, cheeks flushed pink. With another sniff Alice stepped back, 'now do be on your guard the whole time. It is expected that you behave with...' A moment longer Alice turned & without a backward glance, walked away down a small passageway & was gone from sight.
A message from Pierre was delivered at that moment. They were summoned to leave now, the morning progressing quickly, preparations nearing completion in the outer courtyard below. Both girls walked toward the exterior door that led to where the party was gathered ready to leave. As Catherine approached the horses, she noticed one young man in particular she had seen from the other side of the hall recently. She smiled to herself, rather pleased he would be accompanying them on the long journey. She later found his name to be William.
When they arrived, horses were fidgeting while tw0 young grooms held their bridles. The sun for the June departure had climbed between two smaller mountain peaks, glowing pink into the early morning. Beyond the castle a light mist hung low over the silvery water of the lake. It swirled gently adding a ghost-like appearance as the mountains rose majestic beyond.
The escort consisted of six men led by Pierre on a large bay stallion. Two extra pack horses were added to the group.
As the young ladies approached, they were helped onto their horses where they settled into the saddles, the leather creaking, reins gathered up. The party of men were mounted anxiously waiting, suitably equipped with swords at their hips, daggers carefully stored.
Pierre gave the command, it was time to depart. Both girls turned in the saddle taking one last look at the castle that had been their home for most of their young lives. Holding the reins carefully they motioned for their horses to move forward over the drawbridge crossing the moat. Each animal clattered over the wooden bridge & entered the path beside the lake. Both Matilda & Catherine felt nervous with anticipation ere the journey began for it would be a long one, the way difficult in places, crossing an expanse of sea before reaching England. Both knew there was an adequate escort led by Pierre who conducted himself with authority, giving them confidence needed for the long journey ahead.
They soon passed many local farms & villages, winding along narrow tracks through woodlands, passing streams sparkling with sunshine. After several hours Pierre signaled to stop for necessary rest & a brief meal. The girls needed to adjust to long days in the saddle, soreness already apparent as they dismounted slowly. As their mounts were tied up, immediately heads went down to eat the lush grass. They had been watered earlier when fording a stream.
The sun was now much warmer, the food prepared earlier by Alice, consumed by Matilda & Catherine with relish as they fell upon it in a shaded area, chosen for its safety from prying eyes. From a short distance away Catherine had noticed the young man looking in her direction. She glanced up briefly before lowering her eyes once more.
The first night was spent in a small abbey affording several guest rooms for travelers. Pierre had known about it in advance.
Many days were put behind them as the party headed north west where it was possible they may encounter bands of rebels intent on political gain where they would rape & pillage, taking hostages & demanding ransom. Pierre was aware of any dangers, often sending a scout up ahead to check for safe passage. Care was taken with the chosen route, the men always on their guard for any trouble.
One afternoon as gentle rain fell, they were nearing the end of the day in dim light, dark clouds were approaching from the south west obscuring the sun. A storm was apparent as the party were passing through a deep woodland, necessary in avoiding busy roads where they had been warned of possible danger. The light was fading, trees darkened their way even more as they penetrated the depths still further. Both girls gave a shiver with the quietness surrounding them.
There appeared an eerie silence when Pierre felt an unease not experienced before. He raised his arm, motioning for the riders to be on their guard. Hands went to sword hilts & the atmosphere became tense. Both Catherine & Matilda felt afraid for the first time, wrapping their cloaks tightly around them, feeling the fear now settling over the whole group. It was decided to continue in order to reach their accommodation before nightfall, when suddenly Pierre & several of the men heard a sword being drawn from its scabbard. They paused & listened when, without further warning, several figures appeared from the trees, swords raised.
Cries went up as they advanced on the party of men, the two girls being safely surrounded. Pierre motioned to the men to draw swords to prepare for whatever attack they would encounter. Matilda shuddered & tried not to call out. Each man faced an enemy coming at them with fierce intentions, raised their swords in readiness, not knowing the numbers of their attackers.
As they were set upon from several directions, Pierre shouted to his men to defend themselves with whatever means possible. The fighting began as the ambush was upon them, men screamed & swords clashed as the full force of the blades rang out. Pierre's men had been trained in the art of combat, they knew how to account for themselves in the melee, dealing out blows that surprised their attackers.
