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to.”
“ A good work! a blessed deed!” – returned
the sorcerer
with a smile of scorn; “for me there exists
nor good nor evil;
since my will is always the same. Ye alone
know evil, who will is
always the same. Ye alone know evil, who will
that which ye would not.”
Wake Not the Dead
Johann Ludwig Tieck
Chapter 7
Vincent regretted his agreement the moment
the ladies were seated in his parlor. Introductions had been
exchanged and Mrs. Zobard rolled in a cart loaded with a tea
service, cups and a number of cakes, some types he had never seen
before. She beamed at Mrs. Wiggons and the six teachers after she
served the guests. “Please, let me know if there is anything you will be needing.”
Mrs. Wiggons inclined her head. “Thank
you.”
“It is rather dark in here,” Miss Natalie
Pritchard mumbled as she looked around the shadowed room.
Red velvet draperies were closed against the
daytime. Heavy brocade furniture was assembled around an almost
black, carved wooden table placed at the center of the sitting area
which now held the tea service and cakes. Some light came from a
bright fire that burned behind Vincent in the large, dark
fireplace. The rest came from candles lit in the dull gold sconces
along the wall. The furnishings in the room had not been changed
for generations. His mother didn’t have the heart to remove the
antiques and he assumed Veronica, his wife, never had the
opportunity.
“I like it this way,” Vincent retorted, a
little too sharp, even to his own ears. However, the last thing he
needed was a bunch of females redecorating, thus modernizing and
opening the curtains in his home.
The cup shook in Miss. Pritchard’s hand and
she set it back on the table and folded her hands in her lap.
“I apologize. I am adverse to sunlight and
ask that you understand that the windows in my house will
remained covered, at all times.”
Miss Pritchard acknowledged with a nod of her
head.
“Lord Atwood also has an aversion to noise,”
Miss Crawford offered with a smile and a bit too cheery tone.
Vincent cleared his throat and sat forward.
“Yes, I do. In fact, I would appreciate it if during the day hours,
the girls remain on this floor and I will remain above. In the
evening, I will be in my library working and wish the girls to
retire early or at least be in their rooms by nine.”
“I think that is reasonable,” Mrs. Wiggons
agreed. “Will we have use of the rooms on the main floor for our
classrooms?”
“Of course. There is a music room, ballroom,
library, two dining rooms, this parlor and sitting room. I assume
those will be sufficient.” If they stayed on the main floor then he
could sleep in blissful silence.
“Oh, that would be wonderful,” Miss Claudia
Morris sighed.
The remaining three teachers remained mum and
Vincent wondered if they were ever vocal. So far, it had been Mrs.
Wiggons, Miss Pritchard, Miss Morris and of course, Miss Crawford,
who had spoken, and in fact, took the seats closest to him. The
other three were older teachers and clearly more reserved. They
barely said hello when introduced. He wasn’t sure it was wise that
such exuberant young ladies were left in the care of those three.
No wonder the students felt free to roam his house, and the
country, without a by your leave. Miss Wiggons was probably
grateful to have the three younger teachers to help. If he said boo
to the others, they may expire on the spot. The thought brought a
smile to his face.
“I have arranged for some of my servants to
see to the repairs and the possible rebuilding of your school. They
will be able to determine by the end of the day what will be needed
to accomplish the task of bringing your school back to its former
glory.”
“I cannot begin to thank you for all of your
assistance, Lord Atwood.” Tears formed in Mrs. Wiggons’ eyes.
No, not tears . He smiled through
clenched teeth. “It is the least I can do. Your school is an
“ A good work! a blessed deed!” – returned
the sorcerer
with a smile of scorn; “for me there exists
nor good nor evil;
since my will is always the same. Ye alone
know evil, who will is
always the same. Ye alone know evil, who will
that which ye would not.”
Wake Not the Dead
Johann Ludwig Tieck
Chapter 7
Vincent regretted his agreement the moment
the ladies were seated in his parlor. Introductions had been
exchanged and Mrs. Zobard rolled in a cart loaded with a tea
service, cups and a number of cakes, some types he had never seen
before. She beamed at Mrs. Wiggons and the six teachers after she
served the guests. “Please, let me know if there is anything you will be needing.”
Mrs. Wiggons inclined her head. “Thank
you.”
“It is rather dark in here,” Miss Natalie
Pritchard mumbled as she looked around the shadowed room.
Red velvet draperies were closed against the
daytime. Heavy brocade furniture was assembled around an almost
black, carved wooden table placed at the center of the sitting area
which now held the tea service and cakes. Some light came from a
bright fire that burned behind Vincent in the large, dark
fireplace. The rest came from candles lit in the dull gold sconces
along the wall. The furnishings in the room had not been changed
for generations. His mother didn’t have the heart to remove the
antiques and he assumed Veronica, his wife, never had the
opportunity.
“I like it this way,” Vincent retorted, a
little too sharp, even to his own ears. However, the last thing he
needed was a bunch of females redecorating, thus modernizing and
opening the curtains in his home.
The cup shook in Miss. Pritchard’s hand and
she set it back on the table and folded her hands in her lap.
“I apologize. I am adverse to sunlight and
ask that you understand that the windows in my house will
remained covered, at all times.”
Miss Pritchard acknowledged with a nod of her
head.
“Lord Atwood also has an aversion to noise,”
Miss Crawford offered with a smile and a bit too cheery tone.
Vincent cleared his throat and sat forward.
“Yes, I do. In fact, I would appreciate it if during the day hours,
the girls remain on this floor and I will remain above. In the
evening, I will be in my library working and wish the girls to
retire early or at least be in their rooms by nine.”
“I think that is reasonable,” Mrs. Wiggons
agreed. “Will we have use of the rooms on the main floor for our
classrooms?”
“Of course. There is a music room, ballroom,
library, two dining rooms, this parlor and sitting room. I assume
those will be sufficient.” If they stayed on the main floor then he
could sleep in blissful silence.
“Oh, that would be wonderful,” Miss Claudia
Morris sighed.
The remaining three teachers remained mum and
Vincent wondered if they were ever vocal. So far, it had been Mrs.
Wiggons, Miss Pritchard, Miss Morris and of course, Miss Crawford,
who had spoken, and in fact, took the seats closest to him. The
other three were older teachers and clearly more reserved. They
barely said hello when introduced. He wasn’t sure it was wise that
such exuberant young ladies were left in the care of those three.
No wonder the students felt free to roam his house, and the
country, without a by your leave. Miss Wiggons was probably
grateful to have the three younger teachers to help. If he said boo
to the others, they may expire on the spot. The thought brought a
smile to his face.
“I have arranged for some of my servants to
see to the repairs and the possible rebuilding of your school. They
will be able to determine by the end of the day what will be needed
to accomplish the task of bringing your school back to its former
glory.”
“I cannot begin to thank you for all of your
assistance, Lord Atwood.” Tears formed in Mrs. Wiggons’ eyes.
No, not tears . He smiled through
clenched teeth. “It is the least I can do. Your school is an
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