I remembered all too well how tiring the transfer through time was. I’d also needed time to adjust. I led her to my bed and helped her get comfortable. Elizabeth hadn’t been notified of my return and she wouldn’t be looking for me until it was time to dress for dinner. This gave Isabelle a few hours of rest before we had to worry about her presence in my room.
I moved around the room as quietly as I could so as not to disturb her. Even though I’d been the recipient of Isabelle’s surprise visit, I was still anxious to learn as much as I could about Margaret. After fingering through her meager belongings, I sat in one of the armless baroque chairs placed against the wall opposite the room’s entry. I took a moment to admire the remarkable comfort of the seating while stroking the thick floor to ceiling tapestry that hung on the wall. Its intricate wooded scene was breathtaking. I couldn’t resist running my hand along the artful design. I became so obsessed with following the fine lines of the artwork that I stood to make it easier. As I did, the heel of my riding boot slipped from beneath me and I lost my balance. Rather than catching myself with my hand against the wall, I fell even further as I quickly discovered that the tapestry was covering a large opening in the wall.
I was about to look behind it when I heard Elizabeth in the adjoining sitting room of my suite. I couldn’t believe how the time flew by. She was obviously coming to help me dress for dinner. I looked out at the position of the sun and was surprised to see that it wasn’t in the right position to indicate the approaching dinner hour.
I looked worriedly at Isabelle as she lay peacefully on my bed. Panic was creeping in. How would I explain her presence to the household? I’d been so focused on studying Margaret’s belongings that I hadn’t taken the time to devise a story. My heartbeat wildly as I listened to Elizabeth approaching my door. She wasn’t alone. I assumed it was a servant with my bath. I went riding, after all. My mind raced at what to do. Memories of my lessons with Isabelle flooded forth. Thoughts and ideas of magic she hadn’t even gone over were almost overwhelming.
Without even thinking I said in a firm, hushed voice, “In the light of day or the dark of night, hide this woman from their sight. If by chance her face they see, let it look exactly like me.”
I watched the energies swirl around Isabelle’s peaceful body as her dark features transformed into my light ones. Satisfied, I slid into the opening behind the tapestry just before Elizabeth entered the room.
I heard her gasp and shush the servant accompanying her when she saw my friend and mentor’s sleeping form.
“I had no idea m’ lady was returned,” she whispered. “Be as silent as you can, Garth. ‘Twill not do to disturb her rest.”
I heard heavy footsteps cross the wide planked floor toward my bed. I held my breath and waited.
“She looks the angel,” Garth whispered. “I have ne’r been this close before.”
“You should not be so now. Be about your business and be gone,” Elizabeth snapped.
I listened intently to the bustling of Garth and Elizabeth as they prepared my bath and laid out my clothes. I worried over the fact that their activity did nothing to disturb Isabelle. I wanted to check on her to make sure she was okay and prayed the servants would leave soon.
To my dismay, Garth left, but Elizabeth stayed behind.
I had no idea what to do. It was only a matter of time before Isabelle woke up. With Elizabeth in the room, I certainly couldn’t just pop out from behind the tapestry. I had no idea what was behind me, but it seemed like a deep dark hollow or corridor. It was definitely creepy. I didn’t like the feeling I got while hiding there and it had nothing to do with the fact that I’d cast a spell to disguise Isabelle and I wasn’t sure how long it would hold. There was something about this hidden room or hallway that bothered me. It was more than the fact that it was dark and dank. Since the castle was primarily built of stone and there was no electricity, dark and dank was a common thing in rooms that didn’t have a fire or proper window for light and ventilation.
I heard Elizabeth gently waking Isabelle and I went into action. No longer was I thinking about the fact that Isabelle looked like me. No longer was I worried about how I’d explain Isabelle’s presence to Elizabeth. My only concern was the danger to Isabelle should she be woken from her slumber too soon. I leapt from behind the tapestry and grabbed Elizabeth from behind, placing my hand firmly on her mouth to muffle her startled screams.
I was about three inches shorter than Margaret’s lady’s maid. The heels of my boots gave me some added height, but the height difference still made it difficult to maintain leverage as she struggled to be free. I was grateful for the martial arts training Duncan insisted I take after the mugging. It helped me throw her off balance and sit on top of her until she calmed down enough for me to release her.