However one of the men, Henry, was not quick enough & took the point of a blade tip in his shoulder, whereupon the blood started trickling down his arm & chest. Managing to remain in the saddle his sword arm unaffected, blade on blade fighting continued. Each man warding off at least one of the attackers with speed & efficiency fearless in their quest to gain the upper hand, their sword arms parrying the blows well. As swords were wielded crashing through the air, it was apparent their attackers were weakening, as on foot they were disadvantaged. Henry was starting to tire as more blood seeped from his wound, but bravely he continued.
The men surrounded the young ladies protecting them from all angles. Catherine noticed William close by, wielding his sword fiercely & with great accuracy, for one attacker in particular had set upon him with intensity. William having the upper hand, managed to bring his blade down hard, slicing off the hand of his opponent whereupon the man screamed, dropped his sword writhing on the ground in agony.
A few moments later another attacker noticed a gap between the horses, the edge of his blade had caught the leg of Catherine & she felt it immediately, shocked as to the suddenness of it. She gave a cry as pain started to overtake her, feeling unsteady in the saddle she tried in vain to remain upright. As she started to slump, Pierre glanced over at that moment, caught her as she was gripped with dizziness. 'Dear God no!' he called out, noticing the blood trickling down Catherine's leg & motioned to another man to help her. Matilda looked on with fear & froze as she watched Catherine being pulled from her horse, blood increasing from the wound.
The men fought continuously warding off their violent attackers. Sharp steel blades cutting & slicing, blood spurting as limbs were hacked, swords thrust where possible to gain the upper hand by Pierre & his men as being mounted gave them an advantage. Pierre wielded his sword with dexterity, having no choice at that moment but continue in the throng. His attention never wavering, he steered his horse into position for a final thrust, thereby finishing off his opponent with one last cry, bringing down his sword with such ferocity. He immediately turned as another man was coming at him from a different angle. He dealt the man a vicious blow to his head stopping him dead in his tracks, never to fight again.
All the men apart from Henry, who had taken a sword tip to the shoulder slowing him considerably, were able to continue regardless, conducting themselves with enough skill, overcoming their attackers who had ambushed them with a view to unsavoury rewards. Slowly they had managed to cut them down, many were either dead or in agony.
Eventually the fierce fighting came to an end as Pierre & his men sank back in their saddles, tired & relieved. Their attackers were either dead or retreating back from whence they came, beaten in their quest for quick riches.
Pierre immediately turned his attention to where Catherine sat propped against a tree. He dismounted & walked over to where William looked anxious as he tried to stop the bleeding, glanced at the approaching Pierre who asked, 'how does she fare? I'm desperately concerned for her welfare & need to know the severity of the gash. Is it serious?'
William turned to him as he crouched down still trying to apply pressure to the bleeding wound. 'It looks deep & should be stitched. If we can stop the bleeding, cleaning it well applying a poultice & bandage, she may be able to continue riding.'
Pierre bent down & looked more carefully. Catherine was quiet, pale of skin as she glanced from one to the other.
'I'm sure I'll be able to ride' she answered timidly.
'It may be the moment to tell you something I have been holding back for longer than I care to remember.' Pierre began slowly at first, 'Catherine, my dear, I am your long lost father. I care about you & Matilda. Yes, she is my daughter too. You are sisters & I love you both dearly. I'm worried that it may come as too big a shock at this moment, but feel the time is right. I can not withhold this any longer. I had my reasons to keep it a secret for so long & one day soon I will tell you the reason. For now, we must get you better & if possible back on your horse. How do you feel? Do you think you will be able to continue? I'm sorry if I've shocked you my dear, but I was very worried to see you had been hurt.'
Catherine remained motionless slumped against the tree, her emotions in turmoil, not sure what to say at this moment. She paused a while longer trying desperately to choose her words, but they wouldn't come.
'I..., you..., you are my, our father? After all this time...?' Her thoughts were confused, her inner thoughts hesitating, she looked up slowly to see his kindly expression gazing down at her. At that moment Matilda had dismounted & walked over to where Pierre was talking quietly to Catherine. She looked up at the approaching Matilda & said, 'Pierre has just told me something of great importance to us both.' She paused, wondering how to continue. ' He is our father. Yes, Matilda, you & I are not only friends, but sisters. I don't know what to say...' Catherine looked at Matilda & saw the amazement on her face, at the reaction it caused. Matilda seemed suddenly quiet, not finding the right words to express her feelings at that moment.
