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RECLUSE
BY M. C. WARD
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Contents:
Recluse 1 page 3
Recluse 2 47
Recluse 3 83
Recluse 4 121
Recluse 5 197
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RECLUSE 1
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A Romantic Fantasy
Part 1 of 5 Parts
Written:
Spring 1985
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Just then a man on a bicycle rode past me. I had noticed him
approaching a little earlier. We did not speak nor gesture to each
other.
"I really like this room. And I still do even if you do speak to
me. So what, I'll talk back to you."
"Oh, thank you," came back the room's reply. "I'm very glad.
That makes me so happy."
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"I do, Sam, I do. My name is rather long, but for short you
can call me Eck."
"Eck? Hmm, odd, but OK. So I call you Eck. Where you
from?"
"Ah, here. This is me, this room, and so this is where I'm
from and where I'm going all at once."
"Ah, two reasons, one for friendship, and the other because I
have work for you to do."
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"You'll find out later. I have to teach you things first and that
will take time."
"Oh, you'll soon want to learn more. I only hope that you'll
be able to. I think you will, but I can't be sure."
When I returned all was quiet. I waited, but the room said
nothing. I addressed it, but it did not reply. I laughed and decided
to go out on my motorbike…a machine that responds to my
will…the room can do as it pleases, I thought.
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I smiled.
"Yes, yes, I've known friendships like yours before; all when
it suits you. Thanks very much."
"Well,…"
"I understand."
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"Course I do."
"Well, this power can be of great use and a lot of fun. But I
have to warn you, there is one thing it cannot be, and that is bad. It
cannot be used for ill-intent. It will not even function if you want
to do something naughty."
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Suddenly, the room started to spin and the walls fell away. I
floated high into the sky.
"We are heading towards a house where a man and his wife
are very distressed, and I need you to help them. We will have to
come on three nights. For this night you will have to learn what
the difficulty of this particular couple is. Here we are."
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end, the husband, looking very old and haggard, was led back to
his bed as was the wife, she too looking very distressed. The
spirits sank into the mists and I was left alone with the sleeping
couple. Their faces had returned to their normal age. I could see
that inside they were still disturbed. Obviously what they had been
through, poor things, was having some effect.
and
sort of stuff.
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"Use your mind, your eyes and your gestures to defeat them,"
he advised.
"Will that prevent them troubling the husband and his wife?"
I asked Eck.
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Afterwards, the room was quiet for days. Being the room I slept
in, I didn’t spend that much time in it. It simply returned to
normality. I questioned it a little, but since I got no response, I
carried on with my day. It had promised after the last time to
always speak to me if I wished, but there we are…that's friends for
you, sometimes anyway.
"Wake up!!"
"The end house of the row of council houses down the lane.
Quickly, mindalize yourself there, you'll just have time."
"The mother and father are dead, but break in and you'll be
able to rescue some child from the back bedroom."
Neighbors had been aroused by the fire. They had called the
fire brigade and ambulances. I did return into the house. I tried to
enter the bedroom of the father and mother. It was hopeless. A
tornado of flames sprang out at me. I leapt back just in time. The
smoke was very dense and streamed out of the room. I was forced
back down the stairs by the snakes of giant flames, licking down
the stairwell. I knew I had better leave.
I stayed at the house, and told the police and the firemen
what I knew, and what I had done. I explained that I had been out
for a stroll and had spotted the burning bedroom. I didn’t want to
trouble them with the mysteries of Eck, did I?
"Well, thank you for your help, and for waking me," I said to
my friend.
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"Yes, Mr. Ashton, you may go in to see him now. He's been
waiting for you."
I was surprised to hear the nurse say this to me. I had gone to
the hospital, and had been waiting a little while before she could
let me in to see the boy. He'd been waiting for me, how strange?
"I'll leave you two together. I'm just outside," the nurse said,
as she scurried away back down the ward.
He was perfect. His round face shone light. His hair was
soft, brown, and straight. He had an inner presence that seemed
quite at ease with life. Like many children, he gave off that
attitude of understanding that adults seem to lose with experience.
Children accept and know the things of life. And Eddie did that.
Or he appeared to. He certainly was the kind of boy every mother
wished for. He was an infant dream of a man. He must have been
so loved by his lost mother. And I thought of her as I watched
Eddie. To lose Eddie through losing one's own life seemed very
bizarre to me.
