Meadowford (Attempting an open thread)

[DeliciousMaiden]

Prologue:

Gossip had been rife amidst the folk of Meadowford for a month or more ever since there were signs of life evident within the old manor which dominated the modest settlement. Rumours abounded as to whose hands the neglected building had finally fallen into, though judging from the arrival of carriages, horses and staff the new tenant obviously was moneyed and the locals hoped titled. Mothers of single women all around, no matter what rank or circumstance hoped against hope that an eligible bachelor would be moving into the area to at least provoke a flurry of excited competition and attention.

Yet alas, this was not to be. Just at the peak of hopefulness, news leaked into the community that the place had been purchased by a widow, a Lady Abigail Milford. The Lady had become a recluse, so rumour had it since the recent demise of her husband and chosen to quit town and mourn in quieter quarters …

Interest waned so significantly that the good Lady was able to arrive and take up residence without the slightest interest being taken within the rural community she had chosen as her haven. It was after a decent period of a fortnight after her arrival that the parson considered it his parochial duty to pay a call on the good Lady and offer his condolences and offer any support she might need in the future.

Only then did he realise that their newest resident was not the elderly matron all had assumed.
Not one to gossip, he merely told his wife what he had learned during that visit.
She in turn might have mentioned something to Mrs Latham during the weekly flower arranging meeting and so it seemed rumour spread and visitors, curious to verify the stories began to leave calling cards and issue invitations to Lady Abigail…

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OOC:

I'm going to risk this as an 'open' thread and invite any appropriate characters to post and interact within this thread. Of course interaction is not limited to that which directly affects Abigail, feel free to develop other subplots under the umbrella of this story line.

The premise is that Abigail is rich and titled and as such extremely eligible.
As for the community and context, perhaps consider the plot of Pride and Prejudice where Mr Bingley takes up residence locally and you have a flavour of the local 'politics'. There may of course be local gentry or some such who consider themselves a more appropriate 'connection' for Abigail socially.

And so ... any character is possible from the aforementioned parson to local yokels, eligible and not so eligible bachelors and possible suitors both genuine and in search of the considerable money and land that marriage to Lady Abigail would bring.

Please announce your presence with a calling card and/or invitation.
The Lady may receive you and may or may not respond to your invitations ...
Only time will tell how this will play out, after all, she cannot remain solitary forever ...

As with all my threads, I do enjoy writing with creative people who take care to develop interesting, complex characters and create interesting plots.
One liners and those who want to 'get down to action' quickly will not find this thread suitable for their tastes.

I have no idea how this might develop as I rarely have success with multi-player threads. Whether this turns out to be a multiplayer thread with interplaying plot lines or a 1:1 story or 2:1 story with two rival suitors, I hope that this will prove enjoyable to someone out there ...

Thank you for reading.
DM

 

[DrStein]

The house of Barlow formally extends an invitation to the Lady Abigail Milford for a salon on the first of next month. The Lord and Lady Barlow are among the local gentry and are known for their novel parties, always following some interesting and curious theme. This latest salon is themed around the scandalous novels of their only son, Aidan.

The young Lord Aidan Barlow has a reputation for his eccentric and obviously artistic demeanor, but is otherwise a perfect gentleman. He is handsome, charming and urbane, speaking little but choosing every word with eloquence and style when he does. He is considered one of Meadowford's eligible bachelors but to this day has never committed to any one of the ladies who have expressed interest in him. Indeed, he seems to keep most people at arm's length save for a tight-knit circle of a few select friends.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Abigail was becoming used to the occasional visits from the locals, all under the guise of extending their condolences, but she suspected driven by curiosity to verify rumours that were no doubt flying around after the visit by the well-meaning, but meddlesome parson the previous week. Secluded as she was here, Abigail had her ways of keeping her finger on the local pulse so to speak. Rather than take on new staff, her modest household was filled by servants who were loyal and trusted and who could be relied upon to carry back local gossip without spreading any themselves. And then after the visits met without success, the calling cards and invitations began to arrive. Much as Abigail had welcomed her privacy and solitude it seemed that putting in an appearance publically might in the long run put speculation to rest and enable her to return to that happily isolated state once more.

And so ordering the amassed cards to be brought to her, Abigail considered her options in an attempt to find an activity which was seemly for a widow in her circumstances and which would enable her to be 'on show' to a select few, but in a way as to be communicated to the general populace. A combination of events, she thought might be best fitted to her needs and so throwing the unwanted cards into the fire, she laid a small selection back upon the platter for future reference, selecting the one which was to be possibly her first foray beyond those walls.

Taking up her paper she penned a reply.

