The Great

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POKES FUN WITH THE EMPRESS
THE GREAT a new historical comedy series that will start on Hulu May 15th starring Elle

The Great hits Hulu from May 15th this year

Fanning as Russian empress Catherine the Great and Nicholas Hoult as her husband Petter III of Russia. Hulu has released a new trailer which you can watch below and tell us what you think. Unlike most other series that

Nicholas Hoult plays crazy Russian Emperor Peter III

depicted the longest reigning Russian monarch, this one will do it with a touch of comedy incorporating historical facts only occasionally. The mini series will describe the beginnings of their arranged marriage and how, in order to leave

Elle Fanning has been chosen to wear the Russian imperial crown

her mark in history, ‘all’ she had to do was kill her husband, beat the church, baffle the military, and get the court onside. The ten episode series also stars our dearest Gwilym Lee from Jamestown and Sebastian de Souza from Medici!

The Noble Coachman – Chapter 24

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Chapter 24
Let’s Talk

 

Squeaks’ meeting was finally over with an affirmative answer.

“Father, I am going to take a ride with Kip, so we can discuss the Coachmen events. I will need your help and pick a friend of yours, also. We will talk when I return.

Kip was surprised that she took his arm leaving the kitchen. He had been shocked about the marriage comment to his Lordship. “Where to, your Grace?”

“To your home that I have never seen.”

“There is a reason for that. In fact, no one should ever see it.”

“Please.”

“Since you seem to have won the day with Stokes, who am I to tell you, no. You will ride in the coach until that plaster comes off.”

“Very well.”

 

Arriving at his home and stable, Squeaks marveled at it when he pulled to the back. This was Kip’s place. This was where he slept, ate, and changed into his fine tails. Then she noticed the stable. “Oh, Kip, this is very nice what you have done with your stable. It’s large, clean, and painted. I think it does look better than your home. Can I see the tack room?”

Kip was embarrassed taking her in there. His walls were covered with brushes and combs, oils and lotions for rubbing down the horses, special food barrels, and a lot of polishes for the coaches, many sets of harnesses and bridles, plus several saddles. It was a store within a stable.

“Kip, this is extraordinary. You even have horse brasses. Those are like jewelry on the horse. This is better than Lord Stokes’s stable, and he’s fairly prideful of his.”

“I have only had my horses to bestow gifts upon. Now I have you. I want to spoil you. I want to spoil you in many ways.”

“Kip, drivers cannot afford to be so carefree with their earnings. I assume you make a higher fare than most, but still, just spoil me with your love. I do not need gifts.”

Kip led her to the back door and into the kitchen thinking how he wanted to spoil her with his love. “The loo is upstairs.”

“I’ll see it when you show me through the house.”

Kip showed her through the base floor, which had the kitchen, a dining room, and a parlor. Upstairs, there was his bedroom and a second one, which was empty. “Here is the loo, Sweets. I pray I left it tolerable.”

“I will be down in a moment.” Before Squeaks pulled her trousers down, she looked at Kip’s accessories in the room. This was where he cleaned and shaved, perhaps standing naked after bathing. She quickly removed that image from her mind. It felt warm in there. Squeaks carried her boots instead of wearing them. She surprised Kip, being so quiet coming down the stairs without shoes. She watched for a moment while he tidied the parlor without being observed, then she startled him as he turned her way.

“I did not hear you come down . . . I see you carry your boots.”

“Can I see inside your wardrobe?”

“That’s a strange question. Are you asking to go back upstairs to my bedchamber?” He smiled.

“I am asking to go to your wardrobe.”

“Follow me.” Kip took her hand. “Set your boots.” He led her upstairs and into his room.

Before Kip opened his wardrobe closet, she walked over and looked at the jewelry on his chest of drawers.

Kip sweated that he had nothing of wealth showing. He had left most of that behind, except he did bring a gold watch that his sister had given him the year before she died. There was a ring that he liked, too. He did not see any of those pieces where she was looking.

Squeaks walked over to the wardrobe and waited for Kip to open the doors. She was determined to see if he had real Wellingtons. “I’m waiting,” she said.

Kip opened the door, showing several tailed outfits and half a dozen day livery uniforms.

“This is like your tack room … very well stocked. There they are,” she said, reaching down and tapping his Wellington boots. I knew you would have a pair. She started towards the door. Kip blocked her.

He wrapped both of his arms around her and walked her backward to the bed while kissing her. He laid her down gently and kicked off his own boots. “May I kiss you for a while?”

She nodded as words became stuck in her throat. He was going to overwhelm her. “Are you going to get mad at yourself again; upset that you cannot handle your own desires? Will you have a fear that you’re going to ruin me for someone else because I don’t know what love is, and you may not be the one? Are you going to brand me, whatever that means?”

“Probably.” Kip laid down beside Squeaks. He rested on his side, she on her back. Lightly he drew his fingers across her face feeling the smoothness to his touch. He looked into her eyes, stared at her mouth and fondled her hair. Kip sat up and took off his vest and cravat, so there was only his shirt between her and his skin. He noticed as she watched him remove his clothing, her little tongue peeped out to wet her lips. That was almost unbearably sensuous.

“Would you care to take off your jacket and be comfortable?”

“All right. Are we going to do … do it?”

He smiled broadly at her. “No, I told you we are not going to take things that far. Not for a long time.”

“I don’t think you can wait, Mr. Kipling. I seem to drive you mad.”

“You are in a cast. I thought I would wait until you felt the time was right. I’ve reconsidered that since you don’t seem to know where the boundaries are. We are not ready to blaze new trails. That is now a decision I will make. Just let me love you my way.”

Kip leaned down and parted her moist velvet lips. She opened to him, and that was the only invitation he needed. He swept the sweetness from her mouth. His tongue prowled hungrily, aimlessly, and possessively. She wrapped her one arm around him, acknowledging he had a right to be there. His body began to move against hers with the rhythm of his thrusting tongue. Squeaks reached for the V at the neck of his shirt and felt his hair at the top. He pulled his shirt from his trousers. She began to touch his chest.

Kip rolled her over on top of him, allowing her full access to whatever she wanted. Squeaks sat straddled across his manhood as she rested her hands on his breasts, feeling the hair tickle her fingers. He watched her eyes grow and the smile come out. He never had seen a woman enjoy him. She was chipping away at her own innocence. She looked at him and smiled.

“I feel strange doing this,” she said.

He pulled her down to his mouth for another plunge into the sensual depths of her. “I love what you are doing. You seem quite proficient at most things you do.”

