| Music : Memory ( From Cats ) |
| Before Time, Page 5 |
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| She held his hand tightly for her trust in him was great. How she had ' captured ' him, she couldnae fathom, for in truth, if asked, she was only hunting fer apples and berries. |
| From that day on, Maire could never explain the tears that came to her eyes. She wasnae sad yet the tears flowed down her cheeks at his words. |
| He felt as though his heart was in his throat and spoke softly to her, 'If some doesnae please ye Maire, nae... if all doesnae please ye, tell me now, and I'll make it to yer liking. T'Will be yer home til ye breathe yer last Maire, and it must please ye a long time'. |
| She was near dumbstruck as she looked about. The first thing she saw was a long table he seemed to be working on. It was a grand table, and as awed as she seemed to be, she couldnae hide her sweet humor as she said teasingly ' My, my Mister Bowman, seems ye've grown in luxury. How will ye abide a peasant Lass in yer grand Manor house ? ' |
| He, now as emboldened as she and relaxing some for he could see she was nae displeased, replied in a like tone |
| 'Ah, the peasant Lass of me choosin, was ta the manor born and she'll nae have less ' |
| A quick blush swept across her cheeks and a like sensation across her heart. She didnae dare ta reply, couldnae trust her voice. Instead, she focused on some bowls. They too seemed ta be in the process of becoming better bowls, if possible. |
| Are ye plannin many guests then Bowman ? still trying ta quell the pounding in her breast. He looked to where her eyes were fixed ... 'Aye, ye niver know Maire, guests, mayhaps bairns.' Neither averted their eyes, though her blush deepened. |
| She quickly, nae... deftly changed the subject, which was nae lost on him. And the other ones ? Are ye feedin an army sir ? |
| He responded in a like manner, joy and a bit of awe at his blessing from the Fae ... Are ye a conscript then Miss Maire ? |
| She tilted her head to look at him, merriment danced in her eyes. Aye she was a coquette, and more ... had nary a concept of what a coquette was ! ' That would depend on the benefits Sir ' |
| Bowman for his part, tilted his own head, a habit that was second nature to him. He smiled and spoke softly to her. ' 'The benefits maight nae be so ample, but they are forever , |
| Bowman understood , for didnae he feel the same joy in his own heart and eyes ? |
| He also understood the other emotions coursing through his body. He loved this person, beyond all others including Himself |
| Because he did, he reached out his hand to her and spoke gently, softly, belieing the fire in his body. 'Come Love, tis drawing nie ta darkness. We'll get ye ta home so yer mothair willnae fret over yer late return. Mayhaps she'll look with favor when I ask fer yer hand ... ' and the rest of ye '. Both of them smiled and both shared the same thought ' I WILL have ye and none other. |
| Bowman stretched out his hand to her once again. He knew the feeling coursing through him, and though he was loathe ta have her out of reach, out of sight, he knew they must leave for her mother's cottage. Her Da, had long been lost. He was a mariner and had nae returned from his last sailing. The Mothair would no doubt be fearing in her soul, that her Maire was lost too. |
| When they reached the door...'Her ' door They were surprised ta find a rain falling. Bowman had done too well on the cottage. Had it been as it was, he'd have known it was raining. She near stepped outside, but he pulled her back gently. 'Wait m'lady, Ye cannae leave yer 'manor' Dressed improper' |
| She smiled, let him cover her with his cloak and hers, and pondered 'How does he read me mind that way ? |
| "We must cover yer highness, keep the damp and chill off yer bones. Yer Ma will nae be impressed if I bring ye back soppin wet'. |
| Maire looked at her clothing, meager, plain, and for the first time was ashamed of them. Bowman saw right away that she had misunderstood his words and continued to speak in soft, soothing tones. |
| She was startled when he answered her thoughts again ... 'Because we are one Maire, one ' She stood still for a moment,nae wantinmg to leave and said to him 'Are ye of the Fae ? Have I dreamed you Bowman ?' |
| 'Nae MeAngel, ye havenae dreamed me, for sure ye'd dream a handsome rich man.' His laugh was like a soft drum, as it rumbled through him. |
| T'was nae the first time they shared the same thought, And wouldnae be the last. They were one. |