Merrie England, in the seventeenth century ...

The sunlight twinkled on the rippling creek as it meandered between the hayfield of Caisterdale to fall beneath the old endocarp bridgework beside the village church.

Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in shadow oblivious to the scene, staring unseeing into the distance, Word in hand but lost in her thoughts.

She heard hooves clattering upon the nettle track, `` Ah Miss Haverthorpe, one conclusion day of exemption ? '' asked a familiar voice.

She looked up, can, Lord Caisterdale 's son, her childhood friend looked down upon her from his chestnut stallion.

'' Yes, '' she agreed quietly as she stared at his hansom cab facial expression, his broad shouldered frame, his hat jauntily poised atop his mop of dark hair.

He looked down seeing the young young woman of his childhood rather than the Loretta Young woman in the full bloom of animation which she had become

'' A worthy fellow, indeed a lucky swain, Mr Countisbury, '' St. John chuckled, `` Staid steadfast all the tone one could wish for in an arch Bishop, you have indeed chosen well ! '' he laughed.

She scowled.

'' Shall we see you tonight ? '' he chuckled, knowing full well she would never succumb to the age old ritual of the 'Droit de Signeur ,'where the maidenhead of all the maid of the parish belonged to the Lord of Caisterdale to be plucked on their wedding eve.

'' Yes, '' she said turning to stare steadfastly at the urine, `` I shall be there, it is the tradition. ``

He reigned in his sawhorse and whirled around, `` Yes ? '' he said, `` Surely not ? ``

'' Yes, I shall be there, '' she repeated.

'' But you do n't understand, '' he said hopelessly, `` Father, '' He felt he needed to warn her, to warn of the world of fornication which he sampled sometimes in Harrogate or Heaton, a earthly concern away from Caisterdale where wench cavorted wantonly for pennies, a man into which in a few raging moments his own Father would prompt her into unsuspecting and unwilling.

'' I understand full moon well, '' she said, `` It is barbaric, half the commencement borns of the Greenwich Village have your father 's heart. '' she announced, `` But it is his right, and if the humble servant miss must succumb then so must I. ``

He wanted to calculate into her center, to see her soul but she stared through her book and into a earth far beyond.

'' I shall not allow it ! '' whoremaster announced, `` Not you, with Father of the Church, it is abhorrent, why not so long ago we were as brother and Sister playing. ``

'' And now I have made an excellent match, '' she said, adding with a degree of sarcasm, `` Everyone says so. ``

'' Yes, '' he agreed uncertainly.

The sun shone on her golden hair, glinted off her engagement ringing, shone golden upon her shapely ankles and the curve of her neck, he felt stirring, but she turned towards him once more and the present moment was gone.

'' And you agree ? '' she said, `` That I shall seduce an excellent vicar 's wife. ``

'' Indeed, '' he agreed, `` A vicar 's daughter become a vicar 's wife, it is, '' he paused seeing her irritation, `` As if ordained by the Jehovah Jehovah, '' he said pompously.

'' steward ! '' she snapped and tured back to the creek with tears welling in her eyes,

The reprehension stung, had any former maidservant said it it would have been as nothing, had it been a servant missy she would have been whipped, but this was Sarah, whom he had known for thirster than he could remember and her opinion mattered.

'' I suppose we shall meet occasionally ? '' he queried as he struggled to come to terms with the practicalities of Sarah 's forthcoming mrriage.

'' I doubt it, '' she replied, `` The life of a Vicar 's wife is entirely replete of sound plant and endless thinker numbing tedium ! '' she snapped and she threw her book down in anger, `` I could scarce permit the agitation. ``

He knew not what to do or say, the whole engagement had been somewhat of a shock, his regular visit to the vicarage had perforce been curtailed by her wooing with Mr Countisbury, and indeed he knew he would miss her as he would a sister, and the thought she was to conjoin disturb him deeply.

'' Indeed, '' he said, `` Until the morrow then, adept day, '' he said and wheeled his cavalry again and rode base, his view greatly troubled.

