Merrie England, in the seventeenth hundred ...

The sunlight twinkled on the rippling brook as it meandered between the meadows of Caisterdale to pass beneath the old stone span beside the small town church.

Sarah sat at the brookside, her facial expression in darkness oblivious to the picture, staring unseeing into the distance, book in handwriting but lost in her thoughts.

She heard hooves clattering upon the get way of life, `` Ah young lady Haverthorpe, one finis day of freedom ? '' asked a intimate voice.

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

'' Yes, '' she agreed quietly as she stared at his hansom human face, his broad shouldered physique, his hat jauntily poised atop his mop of drab hair.

He looked down seeing the young missy of his childhood rather than the Cy Young woman in the fully bloom of living which she had become

'' A worthy swain, indeed a lucky cuss, Mr Countisbury, '' john chuckled, `` Staid steadfast all the qualities one could wish for in an archway Bishop, you have indeed chosen well ! '' he laughed.

She scowled.

'' Shall we see you tonight ? '' he chuckled, knowing full well she would never buckle under to the age old rite of the 'Droit de Signeur ,'where the maidenhead of all the maiden over of the parish belonged to the Almighty of Caisterdale to be plucked on their wedding eve.

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

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

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

'' But you do n't infer, '' he said hopelessly, `` male parent, '' He felt he needed to warn her, to warn of the domain of criminal conversation which he sampled sometimes in Harrogate or Heaton, a world away from Caisterdale where doll cavorted wantonly for centime, a world into which in a few fierce moments his own father would incite her into unsuspecting and unwilling.

'' I understand full well, '' she said, `` It is barbaric, half the foremost Born of the village have your father 's oculus. '' she announced, `` But it is his right, and if the chagrin servant miss must yield then so must I. ``

He wanted to appear into her eyes, to see her soulfulness but she stared through her book and into a world far beyond.

'' I shall not grant it ! '' toilet announced, `` Not you, with father, it is detestable, why not so long ago we were as chum and sister performing. ``

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

'' Yes, '' he agreed uncertainly.

The sun shone on her golden pilus, glinted off her involution ring, shone golden upon her shapely mortise joint and the curve of her cervix, he felt inspiration, but she turned towards him once more and the mo was gone.

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

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

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

The rebuke stung, had any other maid said it it would bear been as nothing, had it been a servant girl she would deliver been whipped, but this was Sarah, whom he had known for foresighted than he could commend and her opinion mattered.

'' I suppose we shall run across 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 full of good whole works and sempiternal idea numbing tedium ! '' she snapped and she threw her book down in ira, `` I could scarce let the excitement. ``

He knew not what to do or say, the entirely meshing had been somewhat of a shock, his even visits to the rectory had perforce been curtailed by her courtship with Mr Countisbury, and indeed he knew he would miss her as he would a baby, and the thought she was to marry disturbed him deeply.

'' Indeed, '' he said, `` Until the morrow then, well day, '' he said and wheeled his horse again and depend upon home, his thoughts greatly troubled.

He helped stable his steed, washed the detritus of the road from his case and hands, toyed with his penning and finally dressed for dinner and came down to dine.

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

'' young woman Haverthorpe Father ? '' he asked.

'' Indeed, youthful Sarah, come to be plucked, but she will not get in until dark, '' his Church Father averred, `` Why it must be a month very near since you last forewent the delights of the Dog and duck to dine with us, ''

'' I have patronage Father, '' he insisted.

'' funny story business, monkey occupation ? '' his begetter chided.

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

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

'' And decrepitude, his female parent insisted.

'' And that is the matter father, '' John said forcibly, `` Why you are old enough and more to be missy Haverthorpe 's don, it is quite unseemly ! ``

'' I had no relations with the mother I assure you, '' noble Caisterdale admitted, `` But in part you are right. ``

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

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

His mother sat bolt upright, `` And the upshot is I have forbidden your father to fornicate with young woman Sarah or indeed any more maid. ''

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

'' Oh piteous Miss Haverthorpe, '' trick sneered.

'' Poor Miss Haverthorpe indeed, '' his female parent insisted, `` Suffering your fumblings instead. ``

'' What ? '' John protested.

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

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

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

'' Yes, it is as our mother says, '' Saint John the Apostle 's father admitted, `` For the chaste wench the first intrusion is agony and the incrimination for that pain and hurt must diminish to the Signeur, so that the first coincidence betwixt hubby and wife might be balmy and assuage and ecstatic do you see ? ``

'' And do I assume a skin ? '' St. John asked.

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

'' Have his middle, '' his mother added, `` And not just commencement borns ! ``

toilet father frowned crossly, `` He blames me, '' his mother confided, `` But there are limit point Saint John, there is only so much a woman can take. ``

'' One damned child, 20 two class, '' he muttered, and she smiled.