Squeaks sat back up and continued her foray into the man exposed to her. This wasn’t like seeing her father change his shirt. This was exciting her hands. She could feel her own pulse below her waist. Her heart sped up, and her breathing became slightly heavier. She knew Kip noticed that.

She found Kip’s hands and placed them lightly over her shirt on her breasts.

Kip quickly pulled his hands down. “No,” gushed a whispered answer. “You will like it, and I won’t be able to stop.”

“You mean like I’m doing to you?”

“It’s not the same, and you know it. I think you are wanton after all,” he kidded, trying to lighten the moment.

Squeaks teared up and moved off the top of him.

“I was only teasing you, Sweets. What have I said?”

“I have spent twenty years without anyone putting their arms around me. I could be wanton. I don’t know. I’ve been starved for this kind of affection.”

“Don’t you think I know that? Because of that, you need special handling, and no, you’re not wanton in the sense you think you mean. I want to take you through this slowly. I want you to feel the love that is deep but not physical. Right now, you are feeding on that desire within you. It’s all a perfectly healthy reaction. God knows I want what you want, but I will deny us both the ultimate intimacy for reasons only I am aware. I’m not an expert, but I did raise a sister, where we had these discussions. Love is much more than a physical yearning.”

“Can you not do anything about this feeling giddy and wriggly?”

“Could you tell me that in a different way?” Kip asked.

“Are you teasing me?”

“No, Sweets no. I’ve just never heard of being in a wriggle state before. Help me understand.”

“When you start kissing me, I begin feeling like jelly, not jam. Do you know the difference?”

“Yes…”

“I feel wiggly all over as jelly wiggles on biscuits. It just continues. If I were a biscuit, the jelly would be leveled, but I never feel that.”

Kip was really enjoying her analogy.

“There is a want of more, I am sure of it. I know you know what I mean. You will just have to stop kissing me with your tongue or prepare for a Squeaks you’ve never seen,” she broke out in a smile.

“I am glad to see that smile.”

“Don’t think I didn’t mean what I said.”

“I know exactly what you mean. It is harder for me if you must know.”

“What? What’s harder?”

“Because I am bigger and stronger, I could go where I want with your body, and you would have little say about it. Wait … I don’t mean it to sound like that. I could complete the journey you desire, and it would only be a burst of ecstasy within the span of minutes. Then … yes, you are ruined for any other man. Only I know what you will have to go through to marry me, but most of all, I have to be sure it is I who you love. Giving you pleasure is one thing; taking it is another. I’m sorry. You’re just going to have to wiggle for me in the foreseeable future. Perhaps, you should see a few other men and make a comparison of your feelings. Think about it.”

“God must be a man.”

Kip laughed. “Indeed.”

“We need to go downstairs, and talk about the derby.”

“I agree. You have started something you may not be able to accomplish.”

“In more ways than one,” she smirked. “I will do it. You know I will. I have lots of ideas, and they include you and me. When this cast comes off, it will start two weeks after that.”

 

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Kip and Squeaks’ beautiful late afternoon was coming to an end. It was time for her to be home. She did not want to leave, and Kip did not want to let her go. After Kip had pulled on her boots, he spun her around, checking to see if she looked neat again. He pulled her against his chest, kissing her and stealing her breath. He hugged her tightly.” I love you, Miss Squeaks. Is there any remorse about our passionless day? Guilt? Embarrassment?”

“Only my own weakness or perhaps the expectation of what lies beyond the immense desire I experienced. I am facing decisions that will change my life forever.”

Kip held her hands and looked into her weeping eyes, as she spoke of her deepest love.

“You, Kip, are causing tremors in my physical underpinnings. You have stolen my heart. In time, we will share my virtue. I am balancing on the edge of the only world I know, about to give the reins of my soul to you. I want to be everything I can to you, no matter where we are or what we do, I want to spend it with you.”

Kip choked up, he held her tightly around her arms and head. She rested her head against his heart with her arms around his waist. She heard him sniffle.

“Dear God, how I love you. I want all of you and forever. You will complete my life, every dream and fantasy I have ever had. I will cherish every piece of you, every moment with you – good and bad. I want to share my eternity with you. I will walk beside you, provide for you, protect you, possess you, pleasure you, and give you children. Whatever I have, whatever I am, it is all because of you and belongs to you. I love you, Rebecca Dorset.”

Kip embraced her tenderly, thus ending a lovely part of the day to always cherish.

 

With Squeaks inside the coach, Kip climbed in with her. He wanted to discuss what he had only touched on moments ago.

“Squeaks, I believe you should see a few other men. Now, hold on. Before you get angry, let me explain my reasons. I know I love you. You think you love me. I want you in my life forever, but I need to know that you have made that decision weighted against other experiences with men. I know it’s difficult, but can you understand my worry for you?”

“Yes, I can understand that you feel that way. Of course, I do not wish to do this, but if it’s peace of mind you need, and you ask me to provide that to you, I will think about it. I don’t want to, though. I may seek advice from Father. He will probably agree with you.”

“I guess I can understand you need guidance on this, and it should not come from me. Yes, please think about it. I will not question you on any outings you make because I love you.”

“I’m not sure I believe you. I could not offer you the same privacy of actions. I would want to know every minute what was happening.”

“That is not surprising. You are a woman.”

“I thought we had that part settled. Explain yourself.”

Kip laughed at her hands on her hips like an old washerwoman. “Women are naturally inquisitive. Men are not.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“I am sorry to say this, but I grew up with a mother and sister. You did not. So, it stands to reason that you were never encouraged to be nosy, but yet here you are with help from no one.” Even though it sounded theoretically correct, Kip was making it up as he spoke.

“I don’t call that nosy. I call that caring.”

“As you wish. A rose by any other name . . . Would you please take your hands off your hips?”

How I love her.

“Go, ask your father what he thinks. He will agree with me. You’ll see.”

