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In Lord Shadow's house, part nine
There was an old
oak on the property that Jarius spent his night under. It was a wretched time
for a man who was used to sipping his brandy by his favorite fireplace before
retiring to bed.
The sun rose the next morning and dried
the dew that dampened his coat and his disposition. Initially, he attempted to
convince himself that he’d just imagined the previous twenty-four hours, but
one look at his estate convinced him otherwise.
Jarius Knigglesby is many things, but a
quitter is not one of them. He stood up, stretched out the kinks in his back
and his legs and proceeded to walk back towards (place), the same as he did
every other day of his existence, only on that day, he skipped his coffee.
His offices were still locked, and dark,
but at least they were still standing. He determined he would call on a few of
his friends until it was time for his foreman to arrive. Then he would fire
him, only after he let him in.
The first stop he made was the dwelling
place of his dearest friend, Miss Eliza Fearby. He and Miss Eliza had known
each other for years. At times Jarius thought of Miss Eliza in more tender ways
than one would of a friend, but her hair was not tawny, nor her eyes bright.
It was Miss Eilza herself who answered the
door.
“Good morrow to you,” Jarius said. Normally
he would’ve walked right in, for Miss Eliza’s home was familiar to him, but
normally Miss Eliza wouldn’t have been blocking the way.
“And to you,” she answered, tightlipped.
“Are
you not going to invite me in?”
Her face went white, which was soon
replaced by the redness of rage. “I most certainly am not, sir. I am to understand you already have a lady,
who will be more than happy to ensure you are well cared for.” With that Miss
Eliza Fearby closed the door right in Jarius’s face.
His reception at the second and third stops
were much the same, although the closing doors didn’t wound quite so deeply.
Jarius went to the park and found another
tree to sit under. He was hungry; he was cold; he was missing his hat. He was
missing everything that had once been his. He saw that now, that he really was
blessed, or at least had been.
He reached into his coat, hoping to find a
crumb of cake or a two-pence to buy said cake. Instead his hand grazed a card,
a name card.
He pulled it out and gazed down at it. It
looked older than he remembered it being, yellowed and cracked, like it had
seen many days, instead of just one. He flipped it over.
Giving you the
one thing you desire.
As before mentioned, Jarius was not wise,
nor observant, but even the biggest of fools can have his moment in the sun,
and for Jarius, this was such a time. It may have been prompted by Miss Eliza
Dawert, taking her customary morning stroll, only this time she was accompanied
by a young man that Jarius did not know.
Jarius watched as Miss Eliza smiled and
realized that her face could be bright as well. And he realized that her hair,
though not tawny, was a lovely shade of auburn that appeared almost red in the
morning light.
As she walked towards town, getting
further and further away, Jarius realized what he had lost. He had lost
everything, only to gain the one thing he had desired, and now having it, he no
longer wanted anything but what he had lost.
He stood and made his way back to
Eveningswood Manor.
The final installment of In Lord Shadow's House will be posted next Monday.
Come back tomorrow when I participate in Mark Koopman's fifty states of pray. You can find more info here. Merry Christmas to you!
Also, for those who won a copy of The Newstead Project kindle book, I apologize that you did not received a copy over the weekend. Turns out ice storm=no power=no computer. So I will forward those on to you after Christmas, unless we get pelted with another couple of inches of freezing rain. :)
Also, for those who won a copy of The Newstead Project kindle book, I apologize that you did not received a copy over the weekend. Turns out ice storm=no power=no computer. So I will forward those on to you after Christmas, unless we get pelted with another couple of inches of freezing rain. :)
I'm ready for the conclusion of Jarius' story. Can't wait to see what happens.
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