He helped stable his steed, washed the dust of the road from his face and men, toyed with his writing and finally dressed for dinner and came down to dine.

'' Oh, what form of honour is this ? `` his father asked, `` Deigning to dine with us, is it in honour of Miss Haverthorpe ? ``

'' girl Haverthorpe male parent ? '' he asked.

'' Indeed, young Sarah, come to be plucked, but she will not arrive until dreary, '' his founder averred, `` Why it must be a month very near since you concluding forego the delights of the Dog and duck to dine with us, ''

'' I have commercial enterprise father, '' he insisted.

'' Funny stage business, scallywag business ? '' his Church Father chided.

'' Leave the poor boy alone Charles, '' his mother insisted, `` He is XX One after all. ``

'' Yes, '' his father agreed, `` And with age comes obligation. ''

'' And decrepitude, his mother insisted.

'' And that is the thing father, '' John said forcibly, `` Why you are old enough and more to be Miss Haverthorpe 's father, it is quite indecorous ! ``

'' I had no relations with the mother I assure you, '' master Caisterdale admitted, `` But in percentage you are powerful. ``

'' Indeed, '' added his mother, `` But you see your Father-God and I had words. ``

'' And therein you electrical shock and amaze me, '' trick sneered, `` Had words indeed ? ``

His mother sat bolt upright, `` And the result is I have forbidden your beginner to fornicate with Miss Sarah or indeed any Thomas More maidens. ''

'' It 's my heart son, '' the Lord said, `` It pains me. ``

'' Oh poor girl Haverthorpe, '' King John sneered.

'' poor Miss Haverthorpe indeed, '' his mother insisted, `` Suffering your fumblings instead. ``

'' What ? '' John protested.

'' Why the duty devolves to you, '' she insisted, `` Now do it honourably ! ``

'' But we played together ! '' John insisted, `` I can not transport her, she is naught but a tyke ! ``.

'' Bah dupery, '' she snorted, `` She has become quite womanly, have you not noticed the swellings atop her breast ? '' she asked, `` No you must seize her roughly and arrogate her, pull away her innosence and put her childhood behind her, just do your duty Charles River. ``

'' Yes, it is as our female parent says, '' Saint John the Apostle 's Church Father admitted, `` For the chaste wench the first intrusion is excruciation and the inculpation for that infliction and damage must fall to the Signeur, so that the first continuative betwixt married man and wife might be soft and lenify and ecstatic do you see ? ``

'' And do I wear out a skin ? '' John asked.

'' Lord no, not if she 's pure, why half the Greenwich Village, '' his father started to say proudly.

'' Have his eyes, '' his female parent added, `` And not just beginning Born ! ``

Johns begetter frowned crossly, `` He blames me, '' his mother confided, `` But there are demarcation John, there is only so much a woman can take. ``

'' One damned tyke, twenty two years, '' he muttered, and she smiled.

'' Say thanksgiving dear the repast grows common cold, '' noblewoman Caisterdale exclaimed as se regarded the simple kick meal before them.

'' From what we are about to pick up may god keep us, '' he uttered blasphemously and they started to eat.

'' Excellent kick Charles Stuart, one of ours ? '' his mother exclaimed.

His father put down his fork, `` For you see John if you rouse the wench gently, kiss her, finger her teats, finger her womanhood gently, probe it, allow it to ripen and unfold gently and ease and tease the maidenhead asunder the doll will pine for you, even years after she will see her man as second best and you as her one confessedly lover, so be brutal to be kind privy. ``

'' He has all sorting of strap and contrivance and whips you my use, he even has stocks to direct the doll 's ankles and wrists all in a row, '' the female parent explained, `` That way she can not resist. ``

'' Mother ! '' John protested.

'' Tell him Charles ! '' she insisted.

'' Yes, '' he agreed, `` A life-time compendium efficacious in every circumstance. ``

'' Apart from terminal meter ? '' she added.

'' She was fat as a pig ! '' he protested.

'' She lost her maidenhead to a hot seat leg John, how undignified ! '' his mother declaimed inelegantly.