Pierre stood up, facing Matilda square on. 'Yes Matilda my dear, I am your papa & have loved you both since you were born. There have been reasons why I couldn't tell you long ago, but when the time is right, it will be so, we can all have many talks together.
Matilda felt more surprise than shock at that moment as she looked up at Pierre with his brown eyes & dark hair.
'It was me Matilda, who gave you that pendant you wear around your neck. I gave it to you on your fifth birthday. Do you remember? No, perhaps you don't. You were very young at the time.' Smiling gently at Matilda, Pierre looked at her.
'You are my father?' she asked slowly, trying to take in the past fourteen years of her life, remembering only very little from her childhood. 'But why didn't you...?
'I'm sorry Matilda, I had my reasons, but I care deeply about you & Catherine, needed to tell you here & now. That is why I saw fit to accompany you to England. You will both be in my care the whole way. My brother, your uncle, awaits our visit & it is with him & his wife you will both be living for the time being.' Pierre looked down at Catherine again & said, 'they live in a fine manor house in Wiltshire, close to the Dorset border. It is a very long way to travel, but you will be well looked after from here on. No more trouble, I assure you.'
Although still very anxious for Catherine, he looked down gently continuing. 'Now my dear, lets get this leg seen to & hope you can ride once more. Its necessary we carry on a little longer, it will soon be dark. Matilda, would you give me a hand, we can talk soon, but Catherine needs our help for now.'
Matilda feeling stunned, her feelings still very confused, nodded to Pierre who smiled at her. Together they lifted Catherine to her feet, the wounded leg not yet taking her full weight. William was there looking on feeling concerned, ready to give assistance if required. He had heard everything the three had imparted to one another & didn't want to intrude on their privacy. He backed away slowly to wait with the others.
'How does that feel?' asked a concerned Pierre. 'Can you put your weight on the leg yet?'
'I..., I... think so' replied a hesitant Catherine. 'The pain has ceased & I feel much better thank you.'
'Now then, do you think you can sit upon your horse again? We can lead you, just as long as you remain upright, it won't be long before we find accommodation for the night.'
Matilda looked carefully at Catherine, then down at her leg realizing all the time that she was her sister then again at Pierre. Her thoughts & feelings were beginning to untangle from what had been a mystery for so many years. She felt concern & love for Catherine asking her. 'Is there anything I can do? Think you can ride Catherine?'
Catherine was feeling better with every moment, given several sips from a wine skin Pierre had offered. The bleeding had stopped & wound bound carefully.
'Yes, I'm sure I'll be able. If..., if I could be helped to mount, we can continue. It's certainly getting dark now.'
'Good girl,' said Pierre smiling at her. 'Then let's get you up as soon as possible & we'll continue.'
Matilda made her way to a waiting horse, the whole party were once again mounted, moving off keeping close together. Henry had been seen to, his deep gash cleaned & covered. Edward, an assistant to Pierre, had been competent in the treatment of gashes & deep wounds, had taken a look at Catherine before they proceeded. Confident that all was well, they were underway again. Shelter was sought as soon as possible. The leading man called that he had just noticed a large abbey ahead, they could make it in time before nightfall.
With relief, Pierre made it known they would accept any accommodation that was available providing it was clean & adequate for their needs.
Fortunately the storm did not affront them & passed nearby as they rode into the stable area of an old abbey. Here they reigned in their horses & started to dismount.
Matilda & Catherine had been terrified earlier, now feelings of relief & tiredness overwhelming them. Catherine was helped to dismount, her horse taken by one of the men. They had arrived without further incident, safe in the knowledge their plight was over, nobody had been badly injured or killed.
It had been an eventful day, one that will remain in the mind of Matilda as she already pondered many questions forming in her mind. Her heart too, was in a state of bewilderment, but happy in what the day had brought. She now had a father, a sister too. Exhaustion was overcoming her, they had been in the saddle a long time. - quietly she contemplated the future as indeed it would be very different to the past. For both girls, today will be one to remember for a very long time.
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