Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Thursday Tales: The Return Home
Morning was almost here.
The grey of the fog began to lighten just the slightest bit and I quickened my step. Looming in the distance, the manor appeared and I sighed -- both in relief and resignation. It had been a long journey and it would be good to home.
But, it was also hard to be home.
It seemed always odd to me that both were true.
I climbed the steps and reached to push open the doors, but before I could, they swung open.
"You're nearly late, Miss Jane." Reproof and worry creased the man's features for just a moment before he smoothed it away to the aloof expression he usually wore. "My apologies, Miss."
I couldn't help but smile. Even after all these years, Thomas still clung to the old ways. But, he was from an old family -- and that was saying something. "I'm sorry for worrying you," I consoled gently. "It all just took longer than I had expected. There were... complications." I followed him up the stairs to the upstairs hallway.
At the top, he turned and raised one eyebrow. "Complications, Miss?"
I shrugged. "The old hag agreed. Father won't like her demands. But she agreed. Could you tell him that I'd like to rest a little before reporting? I'm so very tired." The exhaustion had finally caught up with me, it seemed.
Thomas pushed open the heavy door to my bedroom. "Of course, Miss Jane." The ivory glistened in the candlelight. "Your coffin awaits."