Lady Milford formally accepts the kind invitation extended by The House of Barlow to attend next month's salon.

Lady Abigail Milford

 

[ClydeMacGregor]

Alistair Hodges holds the reins that guide the two horse carriage along the curved road to the Meadowford estate. T'is the only road leading to the stately mansion, one of serenity despite the white noise of pebbles pushed by horse hoofs and carriage wheels. Alistair is the town blacksmith and highly regarded, so highly people from other towns come for his services. At his middle age status he's content with a wife and three children, one of whom sits beside him under the hooded carriage.

The Hodges are not of nobility. Their stature is rooted in sound business and merit. In need for reliable labor and a future partner and successor, Alistair has been grooming his 20 year old son Ian for the family business. They endeavor to introduce themselves to Lady Abigail and her staff. He is the only blacksmith in the town and by default he's bound to get the estate's business but he wishes to be known personally and give his son the opportunity of handing the estate's carriages, tools and other devices. Moreover, he wishes for his son to learn the business aspects by letting Meadowford be his son's first client.

Ian is a tall and handsome fellow 20 years in age with physical features between an average male and an Adonis. He is bright, articulate, and motivated. Love interests have been subordinated by his ambition to succeed in his father's occupation.

Step by step their vision is overwhelmed and filled by the estate's mansion. The carriage stops yards from the main entrance where they are greeted by a servant. Alistair introduces his son Ian and states his purpose, to introduce themselves to the staff and Lady Abigail.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Ooc:

Many thanks for your introduction.

Your character ideas are very creative and would offer a new dimension to the story.

Welcome!

DM

 

[ClydeMacGregor]

Many thanks for your introduction.

Your character ideas are very creative and would offer a new dimension to the story.

Welcome!

DM

OOC:

Thank you dear maiden

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Abigial was reading in the day room when her maid entered to announed that there were callers requesting an audience.

"Tell them to leave a card, Martha,"

Her Ladyship instructed without looking up from her volume.

"Beggin' yer pardon Ma'am, but it's the Blacksmith. He 'specially wanted to make himself known to you."

Abigail gave a sigh of irritation.

"Can't Thomas deal with all that, Martha?"

Abigail had every confidence in both her Head Groomsman and in fact all of her staff.

"He is speaking with the man now. Seems he's the only blacksmith around these parts and mighty skilled with it. T'was Thomas who directed me to enquire if he might bring them to meet your Ladyship?"

Abigail hesitated for long moments.

"And this is one man, no entourage of wife and neighbours?"

She asked wearily.

"The man and his son Ma'am. The boy works alongside his father."

Martha clarified.

"Very well, then Thomas may bring them to see me, but as this is business, the study I think ..."

She instructed dismissing her maid and rising to move to the room at the side of the house, which had two book-lined walls, a heavy wooden desk and chair facing into the room and behind which the glass doors opened out onto the garden. Upon the third wall hung numerous sketches and photographs which Abigail had brought with her and in the middle of its expanse was a currently unlit fire. The heavy door through which her callers were to be admitted was positioned to the far right of that fourth wall.

Despite the change of venue, Abigail chose to position herself in the centre of the library which was comfortably furnished with a couple of couches and easy chairs arranged around a low occasional table.
Upon hearing the knock on the door she gave the direction to enter and watched Thomas encourage a rather timid twosome into the room.

"Your Ladyship, might I introduce Mr Hodges and his son Master Hodges?"

Thomas was uncertain as to how the introduction might be met by his employer, reluctant as she was to meet with the locals, but was reassured by the way the Lady rose from her seat and came forward to offer her hand to Alistair.

"I hear your work is much acclaimed in this area, Mr Hodges?"

She commented before turning to his son and doing a double take.
She had truly expected a boy, but this young man was equally adult and doubtless as capable as his father.

"... and you must tell me of your role within the business?"

She invited the young man not able to bring herself to call him Master Hodges and yet not thinking the appelation Mr Hodges quite fitting in the presence of his father.

"Do be seated..."

She invited as she took her seat upon the couch once more.

"Thomas, you will join us."

She instructed indicating a single chair to her right.

"I trust you have had a useful conversation?"

She prompted wondering exactly what proposal had been discussed between the men present.

 

[ClydeMacGregor]

Fifty yards from the mansion the estate's stable rises from the ground paradoxically intruding and blending with the landscape and horizon by virtue of its talented architect. The finely designed structure cloaks its true function with its dirty smelly interiors. Alistair and Ian have been on the estate's grounds and in the stable numerous times for numerous reasons under numerous circumstances but all for the Lord and Lady who previously occupied the mansion and estate.