 

The Crypt of Tears – Acorn

STAY HOME AND WATCH ESSIE DAVIS & RUPERT PENRY JONES SOLVE EGYPTIAN MYSTERIES IN MISS FISHER AND THE CRYPT OF TEARS EPIC ADVENTURE TONIGHT AT ACORN

     ‘THE CRYPT OF TEARS’
SENDS MISS FISHER TO EGYPT!
The movie aired last month in Australia

Here‘s another programme that might make you to stay home as a good citizen during the corona lockdown: airing tonight at Acorn TV in USA is period set adventure movie MISS FISHER AND THE CRYPT OF TEARS which will arrive also on Alibi in United Kingdom next month after already playing in Australian cinemas. It is the feature film version of the popular TV series Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries aired in more than a hundred countries around the world, based on the series of Phryne Fisher novels written by Kerry Greenwood, in which Essie Davis plays private detective Phryne Fisher. This time she is solving mysteries in Egypt together with Nathan Page as her partner Detective Inspector Jack

Australian diva Essie Davis plays the lead role in the movie as well

Robinson, Rupert Penry Jones as First Lieutenant Jonathon Lofthouse, Daniel Lapaine as Lord Lofthouse, Khaled Naga as Sheikh Kahlil Abbas and legendary Miriam Margolyes as Prudence Stanley!  The movie, the first in a planned trilogy, was directed by Tony Tilse!

In The Crypt Of Tears
Miss Fisher embarks on a new adventure in a globe trotting romp of mystery and mayhem across the exotic 1920s deserts of the Negev, glamorous manor-house ballrooms, and the darkened back alleys of London in order to

The original series aired in more than 120 countries around the world in three seasons

find missing treasure, solve murders and break aviation records. After freeing a young Bedouin girl from her unjust imprisonment in Jerusalem, Phryne Fisher begins to unravel a decade-old mystery concerning priceless emeralds,

Nathan Page returns as Miss Fisher’s partner Inspector Jack Robinson

ancient curses and the truth behind the suspicious disappearance of Shirin’s forgotten tribe. British aristocrats whose lives were impacted by the events of World War I in Mandated Palestine become caught up in the mystery as well!

The Letter to the King Charachters

   ‘THE LETTER FOR THE KING’
MEET THE CHARACTERS!
The series arrives March 20th at Netflix

If you are staying at home during the corona virus outbreak, as you definitely should, don’t forget that two new historical series are coming to Netflix this weekend. Beside The English Game, a new Julian Fellowes saga on the beginnings of soccer in United Kingdom, Friday, March 20th  is also bringing you new fantasy series THE LETTER FOR THE KING which will arrive to Netflix as the adaptation of a 1962 classic book from their writer Tonke Dragt. How to Train Your Dragon and Puss in Boots’ Will Davies adapted the six episode series which stars Amir

Amir Wilson is Turi, a young boy who holds the fate of the kingdom in his hands

Wilson in the lead role of a young boy who holds the fate of the kingdom in his hands when he embarks on a quest to deliver a secret message, David

Gijs Blom is villainous prince Viridian, the youngest child of the King of Unawen, and the most ruthless warrior who is posing a threat to the Southern kingdom of Eviellan!

Wenham as Sir Tiuri the Valiant, Jakob Oftebro as Crown Prince Iridian, Gijs Blom as the villain prince Viridian, Jack Barton as Foldo, Jonah

Jack Barton is Foldo, a friend of Turi, eager to help the young knight save the kingdom

Less as Jussipo and Ruby Serkis as Lavinia. If you don’t know what to expect, the spy is here to tell you all you need to know about the story and the

Ruby Ashborne Serkis, plays Lavinia, one of the friends whom Turi takes with him on his quest to deliver the letter to the king. She is Andy Serkis’ daughter

lead characters. I hear the first reactions to the new show are relatively positive, saying the series will give you more than you hoped for. 

The Story Of The New Series
is set in a fantasy world of three kingdoms, following 16 year old squire Tiuri. When he answers a desperate call for help, he finds himself on a perilous

Jonah Lees is Jussipo, comic relief and also the quirky, smart guy of the group of friends who take on the journey to deliver a letter for the King

mission that could cost him his life. He must deliver a secret letter to the King who lives across the Great Mountains. Tiuri must abandon his home, break all

Thaddea Graham is Iona, the best fighter in the group, most skilled and less privileged than the others

the rules and leave everything behind – even the knighthood he has dreamed of for so long. The future of the entire realm depends on the letter and Tiuri

Emilie  Cocquerel plays queen Alianor in the new series

must trust no one and keep his true identity secret. Above all, he must never reveal what is in the letter. Check out the trailer and tell us will you watch it tomorrow? How are you passing your time in the self carantine?

The Noble Coachman – Chapter 23

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Chapter 23
The Bribe

 

When Kip returned to the hospital; Inspector Marshall was questioning his Rebecca. She was not being released for another day until the swelling went down, and they could ensure her nose bone was set correctly. The apostles had waited for him and then went home for some sleep, as had the other drivers. He hadn’t realized he had been gone that long. Kip wasn’t nearly as tired as he should have been.

He knocked gently on the door to her room, and heard, “Come in.”

“Miss Dorset, I am thankful that you will heal, and now that Trevor Kipling is here, I think I will leave you in good hands.” The Inspector smiled towards Kip. “I shall see you in a few days. Good-day.”

Kip pitched his hat on a nearby table and sat beside Squeaks on her bed. “Is it all right to kiss you?” He asked quietly.

“No, I’m sorry. No ugly girl kissing allowed. I look horrid.” She started to cry.

Kip snorted with a smile. “I am not looking for an ugly girl or even a pretty one. Nevertheless, if you insist. I guess I shall find someone in another room. I’ll be back when I can.” Kip started for the door.

“Stop that,” came the whiny raspy voice.

“I’m sorry. Where you speaking to me?”

“You said I was ugly.”

“I said no such thing. You really did bump your head. I shall believe that is the reasoning for your misconception of my words, milady.”

“Then what did you say?”

“Is that your pouty face; it’s hard to tell. I said you are not pretty. You interrupted before I could finish. I was going to tell you how … nope, I don’t think I’ll say it now.”

“Then don’t tell me!” She tried to cross her arms to strike an attitude but found them rather heavy.

“Pouty and testy … hmmm. Since you are the injured party, I guess I will tell you that I didn’t think alive could look so beautiful. Meaning you, of course. I couldn’t sleep much last night. How about you?”

“Oh no, I was snug in a strange bed.”

“Miss Rebecca Dorset, I love you just a tad more than your army loves you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, your army fancies you quite a lot.”

“Not them. You.”

“I guess I should begin saying it more often, now that everyone seems to know we are more than friends.”

“How do they know that?”

“Because we’ve seen your underwear. You know, you have struggled a whole lot more than you’ve had to if you’ve been putting those on every day.”

“How mean of you to show the drivers my embarrassment.”

“Let me tell you, they love you a whole lot more now. You shared something with them, at this moment in time you are one of them. You allowed them to laugh at you. Besides that, Clyde is the one who is at fault here.”

