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love just as much,
Aislinn.” I tell her, taking her into me arms.
Chapter Four
A t long last, the day of our
wedding had arrived! Upon waking, me mind was whirling with the surrealism of
it. So that we would not have to travel such a distance the morn of the nuptials,
me parents, Doctor and Missus O’Connor, and I stayed at a boarding house there
in Galway.
I arose from the bed, stretching me lean body tall, and then
went down to find something to eat in hopes of settling me anxious stomach. After
breakfast, me grandfather assisted me in dressing, giving me sturdy pats of
encouragement to calm me nerves.
“You’ve done well, lad! A finer lass you could not have
chosen. You have made your grandmother and I quite proud!”
I smiled at him in response, too nervous to utter a word. I
sure hope me nervousness calms before I am standing before her, attempting to
recite our vows. Though anxious I have been, never did I think I would be so
affected by it!
By late morning, we were heading to the manor of Fergus and Deirdre,
where the wedding was to take place. As we pull the carriage up before the
manor, somehow all does not seem as I had anticipated. There was no happy
bustling going on, not any sign of wedding preparations.
I exchanged a concerned glance with me parents, and then
jumped down from the carriage, heading fer the front door.
Before me hand was at the knocker, the door swung open and I
was met with a distraught Deirdre.
“Donovan!” she cried, slumping against the doorframe.
“Deirdre, what is it?” I asked, me eyes analysing her face.
“Is it Aislinn?”
She nodded her head, a sob escaping her.
I grasped her arms, attempting to shake an answer from her.
“Tell me, Deirdre!”
Her sobs breaking through, she choked out the words,
“Aislinn is . . . missing.”
It felt as though time suspended in that moment. Her words
made no sense.
How could that be? Aislinn is not missing. It is not even
possible.
I searched her face fer some sign she was jesting me, though
why she would jest about such a thing, I could not understand.
“What do you mean, Aislinn is . . . missing?” Now I
couldn’t seem to quite get the words out.
She started sobbing again, more uncontrollably and fortunately
her mother walked up just then and took her back into the house to console her.
Fergus approached, looking wearily at me frantic expression.
“Donovan,” he greeted me with a nod of his head.
“Good day, Fergus,” I reciprocated his congenial gesture,
though I scarcely had the patience fer niceties at that moment. “Now can you
explain to me what is going on?”
From the weary expression he wore, me heart instantly sank
into me gut, me fear that Deirdre was not merely exaggerating confirmed. “When
Deirdre went into Aislinn’s bedchamber this morning, she was not there,” Fergus
stated plainly.
I felt as though he had left me hanging. There had to be
more to it than that.
“And . . .” I prompted, hoping he would recall some vital
information he had forgotten.
“That is really all anyone knows, Donovan,” Fergus replied
apologetically.
“Well, was the entire manor searched?” I interrogated. He
nodded his head.
“The stables! You know how she loves the horses and
animals. We will search them immediately!” I declared, grasping fer the
solution to this impossibility.
Fergus looked at me penitently. “They were searched, as
well, Donovan.”
I stared at him, then went to speak again, but was promptly
interrupted. “You have my deepest regrets, Donovan, but please do believe we
have searched the entirety of the immediate vicinity. Aislinn is nowhere to be
found.”
His words sounded so final. But that cannot be all there
is to it. No, I will never accept that. She has to be somewhere!
Fer the next month, I devoted me every waking moment
searching the entire west of Éire fer Aislinn. I
Aislinn.” I tell her, taking her into me arms.
Chapter Four
A t long last, the day of our
wedding had arrived! Upon waking, me mind was whirling with the surrealism of
it. So that we would not have to travel such a distance the morn of the nuptials,
me parents, Doctor and Missus O’Connor, and I stayed at a boarding house there
in Galway.
I arose from the bed, stretching me lean body tall, and then
went down to find something to eat in hopes of settling me anxious stomach. After
breakfast, me grandfather assisted me in dressing, giving me sturdy pats of
encouragement to calm me nerves.
“You’ve done well, lad! A finer lass you could not have
chosen. You have made your grandmother and I quite proud!”
I smiled at him in response, too nervous to utter a word. I
sure hope me nervousness calms before I am standing before her, attempting to
recite our vows. Though anxious I have been, never did I think I would be so
affected by it!
By late morning, we were heading to the manor of Fergus and Deirdre,
where the wedding was to take place. As we pull the carriage up before the
manor, somehow all does not seem as I had anticipated. There was no happy
bustling going on, not any sign of wedding preparations.
I exchanged a concerned glance with me parents, and then
jumped down from the carriage, heading fer the front door.
Before me hand was at the knocker, the door swung open and I
was met with a distraught Deirdre.
“Donovan!” she cried, slumping against the doorframe.
“Deirdre, what is it?” I asked, me eyes analysing her face.
“Is it Aislinn?”
She nodded her head, a sob escaping her.
I grasped her arms, attempting to shake an answer from her.
“Tell me, Deirdre!”
Her sobs breaking through, she choked out the words,
“Aislinn is . . . missing.”
It felt as though time suspended in that moment. Her words
made no sense.
How could that be? Aislinn is not missing. It is not even
possible.
I searched her face fer some sign she was jesting me, though
why she would jest about such a thing, I could not understand.
“What do you mean, Aislinn is . . . missing?” Now I
couldn’t seem to quite get the words out.
She started sobbing again, more uncontrollably and fortunately
her mother walked up just then and took her back into the house to console her.
Fergus approached, looking wearily at me frantic expression.
“Donovan,” he greeted me with a nod of his head.
“Good day, Fergus,” I reciprocated his congenial gesture,
though I scarcely had the patience fer niceties at that moment. “Now can you
explain to me what is going on?”
From the weary expression he wore, me heart instantly sank
into me gut, me fear that Deirdre was not merely exaggerating confirmed. “When
Deirdre went into Aislinn’s bedchamber this morning, she was not there,” Fergus
stated plainly.
I felt as though he had left me hanging. There had to be
more to it than that.
“And . . .” I prompted, hoping he would recall some vital
information he had forgotten.
“That is really all anyone knows, Donovan,” Fergus replied
apologetically.
“Well, was the entire manor searched?” I interrogated. He
nodded his head.
“The stables! You know how she loves the horses and
animals. We will search them immediately!” I declared, grasping fer the
solution to this impossibility.
Fergus looked at me penitently. “They were searched, as
well, Donovan.”
I stared at him, then went to speak again, but was promptly
interrupted. “You have my deepest regrets, Donovan, but please do believe we
have searched the entirety of the immediate vicinity. Aislinn is nowhere to be
found.”
His words sounded so final. But that cannot be all there
is to it. No, I will never accept that. She has to be somewhere!
Fer the next month, I devoted me every waking moment
searching the entire west of Éire fer Aislinn. I
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