A finely detailed carriage characterized by luxury and identified by the Milford family crest rolls out of the estate's stable and heads toward the mansion then turns widely heading back to its origin. The driver expertly controls the carriage moving at walking pace testing its performance while a groomer walks beside the four horses watching them meticulously.

Sensing the meeting with Lady Abigail may take time if it happens, Alistair kindly excuses himself from Thomas' presence and asks the driver up above if he may inspect the carriage's structure and underside. The driver nods stopping the carriage in the middle of its turnaround arc. Alistair walks around the still and stately carriage. Ian his son quietly follows his father both circling a few times perusing the vehicle's details particularly the wheels and underside. Four eyes of expertise scan the pricey carriage and assess its condition. Alistair stops and points. Ian stops listening to his father pointing to the wheels, hubs, spokes and support springs. As Alistair's lips move Ian's head nods in agreement. Reaching concurrence, father and son step toward Thomas and inform him of the carriage's pending predicaments.

In a timely occurrence, a maid dashes with steady cadence out of the mansion beckoning Thomas, Alistair and Ian to enter. Upon Martha's notification, Thomas turns to Alistair and Ian saying in a crisp assertive voice, "Lady Abigail will see you now. Please follow me." Alistair thanks the driver for his cooperation then all three men walk toward the mansion's main entrance. Willingly and happily both enter led by Thomas, the head groomsman with utmost courtesy and demeanor. If Lady Abigail retained any servants previously employed on this estate, none have been observed by Alistair and thus far he sees no fault in the new staff.

They continue their walk along the extensive hallway to the study. Alistair and Ian in tow gaze and peruse the interior's finely crafted walls and ceiling. Alistair has been here before so has Ian but it has been a while since their last visit. Abiding by Thomas' body and verbal language, they follow him into the study, both dressed in their Sunday best attire reserved for church and special celebrations. Both hold their cap in one hand entering the large room lit only by nature's sun. For commoners their clothing is adequate, for nobles they would not be presentable in social settings. For this meeting, their garments are as expected.

Alistair thanks Thomas for his introduction with a nod and a soft "thank you" then turns to Lady Abigail upon hearing her comment regarding his reputation.

Alistair gives a respectful bow to Lady Abigail, gently holds her hand and plants a gentle kiss before pulling his away to stand erect. "Thank you for your kind words and for meeting with us Lady Abigail especially in light of your precious and valuable time," remarks Alistair with Ian facing Lady Abigail in respectful acknowledgement and a subtle smile. Both sit quietly on the couch opposite the one Lady Abigail rests on. A couch that is more expensive than all furniture in the Hodges household. Alistair and Ian sit carefully both leaning forward and resting on the couch’s leading edge in attentive postures.

“We are here to introduce ourselves and services. Ian and I are a father and son team of blacksmiths who have tended to many smith related needs of the community and past estate owners. While waiting outside we had the opportunity of inspecting a carriage outside and noticed the wheels rims are worn and in dire need of replacement. The wear indicates the carriage traveled long distances without proper upkeep. The right rear wheel's rim will separate soon and should be replaced within a fortnight. We believe other equipment may need maintenance or repairs and will be happy to survey the stable and garden related equipment then recommend corrections where appropriate."

Alistair continued speaking assertively while randomly turning to face Lady Abigail and Thomas. Thomas, a man of disciplined servitude listens attentively for his Lady's benefit as well as his. Meanwhile Alistair's son views the expansive room and its content. Having a meager school education, Ian would be challenged to read many of the study's volumes so he reads paintings, photographs and statues looking for resemblance and contrast to Lady Abigail's features. If words can describe Lady Abigail's stunning beauty they are beyond his vocabulary. His eyes at times look outward to the garden but return inward at Lady Abigail not forgetting her double take and the effect it has on him.

While Ian's visual sense reads the physical surroundings, his hearing is tuned to his father's and he nods in concert with Alistair's words when appropriate. Ian has heard his father's repertoire before but not with the challenges posed by a beautiful woman such as Lady Abigail present. Having both feet on the ground, he dismisses any hope of social contact with her because he's a commoner and she is not. Life was that simple and constraining in their time when many lived life and formed opinions on one litmus test after another. Although not married, Ian is experienced with womanly matters thanks to a soldier's wife in the village left to fend for herself while her husband is in another part of the world on duty for the Queen. Tired of waiting for his return after a year long absence and not sure if he will ever return, the young wife brazenly defied her expected duties and seduced Ian as her lover. No one but Ian and Audrey, the soldier's wife knows of their illicit affair. Some suspect but none confirmed.

Lady Abigail’s comment regarding Ian’s capabilities has not been forgotten. Upon Alistair's completion of his presentation Ian speaks with confidence and poise learned from his parents, explaining his role as envisioned in their proposed business plan.