“I need to have a serious talk with my father and His Lordship.”

“Not about your underwear … to Lord Stokes?”

“I most certainly will. You want to be there?”

“Is that remotely possible?”

“Yes. You bet it is. Now that I will not be driving, I will have plenty of time. I wonder who’ll drive for him.”

“I will, Sweets. I will see him later today and offer my services. Don’t worry about him.”

“Why do I love you so much?”

“I think it’s my charm and chestnut hair that seems to be longer than yours. What say you?”

“Oh, and here I thought it was the hero whom you are. You know, while I was in that dark, I remembered your obsession with protecting women. I was weak, Kip.  I could never have saved myself. And then … and then I realized every driver out there—the hundred or so that I have met or seen could have done that to me. They and you are that strong. I fought several times, and I was snatched up like a toy and hurled to the wall. I became a rag doll, quickly.”

“Oh, God, sweets. Can we talk about this later tonight? I am barely holding myself together right now. I hate you seeing my weak side. What you’ve been through …” Kip was barely keeping his tears at bay.

“I’m sorry.”

“God, don’t say that either. Listen, you need to rest as I do. I will return early this evening to see you. I want to respond to your thoughts on the drivers, but not right at this moment.” Kip leaned over and kissed her forehead. “I love you, sweets, more than I thought love could ever be. Rest now. I’ll be back.”

 

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Kip could hardly believe the trembling in his body. He found his horse and rode far from the city where trees and grass grew. Solace is what he sought. The thick fog that comes with the night crept silently away, as Kip sat on the damp ground, hugging his knees. Warrior kept nibbling the back of his head, sensing low spirits from his rider. Kip was smart enough to know that he was experiencing mental exhaustion from the shredding of stress. “Strange how God girds you when you need it most. That should be the time that you tremble with fear. Instead, you rise above it, surpassing the person you thought yourself to be. I could have lost her so easily, in which I would follow.” Kip spoke to the heavens and maybe his sister, too. “My life is Rebecca. I wish Squeaks could have known you, Mary. You are nearly the same age, but as different as the sides of a coin. Had I lost Squeaks, the devastation would have ruled my world forever. I love her beyond my own life. There are a lot of levels to this building relationship that need explanations, and there is still the threat of her not wanting any part of my heritage.”

 

#

 

Kip was admitted to the Stokes Castle with fanfare. He was embarrassed about that. Lord Stokes almost hugged him. Clyde had tears of joy.

“I left Squeaks only an hour ago. She is in very high spirits. I hope no one tells her she’s been injured. She doesn’t seem to know,” Kip smiled. “I don’t believe she expects you because it appears she will be home tomorrow, and I wish to do the honors.”

Kip was forced to listen to glorifications of thanks and comments on his heroics.

“I have come to explain more to both of you than you know. For Squeak’s sake, I still wish this to be kept to yourselves for a bit longer.”

“Sit down, Kip,” His Lordship commanded. “I do feel there is some involvement of you for her being kidnapped.”

“You are correct, Lord Stokes,” Kip agreed, finding a seat.

“Scotch?” asked the Butler.

“I know it is very early in the day, but I think I can use one myself.”

“Yes, Sir. A bit of fortification is worthy of this hour.”

“Please begin. Your name isn’t Trevor Kipling, is it?”

“Not entirely. Kipling was my mother’s maiden name. How did you know that?”

“You said you came from a titled family. I found no people of wealth with the name Kipling in the registry. Who are you really?”

My name and title are Viscount Trevor William Hamilton Caldwell, son, and heir to my father, Earl William Hamilton Grant Caldwell, the Sixth Earl of Norcaster.”

“You are a Viscount! I thought something but never this,” lauded Lord Stokes.

Clyde was going into shock again, Kip feared.

“I am the reason Squeaks almost died.” Kip began his story from the beginning about the life and the death of his sister, but most importantly his deep and abiding love for Rebecca.

“And your title is the reason you wish to still be Trevor Kipling?”

“It’s all for the sake of Squeaks. I know she loves me; she even proposed to me at the hospital,” he smiled. “I am sure that comes only from gratitude at the moment. However, I do not know if she would accept a life of nobility. She loves her driving very much. I am willing to play the driver for years if need be to allow her, her dream. Someday, she will need to be told, and she will have a difficult decision to make. I am selfish in trying to stave that moment, as long as I can.”

“And your father?”

“Has given me his blessing. Perhaps you can understand his thinking that nothing is dearer than family or the love of one. He will welcome a commoner into our family with open arms if it makes me happy.”

“Well, I cannot think you could have brought us any more surprising news than this. I am sure Clyde, who looks positively speechless, and myself welcome you into the Stokes family as long as Squeaks permits it. Her wishes will come first, no matter who you are.”

“Will you allow me to court her?”

“I believe so. What do you say, Clyde?”

“Yes. Yes, of course,” he responded in a feeble voice.

“One other thing, your Lordship, I will be happy to be your driver until either one of your drivers can return to duty.”

“I am going to feel rather strange having a Viscount of the realm as my driver, but someday it shall make another interesting story.”

“Indeed.”

“I am going to return to Squeaks later. Would one of your maids gather some clothing for her?”

Lord Stokes saw his Butler leave the room for the clothing. “Kip, Squeaks has been praising these drivers in London as gentlemen and so has Clyde. I don’t know what to make of their calls-to-arms if you will. I am overwhelmed and shall mention that in the House. I wish I could repay them in some way.”

“Your thanks is all they will take. Perhaps a note in the daily paper would reach them all.”

“Brilliant.”

Morgan returned to the room carrying a satchel and handed it to Kip.

“I will leave now and return with Squeaks tomorrow, I am told.”

“Thank you, Lord Trevor,” expressed Clyde.

“Remember, I am Lord Trevor at the moment. I will be Kip tomorrow. Good-day.”

 

Kip returned to the hospital late that afternoon, carrying flowers, a wrapped package, and her clothes. He could see she was now going through the stage he went through only hours before.

Squeaks looked down.

“What is wrong, my sweets?”

“I feel weak as if I couldn’t move from this bed.”

“That is completely normal. Did not the nurses tell you that?”

“No. So, how do you know?”

“I have been through that myself today. It is the stress leaving your body. You do not realize what you put your body through when tensions were high, and especially for a prolonged period of time. You were always tense. And when it’s over, your body tries to relax and does a relatively good job of doing it.”

“This is good, then?”

“Yes, my love.” Kip leaned in and kissed her forehead and took her hand.”