The shocked look on Elizabeth’s face would have been classic, had I not known how superstitious people of that era could be. I’d grown fond of Margaret’s personal maid in the short time I’d been there. had no desire to frighten her like I clearly was. My heart went out to her as I scrambled for an explanation for the situation. There seemed to be none except the truth.
So, I told it.
To my surprise, Elizabeth calmed down almost immediately. She confided that the Margaret-Jane she knew before going to the future and coming back with amnesia was able to perform such spells. To my surprise, the girl was totally comfortable with it. She was actually more comfortable with the spells than she was with the concept of my not being Lady Margaret. That, she told me, was impossible.
Apparently, not only did I have a face that was identical to Lady Margaret’s face and a name that matched hers as well, but I had marks in the same places on my body. I had to agree with her that it was a bit odd. I had no explanation for it. None at all.
Isabelle slowly roused during my tussle with Elizabeth and managed to catch most of our conversation.
“I can explain it, if you wish,” she said softly, “but first, can you undo the spell. It feels rather odd to be you,” she smiled.
I eagerly retracted the words I’d spoken and smiled as my beautiful friend resurfaced. Elizabeth gasped in appreciation and then affection.
“Greetings, m’ lady, it has been some time since you graced us with your presence,” the excited gentle woman said as she curtsied deeply.
I looked on curiously, but said nothing. Through my experiences on this journey, I’d learned firsthand that observation often times provided more answers than questions.
“Ah, I see you have met my mother,” Isabelle said sweetly. “Alas, although I appear to be Rosalie, I am not she. I am Isabelle, daughter of Rosalie Johanna Remoras who reigns over the Spanish world of magic as queen. She is powerful, beauteous, loving, fair, and most of all, a dear woman.”
Elizabeth stood up and walked closer to the bed.
“The resemblance is so that I could not tell you are not she. Now that I look closer, there are some differences; although very slight,” she said calmly.
“From my father,” Isabelle chuckled. “He is a privateer. Did you know this?”
“I have heard it spoken, but knew not if ‘twas to be believed,” my attendant replied demurely.
“Believe every word,” Isabelle said wistfully. “He is the one person my mother cannot control. It is probably why she loves him so.”
“When did he die?” I asked.
“Oh, he is not dead yet,” Isabelle replied, “Nor is my mother. In fact, I should not yet be born.”
“Yes, I forgot, sorry,” I muttered, suddenly feeling foolish.
“It is an easy thing to forget,” Isabelle sighed.
“May I ask something m’ lady?” Elizabeth directed her question to Isabelle.
“Of course,” she replied.
“You appear unwell. What causes you to arrive here a sickly adult instead of the wee babe that you should be?” Elizabeth asked hesitantly.
I held my breath. I knew the answer, but I still dreaded hearing it come from my friend’s lips.
“I have been in the future with Lady Margaret and Lord Duncan,” Isabelle said to Elizabeth while locking eyes with me.
I received her telepathic message to keep quiet, loud, and clear. Of course she would claim me as Margaret. Until we knew what happened to her and had a clearer picture of our own future, it was probably best to keep certain things to ourselves. I was feeling a little overwhelmed with the information we’d already shared and was grateful not to have to divulge any more.
Elizabeth looked at me cautiously as she said, “You mentioned nothing about finding Lord Duncan.”
“I remembered nothing,” I replied and then addressed Isabelle. “I have been suffering amnesia since my return. Perhaps you will be able to shed light on the darkness I have been living in.”
“I will do my very best,” Isabelle replied as she lay back against the pillows Elizabeth had painstakingly puffed and fluffed. “For now, I must rest.”