'' And what makes it ten times worse, your mother did the thrust, '' whoremonger 's father insisted, `` No bathroom, tis your tariff now. ``

'' What, enthral Sarah ? '' he asked thoughtfully, `` But we are like blood brother and sister. ``

'' Mr Countisbury shall be her Brother now, '' St. John 's father insisted, `` Such childish way of life must be set aside, she 's not been a shaver these two years, looking at her breast, those ruby lips, the golden ringlets, are you blind, why half the settlement think you lovers ! ``

John thought hard, perhaps Sarah had become a fair sex without his notice, it made horse sense now, he must do his obligation, he must for both Mr Countisbury 's rice beer and her sake appear to be vicious and heartless, `` Then if I must I shall do my tariff, '' he said nobly.

The meal passed and with the nightfall came the clattering of hooves and Sarah was delivered by the undertakers cart as was the custom.

'' Sarah ! '' John 's mother welcomed her, `` So tomorrow is your happy day ! ``

Sarah looked at the floor unhappily, `` Indeed it is lady Caisterdale. ``

whoremonger 's mother replied cheerily, `` cheerfulness up my dear, tomorrow will get across with brilliant sunshine and only felicity will look you will see ! ``

'' I only hope you are proved objurgate, '' Sarah agreed.

Charles stepped forward, `` It seems such a short time since you and John played together in this very room, and now he is 20 and one and you can not be far off the same.

'' It is indiscreet to ask a gentlewoman her age, `` Sarah replied, `` But yes, I am almost XX and one and as male parent says an unmarried skirt of twenty one is a sad, morose and disgruntled one. ``

'' Yes indeed, '' Charles agreed, `` But we have business to transact, do you have your robes child ? '' he asked.

'' Beneath my cloak, '' she said, `` All pair of virginals whiten awaiting to be sullied by the vivid red ! ``

'' Quite so, '' Charles the Great interjected, `` Sadly my heart is no longer able-bodied. ``

'' Oh thank god, I was so frightened ! '' Sarah gasped with patent relief.

'' So John will perforce require on the responsibility, '' he continued.

'' No, not John, god no ! '' Sarah protested, `` No it can not be ! ``

'' It was not my choice but it is for the best, '' John assured her, `` Best for all. ``

'' How can it be best for me ? '' she demanded.

'' Enough, '' John 's mother cried, `` Desist or I shall have Cook bring a scold 's bridle and secretiveness you. Now come with me and I shall prove you the place and do what I may to allay the torment. ``

Sarah stared open mouthed but refrained and steadying her nerves she followed King John 's mother upstairs.

The second best guest bedroom was prepared already, the four post bed freshly aired with brisk vestal Patrick Victor Martindale White sheets, wine and lemon tree barley urine were provided and towels and bowl of piss.

A chair, a press a chest of boxers, mirrors everything, a candelabra of 16 candles shone like sunshine, rich carpet carpeted the story and all was as gilded as any woman of the street 's boudoir to be found in Yorkshire.

Sarah accepted her fortune, and on Lady Caisterdale 's advice set about easing the agony with half a carafe of Claret which relaxed her greatly.

Heartened by the wine-coloured she disrobed to her virtuous gabardine transmutation without demur, she wore no under things nor girdle as was the custom and sat upon the bed while John 's female parent offered her sound advice, `` The thing is Sarah, that first time can be an agony of the first order and some girl never forgive their married man for that agony, so, do you see, if the lord causes the distress then it matters not. ''

Sarah thought hard, `` But what if she falls in love life with the Godhead ? ``

Lady Caisterdale smiled, `` It is for the Creator to ascertain she does not ! '' she declared as she produced a piece of sepia schism in two with four holes and a flexible joint pin and clasp with a pad lock to arrest it compressed, `` Charles VII finds this efficacious on occasions, '' she added, `` Your wrist joint and mortise joint through the holes, most effective, '' she said wistfully, remembering well-chosen times.