“Are those flowers for me?” She cheered. “No one’s ever brought me flowers. You seem to be the first in my life for everything. Are those my clothes?”

“Yes. First, I should check to ensure your boy’s undergarment is in here.”

“I will never live that down, will I? ”

“No, I am afraid you won’t. Sorry. Perhaps this will help.” Kip handed her the small box covered in cloth and wrapped in ribbons.

“A present? For me?” Squeaks tried unwrapping it with one hand.”

“Do you wish some help?”

“No. Oh no. These are rare. I want to have the whole experience.”

“Suit yourself.”

Kip pulled up a chair, leaned back in it, crossing his arms and watched the struggle. He thought he would fall over from laughing.

Squeaks managed to pull the bow into a knot. She was trying to pick the knot apart with one hand while holding the other end with her elbow. She finally sighed and looked toward Kip.

“Kiiiiip?” Squeaks looked over at him with defeated eyes.

“Yes, dear?”

“You know I’m weak.”

“Yes, I do. I believe I heard that. Hmm…yes, I am sure I just heard that. Should I find a nurse?”

“Tsk.”

“Tsk? There you go again. I don’t know what that means, really.”

“Would you please untie this present,” Squeaks said in exasperation.

“Oh, that. Here let me get the ribbon off for you.”

Squeaks opened the box to find several pairs of lady’s lacy knickers. She inhaled loudly and smiled broadly. Then she frowned.”

“You’re frowning. Wrong size?”

“I see there is a split in the middle. Is that the natural way these are made or are these the ones you said you liked?”

Kip let out a howl of laughter and kissed her gently on the mouth.

Just as she was holding them up with one hand to see how they worked, the apostles walked into the room.

Kip turned red.

“Oh, my, men. Maybe we should leave.”

“No, don’t go,” said Squeaks.

“Yes, go,”  said Kip.

“Hmm… I think we’ll stay. This ought to be more rewarding.”

“See what Kip just brought me?”

Kip wished the floor would open up and swallow him. “Squeaks, I didn’t want you to be the laughing stock of the drivers.”

“They wouldn’t have known if you didn’t show them. Now you have something to share like you made me do.”

“How was that, Kip, walking into a woman’s intimate apparel shop and asking for knickers, and lacy ones at that?” Marc laughed.

“Yeah, and what did you say when they asked for a size?” Lucas carried on.

“All right, men that’s enough,” Kip said in cordial tones.

“Oh, I don’t think so. Wait until the Brotherhood hears this.”

Kip bravely faced them and said, “I think you gentlemen are jealous.”

“Would one of you fine gentlemen tell me if they are naturally made in this fashion?” asked Squeaks.

“What fashion would that be?” Matthew asked in all seriousness.

“You know … with this split down the middle.”

“Kip! Did you mean to get her that kind?” The apostles laughed hysterically.

“They are kidding you, Squeaks.” He pulled out his handkerchief and wiped his brow.

“Wow, now that I think of it, you’ve been through a lot of effort for nature calls. Everything has to come down. Why with us …” Marc elbowed Lucas in the ribs.

“Kip, do they come with instructions?” Everyone laughed, even Squeaks after she said it.

 

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Several weeks later, when Squeaks’ face was nearing normal, and Kip was still driving for Lord Stokes, she wandered out to talk with Kip.

“I am ready to speak to His Lordship and my father about my boy’s underwear. Do you still wish to listen? I know you didn’t believe me when I’ve told you how I have scolded His Lordship. I am ready to show you proof.”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world. I’ve really come to like this Lord.”

“Come inside with me. First, I will find Mr. Dorset.”

Squeaks went to find her father, while Kip waited in the kitchen. He was quite at odds with all the kitchen help staring at him. They knew he was driving for His Lordship but never ate at their table.

Squeaks returned, bidding Kip to follow her.

“Hello, Clyde. You’re looking much better.”

“Thank you. It won’t be long now before I can climb the wheel.”

“That’s good to hear. You have any notion of what Squeaks is up to?”

“Nary a clue. I can’t imagine why she’s bothering His Lordship. However, I do think he enjoys her interruptions once in a while. It’s nice to see us both invited.”

Squeaks had been in asking Lord Stokes for a meeting. He acquiesced. She opened the door, requesting her father and Kip enter. Lord Stokes wasn’t expecting an audience.

“Please gentlemen, would you take a seat.” Kip would have rather heard that from Stokes, but Clyde sat, and so did he.

“All right, Squeaks, what is this you bother me with?”

“I have brought the men in my life into one room for a discussion.”

Kip was being stared at and felt like he should leave. “Should I be here, Miss Squeaks?”

“Yes, especially you. Now, your Lordship, Kip seems to think I am having fun with him when I tell him that you and I have talked. You remember when I spoke to you about being a footman that night and the problems that we had.”

Kip was red as a beet.

“I do indeed. Is that the point of this meeting?

“Well … no, that is not my main reason.”

“And what is your main reason?”

“You like fundraisers for charity, do you not, sir?”

“Squeaks, just tell me what it is. You do not have to patronize me.”

“Is that what I’m doing? I have an idea where you could be looked upon as a great and giving Lord.”

“Squeaks!”

“I think I spoke out of turn the day Kip took me on the picnic, and now I do not know what to do about it.”

His Lordship and Clyde looked to Kip, who shrugged his shoulders.

“What did you do?”

“It was almost a … boast, about who was the better coachman, he or me.” She hesitated.

“I see no problem or charity anywhere near this, so far.”

“I told him to practice. I told him to tell his friends to practice.”

“Practice what?”

“All right, here it is. I said that we would have a coachman derby. Furthermore, a horseman derby.”

“Where have you seen such an event? I have never heard of one?”

“Does it sound appealing?”

“Where have you seen one of these events, I repeat?”

“I haven’t. I made it up.”

“I see. I think I need you in the House of Lords. You have been gifted with the art of wheedling your opponents into certain comforts before pouncing on them.”

“I want to laugh at that, but afraid to.”

“I suppose I figure into this somehow, so I can be a great and giving Lord.”

“Yes! I will drive you for free if you help me.”

“You drive for me free, now.”

“I do? I thought my earnings were going into a bank for me. I need clothes.”

Lord Stokes started laughing and holding his stomach. The look on her face was one he’d never seen.

“I don’t have money? I need a corset and a frock. I have to wear other women’s clothes if I want to look like a woman.”

Lord Stokes stuttered, “You need a corset?”

“Have you not noticed I should have one?”