My water was cold by the time we realized we’d better get me dressed and down to dinner before someone came looking for me. I shivered through my bath like a trooper and dressed as quickly as possible. It was of the utmost importance to keep Isabelle’s presence a secret. Elizabeth proved a valuable ally in this cause. Her admiration and reverence for Rosalie spilled onto Isabelle. There was nothing the lady’s maid wouldn’t do to guarantee my friend’s safety. Although grateful, I couldn’t help being a little jealous. I got the impression that if it came to a choice between saving Isabelle or me, I’d lose.With Isabelle tucked safely away under the watchful eye of Elizabeth, I went about my daily routine as Lady Margaret while I furthered my discoveries of the type of person she was. I learned that she’d been born into a magical family. When I learned her parents were kin to the faeries, b
I don’t know how long I was in that cart or to where we traveled because we either went over an enormous rut and I hit my head and passed out, or someone hit my head for me. Whatever the means, I was unconscious for a while. When I awoke the sac was off my head, my arms were free, and I was in a large cage at the edge of the woods with six other battle worn females. After a series of cautious questions, I learned that we were all convicted of witchcraft and were to be hanged at dawn.I experienced a whirlwind of emotions.I feared for my life.I feared for Isabelle’s life.I longed to have Duncan come rescue me.I missed Duncan.I hated Duncan.I regretted meeting Duncan.I regretted falling in love with Duncan.I still loved Duncan, even though he was a shit who hooked up with me because Margaret was no longer available.I regretted trying to save him.
I found it humorous and fitting that I spent my evening in my room dining on oxtail soup; although it was far tastier and more robust than anything the cook at the inn provided. We always got the broth that was left over after she’d ladled the thick chunks of meat and vegetables to the paying guest. The occasional chunk of meat and vegetable were far and few between. The bread the estate’s bakery produced was light and crusty and the sweet butter couldn’t be compared with. It struck me for the first time that I’d been eating organic the entire time I was there. Even my watered down oxtail soup and crusty stale bread at the inn had been free of preservatives. Between the clean food, fresh air, and enforced exercise, I had to admit I felt better. I wondered if the benefits of this lifestyle on my body would teleport with me into the future or if I’d return to the Jane I was prior to my little adventure.I’d decided to
I’d been awake for hours before Elizabeth entered my room with hot chocolate and warm sweet buns. I had to admit that there were some things about my time there that I’d miss. Their hot chocolate was chocolate mixed with water instead of milk. It had a bitter base and was sweetened with an oversized dollop of whipped sweet cream and their warm sweet buns would rival any bakery in Manhattan.I felt good. This was the day I was going home. Bye-bye eighteenth century, hello twenty-first century. I felt excited, yet relaxed. Since I was never one to eat in bed, after a long cat-like stretch, I climbed out of bed and padded over to the small table Elizabeth set my breakfast tray on.“Today is the day I return,” I managed between alternating mouthfuls of sweet bun and hot chocolate.“Yes, m’ lady,” she replied hesitantly.I questioned Elizabeth about her hesitancy and, once again, she
The sun was setting.Elizabeth and I sat huddled together in one of the oh-so-familiar cages they placed their witch trial victims in to await hanging. It was dark when Vivian captured me the first time and tossed me into the confines of death. I’d had little opportunity to really inspect the cell’s composition and structure.This one appeared pretty much like the other. The bars were made of iron and spaced eight to ten inches apart. It was fortunate that none of the captive’s height exceeded six feet or they wouldn’t have been able to stand upright. The cage was slightly more crowded than my previous prison, making it difficult to tolerate the stench of dirt and sweat that was inevitable on such poor mistreated creatures as we.The one difference I noted in the construction of the iron cell block was a major one and probably sealed our fate. Elizabeth managed to rescue me by slicing through the leather hinges on
I awoke to the savory aroma of venison roasting over an open fire pit. An elderly woman stood diligently rotating the spit with a slow steady arm. My stomach roared in response to the savory aroma that filled the night air.I sat up with a start when I realized it was night. I’d slept the day away and had no clue where I was. I also didn’t see Duncan or Elizabeth. Panic threatened to overtake me until I finally laid eyes on Anna walking toward me with a smile and a mug of frothy grog.Relieved that I was free and more than likely in her coven’s camp, I accepted the grog gratefully. It was sweet with a bit of bitterness and a mild bite as it slid down my throat. I reminded myself to pace my drinking since my stomach walls were suctioned to each other from the hours of enforced fasting. The grog could easily get the better of me.A warm soothing sensation filled my being by the time I’d drank