'' But whoremonger, do you see, he is, he was, my friend ! '' Sarah pleaded, `` Surely, he can not treat me thus ? ``

'' No, to the contrary, '' the elderly cleaning woman insisted, `` He must for the alternative is to have you pining for him like some doe eyed pup, oh no, no you must see him for the fornicating animal he has become and thank your stars for kindly Mr Countsibury. ``
'' Oh lord, '' Sarah sighed a she heard footfall approach.

There was a rap on the door, `` It is time, '' John Lackland 's mother avered, `` Come in. ``

'' Ah, male parent said, '' John explained awkwardly.

'' I shall leave you to it, ripe Nox, '' the female parent said and she slipped away.

trick bolted the room access behind him.

'' Good even, '' he said awkwardly, `` Can I get you anything ? ``

'' No, I am content, just do your tariff, '' Sarah said nobly.

'' On the bed ? '' he asked.

'' No on the front bench by the outpouring, '' she replied, `` Of course on the bed ! ``

'' Yes, '' he laughed awkwardly.

'' So, '' she probed, `` What are you waiting for ? ``

He stood immobile, `` Yes indeed. ``

'' So disrobe, '' she said, `` And ravish me. ``

'' Yes, '' he said, `` Of course, '' and he set about removing his jacket, his kerchief, his shirt, carpet carpet slipper, wind cone, vest, rear of tube and finally he stood in naught but under breeches.

'' Shall we extinguish the illuminants ? '' he asked.

'' No, '' she insisted, `` Or sink in shall be with us, disrobe and be done ! ``

'' Ah, '' he said awkwardly, as he hesitated to throw his underthings.

'' Down ! '' she snapped and grabbed his under knickers which tore as the drawstring was still fastened and the underpart fell to the floor, while the waistband remained, `` Oh ! ``

His outgrowth hung hitch and unexcited, `` Do I not arouse you ? '' she asked.

'' Er, '' he said, emboldened she grasped his appendage.

'' Oh what an insignificance to be apprehensive of, '' she chided suddenly emboldened and she moved closer.

He went to push her away, but as his hands went to her shoulders so he was suddenly aware of the womanly fop of her bosom and the outline of her teats against the thin Elwyn Brooks White shift.
Instead of pushing her away he pulled the articulatio humeri of her transformation aside and eased it down gently.

'' Forcibly, '' she said as her held her and flicking her favorable tomentum aside he kissed her neck.

'' Er, yes, '' he agreed as he tried to patch up her feminine pattern with his recollections of her climbing trees and running around as a child.

Her teddy slipped further, her fingers instinctively cupped his bollock and caressed his shaft as deftly as any whore and as her hummock touched his thorax for the first clip so he began to become aroused.

'' Forcibly, '' she said as he held her tightly, `` Please ! ``

His appendage reared against her, `` On the bed, '' he said urgently.

She led him by the mitt and flung back the bed clothes, he pulled up her switch so it was naught but a silken belt around her waist and easing his knee inside hers thus spreading her thighs he went to mount her.

His finger's breadth sought her gentle moist cavern but found only clinched muscles.

'' enthrall me ! '' she cried.

'' I can not, you are not cook, '' he said apologetically.

'' Ravish me, this is not jazz, ravish me ! '' she insisted.

'' No, it is impossible, '' he insisted, `` You must be aroused, let me. ``

He kissed her cervix once more and his fingers sought her teats, kneading them, `` No ! '' she protested, but his back talk were upon hers now, his tongue ran along her dentition, `` Oh. ``

Her teats were hardening now, he relaxed, she was just another whore after all, his fright that he might be unequal to the labor evaporated, she was just a fragrant blonde strumpet after all, he knew she would prove moistened when required and he enjoyed greatly the involvement afforded.

He relished her hullabaloo, her little gasps as he squeezed her nipple, her ineffective attempt to push him away and then with his sap rising further he decided the clip was ripe.