“M’Lady, I avail myself to all duties required by your estate and its personnel and shall come to the grounds when beckoned. Any work that can be accomplished on the premises will be done so otherwise the equipment will be brought to our shop then returned in a restored and repaired condition. As my father indicated our cumulative experience allows us to handle tasks from the menial to the complex. If you so approve, the carriage we inspected outside can be repaired and reconditioned in a matter of days.”

Now the three men patiently wait for Lady Abigail's response particularly Alistair and Ian with hope she will approve their services and hire them.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Abigail could find no fault in the greeting given by the Smith and his son, nor the way they seated themselves and responded to her questions.

"Thank you for your kind words and for meeting with us Lady Abigail especially in light of your precious and valuable time,"

These men it seemed were no casual voyeurs, but were indeed genuine tradesmen in search of work, a supposition the father soon confirmed.

“We are here to introduce ourselves and services. Ian and I are a father and son team of blacksmiths who have tended to many smith related needs of the community and past estate owners."

The man was confident and whilst not arrogant obviously proud of his trade.

"While waiting outside we had the opportunity of inspecting a carriage outside and noticed the wheels rims are worn and in dire need of replacement."

Abigail directed a sharp look across at Thomas, the subtle nod of his head indicating that this was indeed the case. The older man had not seen the interchange and continued to describe the carriage's deficiencies.

"The wear indicates the carriage traveled long distances without proper upkeep. The right rear wheel's rim will separate soon and should be replaced within a fortnight. We believe other equipment may need maintenance or repairs and will be happy to survey the stable and garden related equipment then recommend corrections where appropriate."

Abigail nodded as she digested this information. It seemed there would be work aplenty if she were to appoint them to set matters to rights and then of course, regular maintenance would make sense.

"I believe the priority would have to be the carriages."

She stated looking from man to boy and then across to Thomas.

"Whilst the Brougham seems to be in dire need of attention, I would wish you to attend to the Landau as I anticipate several social engagements in the near future."

She saw Thomas nod in agreement.

"An inventory of our equipment, both stables and garden might take some considerable time. What timescale do you anticipate as I assume that your services are in great demand within the district Mr Hodges?"

It was the young man who replied this time.

“M’Lady, I avail myself to all duties required by your estate and its personnel and shall come to the grounds when beckoned. Any work that can be accomplished on the premises will be done so otherwise the equipment will be brought to our shop then returned in a restored and repaired condition."

Her scrutiny of the son intensified. So it was he and not the older man who was to oversee the work within our household. He would doubtless have worked alongside his father for years, but it was not the 'Master craftsman' who was being offered to her.

"As my father indicated our cumulative experience allows us to handle tasks from the menial to the complex. If you so approve, the carriage we inspected outside can be repaired and reconditioned in a matter of days.”

The son spoke with much more confidence than she had expected and seemed as secure in his talents as his father.

"So, in fact I am being asked to engage Master Hodges?"

She asked of the men assembled, using that title to emphasise that it was the 'boy' if any such term could be assigned to the young man who was to be in her employ.

"Leaving you, Mr Hodges to take care of the remaining local business?"

She surmised making it clear to all present that she was an astute business woman and not one to make do with sub-standard work.

"... either that indicates that you do not value my patronage or ... "

She turned her gaze upon the younger of the two as she gave no chance for objection.

"... or ... that I am to be given a more personalised service so that my needs are met promptly ... "

Her eyes held the young man's assessing just how capable he might be and whether he would indeed fit into the entourage of her staff.

"I would like to speak with Master Hodges alone."

She stated softly, prompting Thomas to rise quickly and urge the older man to do the same.

"I will keep him but a few minutes Mr Hodges,"

She sought uncharacteristically to reassure.

"And he shall carry to you my answer..."

She stated simply waiting for the two to exit before turning her focus upon the young Blacksmith.

"Your name, Master Hodges? I find it difficult to assign a boy's title to a man. And I believe every man should be given the opportunity to speak for himself, no matter how well-meaning the parent."

She invited with a soft smile.

"And so, Ian, I am sure you have many years experience under your father's tutelage and whilst I do not doubt your skill as a partnership, are you indeed confident that you can complete all work required without this direct guidance?"

She listened as the young man replied, merely acknowledging his words and giving no indication as to whether or not he impressed her.

"Your words do you credit, Ian,"

She responded finally.

"So, I have a proposition for you,"

She paused ensuring she had his full attention.

"I will give you a trial of 2 weeks. During that time my estate will be your only client and yours and yours alone."

She set out her terms clearly.