Squeaks was ready to pounce. “You men! You and Father raised me. Somewhere along the way, you forgot that I was a girl growing into a woman. I had no idea if my undergarments were a man’s or a woman’s. And that’s why I jiggled the other week – because you and Father never noticed these,” she said, pointing to her bosom. Kip did.

“Oh God,” Kip muttered with downcast eyes.

“When I wanted to wear a borrowed frock the day of the picnic, he looked at me and made me change into riding clothes. Do you know how many years I have had to strip completely from the waist down when I didn’t have to?”

All the men were blushing and smiling with their heads down. No one looked at Squeaks.

“So, how much is this guilt going to cost your father and me?”

“I could go on.”

“I think you have made your point. Now, if we can reach an accord, you will tell no one about wearing men’s fashions underneath, and I will do what?”

“Well, it’s too late to hide the fact that I’ve been brought up in boy’s undergarments and the missing pieces I should have had. It became apparent during my rescue. Ahem…”

“So, these drivers know of your maturing embarrassment?”

“Kip, the man I hope will marry me, very bravely walked into a woman’s intimate apparel store and purchased some knickers for me. He brought them to the hospital.

“Oh, heavens,” said Clyde. “You’re a better man than I.”

“Mr. Kipling, that was another heroic for you on the day. One that seems did not make the next day’s newspaper. God give us strength.”

Kip was speechless.

“Again Squeaks, what is this guilt trip going to cost me, so I can be a great and giving Lord?”

“You will allow your grounds, far from the house, to be used for a Coach and Horseman Derby … and, you will contribute some prizes to the winners. They will have to pay a small fee to enter. That keeps out the Whitechapel types. That entry fee you can donate and be a great Lord. Noblesse oblige, sir.”

“You don’t even know what that means.”

“Excuse me, Your Lordship. Privilege must be balanced by duty towards those who lack such privilege.”

“You read that somewhere. I bet you have been saving that one.”

“Sir, the fact that I read it does not make it any less true.” Squeaks smiled.

Kip was awestruck at her forthrightness.

“You do belong in the House of Lords.”

“Sir, with all the respect due to you, I am asking to borrow your land for several days. There will be charity money for you to award. You will pay for prizes. It will be a way to thank the drivers. We need no accord.”

“I think we do. I would like to wipe the slate clean with that. You may hang it over my head on your wedding day.”

“Hmm…” Squeaks strummed her fingers in front of her mouth, scheming.

Love Sarah

Personally, I’ve been waiting a long time to see Rupert-Penry Jones on screen in anything.  You may remember him in Austen’s Persuasion.
LOVE IS THE MOST IMPORTANT INGREDIENT  OF ALL
Love Sarah should be out this April in UK   –   No US date yet

An outstanding British thespian, a heart-warming story and an uplifting plot, a godlike blond superhunk and all that garnered with scrumptious cakes and mouth watering desserts – what more could one really want from a film? That is exactly what you will get from LOVE SARAH, a delightful British comedy drama that arrives into cinemas 24th April in United Kingdom and throughout May in Europe, and it was sold in more than 50 countries so chances are you will see it in your local cinema too. British stars Celia Imrie and Rupert Penry Jones lead the film directed by Eliza Schroeder and you can check out the

Celia Imrie leads the cast of the movie

first trailer below!

  The Story Of The Movie
Determined to fulfil her late mother Sarah’s dream of opening a bakery in charming Notting Hill, 19-year-old aspiring ballet dancer Clarissa (Shannon Tarbet) enlists the help of her mother’s best friend Isabella (Shelley Conn) and her eccentric estranged grandmother Mimi (Celia Imrie), who did not have the chance to make amends with her estranged, now dead, daughter, in order to make late Sarah’s dream a delicious reality. These three

Pastel colours dominate the visuals of the uplifting movie

generations of women will need to overcome grief, doubts and differences to honour the memory of their beloved Sarah while embarking on a journey to

The movie premiered at  Glasgow Film Festival this year

establish a London bakery filled with love, hope and colourful pastries from all over the world. Rupert Penry Jones plays the super charming master baker

With the bakery becoming a hit with its cakes from around the world the movie carries the important message of multiculturalism.

who will help their bakery become a hit with his opulent cakes. It is also possible that he might be her father she never knew. Bill Paterson plays an inventor with whom Mimi has a romance.

Jungle Cruise – July 24th

SENDS EMILY BLUNT AND DWAYNE JOHNSON TO AMAZON JUNGLE
The cruise through the jungle starts July 24th

Disney has launched the second trailer and posters for a movie that will possibly be one of next summer’s biggest hits: JUNGLE CRUISE with Dwayne Johnson and Emily Blunt. Inspired by the famous Disneyland theme park ride, Disney’s JUNGLE CRUISE is an adventure filled, Amazon jungle expedition starring Dwayne Johnson as the charismatic riverboat captain and Emily Blunt as Lily Houghton, a determined explorer on a research mission. She is trying to find a tree that has healing powers. Also starring in the film are Edgar Ramirez (as the main villain at least judging by the trailer), Jack

Emily Blunt is explorer Lily Houghton in the film

Whitehall (as her brother McGregor), with Jesse Plemons, and Paul Giamatti. The sail starts July 24th, 2020! This is both Dwayne’s and Emily’s fourth movie for Disney. Disney has also released funny character posters in which you cannot see the face of one of them.

In Jungle Cruise
Emily Blunt plays Lily, who travels from London, England to the Amazon jungle and enlists the help of Frank, played by Dwayne Johnson, a questionable skipper to guide her downriver on his run-down boat, La Quila. Lily is determined to locate an

Dwayne Johnson is riverboat captain Frank

ancient tree with incredible healing properties, holding the power to change the future of medicine. The unlikely duo is thrust into an epic adventure with one another where they encounter innumerable dangers and supernatural forces, all hiding within the deceptive beauty of the grand rainforest. But as the secrets of the lost tree unfold, the stakes are raised as the fate of mankind hangs in the balance.

Check out the trailer below and tell us what you think, we think it emits The Mummy and Jewel of the Nile type of super thrilling adventure vibes!

The Noble Coachman – Chapter 22

Available Amazon Kindle

Chapter 22
Squeaks’ Army

 

The thundering of more than eighty horses echoed through the rundown tenement houses of east London. Hearing over three hundred horseshoes galloping on cobble-stoned streets, resonating echoes in the dead of night, brought people to their windows. Fog shrouded the riders creating fear in the hearts of Whitechapel. There was pride in the drivers seeing their valiant horses in the hunt, anxious to be successful on a rescue for Dorset’s daughter. The former Whitechapel drivers lead two teams on different routes for faster arrival. Within a block of Hanbury Street, the Whitechapel drivers began the sharp piercing whistles. Together, they created a cacophony of sounds, which split the silence and woke all of east London.

