Henry
My trip to Melrose lasted longer than the initial ten days. I was advising my friend George Thorpe on a farm he was thinking of buying. It was going to be a quick trip, but he insisted on seeing the town, delaying our return to Bibury, a small village in the county of Gloucestershire¹.
I was looking in the window of a hat store, wondering if I should get my sister a present, when a commotion took over the town. I watched as a series of gypsies ran past me, starting a performance in the main square.
I didn't care, it wasn't something that appealed to me. But George was enthralled by everything that was going on. I returned my attention to the store window when I felt a small body collide with mine.
I stopped the young woman from falling, holding her by the arm. She was a magnificent creature, her well-drawn eyes showing an almost wild glint, her long black hair loose under a burgundy bandana and her tanned skin standing out, making all the others look pale and dull.
After a brief curtsy, she ducked through the crowd, running towards the square. I couldn't help but follow her, watching as a man pushed her towards the church door. The gesture annoyed me, but the young woman soon recovered, starting a dance that was probably the most beautiful and indecent thing I had ever witnessed.
Although my gaze was drawn to the occasional glimpse of her legs, I tried to concentrate on every detail of the young dancer until the reverend's arrival broke up the party and, snapping me out of my state of fascination, I discreetly walked away, determined to return to the hotel where we were staying. This was our last day in the city, we would be leaving before dawn.
" Where were you? " George asked " You've disappeared.
" I saw something that caught my eye " I said no " I'm sorry.
" Reverend Gillies seems to be very strict " he commented, watching the gypsies flee.
" "He has to make sure that his flock isn't contaminated by immorality," I explained. " Generally, everyone is afraid of that.
" Do you? " He asked nonchalantly, stepping back a little.
" I'm not a reverend," I scoffed.
It was at that moment that things became strange. Once again I found myself with that gypsy woman, her husky voice coupled with that smile she flashed while her fingernail traced lines on the palm of my hand gave me goosebumps. How could someone be so beautiful?
Watching her being dragged away by that man really bothered me, what was her life like? Did he mistreat her? Did he mean anything to her?
I bent down to pick up the ribboned tambourine she had dropped, watching her go.
" "You shouldn't get involved," George commented, coming back to me.
" Of course " I muttered, watching the tambourine in my hand.
" Are you going to keep this? " my friend frowned.
" Let's go back to the hotel," I said, getting back on the road, still watching the tambourine.
The rest of the day passed slowly, I couldn't forget that gypsy woman's husky voice, the exotic way she pronounced every word, a mixture of a Scottish accent and something else I couldn't identify.
That woman was fascinating.
Once again I caught myself looking at her tambourine, it would be a good reminder of our brief encounter, as it was unlikely that we would ever meet again. Our brief relationship would end there, and I didn't even know her name.
We had a nice dinner and retired early, we would leave with the sunrise the next day, we should make the most of the time for the trip. We would spend the night in Preston before getting back on the road the next day. If all went well, we would arrive in Bibury in two days.
In the morning we followed our plan, renting a simple carriage that would take us halfway, where we would change drivers. We thought we'd have a smooth journey, but we were hit by turbulence a few minutes into our journey, and soon afterwards the driver stopped the horses.
" What happened? " George asked through the small window at the front of the carriage.
" Forgive me, sir " the man asked " The young lady suddenly appeared.
Did we hit someone?
I got out of the carriage and looked around, finding a girl on her back, picking up some gold pieces from the road.
" We narrowly missed her, sir " the driver warned.
" Are you hurt? " I approached carefully; from her clothes, it was one of the gypsies.
What happened to her?
The young woman turned towards me, surprising me. Her skin was sooty, some of her clothes were burnt and her face was streaked with tears. Her terrified look as she tried to walk away confused me. She didn't seem willing to walk away yesterday.
Muttering something in a language I didn't understand, she turned towards the forest. Her body tensed as she heard some voices among the trees. I followed her gaze, noticing what looked like a fire some distance away, the voices becoming clearer as the gypsy's terror grew with each passing moment.
" It was all for nothing " she whispered, taking a step back.
I don't understand what's going on, but it was clear that I couldn't leave her. Something is terribly wrong here.
" "Get in the carriage," I indicated, putting my hand on her shoulder.
" No " she pulled away abruptly " You're one of them!
" One of them? " I asked, shocked.
She was indecisive, alternating her gaze between the carriage and the forest, probably wondering what her chances of escape were.