"I was, at first. But as you took me down the stairs, I woke
up and I saw you. I kept closing my eyes though so I didn’t have
to see what was happening. It all seemed so frightening. But I saw
you take me out to the garden. I saw you look around as I lay
spread out on the grass. You looked after me. Will you look after
me now?"
"Bye, Eddie. I'll see you later. Don’t worry, I'll be back."
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I went back to see Eddie the next day. A middle-aged woman was
with him.
"I'm great. I'm glad you've come to see me. The nurse says I
can go home today. Aunt Betty's going to take care of me."
"Yes. I'm more than willing to see to the poor boy. I live
alone in the village, since my dear husband died last year. Eddie
and me will get on fine, I think."
"You need not move," came the soft toned response of Eck's
voice. It was a beautiful voice, the loveliest I had ever heard. It
seemed to be made of down feather, not air. "Feel the stars in the
sky as the pores on your skin. The blood that flows through your
veins is the rivers of the earth. Your flesh its landscapes and
mountains. Your whole body is a map of the world. Couple your
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mind into your form, and travel through me to the outer zones of
your space."
My back straightened.
"What do you want here? Who are you? Where you from?"
They shouted these questions at me. They were rough and grufty
boys.
I carried on my way.
"Jet."
I wait.
We became quiet.
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The door was opened, and there stood the lovely, raven
haired woman. She was about my height and about my age. I was
very pleased by this. She was wearing casual day clothes.
"Hi," I said. "I hope you don’t mind, but there's no bottle
opener in my mini bar, and I'm simply dying to have a beer."
I got to the bar and took my time finding the opener, and
doing the bottle. Chatting came easy.
"I don’t know yet. I expect I will. I'm on my own and I'll
have to explore it first."
"OK. Bye."
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RECLUSE 2
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No.
It is a man.
Eck? A manifestation?
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"You say such things. Listen, I had such a wow time last
night, I thought you might like to have lunch with me."
"I most certainly did. And I'd be glad of the chance to repay
you."
"No, but I would like to. Women's lib. You treated me last
night. This lunch time I will treat you."
"Sounds fine."
"I want to see so many things whilst I'm here. You can't
imagine what it is like to an American, to come to a city like
London, and to find within several square miles, centuries of
history and art. It's just breathtaking. I want to go to the National
Gallery, and to the Tower, and, oh, so many places."
"Er no. I still use it, but I'm having it decorated at the
moment. That's why I'm staying at the Grandly."
"You're very fortunate," I told her in the train, "that the sun is
shining."
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That night, Francesca slept in the second bedroom. She had been
enchanted by the whole experience: by the drive, by the village,,
by my garden, and by the cottage itself.
"Yes," I replied.
"This is you," she continued, and she turned her face away
from me, and carried on looking out of the car window. I could
just detect a soft, confident, and contented smile on her lips.
drifting amongst the wheat in the field, amongst the statued ladies.
The sky suddenly turned a thunderous purple, and there was Jet,
my huge black panther, waiting for me at the edge of the field.
On his back, I flew to the valley with the misted castles and
awoke.
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We were sitting under the large beech tree, enjoying the mid
morning sun that was warming the air.
I phoned my parents.
"Yep," I replied.
Within minutes, I had the car out of the garage, and had
thrown a few things in it.
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You don’t think your mother and father will ask me awkward
questions, do you? I wouldn’t really like that."
I got out of the car and walked round to open the other door
for Francesca. I helped her out of the car.
"I'll say hello first, get that over with for dear Mum, and then
I'll introduce you," I instructed.
"Your mother told me you were here. How are you? All
right?" he asked, not worrying for the answer.
"I didn’t want to leave this bit. It's rather tricky. You have to
be very patient with these fiddly bits, and it's at a critical stage."
After tea and cakes and how I had wasted my life according
to Mum, Francesca and I drove to Peaceton.
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"No. She doesn’t really count it. Too dubious, you see," I
said.
"Yes, she's very kind to me. She has sent me over with this
basket of eggs for you, if you would like them?"
Eddie lay the basket on the table, and drew back the gingham
cloth that covered a clutch of eggs amongst straw.
"Oh, no, I'm very careful. And I'm very careful not to tread
on any of the hens too. They make a lot of noise, clucking about.
They're frightened of me, I think. They always run away when I
go near them."
"Here we are," she said, as she poured some into a long glass.
"Can you manage that? You won't drop it, will you?"