“What the bloody hell is that noise?” Asked the one-eyed man. Both brothers ran to the window and could see carriages pulling along the street, as far as they could see. Brad went to the back. “Same back here. I think they’ve come for us. There must be a hundred of them, and some are coming in the back way.”

“Upstairs, now!” The men ran upstairs where Squeaks was shivering under her bloody shredded nightshirt.

“Thank you, God,” Squeaks said to herself hearing the drivers coming to rescue her. “Up here,” she shouted, waving her nightshift out of the window. “My Army!” she said aloud with tears rolling down her cheeks.

The brothers ran into her room and shoved her to the bed. They locked the door behind them. The three of them could hear the downstairs doors being kicked open, while others gathered below her window. One of the brothers placed his pistol to Squeaks head. The one-eyed man was at the foot of the bed, also with his gun pointed towards her. Heavy boots were clambering up the steps.

Suddenly, their door burst open with a dozen or more drivers piling into the room. All their pistols were drawn at one man or the other. Kip found his way to the front.

“Kip,” cried Squeaks as the other brother Brad cocked his gun. The sound was very distinctive.

“One more step and she’s a dead little girl. Seems we have a stalemate, mate,” The one-eyed man gleamed, pointing his firearm at Kip. “There’s a right lot of you drivers. If you let us leave, she will live. Otherwise, all three of us die right here.

Squeaks was trembling while trying to hold her nightshift in front of her. She felt the cold steel against the side of her face. She prayed the one-eyed man wouldn’t fire at Kip.

“Let me through.” Inspector Marshall arrived next to Kip.

Kip was seething with hate. His eyes focused on the one-eyed man, while he remembered the image of his sister dying on the floor of the icehouse. The same was planned for Squeaks. He was surprised that the inspector was keeping quiet, allowing him to vent the scathing words that had been fermenting for a year.

“You raped and beat two women to death, and Miss Dorset was next,” Kip said, pointing to Squeaks, purposely, not looking at her. Death is too good for you. Perhaps you should suffer the same fate. I know of some jails where the raping would never end for you. You would beg for death.”

“Your words don’t mean much to my brother and me right now. We want a carriage and a driver, then we will let the little lady and the driver out of the coach once we leave London.”

The room grew silent. The drivers knew Kip was compelled to make a decision.

Out of the quieted crowd in the room, a single shot rang out. Brad, with his pistol to Squeaks’ temple, flew back against the wall, dead. Blood splattered on Squeaks face. A driver ran to Squeaks’ side and using his cloak, he covered her.

All the drivers trained their guns on the man with the glass eye. It seemed everyone wanted a shot at him.

The one-eyed man now trained his gun in Squeaks’ direction.

“Inspector, arrest me. You must arrest me! I wasn’t going to kill her. See for yourself. She is unharmed.”

Inspector Marshall stood there, staring at him.

Kip had looked at the injuries to Squeaks face and the blood trickling from her ear and mouth. He cast his head to the side and looked sternly at the inspector.

“Justice is yours, Kip.”

Kip turned and faced the man, as Squeaks looked on. Chants emanated from behind …  KILL HIM!

Kip felt guilty for having such easy revenge. Finally, he had the man who killed his sister right in front of him, begging, pleading and soiling his trousers. A few moments passed, feeling like minutes, as Kip contemplated what he was about to do. He wanted this man to continue to plead and cry, as his sister must have done. The inspector gave him great power, but he was a nobleman. It was his duty to protect others. “I wish I had time to castrate you before you die. However, one of these drivers is going to shoot you if I don’t.”

“You can’t do this. Think of your sister.”

“I am.”

Kip raised the pistol slowly and cocked it. The room went silent as the night.

“Kip, do you know what you’re doing?” Came a rasping voice from Squeaks.

“I do.”

“This is for the brutal death of two frail women you beat and raped; and for the abduction and torture to Miss Dorset. I have been waiting a year to find you, and I will be damned for this, but I don’t care.”

He squeezed the trigger with great satisfaction.  Suddenly, another half dozen firearms were fired simultaneously, so no one man could be made the murderer. They were protecting Kip from prosecution. Blood started pouring from the man’s head and body. The last brother crumpled to the floor, the one eye still open in horror.

“He didn’t deserve the easy way out,” Kip said, handing his pistol to Marshall.

 

Kip rushed to Squeaks with her bloody face and labored breathing.

The inspector asked the drivers to wait downstairs. He did not want to know who fired the first shot killing the one brother. He would see that it was handled in the police records without questions or real names. He closed the door behind him but waited there.

Kip’s eyes wept as he saw the bruising and puffing to her face, blood running from several places and a mass of clotted blood was caught in her hair. Beginning to hug her, he realized she had a broken arm, too. Under the driver’s cloak, he could see a nightslip.

“I need this to make a sling, for your arm, Sweets.” As he pulled it away, he saw her perfect breasts and her undergarment.

“You saved my life, you … you saved me. You are so brave.” Tears slipped from her eyes. “I was so afraid for you. I couldn’t go on if anything happened to you.”

They both wept openly while they kept touching the other as if confirmation was needed that they were alive. Looking at her battered body, he said, “Let’s get you out of here. Are you injured in any other way but your face, arm, and head Sweets?” He asked as he stroked her shortened hair. He lifted her to his chest and walked to the door, where the Inspector opened it for him.

“No, I don’t think so. I don’t remember everything. Thank you, Inspector.”

“You’re going to the hospital to be checked all over.”

“I can’t.”

“Bloody hell, you can’t. I am carrying you there, like it or not.”

“But …”

Kip stopped. “But what?”

“I found out father has been buying me boys undergarments all these years. They will see that at the hospital.”

Inspector Marshall was heard snickering. “You take her to the hospital. I’ll go visit Lord Stokes and then come find you.”

“Why are you laughing?” Squeaks asked with her one good arm around his neck.

“Only you could have been through this horrendous time and then worry about your underwear. Can I reward your Army for their help?”

“Yes, but how? You said they wouldn’t take money.”

“I have a way.”

 

Kip carried her halfway down the steps to a large cheering group of drivers. He stopped.