'' Say Grace dear the repast grows cold, '' Lady Caisterdale exclaimed as se regarded the simple beef cattle meal before them.

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

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

His Father-God put down his branching, `` For you see Gospel According to John if you rouse the wench gently, kiss her, finger her teats, feel her womanhood gently, probe it, allow it to ripen and open gently and comfort and cod the maidenhead asunder the wench will pine for you, even long time after she will see her man as second gear best and you as her one true lover, so be brute to be kind John. ``

'' He has all sort of straps and gizmo and whip you my use, he even has stocks to take the bird 's ankle joint and wrists all in a row, '' the mother explained, `` That way she can not resist. ``

'' female parent ! '' John protested.

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

'' Yes, '' he agreed, `` A life appeal effective in every circumstance. ``

'' Apart from conclusion sentence ? '' she added.

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

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

'' And what makes it ten prison term worse, your mother did the thrust, '' St. John the Apostle 's Father of the Church insisted, `` No John, tis your obligation now. ``

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

'' Mr Countisbury shall be her brother now, '' John 's father insisted, `` Such childish path must be set aside, she 's not been a nestling these two years, look at her chest, those blood-red lip, the golden ringlets, are you blind, why half the Greenwich Village think you lovers ! ``

whoremonger thought hard, perhaps Sarah had become a woman without his placard, it made signified now, he must do his responsibility, he must for both Mr Countisbury 's sake and her interest appear to be cruel and heartless, `` Then if I must I shall do my obligation, '' he said nobly.

The repast passed and with the dusk came the clattering of hooves and Sarah was delivered by the funeral undertaker 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. ``

John 's mother replied cheerily, `` Cheer up my lamb, tomorrow will dawn with brilliant sunniness and only felicity will await you will see ! ``

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

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

'' It is indiscreet to ask a peeress her age, `` Sarah replied, `` But yes, I am almost 20 and one and as Father of the Church says an unmarried wench of twenty one is a sad, sullen and dissatisfied one. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Enough, '' John 's mother cried, `` Desist or I shall own James Cook bring a nag 's bridle and silence you. Now come with me and I shall exhibit you the topographic point and do what I may to ease the torment. ``

Sarah stared open up mouthed but refrained and steadying her cheek she followed John Lackland 's mother upstairs.

The second best invitee sleeping room was prepared already, the four office bed freshly aired with fresh pure white sheets, wine and lemon barley piddle were provided and towels and roll of water.

A chair, a wardrobe a bureau of draftsman, mirrors everything, a candelabra of 16 candles shone like sunlight, rich rug carpeted the story and all was as opulent as any woman of the street 's boudoir to be found in Yorkshire.

Sarah accepted her portion, and on Lady Caisterdale 's advice set about easing the curse with half a carafe of red Bordeaux which relaxed her greatly.

Heartened by the wine she disrobed to her virginal white shift without demurral, she wore no under things nor corsets as was the tradition and sat upon the bed while King John 's mother offered her sound advice, `` The thing is Sarah, that first time can be an agony of the 1st fiat and some girls never forgive their hubby for that agony, so, do you see, if the lord causes the injury then it matters not. ''

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

Lady Caisterdale smiled, `` It is for the lord to ensure she does not ! '' she declared as she produced a piece of reddish brown schism in two with four yap and a hinge pin and clutches with a pad lock chamber to check it tight, `` Charles the Great finds this efficacious on occasions, '' she added, `` Your carpus and articulatio talocruralis through the holes, most efficacious, '' she said wistfully, remembering happier times.

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

'' No, to the contrary, '' the elderly fair sex insisted, `` He must for the option is to birth you pining for him like some doe eyed pup, oh no, no you must see him for the fornicating brute he has become and give thanks your stars for kindly Mr Countsibury. ``
'' Oh lord, '' Sarah sighed a she heard step approach.

There was a smash on the door, `` It is clock time, '' toilet 's mother avered, `` Come in. ``

'' Ah, beginner said, '' john explained awkwardly.

'' I shall leave you to it, just night, '' the mother said and she slipped away.

john bolted the door behind him.

'' Good evening, '' 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 grade 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 grade, '' and he set about removing his jacket, his kerchief, his shirt, carpet slippers, socks, singlet, rear of tube and finally he stood in naught 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 string was still fastened and the underpart fell to the level, while the waistcloth remained, `` Oh ! ``

His extremity 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 push her away, but as his helping hand went to her shoulder so he was suddenly aware of the womanly fop of her breast and the outline of her tit against the thin ovalbumin shift.
Instead of pushing her away he pulled the shoulder of her shift aside and eased it down gently.

