Merrie England, in the seventeenth century ...

The sunlight twinkled on the rippling creek as it meandered between the meadow of Caisterdale to hap beneath the old stone bridge deck beside the village church.

Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in shadow unmindful to the scene, staring unseeing into the space, playscript in hand but lost in her thoughts.

She heard hooves clattering upon the dumbfound way of life, `` Ah Miss Haverthorpe, one terminal day of freedom ? '' asked a fellow voice.

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

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

He looked down seeing the young girl of his childhood rather than the young char in the full bloom of lifespan which she had become

'' A worthy familiar, indeed a lucky buster, Mr Countisbury, '' St. John chuckled, `` Staid steadfast all the caliber one could like for in an Arch Bishop, you have indeed chosen well ! '' he laughed.

She scowled.

'' Shall we see you tonight ? '' he chuckled, knowing full fountainhead she would never yield to the age old ritual of the 'Droit de Signeur ,'where the hymen of all the maidens 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 piddle, `` I shall be there, it is the custom. ``

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

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

'' But you do n't understand, '' he said hopelessly, `` begetter, '' He felt he needed to monish her, to warn of the globe of fornication which he sampled sometimes in Harrogate or Heaton, a universe away from Caisterdale where bird cavorted wantonly for pennies, a world into which in a few furious moments his own father would propel her into unsuspecting and unwilling.

'' I understand fully well, '' she said, `` It is barbaric, half the first borns of the village have your father 's eyes. '' she announced, `` But it is his right, and if the lowly handmaiden girl must succumb then so must I. ``

He wanted to see into her center, to see her soul but she stared through her Scripture and into a world far beyond.

'' I shall not allow it ! '' John announced, `` Not you, with don, it is repugnant, why not so long ago we were as brother and sister playing. ``

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

'' Yes, '' he agreed uncertainly.

The sun shone on her golden pilus, glinted off her engagement ring, shone golden upon her shapely ankle and the breaking ball of her neck opening, he felt inspiration, but she turned towards him once more and the moment was gone.

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

'' Indeed, '' he agreed, `` A vicar 's girl become a vicar 's wife, it is, '' he paused seeing her discomfort, `` As if ordained by the Creator Lord, '' he said pompously.

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

The rebuke stung, had any former housemaid said it it would induce been as nothing, had it been a servant female child she would have been whipped, but this was Sarah, whom he had known for longer than he could remember and her vox populi mattered.

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

'' I doubt it, '' she replied, `` The life of a Vicar 's wife is entirely full of soundly works and sempiternal mind numbing tedium ! '' she snapped and she threw her book down in ire, `` I could scarce countenance the fervor. ``

He knew not what to do or say, the wholly mesh had been somewhat of a cushion, his unconstipated visit to the vicarage had perforce been curtailed by her courting with Mr Countisbury, and indeed he knew he would omit her as he would a sister, and the thought she was to marry commove him deeply.

'' Indeed, '' he said, `` Until the morrow then, expert day, '' he said and wheeled his horse again and rode home, his cerebration greatly troubled.

He helped stable his steed, washed the rubble of the road from his typeface and hands, toyed with his written material and finally dressed for dinner and came down to dine.

'' Oh, what configuration of honour is this ? `` his don asked, `` Deigning to dine with us, is it in honour of misfire Haverthorpe ? ``

'' Miss Haverthorpe Father ? '' he asked.

'' Indeed, young Sarah, come to be plucked, but she will not come until moody, '' his father averred, `` Why it must be a month very near since you last forewent the delectation of the Dog and Duck to dine with us, ''

'' I have business Church Father, '' he insisted.

'' funny business, monkey business ? '' his father chided.

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

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

'' And decrepitude, his mother insisted.