"You may choose to remain at home during that time and travel here each day, or, if you prefer you may see Thomas about taking staff lodgings here for that duration."

She could not help wandering what his choice in that respect might be, but continued with the business in hand.

"During that time you will restore and repair both carriages after which I will leave it entirely up to you which tasks you choose to begin and in fact complete within that time frame."

With total freedom, Abigail knew she would learn much about whether Ian was to prove a valuable asset to her.

"At the end of that time we can hopefully move to offering a more permanent arrangement? Are those terms acceptable?"

Whatever his response she would leave it to the young man to give his father the news. It would be interesting to see how Ian might flourish once out of the elder man's shadow...

 

[ClydeMacGregor]

Lady Abigail’s body language hasn’t gone unnoticed by Alistair and Ian, particularly by Alistair. Thus far she seems to acknowledge that problems exist and Thomas the head groomsman concurs but will they be hired to resolve them? Both father and son feel their hearts beat within their senses, both wait with anticipation.

"I believe the priority would have to be the carriages. Whilst the Brougham seems to be in dire need of attention, I would wish you to attend to the Landau as I anticipate several social engagements in the near future."

To Ian that sounds like acceptance of their offer but Alistair knows from his business experience the Lady may still deny their services. The conversation continued with Lady Abigail interjecting comments and questions.

"An inventory of our equipment, both stables and garden might take some considerable time. What timescale do you anticipate as I assume that your services are in great demand within the district Mr Hodges?"

"So, in fact I am being asked to engage Master Hodges?"

"Leaving you, Mr Hodges to take care of the remaining local business?"

"... either that indicates that you do not value my patronage or ... "

"... or ... that I am to be given a more personalised service so that my needs are met promptly ... "

"I would like to speak with Master Hodges alone."

"I will keep him but a few minutes Mr Hodges,"

"And he shall carry to you my answer..."

The Lady continued commenting and questioning without permit for responses. Rather than Alistair force his answers, he wisely decided to let the Lady continue with her dialog. Manners to aristocrats and other of nobility is of paramount importance, more so than to commoners. This lesson was learned by Alistair long ago.

Just as Alistair sensed an opportunity to respond to her sequence of questions, she dismissed Thomas and Alistair in preference for speaking with Ian alone. Thus Alistair nods, stands and follows Thomas out of the study. Undoubtedly Lady Abigail impressed father and son with her diligent knowledge of business matters. Although still young and new to the business of blacksmithing, Alistair is confident his son will address the Lady’s concerns and if not he will request the opportunity to appeal her denial. In any case, he feels the Lady and Thomas are convinced the Brougham will be repaired by them because its faulty condition cannot be sustained much longer. Furthermore, the Lady’s wish to have them ensure the Landau is in proper working condition provides further assurance of business. Rather than wait for the Lady’s meeting with Ian to end, Alistair makes good use of his time by requesting Thomas to take him to the Landau so he may inspect it and assess its condition.

Once the study’s door is closed, the Lady and Ian turn to each other again. Appropriately, Ian remains silent, listens and thinks of answers in his mind while Lady Abigail resumes command of the conversation.

"Your name, Master Hodges? I find it difficult to assign a boy's title to a man. And I believe every man should be given the opportunity to speak for himself, no matter how well-meaning the parent."

Upon hearing her most recent comment followed by a soft smile, he leans forward in her direction, both hands on his knees and replies, “M’Lady may address me as she wishes.” He was tempted to say titles are not of importance to him but he censored himself in time. Instead he responds to her previous line of questions. “My father and I value the patronage of all clients and we shall endeavor to provide you with the best of our services at your pleasure. He must attend to local matters while I, should I be accepted in your employ here, will perform work that may be accomplished on these grounds. When not, I shall return to the village to use the blacksmith shop so you may obtain the best of our services for your full benefit.”

"And so, Ian, I am sure you have many years experience under your father's tutelage and whilst I do not doubt your skill as a partnership, are you indeed confident that you can complete all work required without this direct guidance?"

“My father placed me under his tutelage since the day I was able to raise a hammer and strike its intended target. I am indeed confident of my skills.” Said Ian keeping this answer short in hopes the Lady’s uncertainty and objections wane. She managed to stir his mind but she also stirred something else, his libido. The Lady’s aura is undeniably charismatic particularly now that she demonstrated a sound sharp mind. Wishing to maintain his mind on business matters, he bites his inner lip hoping that distraction will prevent his eyes from roaming along her curvaceous form.

"So, I have a proposition for you,"

"I will give you a trial of 2 weeks. During that time my estate will be your only client and yours and yours alone."

"You may choose to remain at home during that time and travel here each day, or, if you prefer you may see Thomas about taking staff lodgings here for that duration."