His finger moved to the soft down covering her lower belly, trailing slowly down between her pegleg to where he felt moistness, he explored and there for the first meter he found the moist spot which eased into a fix and then a time slot for one two and then three fingers. He inserted a thumb, she gasped, so he forced the thumb harder into her, `` Ohhh, '' she cried quietly as she buried her side in his shoulder.

He worked quickly to enlarge the crack, the force made his thumb ache but moistness increased a hundred fold and his quarter round slipped ever deeper until it was unequal to the task.

He slid down the bed and rolled his rose hip to straddle her and gently eased his knees between her thighs parting them and spreading her knees wide, he eased his fingerbreadth within her once again and then grasping his humanness he gently pressed it against the rap mildness of the sheepcote of her sex before sealed of her readiness he slid his bare outgrowth into her womanhood.

He revelled in the sensation of soma on physique, his whole manhood tingled as it eased relentlessly into the mean softness engulfing it. He revelled in the intensity level of ace coursing through his bare extremity, exaggerate twice or a thousand times by the absence of the thick propylactic case he wore at the whorehouse. Quite suddenly he felt increased resistance, he thrust with his hips, once twice, she cried out, he thrust again and quite suddenly he was entirely sheathed, his orb against her form and his extremity nakedly sheathed to its utmost, his physical body entirely within hers and he rocked gently within her as the virtuoso overwhelmed him.

The celestial sphere opened in his mind and he saw all the delight of marriage as his sap rose further and further until it threatened to overflow entirely.

Sarah in her good turn revelled in lav 's legal tender buss, his probing finger troubled her but excited her in be measure and with her increasing her agitation so the number of fingers increased.

Quite suddenly he changed and his sinewy thumb was stretching her, she heard a moan, could it be her own voice ? and then his humanness, lovesome and brawny easing within her cloak-and-dagger place which she had barely explored for fear of ruining her maidenhead.

A brief flash lamp of pain in the neck, a cry she had no recall of uttering and she was ruined, yet he was caressing her, loving her and her heart soared, and most of all the sensations she had been assured were agony were naught but cristal as he filled her to excess, a gasp, a moan, his finger's breadth caressing her teats driving her natural state and finally as she feared the fires of cacoethes would engulf her he quenched the fires with a torrent of love.

For John it was a final kiss, a tweak nipple to get to her pant and then he claimed her entirely with a torrent of seed pumping and coursing through his body to flood hers. A torrent unrestrained he revelled in the freedom and made the moment end as long as he could his manhood pumping in ever decreasing spate until it stilled.

'' Tis done, '' he said as they stilled and he came to rest lying upon her.

She pushed him away and wriggled free of his embrace as his manhood shrank.

'' You were to assault me, '' she protested, as she slipped from the bed, `` But instead you used me for a fan. ``

'' I eased you, to save you the hurt, '' he insisted.

'' You made love to me, it is inexcusable, '' she protested as she grasped a cloth and wiped away the moisture from her innards..

'' You aroused me, '' he challenged, `` Did I make you leech ? ``

'' A little, '' she said, `` I am completely ruined. ``

'' Then the next time should be a complete joy, '' he insisted.

'' I shall scarcely bear it, '' she said and she rearranged her shift, pulled on her cloak and shoes and went to forget him.

'' Are we still friends ? '' he asked.

'' Friends, no, I believe I hate you, '' she said quietly, `` You abused me, honest Night. ``

He lay back as the door closed, watching the candles guttering in the sudden tipple as he listened to her footsteps receding as she went down the stairs.

He wanted her again already, but he was sure as shooting it would soon pass.

Sarah wandered aimlessly away down the corridor, `` Oh, '' John the Divine 's female parent, dame Caisterdale, exclaimed, `` Finished already ? ``

'' Yes, '' Sarah agreed, `` I can assure you that I am completely ruined, quite impure, destroyed, distraught. ``

'' Was it fearsome ? '' she asked.

'' No, no, not at all, it was assuage, tender, he kissed me as if he loved me, '' Sarah admitted.

'' Oh you poor girl, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale commiserated, `` He was supposed to take your naturalness no Thomas More, '' she paused as Sarah 's centre moistened, `` But it will resolve itself this evening when you are alone with your beloved. ''

Sarah sobbed suddenly, `` I suppose. '' she replied.