" I don't know who they are " I tried once more " But I'm not going to hurt you.
" "I'm sure it was the gypsy from the square," someone said, causing her to take a step towards me.
" Come on " I led her, this time without protest, to the carriage.
George stared at us in alarm as I closed the curtains and indicated to the driver to get us moving.
We didn't get very far before a man running outside shouted something in Scots at the driver. He stopped the carriage once again, replying in the same language.
" Get on the ground " I whispered to the young woman " and keep quiet.
She obeyed me without arguing, shrinking into the little space available. I opened the curtain, watching the man standing there by my window. A few others were standing a considerable distance away, watching what was happening.
" Can I help you?
" We're looking for a gypsy " he indicated with a heavy accent " Did you see her pass by?
" I'm sorry, we didn't see anything " I denied it " We're just passing through.
" We found a gold bracelet on the road " the man insisted.
" Yesterday in town was the only time we met any gypsies, Sir " George replied " Did the girl do something?
" "She ran away," he shrugged. "Reverend Gillies has decided to bring forward this year's gypsy hunt.
My gaze went instinctively to the ground, the young gypsy girl displayed the purest terror in her gaze.
" We burned down their camp and managed to kill a few " he went on nonchalantly " but that girl escaped from one of those wagons when we set it on fire.
Did you try to burn her alive?
I watched his sooty face again, again soaked with tears.
" Sorry, gentlemen, we have a long journey to Bristol " George interrupted the man with a hard stare, while I clenched my fists, feeling my blood boil.
How can you organize a human hunt?
" Right, right " The man knocked on the side of the carriage " Have a good trip, gentlemen.
I closed the curtain again, as the driver set us in motion once more. I helped her get up from the floor and sit next to me, as George was sitting facing me.
" Bristol? " I looked at my friend.
" It's better they don't know where we're going," he quipped.
" Are you hurt? " I asked the gypsy sitting next to me without getting an answer.
She stared at the bag resting on her lap, looking astonished.
" Can you tell us what happened? " George tried in vain.
" Can you at least tell us your name? " I asked, which attracted her attention.
She stared at me for a while before taking a deep breath.
" Emma... Ferguson " She bit her lip " My name is Emma Ferguson.”
Ferguson? That's the surname of an important family in Edinburgh. Why would a gypsy call herself that?
HenryWe couldn't get anything else out of Emma, she remained silent throughout the journey to Preston. We attracted a bit of attention when we arrived at the small inn where we would be spending the night.Emma seemed out of place as I guided her to a private room where we could talk in private. " Are you hungry? " I asked without getting an answer. Emma remained standing in the same spot, observing the place with a certain discomfort." We're going to spend the night here, Ms. Ferguson " I insisted " Why don't you sit down?She took a few uncertain steps, sitting down in a chair that was further away than I wanted. I went over to where she was, taking the seat next to her." I hope your quarters are to your liking," I said, trying to make conversation." I've never been in a room before " she looked into my eyes." Where did you sleep? " I took advantage of the little space she had given me." In my vardo " she smiled." What's a Vardo? " I was interested." A kind of carriage, I
EmmaI was just finishing getting ready after breakfast. The sun had already risen, and we would soon be leaving for Bibury, so I didn't want to delay my benefactors. They were extremely attentive to me, and their manners were so kind. I think gentlemen are all like that.They must consider me a savage."Why does this have to be so difficult? "I groaned as I tried to follow Mr. Thorpe's advice and fix my hair.The fact that my hand was burnt didn't help either, it was stinging badly, in some places it had blistered, in others it was raw flesh.I stared at the burn for a few moments, thinking about everything that had happened. In a matter of hours everything had been taken away from me, my home, my family, my whole life. The only thing I have left are a few changes of clothes and jewelry that I can't wear. A knock on the door brought me out of my reverie. I opened it, finding the maid who had helped me yesterday, I had never even dreamed of having a maid before. She was a few years o
Emma "Ohhh... I'll go... "Mr. Thorpe looked disconcerted "I'll find a place for your bag."Sorry "I turned away immediately when I heard the door close.Don't forget that you're no longer with your family, Emma."It's all right "he looked away."That was completely inappropriate "I continued "Forgive me."Shall we get a suitcase? "He suggested after a few moments in silence."Yes "I bit my lip, trying to wipe my face as best I could. "We can go."Please "He offered me a tissue.I took it, wiping away my tears, feeling a little disconcerted. None of this was supposed to happen. We were supposed to be heading for the next town, all my family, all together. But here I am, heading for a life that I can't even imagine."Come on "he led me to the door "let's get you some things.I followed him in silence, holding his handkerchief. I'd have to give it back at some point. But if only I could keep it.We left the inn and walked side by side towards the town. His handkerchief was still in my