"I like counting and reading and writing, and I like games. I
like playing football with the other boys. I'm going to play in the
school team tomorrow afternoon. Would you like to come and
watch me?"
"I hope we'll be able to come," said Francesca, " but we can't
promise."
really fast. I play on the right wing. I have to run up and down the
field a lot. I like that. I don’t get out of puff."
"Oh yes, Terry Smith is one of them, and then there's Billy
Jones, and Walter Burnham, and Johnny Grout….and…"
"Yes," I said.
Later that day, Francesca and I were taking a walk along the
river bank. We'd been watching the edges of the water. We had
discovered that if you watched for long enough you could see the
still water be disturbed by bubbles. We debated for a while as to
the cause of these intermittent gurglings, and we decided that they
were caused by some fat frog, sitting in the mud several inches
beneath the water's surface.
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"Maybe you will have a family some day. Why haven't you,
if you don’t mind me asking you?"
"No, I don’t mind. As to why I've never had one, I can only
say I never really got it together with the right woman. Let's go
further down the river bank. Who knows, we might even see one
of those fat frogs?"
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RECLUSE 3
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Jet carried me higher and higher above the fields and the
valleys and the hillsides, until I reached the first of the misted
castles. Their colors were wonderfully rich, being purples, golds
and greens. We rode through the misty portcullis of the first castle.
In the courtyard, we were surrounded by knights with lances and
swords. Everything they threw at us I redirected back to strike the
knights dead. Jet and I were gloriously invincible. From the
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attempt to keep himself, and me, upright. Without the power of his
legs, both he and I would have been hurtled to annihilation. My
head was pounding inside from the effect of what had happened.
Things had quietened down a little after the other castles had
shattered themselves. I say they shattered themselves because
there was nothing attacking them, as far as I could see. I could not
see any outside force causing these calamities.
dream or not, I was in the midst of it. I was riding Jet against the
motion of the spin, and we were being transported.
We arrived.
The spin stopped, and the mist castle was now totally
surrounded by darkness. Above us was darkness of an
unimaginable blackness. As we strode around the entire parapet of
the castle, we were able to see the blackest of darknesses,
spreading out around the castle. I say we, because Jet was taking it
all in too. Not only above and around us was this pitch, but
beneath us too. As we looked over the wall, we strained to see
what was beneath us: darkness, blacker than anything. You might
wonder how we could know there was nothing beneath us, and that
we were not simply perched on a mountain top, which we could
not see because of the darkness. There was no mountain top, I
assure you. We know because we tested for one. I launched
thunderbolts from my hands, and they flashed down into the
gloomy abyss. They traveled for ages, never hitting anything.
They simply carried on traveling at great speed, until they
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Jet reared and almost threw me from his back. There was an
eerie sound beginning. The sound increased to a certain pitch, and
then its howling whine changed into words. To begin with, I could
not really make out the words. They were more like growls and
groans. Reddish mists rose around me and engulfed me. These
began to clear gradually and made recognizable images. As these
images became a large face, that seemed to be overhanging me, so
the words became clearer:
"FREEDOM!!!"
"PEACE!!!"
"LIFE ITSELF!!!"
were the ones I could make out most clearly. The face's features
became clearer too. The mouth was thick, and the nose was flat
and very broad. The eyes were huge and they glistened brightly.
They were beautiful eyes. They changed color from brown to
blue, and back again. The pupils dilated. The lashes were long
and curling. The intensity of the eyes varies from cold indifference
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I had to look away from the eyes. They were so vast that
they filled everywhere, and they threatened covering me
completely.
I held on tightly.
Jet stopped and lay down. I was forced to walk alone to the
bed in the room.
I lay down.
A voice came:
The bed felt soft, and I fell asleep there, with the voice
whispering its words into my ears. It was a most sinister voice. I
made no attempt to answer it. I was so exhausted that I could not
be bothered. It could say what it liked, I thought.
The voice continued a little longer with its threats. It was the
same voice as I had heard from the giant face. It kept repeating the
words:
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The next day, Francesca and I went to watch little Eddie play
football. It was very enjoyable. The little lad loved it, and he was
very glad we had come. He hugged us, and jumped around, and
thoroughly entertained us. Aunt Betty was there too, and she came
over to say a few words. She seemed most pleased to meet a
young American lady.
I did so.
She did not want me to take her to the airport. She wanted to
go in the taxi on her own.
