by Lynne Charles
woman eyed the guard carefully, unconsciously noting every detail of the man.
He was a short, stocky man, with thinning hair and a small, neat mustache. He
appeared to be around forty or so in age. Pinned to the left side of his vest
was a shiny, metallic nameplate.
I must see Jonathon Pierce."
barred the path with a sturdy cane he was carrying and attempted to question
the woman. Soon, however, it became obvious that the woman would speak only to
Pierce, and reluctantly, Doyle led the way toward Yorkshire Manor.
woman was shown into the room commonly referred to as the Amethyst Room. The
room seemed to be aptly named, for almost every object 'was some shade of
purple. The tiled floor was intricately patterned, with inlaid stones ranging
in hue from a deep purple to an intense blue-violet. The walls were arrayed
with vertical designs of tiny, dancing violets in a sea of periwinkle. Bunches
of violets in miniature indigo vases were carefully and artfully arranged on
several chrome tables with lilac-tinted glass tops. A long, lavender couch was
set back into a corner of the expansive room. Several matching easy chairs
were also scattered about. Moving aside many of the satin, orchid-colored
throw pillows from one end of the couch, the woman settled back in anxious
anticipation of her meeting with Jonathon Pierce.
had not long to wait, for in only moments a young man appeared in the doorway.
Though he looked to be under twenty-five, she knew his actual age was thirty.
The man stood about an inch shy of six feet tall, and weighed about 165
pounds. His muscular frame supported his weight well, she thought. As he
stepped into the room, she noticed that his dark brown hair was parted neatly
at the side. His clean shaven face was tanned nicely, and his square-cut jaw
exemplified his courageous character. He was dressed from head to foot in tan.
A loose, airy shirt was tucked tidily into his well-fitting trousers.
Polished, knee-high, black riding boots completed the outfit. She stood to
meet him as he crossed the floor. His dark brown eyes glinted at her
informed me of a visitor, but I did not expect anyone quite as lovely as
by his comment, she could only stare at the floor in silence. Pierce took this
opportunity to study his guest. He estimated her age to be about twenty-two,
or twenty-three. She was very fair, with sunshiny hair accenting her light
complexion. She was roughly five feet, seven inches tall and weighed about 105
pounds. Her attire complemented her figure nicely. A long-sleeved jersey, open
at the neck, hung just over the waist of her riding pants. Knee-high
mocassins, laced and made of leather, expressed an air of wildness in the
civilized surroundings. A cape draped around her shoulders, reaching well past
her knees in length. Gray-green eyes staring at him brought him out of his
thank you, kind sir, for the compliment. However, I bring news of great import
for you and your friends. Is there a place where we may speak
frowned in contemplation, then said, "I was about to exercise my horse,
Shadow. Would you care to accompany me?"
nodded her head in acquiescence. They departed through the front doors of the
Manor, where a black panther sat. The woman stopped to touch it, and then
continued in silence toward the stables with Pierce. Pierce held the reins of
Sunbeam, Shadow's mare, while the woman mounted, then he turned and got on his
own horse. As they settled the horses into a slow trot, the woman began to
am called Asiel."
from the darkness of the surrounding forest, a man watched the riders quietly,
a dark frown furrowing his brow.
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