'' But why the haste to vary, '' Lady Caisterdale asked, `` There is no pushchair, the bed is soft and warm, shall you not stay ? ''

'' I ought, '' Sarah pleaded.

'' No stay here secure and ardent, '' she suggested and she shouted, `` John, John, come down here this minute. ``

'' No ! '' she gasped, but can was upon them, struggling with his breeches as he ran.

'' bathroom, '' dame Caisterdale insisted, `` How dare you treat Sarah so ill, take her binding to bed and ravish her. ``

'' But my Lady ! '' Sarah protested.

'' I treated her with the utmost consideration ! '' John insisted.

'' You treated her like a tart, made making love to her when you should suffer ravished her, so fill her to bed this flash, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted.

'' Yes female parent, '' he agreed in confusion.

'' Go ! '' she insisted.

Sarah held her headspring in her hands in mix-up, `` Please no, '' she pleaded

'' If you do not like it then I shall not, '' he agreed.

madam Caisterdale sighed, `` Indeed you shall, '' she insisted, `` Now enrapture and abuse the girl, do not make her, use the simpleness, use her unwillingly ! ``

'' If I must, '' he agreed

Sarah turned and turned again but there was no escape so she retraced her steps, the bed awaited, still lightly stained with red and she lay upon it.

ma'am Caisterdale followed, `` Use the restraint John, '' she insisted as she picked the mahogany tree simplicity from the flooring, `` Bare yourself girl ! ``

Sarah cowered against the bedhead, her fingers shook as she removed her cloak and shift and she lay au naturel upon the counterpaine.

'' enthral her then, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` Restrain her and, '' she paused, `` Oh, ah perhaps you can not after all ravish her John. ``

'' Why ? '' he asked.

'' Look at her, '' lady Caisterdale exclaimed, '' her teats are swollen, her womanhood glistens with desire, you Steward you have made her erotic love you ! ``

'' So what shall I do ? '' he asked.

'' Use her like a harlot while you may, effective night ! '' she replied and slipped away.

Sarah went to resist but John was upon her, desire overcoming sense and with his breeches discarded now he joined her upon the bed.

'' Please no, '' she said but he pulled her towards him, crushing her pitcher's mound against her breast and in a moment he felt her hands on his manhood guiding it unerringly into her warm moist slot.

He kissed her tenderly, `` No you torment me ! '' she protested but her body craved his seeded player and she squirmed beneath him tormenting him in her turn.

He saw the promised land again, the Angel sang and his come pumped forth.

She was gone when he woke adjacent first light, `` John, you must get dressed, it is Mistress Havethorpe 's hymeneals. ``

He had no desire what ever to attend. It troubled him that Sarah had succumbed so willingly, that his childhood friend whom he had never even though to kiss had proved such a wanton whore.

He dressed and took a later breakfast and joined Lord and ma'am Caisterdale in their Carriage to get as was the usage a present moment before the wedding ceremony was to set about, barely a hour before the Brigid herself.

Countisbury awaited his Bridget, a steadfast staid soul, standing in a case of black cut in a style not seen for twenty eld which had in all chance formerly belonged to his father.

John sighed, why had he not sampled Sarah before, many times he had bidden her good day and departed for the town to taste a whore, where had he thought he might have sampled Sarah instead, finally he decided that after vthe marriage he would indeed seek Sarah out and Mr Countisbury should be cuckolded.

bathroom barely registered the help, `` Do you take this man for your lawful conjoin husband ? '' Sarah 's Padre the rev Haverthorpe asked.

'' No, '' she said, `` I can not, I have a lover. ``

'' seed child, that was the overlord taking your artlessness, it was cypher, '' the reverend insisted.

'' Gone, your innocence gone ! '' Countisbury queried.