The night was clear and cool. There was hardly anybody
about. I saw an occasional late night car, a taxi, an odd pedestrian
or two, but that's all. There were still many bridge lights on,
decorating the riverbank. It seemed a bit of a waste for so few
people.
"I'm not up to this one, Eck. You should find easier things
for me to do."
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So I did. I took her home, and that was the safe end of her. I
got home, exhausted and relieved. It had taken my mind off
Francesca, but all the same, it did seem a very strange coincidence,
coming the day Francesca had gone.
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I forget which night it was, but it must have only been about
the third or fourth night since Francesca's departure when Eck
appeared on the balcony. It was only a narrow balcony, outside the
sliding window-doors to the living space of the flat. It was just
wide enough to sit on, at a table. In fact, I was sitting there when
Eck popped up. He was wearing all blue. I thought the material of
his trousers and blouson were satin. His fair hair shone, it was
wavy, and very light, or fluffy you might say.
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"Eck, come and sit down. Good to see you. How are you?" I
asked.
"Not at all. Or rather, you are, but I don’t mind. I'm into
being disturbed. I'm fed up of being a recluse."" I declared.
"I? Want something? Not at all, dear boy. Not at all. I've
come to see you to see how you are getting on."
"No, that is true. All right, I've come because I see you are in
need of a little company. I've left you to yourself for a while, and
now I've come. I'll go, if you prefer."
time ever with him. You have to admit, it was strange talking to a
personification of one's bedroom. In fact I was still apprehensive
about having a bedroom that spoke to me at all. The first time he
had done it, I had nearly jumped out of my skin. I had spent ages
looking around for some possible human explanation. I had gone
all round the cottage, but had found no one. Then Eck had spoken
again, clearly explaining that he was the room. Very bizarre. And
now, in his materialized form, he was sitting on my balcony in
London enjoying a beautiful summer night.
"That depends on the visibility, but yes, if you lean out and
strain your head round to the left you can see his tower, and part of
the House of Lords."
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"Good. Well carry on, my old fruit. Carry on. Have a bit of
fun. Now, what about this girl of yours? Francesca. You know, I
don’t really approve of women. They do complicate matters."
"No, I guess not. Well, what are you going to do about her?
Write to her? Phone her? Go and visit? What?"
"I don’t know just yet. I'll have to think about it."
"But what have you been doing these past few days, if not
thinking about it?"
I became silent. It's true I had been thinking about it, and
still I had not resolved what to do. Writing letters seemed such a
Victorian thing to do. I couldn’t express myself in a letter. You
get no immediate response. And as for the telephone, everything
would seem so rushed. And it would crackle at the wrong time,
and I need to see a face so that I know what to say next. You
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might be saying sweet nothings to her, and she might be raising her
eyes in boredom at the other end. You never know. No, I couldn’t
phone. I could fly off, but there's always a danger you arrive
feeling a right lemon, and she's rather busy that weekend, going
riding with some other bloke.
"Use your head, boy. Use your mind, your brain. The power
of Eck will take you to her, right this instant. Close your eyes, if it
helps."
The only light was from the moon and the stars. Shadows
danced around the bed and the other bedroom furniture. For a
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She pulled away and looked down to the covers of the bed.
"Who?"
"All I want is to see you and to be with you. Will you help
me? Will you save me from this loathsome marriage? I can't bear
the thought of it."
"Oh I knew you would come. I've been crying all day. I felt
so alone. Now I can sleep well, knowing you are near, and that
you will save me from this beast of a fortune hunter. He only
wants to improve his social position you know. He doesn’t want
me. He doesn’t love me. Not like you do."
"Oh darling, your words raise me. I know you will not let me
down. I know you will stay true to me. I know you will rescue me
from that man."
"We will do all these things. But first, my dear, what about
Bronly? He may prove dangerous."
"But you yourself made it clear. You said you would like to
have a family, and with Francesca you may have a chance of such
a future."
"How can I help her though when she's on the other side of
the Atlantic?"
"We'll find a way, you'll see. Now go down to the mail box
and collect your post."
"Go to her and have a fun trip to New York. See what
happens. See how things develop. Don’t try to tidy your life into
neat little patterns all the time. Be chaotic. Jump in and go."
Francesca was waiting for me, she and the chauffeur, Claude.
We drove in a huge black limousine with polarized windows.
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"I hope this isn't too imposing for you," Francesca said. "I
had hoped to come in my sports car, but it's in the garage."
