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people were all cheerful as they strolled through the cobbled lanes selling their wares, laughing and joking with each other, and me also, as I passed them by. Unlike the peasants’ buildings in English villages and towns, here people grew wild roses around their doorways, the smell of which was intoxicating. They seemed to love life, their homes, and more importantly each other – I adored it.
I purchased flowers, fruit, bread and cheese, I had no need of any of the goods, but I loved talking to the sellers, and for the first time in a very long time, I felt I was alive and above all else - normal.
Alas, of course, it could not last, and all too quickly it was time for me to begin the long journey to England. I chose five servants to accompany me; two girls, one being a young girl called Marie, and the other was the naked girl from Louis’ live feast. I had healed the slash across her wrist with my own blood, and had insisted on tending to her needs myself. In doing so, I had grown attached to her, and she too felt the bond we shared, for she followed me constantly – her name was Jeanne. The men I chose to accompany us were: two young stable hands, both of whom were named Jean, and a third, who was a strong and ruthless man of arms known as Andre.
It was with regret that I bade farewell to my new friends at the chateau. I left with my troop of servants, jewels, and the treasures and cloths I had taken from the chateau hidden in the cart that followed behind me. I vowed I would soon return, but I would not be alone, for if I was to have my way, then I would be returning, accompanied by my son.
It took several weeks to cross the countryside of France and reach the port of Calais. Of course, when I had made my way across the landscape the last time, I had had no view of the places that I passed. Now the glorious landscapes that we rode through mesmerized me. France was a charming country, and although I knew that England would always be my first love, I had started to believe that I would be able to make this country my home on my return.
Likewise, my journey back across the English Channel was somewhat different. Instead of being barricaded into the bowels of hell, below decks, where rats gnawed on my sick and decaying body, I walked along the deck of the ship, my hair blowing in the wind, the smell of the ocean breeze tantalizingly sweet on the air. It was, I believe, on that return journey that my lifelong love of the ocean began.
At night I would creep up to the deck, and holding on to the wood at the stern of the ship, I would inhale the freedom that I knew lurked beneath the rolling waves. One night, a storm swirled in the depths below, and the ship rolled high and low. I held so tight to the wood that my nails dug in, but I laughed, and I felt as if I was at one with the elements, I was part of the raging wildness, and I belonged.
Before very long, as with all things, my journey ended. The ship I traveled upon glided past the magnificent white cliffs of Dover. Although the vessel was a little battered and limping from the storm, it was still strong, and more than ready to conquer the beast on its return journey.
I too was slightly battered and weather-worn, but I was stronger than ever before, and finally, I had returned home to free my son.
Part Three
Chapter Fourteen
I returned to grounds of Vanike Manor in the April of 1559. The sun shone lightly through the trees, casting sparkling light and contrasting dark shadows on the beautiful English landscape. My heart constricted with love for my homeland.
Of course, it would be impossible for me to enter the manor, so instead I stayed on the outskirts of the estate, hoping for a glimpse of Henry, but dreading that I would see Robert. Robert’s warning still echoed with clarity inside my head, and I knew that he would fulfill his promise to kill me. If he so much as
I purchased flowers, fruit, bread and cheese, I had no need of any of the goods, but I loved talking to the sellers, and for the first time in a very long time, I felt I was alive and above all else - normal.
Alas, of course, it could not last, and all too quickly it was time for me to begin the long journey to England. I chose five servants to accompany me; two girls, one being a young girl called Marie, and the other was the naked girl from Louis’ live feast. I had healed the slash across her wrist with my own blood, and had insisted on tending to her needs myself. In doing so, I had grown attached to her, and she too felt the bond we shared, for she followed me constantly – her name was Jeanne. The men I chose to accompany us were: two young stable hands, both of whom were named Jean, and a third, who was a strong and ruthless man of arms known as Andre.
It was with regret that I bade farewell to my new friends at the chateau. I left with my troop of servants, jewels, and the treasures and cloths I had taken from the chateau hidden in the cart that followed behind me. I vowed I would soon return, but I would not be alone, for if I was to have my way, then I would be returning, accompanied by my son.
It took several weeks to cross the countryside of France and reach the port of Calais. Of course, when I had made my way across the landscape the last time, I had had no view of the places that I passed. Now the glorious landscapes that we rode through mesmerized me. France was a charming country, and although I knew that England would always be my first love, I had started to believe that I would be able to make this country my home on my return.
Likewise, my journey back across the English Channel was somewhat different. Instead of being barricaded into the bowels of hell, below decks, where rats gnawed on my sick and decaying body, I walked along the deck of the ship, my hair blowing in the wind, the smell of the ocean breeze tantalizingly sweet on the air. It was, I believe, on that return journey that my lifelong love of the ocean began.
At night I would creep up to the deck, and holding on to the wood at the stern of the ship, I would inhale the freedom that I knew lurked beneath the rolling waves. One night, a storm swirled in the depths below, and the ship rolled high and low. I held so tight to the wood that my nails dug in, but I laughed, and I felt as if I was at one with the elements, I was part of the raging wildness, and I belonged.
Before very long, as with all things, my journey ended. The ship I traveled upon glided past the magnificent white cliffs of Dover. Although the vessel was a little battered and limping from the storm, it was still strong, and more than ready to conquer the beast on its return journey.
I too was slightly battered and weather-worn, but I was stronger than ever before, and finally, I had returned home to free my son.
Part Three
Chapter Fourteen
I returned to grounds of Vanike Manor in the April of 1559. The sun shone lightly through the trees, casting sparkling light and contrasting dark shadows on the beautiful English landscape. My heart constricted with love for my homeland.
Of course, it would be impossible for me to enter the manor, so instead I stayed on the outskirts of the estate, hoping for a glimpse of Henry, but dreading that I would see Robert. Robert’s warning still echoed with clarity inside my head, and I knew that he would fulfill his promise to kill me. If he so much as
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