He’d always been there. For as long as she could remember, he had been a presence in her life. After all, his father’s land bordered theirs. Then one day he was gone. Some say he went to France to serve in the army, other’s were convinced he went off to sea on one of his family’s ships. She didn’t know. No one thought to tell her. The shame of it was, she hadn’t realize she loved him until he was gone.
And now he was back. Straight out of the blue clear sky. Walking in the village with her sister, she watched him go into the tavern. So much time had passed and he was no longer a boy of fourteen but a man of two and twenty, but she recognized him all the same. The way he wore his cap low over his straight brow. The set of his mouth as though chiselled in stone. It was Robin she was sure of it.
Making excuses she left the gaggle of female company she shared going into town to follow this strange man, convinced Robin had come home at last. Older and wiser now too, she had had her share of beau’s courting. None of those boys compared to Robin’s raw rugged strength. The way he seemed to always communicate without using words, especially those useless flowery words so common amongst the gentry. Many a night she had dreamed of what she would say to Robin should she see him again and now, at last, here was her chance.
Walking with his firm, steady gait, she had to rush, staying to the verge along the tree line just to keep him in view. When he moved off the track leading back to the Wagner’s family home, and into the forest, she didn’t hesitate to follow. Picking up her skirts, she rushed down the bank and entered the woodland striving to see and hear in the dense thickets.
Silence descended like a blanket. Cautiously she moved onward conscious of every crack of a tree branch. A few steps in a flock of birds rushed from overhead causing her to start with her heart pounding wildly. Moving forward, the trees seemed to close around her preventing her from going back the way she came. There was no sign of Robin. Visibility was limited to a few feet in the thick foliage. Holding the heavy skirt in one hand, her coin purse hung from her slender wrist, her other arms stretched forward to move branches aside in her attempt to follow. But follow what? A ghost? For he was gone. Had he been only an aberration? A figment of her imagination? What was she doing here? Chasing a dream. If Robin – if it was Robin and he wanted to see her, he knew where to find her.
She had been walking for some time now and was convinced she was lost. Likely going in circles with no notion of how to get out of the woods or even how to find where she came in. The deeper she went, the dimmer the light. Fear enveloped her as her pulse raced and her breath caught in her throat. She could feel a single tear trace down the curve of her cheek. “Oh, Robin,” she whispered. “Where are you when I need you?”
Through the gloom, strong, warm fingers laced with her own out stretched hand. “Here,” said the deep tenor voice she no longer recognized from the boy she once knew. “I’m right here, Victoria.”
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And now he was back. Straight out of the blue clear sky. Walking in the village with her sister, she watched him go into the tavern. So much time had passed and he was no longer a boy of fourteen but a man of two and twenty, but she recognized him all the same. The way he wore his cap low over his straight brow. The set of his mouth as though chiselled in stone. It was Robin she was sure of it.
Making excuses she left the gaggle of female company she shared going into town to follow this strange man, convinced Robin had come home at last. Older and wiser now too, she had had her share of beau’s courting. None of those boys compared to Robin’s raw rugged strength. The way he seemed to always communicate without using words, especially those useless flowery words so common amongst the gentry. Many a night she had dreamed of what she would say to Robin should she see him again and now, at last, here was her chance.
Walking with his firm, steady gait, she had to rush, staying to the verge along the tree line just to keep him in view. When he moved off the track leading back to the Wagner’s family home, and into the forest, she didn’t hesitate to follow. Picking up her skirts, she rushed down the bank and entered the woodland striving to see and hear in the dense thickets.
Silence descended like a blanket. Cautiously she moved onward conscious of every crack of a tree branch. A few steps in a flock of birds rushed from overhead causing her to start with her heart pounding wildly. Moving forward, the trees seemed to close around her preventing her from going back the way she came. There was no sign of Robin. Visibility was limited to a few feet in the thick foliage. Holding the heavy skirt in one hand, her coin purse hung from her slender wrist, her other arms stretched forward to move branches aside in her attempt to follow. But follow what? A ghost? For he was gone. Had he been only an aberration? A figment of her imagination? What was she doing here? Chasing a dream. If Robin – if it was Robin and he wanted to see her, he knew where to find her.
She had been walking for some time now and was convinced she was lost. Likely going in circles with no notion of how to get out of the woods or even how to find where she came in. The deeper she went, the dimmer the light. Fear enveloped her as her pulse raced and her breath caught in her throat. She could feel a single tear trace down the curve of her cheek. “Oh, Robin,” she whispered. “Where are you when I need you?”
Through the gloom, strong, warm fingers laced with her own out stretched hand. “Here,” said the deep tenor voice she no longer recognized from the boy she once knew. “I’m right here, Victoria.”
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