"And Bronly?"
I settled back in the leather seat and watched the city of New
York become the countryside of the North, and waited to see what
the house, the family, and the weekend would be like.
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RECLUSE 4
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"If the room's odor is too strong for you, I can have Marie put
lavender in bowls to sweeten the air," Mrs. Willit said. She
sounded like she was trying to impress me, as if she thought or
wished I were English Royalty.
"No trouble at all. Now, I'll leave you with Francesca. We'll
dine at 8:00. Do dress if you wish, we will. You'll then meet my
husband, Mr. Willit. In the meantime, Francesca dear, I shall
probably spend the remainder of the time in the conservatory with
my tapestry. Do come and chat, both of you, if you wish. Give me
a chance to learn more about you, Samuel."
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"I can get the room changed if it is too much for you," she
said.
"Oh, is this all right, dressing for dinner? If you haven't got
anything, I can fix it for you."
"Not at all. That's what I'm here for. I'm here for you."
It was at this point that she did something she had never done
before. She leaned forward to embrace and to kiss me. I recoiled.
I was amazed, it looked just as I had seen it; the same satins,
the same blues, the same lace.
"Yes."
"I bet you think I'm rich and beautiful, but like Eliza Doolittle
I need some training in life-sensitivity."
"No, I love to hear what you think and know about things.
You are remarkable and so few people are. In my life anyway I'm
surrounded by nice family-role people who actually work very
hard at being dull and ordinary. They are very nice and so on but
sometimes I could scream."
"I can't force you, but please meet him. He's coming
tomorrow. It should be helpful to us both. Give you an idea of
what he is like."
"All right, for you. I suppose it's what I've come all this way
for. To rescue you, or something daft like that."
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"Come on, let's find mother and talk to her. You'll amaze
her. She usually amazes other people, but I think you'll outplay
her."
"I like that very much, Mrs. Willit," I declared. "You must
have great patience to match your skill."
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Francesca and I sat, and Mrs. Willit lay down her needle.
"Yes."
"Did you have to wait long for success? I believe you were
successful. I'm afraid I had never heard of you, but then I
wouldn't, my tastes being entirely classical."
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"No, not very long. Pop music is a bit like sport. You have
to hit early on, or you miss the boat."
"Yes, I suppose that is so. But you have made a great deal of
money, I believe?"
I made no comment.
I know that my self control did not fail me. I did not flinch at
the sound of the name "Mathelius". My instinct told me from the
way Mrs. Willit said the name: "Mathelius", that this name
"Mathelius" was the name of her beloved husband, Francesca's
father. What a name though!
"Really? I'm sure you give him good cause for having a
sense of humor."
"Oh yes indeed I do. Mr. Willit and I were there about 10
years ago and we enjoyed it immensely. Of course, many of its
great art joys are outdoors. I mean things like that column to the
Admiral, Lord Nelson. Such a wonderful piece of art. And the
Houses of Parliament. Living architecture, don’t you think?"
"So pleased you have the right values and respects, Samuel.
Too many people don’t appreciate what we older people stand for.
Shameful. In my day it would never do to have questioned or…"
"I don’t know what is the matter, Madame, but cook is very
upset. She keeps screaming and shouting about gooses and
chickens…"
"All right, Marie, thank you. Tell cook that I shall be along
right away."
Then she did a strange thing. As she was leaving she turned
to Francesca, and quite within my earshot, in fact probably for my
benefit, she said:
Mrs. Willit departed with a little less haste than Marie had
done moments earlier.
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And then, Mr. Willit started to dig at me. Bit by bit, his
questions became ever so slightly more probing. Having told him
of my appalling lack of interest in religion, politics and moral
issues he became more spiky in his approaches. My wit failed me.
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"I think that's all very interesting and quite unusual; you have
to admit that at least, Mathelius," she had said smoothingly.
"You girls should have retired, and left me and Samuel to the
port like in the old days," Mr. Willit continued.
"You seem very fond of the old days, Mr. Willit," I asked.
"I am. Most men of my age are. We all talk of the old days
as being wonderful. And they were. Because men were men and
women stayed at home, and everything worked. Now, it's all
freedom and chaos. And people are not happy."
"I'd have hated those old days," Francesca put in, sensibly.
"Probably."
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"The only thing I think is: think what you want; make it all
up if you want; turn life into an arrangement of fantasies being
fulfilled according to your personal wishes.