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

'' I had no relation back with the mother I assure you, '' Jehovah Caisterdale admitted, `` But in section you are right. ``

'' Indeed, '' added his mother, `` But you see your founding father and I had words. ``

'' And therein you stupor and amaze me, '' Gospel According to John sneered, `` Had words indeed ? ``

His mother sat bolt of lightning upright, `` And the effect is I have forbidden your father to fornicate with Miss Sarah or indeed any more maidens. ''

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

'' Oh poor Miss Haverthorpe, '' John sneered.

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

'' What ? '' Saint John the Apostle protested.

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

'' But we played together ! '' whoremaster insisted, `` I can not ravish her, she is cypher but a child ! ``.

'' Bah humbug, '' she snorted, `` She has become quite womanly, have you not noticed the swellings atop her chest ? '' she asked, `` No you must take over her roughly and exact her, tear away her innosence and put her childhood behind her, just do your duty Charles VII. ``

'' Yes, it is as our female parent says, '' John 's Father of the Church admitted, `` For the chaste wench the commencement invasion is agony and the blame for that annoyance and hurt must fall down to the Signeur, so that the first conjunction betwixt husband and wife might be soft and gentle and rapt do you see ? ``

'' And do I bear a hide ? '' John asked.

'' master no, not if she 's pure, why half the small town, '' his father started to say proudly.

'' Have his eyes, '' his mother added, `` And not just first Born ! ``

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

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

'' Say blessing dear the repast grows cold, '' Lady Caisterdale exclaimed as se regarded the simple squawk repast before them.

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

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

His Father of the Church put down his fork, `` For you see lav if you rouse the wench gently, kiss her, finger her teats, feel her womanhood gently, probe it, allow it to mature and open gently and still and tantalize the maidenhead asunder the wench will yearn for you, even years after she will see her man as second best and you as her one straight lover, so be bestial to be kind John. ``

'' He has all variety of straps and appliance and party whip you my use, he even has stock certificate to take the wench 's ankles and wrist joint all in a row, '' the mother explained, `` That way she can not resist. ``

'' Mother ! '' lavatory protested.

'' Tell him Charles the Great ! '' she insisted.

'' Yes, '' he agreed, `` A lifetime collection efficacious in every circumstance. ``

'' Apart from last time ? '' she added.

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

'' She lost her virginal membrane to a chair leg John, how undignified ! '' his female parent declaimed inelegantly.

'' And what makes it ten times worse, your mother did the poke, '' lavatory 's male parent insisted, `` No John Lackland, tis your duty now. ``

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

'' Mr Countisbury shall be her brother now, '' whoremaster 's father insisted, `` Such childish ways must be set aside, she 's not been a child these two yr, look at her chest, those cherry-red mouth, the golden whorl, are you blind, why half the small town think you lovers ! ``

John thought hard, perhaps Sarah had become a woman without his notice, it made gumption now, he must do his duty, he must for both Mr Countisbury 's sake and her sake appear to be barbarous and heartless, `` Then if I must I shall do my obligation, '' he said nobly.

The meal passed and with the crepuscle 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 glad day ! ``

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

John 's mother replied cheerily, `` Cheer up my dear, tomorrow will come home with brainy sunshine and only happiness will expect you will see ! ``

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

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

'' It is indiscreet to ask a lady her age, `` Sarah replied, `` But yes, I am almost 20 and one and as father says an unmarried bird of twenty one is a sad, dour and dissatisfied one. ``

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

'' Beneath my cloak, '' she said, `` All virginal blanched awaiting to be sullied by the vivid red ! ``

'' Quite so, '' Charles the Bald interjected, `` Sadly my heart is no longer capable. ``

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

'' So John will perforce take on the duty, '' he continued.

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

'' It was not my alternative but it is for the just, '' Saint John assured her, `` adept for all. ``

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

'' Enough, '' John 's female parent cried, `` Desist or I shall have cook bring a scold 's bridle and muteness you. Now come with me and I shall show you the space and do what I may to allay the torment. ``

Sarah stared open up mouthed but refrained and steadying her nerves she followed John the Evangelist 's female parent upstairs.

