The sight of
Marchioness Hermoine plunging through the mass of
titled gentry would remain an indelible memory
in her daughter’s mind. Her elegant grace and steely gaze ran interference
for the daughter Gemma, brushing aside lesser
baronesses and viscounts as she made straight for the Duke of Canterlen’s son. She would slice him to pieces.
“Clement!” she
addressed him with a curtsy. It was a matter of form, and he responded, “Marchioness”
with a deep bow.
Clement grew
pale when Gemma emerged into view. Curtsy,
bow, smile.
“Clement,”
the Marchioness addressed him. “It has
been said that your father has been and is now a magnanimous man.” Hermoine stepped in closely to the now
shivering man. “You have stolen two
possessions of great value from the Marquess of Braunchton. How do you propose to
make reparations for each?”
Clement
staggered with the knowledge that his father the Duke and Gemma’s father the
Marquess were going to do some very bad and fully deserved things to him.
Clement viewed the attendees and he clearly saw the Duke and Marquess breaking through the crowd of elites. He took off and headed to the stable where his horse stood still in saddle. Leaping on and tearing out across the Sussex countryside, Clement prayed there was a ship of any sort heading out the harbor.
Questions: What had he done? What two things had he stolen?
What reparations are expected? What would you do? Details, please.
These italicized and underlined words were provided by Delores from Under the Porch Light. Each Wednesday, Delores provided six daunting words for any who wishes to participate in this writing challenge. This post was from 2018.