"I tumbled through a few old familiar dreams, and they woke
me up sooner than I wanted."
"Well, you're the one who's holding out on that. You didn’t
kiss me goodnight. You never touch me."
"The most interesting is this face. It's a giant face and looms
up at me out of walls and corners in this huge misted castle."
"Oh that's easy, that's obviously some fear you have haunting
you. How clear is the face?"
"Not at all really. It's more sort of mushy. It's big though. a
big nose, mouth and huge eyes."
"Oh, none at all. Nobody knows me. It's one of the pluses of
being a recluse."
"No one dark and sinister from your dark and sinister past or
future"
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"I like him enough but I don’t think I want to marry him."
"I'll leave you to get ready for the day," she said.
His voice was smooth too. The way he raised his arms and
moved his head were also smooth.
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I know there were screams and yells from the ladies, and
gasps of astonishment from the men.
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Next thing I knew, I was back in the Oak Room. I was quite
amused that I hadn't really managed to get much further than
lunch, before having to be transported back to the bed.
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"I guess you could say it's that. I've lived and worked here,
most of my life. As for your country, I know London quite well.
It is a great study for anyone like myself, interested in law."
"I love all that 18th century part around Temple and Inner
Temple. Oh, the atmosphere you get there. Those elegant,
Georgian buildings, and all those barristers and articled clerks.
..what a lovely expression, articled clerks, oh, to be an articled
clerk in Inner Temple, London. Super. Always makes me think of
Dickens."
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"The wide open spaces are what make your country great I
would say."
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"You haven't?"
"No. The cities are more what I've seen. I would very much
like to see more of the spaces."
"Oh yes. I'll give you the address of someone you can go to."
Aha, the house. Redtop, yes, brilliant. We'd talked about the
country, now talk about the home.
"Do you like the style of the gardens? Are they what you
would call English?"
"Yes, of course."
Rescued!
"I expect you were suffering from the journey. Jet-lag, you
know, is what we call it."
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"Yes, I know."
"Yes, I do."
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"No, I don’t."
"I don’t like to get attached to them, and they become trying.
I don’t live in the cottage all the time."
"My usual," she replied quickly, then she continued with me.
"I wish I could spend more time in our New York apartment,
where Mathelius stays during the week, but, as you say, animals
and household duties are rather tying, and so I don’t."
Mr. Willit thrust a drink into his wife's hadn, and I just
glimpsed him give her an admonishing look.
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"No, but you're not going to, all the same," Francesca
insisted.
"I quite agree, Francesca," Mrs. Willit piped. "It really is not
good enough a topic of conversation."
"Not all the time, Leon. You'll become a social bore, and
everyone hates social bores. Do they still have society in
England,Samuel?"
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"Do you think so?" Mrs. Willit asked. She was being
tantalized.
"Certainly," I endorsed.
"Why's that?"
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"Probably because we're behind the times," Mr. Willit put in.
"Oh well, that's very sad to hear. Yes, you're probably right,
we have great wealth in this country, and where there's wealth
there's society, I suppose. Look at all the old courts of Europe.
The days of Vienna and "La Traviata". Gone." Mrs. Willit
emphasized her comments with a little, lost far away look in her
eye.
I had to be careful.
"It's gone to the country, and to the people rather. It's been
spread out more," I ventured.
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"Sorry, but it's only what Samuel was saying. I was just
joining in. It only goes to show you can't keep law out of life."
"Out-going," I said.
"I don’t quite understand what you mean by that," said Mrs.
Willit.
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The wish arrived. The wish fulfilled itself. I was there, looking
out over my cottage garden, and Eck was in manifestation, in the
bedroom, laughing and talking with me.
"You had to talk to them about the Brits and the Yanks?" he
asked, almost choking in hysterics.
Neither could I.
"Never mind, take the next plane out of there," Eck said.
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"Who is there?"
"Francesca."
"I'm sorry."
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"So am I."
"Go away."
She closed the door behind her, and came and sat beside me.
"I'm sorry I came," I said, softly. "It was not a good idea. I'll
leave, as soon as I can."
"No."
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"Me, then?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I was distant with you tonight, because I thought, after this
afternoon, that you were a loser," she said, slowly and very
distinctly, but softly.
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She had obviously been working out the sentence in her head
for a very long time, and only uttered it after many mental
rehearsals.
A loser?