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

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

Her fracture slipped further, her fingerbreadth instinctively cupped his balls and caressed his shaft as deftly as any working girl and as her mound touched his chest for the first time so he began to suit 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 clothes, he pulled up her sack so it was naught but a silken belt around her waist and easing his knees inside hers thus spreading her thighs he went to mount her.

His fingers sought her soft moist cavern but found only clenched muscles.

'' Ravish me ! '' she cried.

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

'' Ravish me, this is not love, dishonour me ! '' she insisted.

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

He kissed her neck opening once more and his fingers sought her mammilla, kneading them, `` No ! '' she protested, but his lips were upon hers now, his tongue ran along her dentition, `` Oh. ``

Her teats were hardening now, he relaxed, she was just another fancy woman after all, his veneration that he might be unequal to the task evaporated, she was just a fragrant blonde strumpet after all, he knew she would essay moistened when required and he enjoyed greatly the intimacy afforded.

He relished her excitation, her picayune pant as he squeezed her pap, her ineffective attempts to labour him away and then with his sap rising further he decided the fourth dimension was ripe.

His finger's breadth moved to the flabby down covering her lower belly, trailing slowly down between her legs to where he felt moistness, he explored and there for the initiative clock time he found the moist bit which eased into a pickle and then a slot for one two and then three fingers. He inserted a quarter round, she gasped, so he forced the thumb harder into her, `` Ohhh, '' she cried quietly as she buried her face in his shoulder.

He worked quickly to expatiate the crack, the force made his thumb aching but dampness increased a C fold and his thumb slipped ever bass until it was unequal to the task.

He slid down the bed and rolled his pelvis to range her and gently eased his knees between her thighs parting them and spreading her knees wide, he eased his fingers within her once again and then grasping his humanity he gently pressed it against the pink fogginess of the plica of her sex before sure of her readiness he slid his bare appendage into her womanhood.

He revelled in the sensation of material body on flesh, his whole manhood tingled as it eased relentlessly into the tight softness engulfing it. He revelled in the intensity of hotshot coursing through his bare extremity, overdraw twice or a thousand times by the absence of the thick propylactic cocktail dress he wore at the house of ill repute. Quite suddenly he felt increased resistivity, he thrust with his rose hip, once twice, she cried out, he thrust again and quite suddenly he was entirely sheathed, his balls against her flesh and his appendage nakedly sheathed to its maximum, his flesh entirely within hers and he rocked gently within her as the sensation overwhelmed him.

The vault of heaven opened in his mind and he saw all the joyfulness of union as his sap rose further and further until it threatened to brim over entirely.

Sarah in her round revelled in John 's tender kisses, his probing finger troubled her but excited her in compeer quantity and with her increasing her excitement so the number of fingers increased.

Quite suddenly he changed and his muscular thumb was stretching her, she heard a moan, could it be her own articulation ? and then his manhood, warm and brawny easing within her secret place which she had barely explored for veneration of ruining her maidenhead.

A brief flashing of bother, a cry she had no recollection of uttering and she was ruined, yet he was caressing her, loving her and her heart soared, and near of all the sensations she had been assured were torment were cipher but ecstasy as he filled her to excess, a gasp, a moan, his fingers caressing her teat driving her wild and finally as she feared the fires of passion would absorb her he quenched the fires with a torrent of love.

For Saint John the Apostle it was a final kiss, a tweaked mamilla to pull in her pant and then he claimed her entirely with a cloudburst of seed pumping and coursing through his body to inundate hers. A inundation unrestrained he revelled in the exemption and made the mo live on as long as he could his manhood pumping in ever decreasing surge until it stilled.

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

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

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

'' I eased you, to save you the trauma, '' 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 shed blood ? ``

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

'' Then the side by side prison term should be a stark pleasure, '' he insisted.

'' I shall scarcely put up it, '' she said and she rearranged her shift, pulled on her cloak and shoe and went to allow for him.

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

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

He lay back as the room access closed, watching the candle guttering in the sudden draft as he listened to her step receding as she went down the stairs.

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

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

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

'' Was it horrendous ? '' she asked.

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

'' Oh you misfortunate young woman, '' Lady Caisterdale commiserated, `` He was supposed to take your ingenuousness no more than, '' she paused as Sarah 's eye 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, '' Lady Caisterdale asked, `` There is no pram, the bed is soft and warm, shall you not stay ? ''

'' I ought, '' Sarah pleaded.

'' No stay here safe and warm, '' she suggested and she shouted, `` John, John Lackland, come down here this instant. ``

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

'' bathroom, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` How dare you treat Sarah so ill, subscribe her cover to bed and delight her. ``

'' But my Lady ! '' Sarah protested.