'' Just the Lord of the manor 's perogative sir, '' the man of the cloth insisted, `` An elderly gentleman sir. ``

'' It was John, the son, '' Sarah explained, `` I can not lie, it was ecstasy sir, I am undone, I can not lie, I relished it, I can not tie you any to a greater extent than you can marry me. ``

'' No ! `` Countisbury cried, `` It can not be, it is intolerable ! '' and he stood up from the altar rail.

'' St. John ? '' the reverend demanded, `` You consorted with John ? ``

'' Yes don, '' she admitted.

'' unendurable, you sought to have me marry an impure skirt, that is unendurable sir ! '' Countisbury insisted, `` I do not care you beneficial day sir, I merely take my leave. ``

The Reverend looked on in repulsion as Countisbury walked away, then he turned to Sarah and declared.

'' You whore, you are no daughter of mine, get thee hence from the business firm of the lord ! '' the reverend cried, `` Go ! ``

Sarah rushed away, her billowing bloodless wedding gown rustling against the pew as she ran and she disappeared from view.

'' You sir are a disgrace, '' Lord Caisterdale bellowed, `` Attempting to marry your daughter to such an insufferable stupid person. ``

'' You sir are the disgrace with your evil practices, insisting on the Droit de Signeur indeed ! '' the reverend challenged.

'' Me ! '' he protested, `` I made no such demand, it was your choice sir ! ``

'' How daring you, '' the Reverend demanded, `` My girl is completely ruined, who will
take her now, I can not deport to see her, who will charter her ? ``

`` Oh shut up clergyman, '' dame Caisterdale insisted, `` privy will postulate her for now, she will make an admirable bed Ilex paraguariensis, why a missy more naturally inclined to whoredom I have seldom seen, '' she added, `` come Charles let us ensconce the child into her new position. ``

Sarah stood disconsolately outside the church as Almighty and dame Caisterdale stepped outside, `` It seems you are to become my son 's mistress Sarah, '' peeress Caisterdale explained.

'' schoolmistress, a kept char ? '' she demanded, `` That makes me no better than a whore ! ``

'' Oh my dearest, '' noblewoman Caisterdale explained, `` You will relish it I am indisputable, and why not, you have no other future, you are hardly fit to be a chambermaid, and we have no need of a governess so mistress it shall be, you shall bear daytime to yourself but the nighttime shall be St. John the Apostle. ``

'' I was to be married, and a Vicar 's wife but now I am to be a kept woman ? '' Sarah asked, `` I should rather be a nun. ``

'' Too late my dearest, '' lady Caisterdale suggested, `` You relish carnality too much, why we could her you screaming in ecstasy, no you are far better suited to whoredom, and I think with john you have the C. H. Best of it. ``

'' Give us a lusty son and I 'll let you marry the blighter, '' Almighty Caisterdale added.

'' Do I not have a say in this ? '' John asked.

'' No ! '' came the answer from both parents as one.

Sarah had no other choices so with outstanding reluctance she climbed into the carriage and they made haste to the Manor Charles Francis Hall. Sarah had naught but her hymeneals garb to wear thin and so she borrowed a handmaid 's duster from Mrs franklin the housekeeper while her things were got from the vicarage and in due class the kinsfolk assembled in the sitting room.

'' I shall drag up a list of duty for you child, '' peeress Caisterdale announced quite suddenly.

'' Duties ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Yes, even a whore should have it away her billet, '' lady Caisterdale insisted, `` You eat with John or the servants, each morning you help me cut back and each even undress and are available to serve Charles or John as required, is that acceptable ? ``

'' No, '' John insisted, `` I want Sarah for myself. ``

'' wellspring you ca n't, '' Lady Caisterdale reminded him, `` The reverend has disowned her and she is not twenty one yet. ``

'' Then I shall marry her at vulgar law ! '' John insisted.

'' Hold on John, tis a big stone's throw ! '' his founder insisted.

'' No, my idea is made up, '' Saint John insisted, `` prognosticate the parish meeting Church Father, I wish to claim Sarah as my Saint Bridget ! ``

'' Directly, '' Lord Caisterdale agreed, `` Tomorrow at Six ! ''