HenryI felt bewildered after Emma's short walk around the city. That young woman had affected me more in two days than any of the young women in Bibury or Bath in my entire life.I went back to my room trying to put her out of my mind, but that moment alone only served to make me replay those moments. She seemed rather embarrassed when she found out that I was going to present her with a hat, and as we walked through the city, I constantly admired her as she watched everything with fascination. Emma was convinced that she didn't attract any attention, but I noticed every glance at her, her unique and beautiful features set her apart from other young English women. No, she would never go unnoticed.I opened my suitcase, locating the small tambourine she had dropped the day we met. I should give it back.I put it back, deciding to get out of there to get rid of those thoughts. My only intention is to help her. I need to keep that in mind. I joined George in the living room, absent-mi
HenryIn the end, we decided that Emma had been left in the care of an old, sick lady after losing her family in a fire. She begged us to bring her with us because she wouldn't be able to support her for so long. If they asked for any other details, we could make them up on the spot.We tried to teach Emma everything we could, answering all her questions, and towards the end of the afternoon, we went for another walk around the city. George once again offered his arm as a support for the young woman. The gesture bothered me a little, but I tried to push those feelings aside and concentrate on Emma's way of walking.She had a unique way about her, which helped her stand out from the others. Every step she took was graceful and fluid, it was as if she was all the time in the middle of one of her dance performances, where every movement was calculated to attract everyone's attention.I shouldn't let my attention get caught up in so many details. George is right, I'd better get away and a
Emma I felt a little reluctant to follow Ms. Crawford. What gave me some comfort was knowing that Henry would be back the next day. But I couldn't help feeling out of place in that house. Why does a single family need so much space? My whole old gang could live comfortably in this place. "How do you like it here? "Georgiana Crawford asked as we walked up the stairs. "It's a beautiful place "I commented "but I don't know it well enough to form an opinion. "I'll introduce you to everything "she opened a door "But for now, you can settle in here. Your quarters. "Really? "I looked around. My room at the inn was spacious and simple, but I didn't even know where to begin to describe this place. I walked over to an armchair next to the bed and put my suitcase there. "Perhaps you'd like to change," the young lady suggested. "It's still early, I can introduce you to the house and gardens until dinner time. I felt my face flush at the suggestion. Change your clothes? How can I, if this
EmmaWe soon reached the room, and Georgie helped me to lie down, then left with the promise that he would be back soon.Well, if Mr. Downey came with Henry, he would certainly take care of everything. He wouldn't let anything go wrong. That thought calmed me down a little.After lunch, Mrs. Crawford came with the dressmaker. She assured me that I would have new dresses soon, until then I could manage with the ones they had made for me.I eagerly awaited Henry's arrival, even though I knew he would probably come with the reverend, but when we finished dinner and he didn't show up, I began to understand that he wasn't coming. I kept the family company in the living room after dinner. Mr. Crawford asked Georgie to play the piano while I pretended to read a book. "Ms. Ferguson "Hill surprised me by approaching me with a note on a tray "This arrived for you.I accepted it, feeling everyone's eyes on me as I unfolded it."Ms. FergusonI'm sorry I didn't keep my promise to visit you toda
Emma"I don't want to be alone here," I sighed as I walked to the door. "Georgie is nice, but she doesn't understand me.""I promise to be more present, Miss Ferguson. I'm sorry for my absence," he assured, opening the door.I followed him out of the room, feeling Georgie's gaze immediately assessing us."Can we go?" she questioned, alternating her gaze between the two of us."Let's go," he led us to the door.The church wasn't far, so we walked there peacefully. Our small group attracted attention as we walked. Upon arriving, Georgie located her family, sitting with them. Henry guided me to a bench in front, where the reverend's wife was seated.I felt all eyes on me as we settled, George soon taking his place beside me, facing the other with a serious expression."I hope you're well, Miss Ferguson," he smiled friendly at me."I am, thank you, Mr. Thorpe," I frowned, strange by the interaction of the two friends."Dashwood, I believe this wasn't what we agreed upon," he whispered as