After a tasty and hearty breakfast, I joined Lady Helen in the forest for some private instructions on how to be Lady Margaret, as well as to give her an idea of my magical powers and wisdom. She was more than a little surprised to discover how limited my knowledge was in comparison to my potential. I did my best to explain what life in the twenty-first century was like and how the magical arts became an underground fad over the centuries; only to start resurfacing as acceptable a few years ago. Even with the resurfacing, the acceptance was still not widespread, but at least no one was hanged or jailed for practicing it.My tutor was overcome with emotions as she embraced the concept of being able to perform magic and worship in the open without being hanged and not exercising that right. It was something she just couldn’t fathom. The thought of people taking for granted the gifts of the gods and goddesses was almost as distressing as being hange
The star filled night reminded me of a quilt my friend Linda kept over her bed. Its deep navy background created the perfect palate for the brilliant white and gold stars that were too many to count. Linda’s quilt didn’t twinkle with life like the night sky did, but that was the only difference. Whoever crafted that quilt did a fine job of capturing the essence of a starry night.As we approached the circle, the apprehension I’d been nursing about the ruse Helen and I were playing rose within me. This was not any ordinary group of people. This was a group of people who had magical abilities. Grant it some had stronger abilities than others, but they all had them to some level. I had no desire to anger any of them and find out who knew what.Lady Helen seemed oblivious to the risks we were taking as she walked boldly into the center of the circle. Or perhaps she just didn’t care. She held her hands up in the air and silence swep
It was a week since I’d convinced Duncan to speed up my recovery by giving me some of his blood. He’d hesitated for fear of Rosalie’s concern of my turning vampire would occur, but he eventually gave in. I really didn’t need his blood to heal. I was healing well without it, but I didn’t tell him that. When I had Duncan’s blood flowing through my veins all of my senses were heightened and my powers more acute. I needed all the advantage I could get for what I was about to do.I’d managed to connect with Elizabeth’s spirit. She wasn’t as easy to summon as Isabelle’s, but I eventually managed. My heart ached as she told me how Lady Margaret learned of her association with me and arranged to have her killed. She laughed at the irony of how she’d feared losing her life to her vampire brother instead of her human mistress. The danger of being in Rufus’ company was so blatantl
Isabelle stood next to me while we watched Lady Helen enter the tent and then flee back out of it shouting for help. Duncan cradled my limp body in his arms and rocked me back and forth. He was clearly at a loss of what to do.Rosalie rushed into the tent with Lady Helen close at her heels. She inspected my eyes and my breathing and announced I was still alive, but just barely. She rambled in outraged Spanish and Isabelle translated it to me. Apparently she was repremanding my almost dead body for being foolish enough to donate blood when the miscarriage took more than it should to begin with. She claimed I had barely enough blood flowing in my veins to support me after such an ordeal, let alone revive a vampire. I’m pretty sure she called me stupid, although Isabelle woundn’t own up to it if she did.I listened while they debated what to do. I was so close to death that if Duncan revived me with his blood the
I held tight while her dragon carried us swiftly back to her encampment. During the flight, she filled me in on what happened during my absence.Duncan went into a rage, declaring his regrets about allowing us to convince him to let me go into the cave in his stead. This information was of no surprise to me. Even so, I was sorry to hear it.Lady Margaret was brought before the coven and her powers were bound. She was then handed over to the Earl of Winter Spring to do with as he will. The fact that she’d tried to kill his only heir and caused him to become vampire didn’t sit well with the earl. Although it was a crime punishable by death, he sent her to the dungeon instead. A kind man by nature, he couldn’t bring himself to hang the girl he’d accepted as his ward and helped raise.I’d lost track of the time and learned they’d been looking for me for the better part of a month. Rosalie actually complemen