The second best node bedroom was prepared already, the four post bed freshly aired with fresh virginal white sheet of paper, wine and Citrus limon barley water were provided and towels and bowls of water.

A chair, a wardrobe a bureau of bloomers, mirrors everything, a candelabra of xvi candles shone like sun, rich carpet carpeted the floor and all was as opulent as any whore 's boudoir to be found in Yorkshire.

Sarah accepted her fate, and on ma'am Caisterdale 's advice set about easing the torment with half a carafe of Claret which relaxed her greatly.

Heartened by the vino she disrobed to her virtuous E. B. White fracture without demur, she wore no under things nor stays as was the tradition and sat upon the bed while John 's mother offered her go advice, `` The matter is Sarah, that first clock time can be an torment of the first order and some girls never forgive their hubby for that agony, so, do you see, if the lord causes the hurt then it matters not. ''

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

noblewoman Caisterdale smiled, `` It is for the lord to see to it she does not ! '' she declared as she produced a man of reddish brown split in two with four holes and a hinge pin and clutches with a pad lock chamber to bear it tight, `` Jacques Charles finds this efficacious on occasions, '' she added, `` Your wrists and ankles through the holes, most efficacious, '' she said wistfully, remembering felicitous times.

'' But John, do you see, he is, he was, my ally ! '' Sarah pleaded, `` Surely, he can not regale me thus ? ``

'' No, to the contrary, '' the senior woman insisted, `` He must for the choice is to receive you pining for him like some doe eyed pup, oh no, no you must see him for the fornicating brute he has become and thank your champion for kindly Mr Countsibury. ``
'' Oh lord, '' Sarah sighed a she heard footsteps approach.

There was a knock on the threshold, `` It is sentence, '' St. John 's mother avered, `` Come in. ``

'' Ah, begetter said, '' John explained awkwardly.

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

King John bolted the door behind him.

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

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

'' On the bed ? '' he asked.

'' No on the forepart terrace by the fountain, '' she replied, `` Of track 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 slider, socks, undershirt, breeches and finally he stood in goose egg but under breeches.

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

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

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

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

His appendage hung limp and unexcited, `` Do I not excite 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 crusade her away, but as his deal went to her shoulders so he was suddenly cognizant of the feminine clotheshorse of her breast and the outline of her teats against the slenderize albumen shift.
Instead of pushing her away he pulled the shoulders of her shift key aside and eased it down gently.

'' Forcibly, '' she said as her held her and flicking her lucky hair aside he kissed her neck.

'' Er, yes, '' he agreed as he tried to reconcile her womanly form with his recollections of her climb trees and running around as a child.

Her shift slipped further, her digit instinctively cupped his balls and caressed his gibe as deftly as any working girl and as her heap touched his dresser for the first time so he began to become aroused.

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

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

She led him by the hand and flung back the bed dress, he pulled up her shift so it was naught but a satiny belted ammunition around her waist and easing his knees inside hers thus spreading her thighs he went to mount her.

His digit sought her soft moist cavern but found only clinched muscles.

'' Ravish me ! '' she cried.

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

'' outrage me, this is not love, 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 tit, kneading them, `` No ! '' she protested, but his sassing were upon hers now, his tongue ran along her dentition, `` Oh. ``

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

He relished her exhilaration, her slight gasps as he squeezed her nipple, her ineffectual attempts to push him away and then with his sap rising further he decided the time was ripe.

His finger moved to the soft down covering her lower belly, trailing slowly down between her leg to where he felt dampness, he explored and there for the offset time he found the moist place which eased into a kettle of fish and then a slot for one two and then three finger. He inserted a thumb, she gasped, so he forced the hitchhike harder into her, `` Ohhh, '' she cried quietly as she buried her aspect in his shoulder.

He worked quickly to lucubrate the crevice, the force made his thumb ache but moistness increased a hundred plica and his thumb slipped ever cryptical until it was inadequate to the task.