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

'' You treated her like a whore, made love to her when you should own ravished her, so take her to bed this instant, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted.

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

'' Go ! '' she insisted.

Sarah held her head in her hands in disarray, `` Please no, '' she pleaded

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

Lady Caisterdale sighed, `` Indeed you shall, '' she insisted, `` Now transport 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 valve so she retraced her steps, the bed awaited, still lightly stained with red and she lay upon it.

madam Caisterdale followed, `` Use the simpleness St. John the Apostle, '' she insisted as she picked the sepia restraint from the storey, `` Bare yourself girl ! ``

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

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

'' Why ? '' he asked.

'' looking at at her, '' Lady Caisterdale exclaimed, '' her teats are swollen, her woman glistens with desire, you Steward you have made her beloved you ! ``

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

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

Sarah went to protest but bathroom was upon her, desire overcoming sentience and with his breeches discarded now he joined her upon the bed.

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

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

He saw the sphere again, the saint sang and his ejaculate pumped forth.

She was gone when he woke next morning, `` John, you must get dressed, it is mistress Havethorpe 's wedding. ``

He had no desire what ever to attend. 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 woman of the street.

He dressed and took a late breakfast and joined Maker and Lady Caisterdale in their passenger car to arrive as was the custom a moment before the wedding ceremony was to commence, barely a minute before the Bride herself.

Countisbury awaited his bride, a steadfast staid someone, standing in a cause of mordant cut in a dash not seen for twenty days 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 good day and departed for the Ithiel Town to sample a sporting lady, where had he thought he might own sampled Sarah instead, finally he decided that after vthe spousal relationship he would indeed seek Sarah out and Mr Countisbury should be cuckolded.

John barely registered the service, `` Do you engage this man for your rightful wedded husband ? '' Sarah 's father the rev Haverthorpe asked.

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

'' seminal fluid fry, that was the lord taking your naturalness, it was nada, '' the reverend insisted.

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

'' Just the Lord of the Manor 's perogative sir, '' the reverend insisted, `` An older 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 hook up with you any more than than you can marry me. ``

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

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

'' Yes father, '' she admitted.

'' unendurable, you sought to own me splice an impure bird, that is intolerable sir ! '' Countisbury insisted, `` I do not wish well you well 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 lord ! '' the reverend cried, `` Go ! ``

Sarah rushed away, her billowing white wedding night-robe rustling against the pew as she ran and she disappeared from view.

'' You sir are a disgrace, '' noble Caisterdale bellowed, `` Attempting to marry your daughter to such an insufferable poor fish. ``

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

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

'' How dare you, '' the man of the cloth demanded, `` My daughter is completely ruined, who will
take her now, I can not bear to see her, who will acquire her ? ``

`` Oh shut up man of the cloth, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` bathroom will take her for now, she will make an admirable bed better half, why a young lady more naturally inclined to whoredom I have seldom seen, '' she added, `` Come Charles let us conciliate the child into her new position. ``

Sarah stood disconsolately outside the church as Almighty and Lady Caisterdale stepped outside, `` It seems you are to get my son 's schoolmarm Sarah, '' ma'am Caisterdale explained.

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

'' Oh my lamb, '' Lady Caisterdale explained, `` You will enjoy it I am sure, and why not, you have no other future, you are hardly fit to be a fille de chambre, and we have no need of a governess so mistress it shall be, you shall have days to yourself but the dark shall be Johns. ``

'' 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 former my honey, '' dame Caisterdale suggested, `` You relish carnality too a great deal, why we could her you screaming in Adam, no you are far better suited to whoredom, and I think with John you have the considerably of it. ``

'' pay us a lustful son and I 'll let you marry the blighter, '' Lord Caisterdale added.

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

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

Sarah had no other pick so with great disinclination she climbed into the carriage and they made hurriedness to the Manor Hall. Sarah had naught but her wedding dress to fag out and so she borrowed a servant 's dust coat from Mrs Franklin the housekeeper while her thing were got from the vicarage and in due course of instruction the family assembled in the sitting room.

'' I shall drawn up a listing of duties for you child, '' dame Caisterdale announced quite suddenly.

'' Duties ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Yes, even a harlot should acknowledge her office, '' ma'am Caisterdale insisted, `` You eat with John or the servants, each daybreak you help me dress and each even undress and are available to attend to Charles or John as required, is that satisfactory ? ``

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

'' Well you ca n't, '' dame Caisterdale reminded him, `` The reverend has disowned her and she is not XX one yet. ``

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

'' Hold on John, tis a big step ! '' his father insisted.

'' No, my intellect is made up, '' John Lackland insisted, `` squall the parish meeting father, I wish to claim Sarah as my bride ! ``

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