We dont know, maam, «Arabella snatched the brooding tall, handsome young man, the head of this case:" We are only following orders of his Majesty the king. Please, no noise, quiet, follow us.
The frightened girl took a step back. Under her feet rustled the grass. Arabella clung to the thick trunk of a tree: do Not you dare come near me! Do not approach!
The brown policeman, dressed in a suede tunic and the same material of the knickers, and took the young woman by the hand: Calm yourself, lady Arabella. Nobody will hurt you. Well just take You to where it should be.
Im not going to waste time on accusations not relating to me! blurted out of the blue-eyed beauty.
Lady! Dont test our patience! Come on! gendarmes put at the hands of captive iron chains.
Let me go! You have no right! I will complain to the justice! Release!
Mademoiselle de FRASE, shut up! And humbly follow the crew! «the men who brought the slave to the carriage. No sooner had the girl knew it, her eyes flew black patch. Arabella felt someones strong hands forced her on something hard and uncomfortable. The gendarmes, tying their prisoners eyes started to wrists. Hard fast hands of a young woman with a rope, the guards dropped on the face of Arabellas heavy, black bag. Being blind, mute and bound, the French stopped struggling. The soldiers, armed with swords, sat down to one side, like a helpless, weak woman could resist six trained, strong men. The carriage has silently moved from a place. The girl tried to act calm, but it is poorly managed. Shackled to the blood scratched wrists from the ropes, sucking on the tender skin, swollen fingers and palm, the bandage rubbed his eyes, under a heavy bag breathing was difficult.
Arabella froze, the thin robe that barely kept the heat on the fragile body in a freezing carriage. The young woman softly groaned. Due to the dense matter surrounding the lips, she couldnt say anything. The policeman gently removed the bag from the head of his prisoner, watching the mass of tangled hair hides his skinny shoulders: if you are going to sit back, this uncouth, rough fabric touches youre the pretty, innocent face. Quite the one bandage that covers your eyes, the crew stopped abruptly. The daughter of the Duke felt a sudden chill seize the body: for the shoulders, then falls to a small girls chest, sliding over flawless, flat stomach, wraps around the waist and thigh tickles. Arabella flinched. She could not forget the sensitive, stimulating touch of the king in their first night, could not forget his daring movements. And even frost, sliding on the leather reminded the girl about it.
The head of the hull almost kicked Arabella out of the carriage, and tying her even tighter eyes took on the sharp stones that pierce into the suede fabric of the shoes. The young woman tried to understand where she is, but the constant aftershocks kept her focus: Where am I? Where are you taking me? frightened girl asked.
Calm down, will soon find out.
The young woman felt under my feet, something began to stir:
Come, she heard the order, who could not bear objections, the policeman took the prisoner by the arm, helped her down the old stairs. Arabella slipped, grabbed the same Chapter: «be Careful, my lady, steps are slippery.
The girl, shuddering with fear, clung to the body of the soldier: what is your name?
Albert de Germont, the head of the Royal corps of gendarmes.
Youre a kind man. Thank you for Your concern, but Im afraid to die in captivity, by the swords of the kings men.
Fear not, lady, because our fears dont always matter. We are afraid or not, if some event should happen and so it happens, fear will not stop him.
Sir, why are we stopping? «came the impatient voice of another policeman.
«Not so fast, Nick. Death not in a hurry sadly, but with a smile replied the commander-in-chief.
Arabella did not see the face Alberda, when he spoke those awful words, but she distinctly heard his voice, filled with strange regret, despair, coldness and indifference. The first time the French felt on his neck the icy breath of the terrible, impending death.
Someone pushed the girl forward, so much so that she fell with loose steps to the barn. The policeman yanked untied the captives eyes. Mademoiselle de Frase frantically looked around. The young woman was in the basement, looking like a prison for recalcitrant prisoners. In all the corners hung with cobwebs, through the bars were not penetrated by a single ray of light and in the shade on top of a terrible machine for waterboarding. The victim before torture were not given food for several days and then lowered to the bottom of the building so that as much as possible bulging belly (although, after the fast it was hard to do) and started to pour water in the mouth. Unfortunate either choked or liquid filled inside, the stomach could not withstand and exploded. Arabella, barely holding himself in nausea, turned away from the car and stared at the leaving silhouettes of the gendarmes.
The time dragged terribly slowly and painfully. The girl then walked around the dungeon, then sat in the hayloft, peering into the blackness of the night. Whatever it was, but fatigue quickly overcame the young woman and she huddled in a corner, dozed off.
There was a creaking door. Harsh light illuminated the dark basement. Arabella terrified opened his eyes. At the door, in the shadows, stood a man, which goes on the wood, swaying the cane. French, barely breathing from fear, pressed her back to the dirty wall. The old man approached her, quietly, barely moving his feet.
«Who Are You? What do You need? asked fearfully provincial.
Dont be afraid, "came the unknown voice. It sounded like from far away, from the impenetrable darkness.
Why are You here? I am the innocent.
Dont worry. Im not going to hurt you. I am an ordinary person, trying to show the right path those who have strayed from the true path and goes where the one light burning, surrounded by a sinister, impenetrable forest, but skips the road at the end of which light, joy, happiness, and the hot flames who burned the troubles. Remember, a small candle, which had lit one hand to put out easier than the fire burning thanks to a few touches. Therefore, look for a mutual, happy love, let it not even be sprinkled with gold, and with rural, poor hay. But unrequited passion, even made of diamonds and purple, will not bring peace, enjoyment and tranquility, but only to empty the soul, break the heart and, like an arrow, vague thoughts fill with memories of the past.
Arabella, scarcely breathing, listened to these precious, wise speech. The old man looked like a simple poor man, but he spoke true words of the philosopher.
What do You mean? I am clean before God, "slowly drawled the girl.
Is now you clean and pure, but will take a little time, and you will be dressed in gold and diamonds. Proudly will wear silk and gold brocade, on his head a crown of precious stones, silver tiaras, and delicate, like the petals of a flower ripe pomegranate, veils. On the neck of your hundreds of expensive pendants will hang at the hands of the machined ring and the bracelets jingle. But your hands dirty in the red blood With fingers dripping red liquid, which eclipsed the radiance of luxury. And pride It will stifle the voice of conscience and justice.
Ill never shed the blood of innocent people. Nothing can drown out my conscience, proudly threw the young woman. Her voice sounded sad, but undisguised arrogance.