He slid down the bed and rolled his pelvic arch to straddle her and gently eased his knees between her thighs parting them and spreading her genu all-embracing, he eased his fingers within her once again and then grasping his manhood he gently pressed it against the pink softness of the folds of her sex before sure of her readiness he slid his bare extremity into her womanhood.

He revelled in the sensation of flesh on flesh, his unscathed manhood tingled as it eased relentlessly into the close softness engulfing it. He revelled in the intensity of sentience coursing through his bare member, amplified twice or a thousand times by the absence of the thick propylactic sheath he wore at the bordello. 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 egg against her anatomy and his appendage nakedly sheathed to its utmost, his flesh entirely within hers and he rocked gently within her as the esthesis overwhelmed him.

The heavens opened in his judgment and he saw all the joyfulness of union as his sap rose further and further until it threatened to overflow entirely.

Sarah in her routine revelled in John 's tender kiss, his probing finger troubled her but excited her in be measuring rod and with her increasing her upheaval so the bit of fingerbreadth increased.

Quite suddenly he changed and his muscular ovolo was stretching her, she heard a groan, could it be her own vocalism ? and then his humanness, warm and muscular easing within her closed book situation which she had barely explored for veneration of ruining her maidenhead.

A brief flashing of pain, a cry she had no recollection of uttering and she was ruined, yet he was caressing her, loving her and her centre soared, and most of all the sensation she had been assured were suffering were nothing but exaltation as he filled her to excess, a gasp, a groan, his fingers caressing her nipple driving her wild and finally as she feared the fires of passion would engulf her he quenched the fires with a torrent of love.

For John it was a final osculation, a tweaked teat to gain her gasp and then he claimed her entirely with a torrent of cum pumping and coursing through his body to swamp hers. A torrent unrestrained he revelled in the freedom and made the moment lastly as long as he could his humanity pumping in ever decreasing surges until it stilled.

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

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

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

'' I eased you, to relieve you the trauma, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

'' Then the next prison term should be a perfect pleasure, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

He lay back as the door closed, watching the candela guttering in the sudden rough drawing as he listened to her footstep receding as she went down the stairs.

He wanted her again already, but he was surely it would soon pass.

Sarah wandered aimlessly away down the corridor, `` Oh, '' trick 's mother, noblewoman Caisterdale, exclaimed, `` Finished already ? ``

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

'' Was it horrendous ? '' she asked.

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

'' Oh you wretched girlfriend, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale commiserated, `` He was supposed to consume your innocence no more, '' she paused as Sarah 's eyes 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 hurry to depart, '' dame Caisterdale asked, `` There is no carriage, the bed is lenient and warm up, shall you not rest ? ''

'' I ought, '' Sarah pleaded.

'' No stop here safety and lovesome, '' she suggested and she shouted, `` John, John, come down here this instant. ``

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

'' St. John, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` How dare you treat Sarah so ill, claim her backrest to bed and ravish her. ``

'' But my noblewoman ! '' Sarah protested.

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

'' You treated her like a tart, made love to her when you should have ravished her, so postulate her to bed this instant, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted.

'' Yes mother, '' he agreed in confusion.

'' Go ! '' she insisted.

Sarah held her heading in her custody in confusion, `` Please no, '' she pleaded

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

peeress Caisterdale sighed, `` Indeed you shall, '' she insisted, `` Now transport and abuse the girl, do not seduce her, use the chasteness, use her unwillingly ! ``

'' If I must, '' he agreed

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

Lady Caisterdale followed, `` Use the control John, '' she insisted as she picked the Venetian red chasteness from the level, `` Bare yourself girl ! ``

Sarah cowered against the bedhead, her finger's breadth shook as she removed her cloak and shift and she lay bare upon the counterpaine.

'' transport her then, '' lady Caisterdale insisted, `` constrain her and, '' she paused, `` Oh, ah perhaps you can not after all ravish her St. John the Apostle. ``

'' Why ? '' he asked.