It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop on the grass twenty feet below. I was sure of it. This type of silence was abnormal and concerned me. I’d been locked in my room since Rufus discovered me at the cave, with only the information Elizabeth was able to share with me to tell me what was happening in the outside world. She’d yet to come to my room, so I waited impatiently.She was late.It was near noon before a strange serving woman brought my food to me. Since I was ravenous from not eating since the night before, combined with being pregnant with vampire child, I dove into my fare with very little thought as to why Elizabeth still hadn’t come to my room or why this strange serving woman was bringing me food.I failed to monitor my food intake and was soon feeling ill from gorging myself with a trencher made of fresh, crusty bread that was filled with perfectly seasoned mutton stew. I’d left nothing behi
I was angry.I was angry at Duncan because he hadn’t mated with me vampire style to assure I’d be considered his.I was angry at Rufus because he had mated with me so many times since he’d brought me from the cave to his estate that I’d lost count.I was angry with Elizabeth because she wandered in and out of the room to tend to my needs, yet didn’t believe she could help me escape.I was angry with Rosalie for not being strong enough to battle and win against a dozen vampire witches by remote.I was angry with Isabelle for dying.I was angry with myself for stupidly being the catalyst for all of this by going back in time.In short, I was just angry.On top of that, my entire body ached.I was never as grateful to have Duncan’s vampire blood in me as I was when Rufus bedded me with such fury that I wondered if I’d survive. I’m sure, my body having only re
I did my best to hide my nervousness as I walked into the mouth of the cave that felt more like the lion’s den. Elizabeth saw to it that I was dressed from head to toe in Margaret’s wardrobe. Her feet were slightly smaller than mine and the shoes pinched, but Rosalie was adamant that every article of clothing on my body have the vibration of the high priestess only. Vampires could smell and hear so much better than people. They had a sense of simply knowing that astounded the witches. Even with the precautions we were taking, there was still a good possibility one of them might discover the ruse for what it was.Capturing Lady Margaret was a relatively simple task. Duncan’s father simply sent her a request to meet in the family’s private library. Not realizing he was aware of her true nature, she walked right into the trap. Elizabeth confided that she worried what might happen, should Lady Margaret be exonerated by the coven, bu
I was blissfully displaying my gorgeous engagement ring to anyone with a pair of eyes willing to admire it when Isabelle finally raised the question of what to do about both Lady Margaret and Lord Rufus.According to vampire law, Lord Rufus was first to impregnate me and therefore was my official husband. Since it was rare for a vampire to find a mortal he or she wanted to mate with, this was a law that was supported and held sacred by every vampire on the planet. Every vampire except Duncan, that is. Duncan stayed away from other vampires as much as possible while integrating with mortals on a daily basis in an attempt to lessen his vampirism. Even so, just because he seldom associated with them, it was still necessary to abide by the laws put forth for vampires; which was why he’d agonized so heavily over what to do about me. My only saving grace was the fact that I’d aborted the child before Rufus learned of his actual success. He only had his
Duncan resembled a waxed doll when they laid him on the cot in the back of Rosalie’s enormous tent. I searched for signs of life. His chest showed signs of shallow breaths being taken. Shallow breaths meant he still had life. I’d take that for now.He needed to feed immediately and it had to be human blood. Knowing how he felt about drinking the blood of humans, I asked if there was another way to save him. There wasn’t.This was my fault. If I hadn’t come back into the past, Duncan would be safe in the future, as would Isabelle. My foolish, thoughtless actions caused the death of a dear friend, and possibly the death of the one true love of my life. It didn’t matter that he was no longer in love with me. Through him, I’d experienced a love I never thought possible and I would always remember that.I took a deep breath and looked around. Rosalie had put the word out f
I was excused to explore the camp while Rosalie sat with Helen and picked her brain of everything she knew about Margaret. It felt good to wander freely without fear of being abducted by crazy Vivian or now… Lord Rufus. I considered petitioning to be able to stay at the camp permanently once the danger for Duncan was removed. Since Duncan and I were no more and I was stuck in the past, it seemed like a great place to live out my days. I’d be able to interact with Isabelle as if she was flesh and not a semi-transparent apparition and I could continue my studies. It seemed like a plan.I stopped at the center market and chatted with the merchants selling their wares. Many of them came to the camp from nearby farms. Some were alive and traveled back and forth through dimensions, while others were in spirit and this was their home. I lost count of how many times I was warned not to leave the parameter of the encampment where Rosalie&rsqu