"During that time you will restore and repair both carriages after which I will leave it entirely up to you which tasks you choose to begin and in fact complete within that time frame."

"At the end of that time we can hopefully move to offering a more permanent arrangement? Are those terms acceptable?"

Once again Ian remained silent during her inquisitive commentary and speaks after her last question. A pleasantly relaxed change of face precedes Ian’s verbal response. “Thank you m’Lady!” replies Ian with subtle exuberance and follows with a more lengthy reply.

“Your terms are indeed acceptable. Sensing the upcoming social matters are of import, I shall work on the Landau carriage first then the Brougham. If it pleases you, I shall reside on the premises and with your permission, my father and I will bring some tools and a hearth here for working on the estate. If my father concurs, and I am confident he will, I can return tomorrow with the necessary implements and begin working in the morning. I am willing to remain here as long as you wish m'Lady.”

Ian now a bit more relaxed leans upright and waits for Lady Abigail’s reply before she dismisses him to return to his father. Momentarily, his eyes callously descend to her bosom. Again he bites his inner lip again in hope she doesn't notice as thoughts of the Lady’s appeal and Audrey fleet through his 20 year old mind.

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[DeliciousMaiden]

She did not expect her proposition to be refused, but then again the pleasure on the young man's face was indeed striking.

“Thank you m’Lady!”

Abigail could not resist an answering smile and watched in amusement as relief seemed to loosen Ian's tongue.

“Sensing the upcoming social matters are of import, I shall work on the Landau carriage first then the Brougham. If it pleases you, I shall reside on the premises and with your permission, my father and I will bring some tools and a hearth here for working on the estate. If my father concurs, and I am confident he will, I can return tomorrow with the necessary implements and begin working in the morning.”

She found no fault in the closeness between father and son, nor Ian's loyalty and respect for his parent, but she hoped that working independently would enable this young man to flourish, as long as he earned her patronage of course.

"I am willing to remain here as long as you wish m'Lady.

His enthusiasm betrayed his youth and yet his body, as she had noted upon first sight lacked nothing in development doubtless due to many hours working with heavy tools and metal which had inevitably left him broad shouldered beyond his years.

"Then we will consider that a contract."

She rose and extended her hand to Ian.

"Two weeks trial and then ... "

She felt his firm grip and could not help an inevitable female response to the strength of his rough hand surrounding hers in the business-like shake.

".. and then we can confirm plans for the future... "

She told him, her hand remaining in his for just a few more seconds than necessary.

"I trust your father will be most pleased..."

She commented moving to a bell pull to summon Martha to escort Ian to his father.

"I look forward to seeing your handiwork..."

She told him as Martha entered promptly.

Retaking her seat, Abigail could not help a slight smile at the prospect of their new resident smith. In a less disciplined household the young man might prove too much of a diversion, but knowing their Mistress's high standards she knew none would risk dismissal by displeasing her. And for her part ... she was sure the lad would work out well. And of course the fact that he was far from displeasing on the eye was far from a drawback.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Ooc:

This character has now withdrawn.

The house of Barlow formally extends an invitation to the Lady Abigail Milford for a salon on the first of next month. The Lord and Lady Barlow are among the local gentry and are known for their novel parties, always following some interesting and curious theme. This latest salon is themed around the scandalous novels of their only son, Aidan.

The young Lord Aidan Barlow has a reputation for his eccentric and obviously artistic demeanor, but is otherwise a perfect gentleman. He is handsome, charming and urbane, speaking little but choosing every word with eloquence and style when he does. He is considered one of Meadowford's eligible bachelors but to this day has never committed to any one of the ladies who have expressed interest in him. Indeed, he seems to keep most people at arm's length save for a tight-knit circle of a few select friends.

New characters are invited to join.
You may be any of the NPC roles previously mentioned - i.e you can take over Martha or Thomas, or even join as another servant or member of staff. You might also wish to be the well-meaning parson or indeed wish to take on any of the Barlow family roles...

I'm still offering this openly.
The only stipulation is that you don't God-mod my character or assume her actions or reactions ...

Thanks for reading!
DM

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

I have been away from posting for over a week, but am now back to posting, so I'm bumping this for anyone who is interested to join this story.

Enjoy!

DM

 

[cynstv]

OOC:

Character: Gregory Lloyd
Gregory was in the service of your late husband. He served as a personal guard for the family. He accompanied them to most places, and was generally in charge of security. When your late husband began courting Abigail, Gregory managed to make it so he was his personal guard. You have been around him for some time, and decided to keep him on staff as your bodyguard after the demise of your spouse. The strong silent type, he was always watching, and not nearly as often speaking. He was a tall man, and broad shouldered.