"I realized tonight from some of the things you said that I
was wrong. There is more to you than I had suspected."
"Those were just a few silly opinions. I'm not really into
opinions. You needn't take too much notice of them. I change
them everyday."
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"I'll go now," she softly said, and left the Oak Room.
After we had wrestled each other, and run after each other
through the misty corridors, I found myself returning again and
again to Jet fighting with Jade, and to my own fighting with Face.
Suddenly Jet gallops onto the scene, and I leap on his back,
and we ride after Face.
Jet and I charge. I jump from Jet and fight the villain. Jet
causes Jade to flee the scene. I scare the Face away, just as I
recognize him.
I awaken.
After the vigor of the dream, the Oak Room appears like a
silent and distant planet, at the outer edges of the universe. The
light came through the window with an early morning gray luster.
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It slanted upon the curtains and across the chair to the wall en face
to the window. The wardrobe was made to look as if etched into
the room. Everything seemed to be part of my mind, and I was
lying there, simply staring at it all without understanding. I
realized that I had spent my entire life staring and listening without
understanding.
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Mrs. Willit was very lively. She was at table, talking and
joking, and proposing all sorts of games and adventures, and
pastimes for us all to do "this lovely, glorious Sunday."
chairs around it, and, from time to time, she would be joined by
Francesca, myself, Leon and Mr. Willit.
men. When I lowered my head, Leon had taken off his jacket and
was rolling up his shirtsleeves. He took up a fighting position,
holding up his fists.
Such pugnacity.
"All right," he droned, "I'll give you a talking chance, but not
for long."
"Why?" I asked.
"I think, if you do love her, it's only for yourself. You may
well love her, but that does not mean to say you care for her, nor
even know her. You don’t know what she may need."
"Now don’t you start running away with all sorts of ideas like
that. I love her, and she loves me, and we're going to get married."
"You do, do you? I don’t want to talk about this. Let's fight
for her. The loser walks away from her for good, right? Come
on."
"What's brought all this on? Why not ask Francesca what she
wants?" I asked.
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The dream of the night before had had its echo in reality. Face
had, of course, been Leon, and the misted castle had become the
wood.
The next day, after Leon had left early for his home and then
office, Francesca and I spent most of our time in the gardens,
trying to arrange what to do.
Mr. Willit was very funny about one other thing. He kept
cornering me, and saying:
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"It's a little house present for you both to welcome you to the
village. Francesca, we hope you'll be very happy," Aunt Betty
gushed.
Aunt Betty and Francesca went into the living room. I was
still in the kitchen with Eddie.
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"Fine," he said.
I said nothing.
He vanished.
I felt tears.
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My heart thumped.
My eyes smarted.
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Francesca and I spent the next few weeks at Amber Cottage in that
state known as early wedded bliss. I quickly overcame my upset
as regards Eck, and concluded that the relationship was over and
done with. It was part of my past and I now had to move forward.
"Tell me more about what cash you need, and how you
would use it," I urged.
Buzz took to Francesca right away, and she to him. Over the
next few days, we told her of our scheme, and she was most
impressed with what she called our "sense of enterprise".
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After a couple of months, the whole thing was set up, and
had even entered that initial phase of running in quite smoothly.
"Drink?"
"It's the second time I've been to see him," she asked.
"You're sure?"
struggling to do her best for me, for herself, and, of course, for her
child. Her face was filled with pain, but a pain so joyous I'm
surprised I didn’t break down and weep. Too psyched up, you see.
Now, when I reminisce about the birth, I rarely fail to shed a
couple of bucketfuls of the salty liquid. But not then. Not at that
time, no. There just wasn’t time for it.
the delivery took quite a long time. A good hour or so, the
baby lingered, half out in the world, half staying behind within
Francesca. The baby seemed reluctant to leave its cocoon. The
baby also seemed exhilarated by the world it was now entering.
So much happiness.
So much contentment.
Our son has grown up and left home to make his own way in
the world.
Then she climbs the stairs, and I wait, whilst I imagine her
getting into bed and laying her head down on the pillow, ready to
drift off to sleep.
"How are you tonight, old man, old love, old friend?".
And because she has lived with me for so long, I tell her. I
tell her what matters.
closing statements:
The night moved on, our faces turned away from each other,
our eyes had watched our mouths that had spoken what our ears
had heard. She and I, we were alone again in sleep, adrift as
recluses oblivious and one.
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