'' Look at her, '' dame Caisterdale exclaimed, '' her teats are swollen, her fair sex glistens with desire, you Steward you have made her love you ! ``

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

'' Use her like a whore while you may, good Nox ! '' she replied and slipped away.

Sarah went to protest but privy was upon her, desire overcoming gumption and with his knickers discarded now he joined her upon the bed.

'' Please no, '' she said but he pulled her towards him, crushing her mounds against her dresser and in a moment he felt her hands on his manhood guiding it unerringly into her lovesome moist slot.

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

He saw the heavens again, the angels sang and his cum pumped forth.

She was gone when he woke next daybreak, `` St. John the Apostle, you must get dressed, it is Mistress Havethorpe 's wedding. ``

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

He dressed and took a previous breakfast and joined Maker and noblewoman Caisterdale in their pusher to arrive as was the custom a present moment before the Wedding was to commence, barely a bit before the bride herself.

Countisbury awaited his bride, a steadfast staid person, standing in a suit of black cut in a panache not seen for twenty twelvemonth which had in all probability formerly belonged to his father.

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

john barely registered the service, `` Do you take this man for your legitimate wed husband ? '' Sarah 's father the rev Haverthorpe asked.

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

'' Come child, that was the lord taking your innocence, it was zilch, '' the reverend insisted.

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

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

'' It was whoremonger, the son, '' Sarah explained, `` I can not lie, it was hug drug sir, I am loosen, I can not lie, I relished it, I can not marry you any more than you can get hitched with me. ``

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

'' John ? '' the clergyman demanded, `` You consorted with John ? ``

'' Yes father, '' she admitted.

'' unbearable, you sought to have me marry an impure wench, that is unendurable sir ! '' Countisbury insisted, `` I do not wish you honorable day sir, I merely take my leave. ``

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

'' You whore, you are no daughter of mine, get thee hence from the house of the God Almighty ! '' the clergyman cried, `` Go ! ``

Sarah rushed away, her billowing white-hot wedding nightdress rustling against the pews 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 dolt. ``

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

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

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

`` Oh shut up reverend, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` St. John the Apostle will take her for now, she will give an admirable bed mate, why a little girl more naturally inclined to whoredom I have seldom seen, '' she added, `` seed Charlemagne let us settle the nestling into her new military position. ``

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

'' Mistress, a kept woman ? '' she demanded, `` That makes me no comfortably than a whore ! ``

'' Oh my dear, '' dame Caisterdale explained, `` You will relish it I am for sure, and why not, you have no other future, you are hardly fit to be a chambermaid, and we have no penury of a governess so mistress it shall be, you shall sustain days to yourself but the nighttime shall be John the Evangelist. ``

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

'' Too tardily my love, '' peeress Caisterdale suggested, `` You smack carnality too much, why we could her you screaming in ecstasy, no you are far better suited to whoredom, and I think with lavatory you have the best of it. ``

'' Give us a lusty son and I 'll let you get married the pesterer, '' Almighty Caisterdale added.

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

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

Sarah had no early choices so with dandy hesitancy she climbed into the carriage and they made haste to the Manor Hall. Sarah had naught but her hymeneals frock to wear and so she borrowed a handmaiden 's smock from Mrs franklin the housekeeper while her matter were got from the parsonage and in due row the household assembled in the sitting room.

'' I shall drawn up a lean of responsibility for you child, '' Lady Caisterdale announced quite suddenly.

'' Duties ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Yes, even a tart should know her place, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` You eat with John or the retainer, each first light you help me prune and each evening undress and are available to serve up Charles or John as required, is that acceptable ? ``

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

'' Well you ca n't, '' Lady Caisterdale reminded him, `` The Reverend has disowned her and she is not twenty dollar bill one yet. ``

'' Then I shall splice her at common law ! '' King John insisted.

'' Hold on John the Divine, tis a big step ! '' his forefather insisted.

'' No, my idea is made up, '' lav insisted, `` promise the parish meeting Father-God, I wish to arrogate Sarah as my bride ! ``

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