IC:

"Milady, I must apologize for being so distant of late. I have been busy seeing to the security of your new residence," Gregory explained, "There are a few things I need to adjust, and until we are more aware of the surrounding area, I would prefer to know ahead of time of any outings, to ensure that I know the area well, as well as to establish escape routes."

Knowing that there have been a few reports across the county of robberies, Gregory wanted to ensure that Lady Abigail was safe, without building any unnecessary fear in her.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Lady Abigail was in her study when she was informed that Gregory Lloyd wished to speak with her. Her long acquaintance with the man who had originally been in her husband's pay and then served them both throughout their marriage brought a smile to her face and the instruction that he join her in this room to which few visitors, or staff were ever given access.

She rose as the man entered, turning to greet him.

"Gregory, you have been most remiss of late,"

She scolded good-naturedly as she took a more comfortable seat to face him.

"Milady, I must apologize for being so distant of late. I have been busy seeing to the security of your new residence,"

Lady Abigail nodded in acknowledgement of the reason for his prolonged absence. Her husband had always trusted his judgement and always urged her to pay heed to Lloyd's advice in his absences. Being thrown much together, especially in the aftermath of her husband's demise, Abigail had come to rely on him, even in so far as requesting that he survey her current residence in advance of purchasing. It was mainly due to his assurances that the place could be made secure and private that Abigail had been prepared to move to such a remote rural location.

"There are a few things I need to adjust, and until we are more aware of the surrounding area, I would prefer to know ahead of time of any outings, to ensure that I know the area well, as well as to establish escape routes."

She nodded in agreement.

"Of course. After the visit of the parson and his gossip of a wife, visitors have been inevitable..."

She told him with a sigh.

"Martha has strict instructions to accept calling cards, but not to allow any further callers entrance, at least those with social aspirations and of course the busy-bodies ... "

She gave a sad smile.

"It seems I am the talk of the village ..."

She told him wearily.

"Just what I wanted to avoid ... "

She remained silent for a few moments.

"You have seen the new smith? Hodges? His father runs the smithy in the village. The arrangement is that only the son has access to the grounds and servants' quarters. I trust that Hodges has made you aware of his addition to the staff?"

 

[cynstv]

"It seems I am the talk of the village ..."

"Ahh, Milady, forgive me if I speak out of place, Milady, but I fear no matter where you go, people will always speak of you," stated Gregory, hoping she required no further explanation.

"I trust that Hodges has made you aware of his addition to the staff?"
"Well, not directly milady, however, I heard rumblings from the staff, and looked into him a bit. He should present no problem."

"Lady Abigail, there are some improvements that I would like to make to better equip the residence for your safety. I would like to have a hidden room and passage constructed in your bedroom. The passage would lead to a safe exit from the residence, should the need arrive. Also, I suggest improving the locks and bars on all exterior doors. I have checked the windows, and those seem secure enough for now. The room and passage will be a bit costly, as I would like to bring the labor in from afar so as to minimize local knowledge of our endeavors. When you have some time, I would like to show you what I am considering, so you may decide as you feel most prudent," Gregory explained.

Gregory found nothing more important than the safety of Lady Abigail, and as such, he kept alert at all times for gossip and rumblings of the locals and staff.

Gregory stood straight while he awaited Lady Abigail's response.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

"Ahh, Milady, forgive me if I speak out of place, Milady, but I fear no matter where you go, people will always speak of you,"

He had told her and she supposed that a young widow with her entourage of servants relocating anywhere would cause attention.

"Lady Abigail, there are some improvements that I would like to make to better equip the residence for your safety. I would like to have a hidden room and passage constructed in your bedroom. The passage would lead to a safe exit from the residence, should the need arrive."

Abigail considered the man before her, his talk of a hidden room and escape passage seemed dramatic to say the lease, but her husband had always advised her to heed his advice.

"Also, I suggest improving the locks and bars on all exterior doors. I have checked the windows, and those seem secure enough for now. The room and passage will be a bit costly, as I would like to bring the labor in from afar so as to minimize local knowledge of our endeavors. When you have some time, I would like to show you what I am considering, so you may decide as you feel most prudent,"

She smiled at his forethought. Based on recent experience, once anyone local knew of her 'arrangements' the information would be all over the village instantly.

"Of course, do proceed with securing the exterior doors, but, Gregory ...?"

She hesitated to question his judgement even though it was he who was in her pay.

"Do you not think that the additions to my bedroom are somewhat ... unnecessary...?"

She suggested tentatively.

"This area, though agog with curious locals is surely not one where actual danger may lurk?"