“Men, Squeaks is forever in your debt. She knows her Army came to her rescue. As battered as she is and with a broken arm, too, the first thing she worried about was that you men might see her in her boy’s undergarment that Clyde has continued to buy for her.” Kip moved his arm, so the men could see her butt in that garment. An uproarious laugh echoed the house.

Squeaks started to complain.

“Shush, you pesky little driver.”

“You didn’t think I was pesky when you . . .” She mumbled something into Kip’s ear.

“She’s still being trained for polite company,” Kip shouted to the men.

All the drivers laughed.

“Drinks on me, tomorrow night. You all know where.”

Kip carried her through the cheering brotherhood of drivers, who were shouting all kind of accolades to London’s own female driver. She was a trinket to them.

“Is Zac still here?”

“Over here, Kip.”

“Can you drive us to the hospital. Marc, bring my horse to me, there.

“I don’t think I’ve met Zac,” Squeaks said.

“No, I don’t think you have either, but he has a surprise for you.”

“For me?”

“Yes, he and another driver, Perkins, brought you a present.”

It was pitch black as the drivers began to ride their coaches and horses home. It had taken a moment before Zac appeared at the front of the house. A large neighborhood crowd had gathered. Zac jumped down and opened the door, folded down the stepping mechanism as usual. Kip stepped inside the coach and heard Squeaks, shout with glee.

“Sarah! Oh, how I worried you wouldn’t get caught. I have you to thank for this mass of men who came to save us.”

“Deary, I’ve never had so much fun as when they started into London. What a sight, what a sound. I see they broke your arm after I left. Did they …?”

Squeaks quickly answered, “I don’t think so. I was unconscious for a while. We are on the way to the hospital now. Kip, could you see that Sarah is taken care of for a night or two until I can reward her. I am sure Lord Caldwell will want to do something.”

“Of course, I’ll take care of her.”

 

“I’m happy to tell you, Mr. Dorset and your Lordship that Squeaks is alive and released. She is injured, but nothing that is life-threatening.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you,” Dorset said, pumping the Inspector’s hand up and down.

“I had very little to do with it. I think you’ll both be proud that over fifty drivers came to her rescue at 3:00 a.m. this morning and swarmed the house she was being held in. This was all organized by driver Trevor Kipling. He planned it, executed it, and took down the man with the eyepatch.”

“Took down?” asked Lord Stokes.

“He dispatched him. Both brothers are deceased. He walked out carrying Squeaks in his arms to a cheering mass of drivers, or the Brotherhood as I believe they’re called.”

“Yes, that’s what we call ourselves,” smiled Clyde.

“It’s all over. Kip will bring her home later after she’s been examined and had her arm plastered. Your Lordship, you now have two drivers in casts.”

“Yes, I guess I will have to give that some thought. Thank you, again, Inspector.”

 

“We are nearing the hospital. Sarah, I can tell Zac where to take you home, if you wish, or you may stay in the second bedchamber at my home.”

“I thinks I’ll go home for the time bein’.”

“Oh, Sarah, you accomplished a dangerous mission. I wish everyone could know of your courageous act. I will visit soon.”

“You take care of yourself, Deary.”

The carriage stopped at the entrance to the hospital. Kip reached into his pocket and pulled out coins and gave them to Sarah. “That is, for now, Sarah.”

The coach door opened. As Kip exited, still carrying Squeaks, he asked Zac to note the address where she was left off.

Climbing the steps of the hospital, he was looking into Squeaks face. His heart was breaking for her. “You know, I once thought you were pretty.”

“And now you don’t? It is because of my face?”

“I’m not quite sure in this light. Your hair is gone; your eyes are black. You have blood all over your face. Your cute little petite nose is now big and crooked. You have a limp arm here somewhere, and your naked under this cloak.”

“You forgot to say I have boy’s underpants on.” Squeaks added as she frowned.

“How could I forget that? And I’ve even seen them. There’s not many that would love a woman looking like this … except maybe me.”

“I have a lump on my head.”

“Oh dear. One of those, too? What will I do with you?” He frowned.

“Marry me?”

“Hmmm … Well … I will have to think about marrying someone who doesn’t wear lace knickers.”

“You know about those, do you?”

“It appears you know nothing of them. I should buy you the kind I like most.”

Kip pushed open the hospital door with his foot and backed in carrying his future wife. Several nurses came running up to them.

“This young woman, named Rebecca Dorset, was kidnapped and tortured. I think she could use a good going over,” he smiled down a Squeaks.

“Does that mean everywhere?” She asked, casting her eyes down.

“It’s either them or me. Your choice.” It was hard to see, but Squeaks was blushing like he’d never seen her. Her spirits were high, and that was a godsend to him.

A rolling bed was instantly before him, and he laid her on it. He wanted to kiss her before she was whisked away, but he thought better of it. “How long will she be?”

“Are you her husband?”

“Soon.” They wheeled her through the door.

“A few hours if she is allowed to leave.” The nurse called back as the doors swung closed.

He sat down in the waiting room. First came in the apostles, then Zac, followed by many drivers. It was standing room only.

“Marc, she will be several hours before anyone can see her. Is my horse outside. I need to get away for a while.”

“Aye, Kip. I’ll watch over her until you return.” Marc thought Kip was headed to Lord Stokes.

Kip would visit his father’s home.

 

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“Son, I am so glad to see you safe and hear that Lady Squeaks can mend. I’m proud of you.”

“Father, I am going to ask her to marry me. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but I felt you should know.”

“Trevor, if she is who you want as a wife, you have my blessing. Does she know of your title, yet?”

“So far, I think it is still unknown. It is my intention to continue allowing her to drive if she wants to do that. I will stay a driver, too, until you think I need to be home. Perhaps I can break it to her gently. I will try, at any rate. I must leave for home. I need to change and get my coach to take Squeaks home to Lord Stokes. We will see you when we can.”

“And Mary?”

“When she last appeared, she was happy again. I think she has moved on. I will always believe she stayed because she knew I needed some closure. She assisted me with that. I will miss her terribly now.”

Black Narcissus = 1st Look

‘BLACK NARCISSUS’
FIRST LOOK AT SISTER CLODAGH
Today you can feast your eyes on the first photo of Gemma Arterton in BBC’s period set series BLACK NARCISSUS in which she plays a nun struggling to contain her repressed emotions in the remote Himalayan

Black Narcissus will air sometime this year at BBC One

mountains up in the palace of Mopu! The three part adaptation of Rumer Godden’s classic novel will also star Alessandro Nivola, Diana Rigg, Gina Mckee and Jim Broadbent!

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