She asked.

" ... unless you are in possession of information you have yet to impart to me?"

She prompted.

 

[cynstv]

"Do you not think that the additions to my bedroom are somewhat ... unnecessary...?"

"Milady, I would never suggest any expenses from your coffers that I didn't think absolutely necessary. As it happens, there have been some incidents... not just in our county, but in adjoining ones as well of late.. and I would feel better if there were means for you to escape unnoticed. I would have a short, rough passage from my chambers to the exit as well, allowing me to get to you quickly and silently, to whisk you away from any danger," Gregory explained.

Although he felt he was rather long winded in his response, he knew Lady Abigail would likely have questions, and preferred to have as much information up front as possible.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

"Milady, I would never suggest any expenses from your coffers that I didn't think absolutely necessary. As it happens, there have been some incidents... not just in our county, but in adjoining ones as well of late.. and I would feel better if there were means for you to escape unnoticed. I would have a short, rough passage from my chambers to the exit as well, allowing me to get to you quickly and silently, to whisk you away from any danger,"

Abigail supressed a twinge of unease.

"I see ... "

She replied absorbing what to her was surprising information.

"Then of course, do what you believe needs to be done ..."

She directed him.

"There were many who counselled that I should stay in town, but ... "

She shook her head and gave a grimace.

"I should have had no peace at all had I remained in our Town House..."

There had become a stage when condolences had become a burden she wished to escape.

"These 'incidents' you speak of. Were they attacks upon property?"

She could not help but ask.

 

[cynstv]

"These 'incidents' you speak of. Were they attacks upon property?"

"Milady, most have not been.... but a few have. Most of the incidents have been robbers on the roads. While very few have been against a residence, those that have did not end well," Gregory explained.

While he was extremely concerned for Lady Abigail's safety, deep down inside, Gregory wanted her to feel that she needed him around at all times. He couldn't stand to be separated from her.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

"Milady, most have not been.... but a few have. Most of the incidents have been robbers on the roads. While very few have been against a residence, those that have did not end well,"

Abigail's eyes met those of her bodyguard; his words were ominous and it was perhaps his lack of detail and that ambiguous phrase which concerned her more than ever.

"You know I appreciate your counsel, Gregory. As you suggested, I declined the invitation to the Barlow salon at the end of the month, but I must confess that an outing is well overdue ... "

She was sure she noted disapproval in her body guard's eyes.

"One cannot remain cloistered forever, even when in mourning one must venture beyond one's own walls,"

She told him.

"... and perhaps it is the novelty of the unknown which draws the numerous callers to the door. If I were to be seen in public, then curiosity would be sated and we might be left in peace ..."

She proposed, never considering that her appearance might in fact incite interest, rather than quell it.

"I thought perhaps attendance at this week's local Sunday service and then I believe there is a fete ... next Saturday ... they should be perfectly safe, don't you think Gregory?"

 

[cynstv]

"One cannot remain cloistered forever, even when in mourning one must venture beyond one's own walls,"

"Milady, I understand. If you wish to go to town, all I ask is you be aware of the situation. I would be honored to accompany you into town, if you so desire."

"I thought perhaps attendance at this week's local Sunday service and then I believe there is a fete ... next Saturday ... they should be perfectly safe, don't you think Gregory?"

"Sunday service would be a good opportunity to get out, milady. You are correct, there is a fete next Saturday. As far as it being perfectly safe, nothing ever is, but the risk is acceptable. Shall I accompany you to those? It would be my pleasure, Lady Abigail."

Gregory spoke while looking directly at Lady Abigail. He wanted her to understand how serious he was, and that he would indeed do whatever was required to guarantee her safety.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

"Milady, I understand. If you wish to go to town, all I ask is you be aware of the situation. I would be honored to accompany you into town, if you so desire."

Abigail considered his words and nodded slowly.

"I think ... that might be wisest ... given the circumstances ... "

She decided finally.

"Sunday service would be a good opportunity to get out, milady. You are correct, there is a fete next Saturday. As far as it being perfectly safe, nothing ever is, but the risk is acceptable. Shall I accompany you to those? It would be my pleasure, Lady Abigail."

She sighed heavily.

"I fear these duties may be tedious for you Gregory, but my husband always did urge me to take your advice, so, perhaps for the present I will require your company for all my engagements ... "

She told him.

" ... perhaps a briefer outing in the first instance?"

She suggested.

" ... there are several invitations ... "

She pointed to the silver salver on the side which held various calling cards.

"Perhaps tea at the vicarage, or something suitably ... local ... ?"

She suggested.

" ... perhaps you would care to look through them and make your suggestions, Gregory?"

She invited.