Chapter 12

The two of them strolled back to the house hand in hand and talking happily together – as they made a few tentative plans; totally unaware that they were watched from the bedroom window by Aunt Trudy.

“Michael is with the girl again?” Jonathon asked from his sick bed.

“Yes ... they have become very close – much like James and Iris.” she smiled a little smile, as she thought of the other couple. “I think that things happened too fast between the two of them in the beginning though, and so this timeout together is good for them; it gives them the chance to slow things down and take stock, and to simply enjoy the innocent time of just being with each other.” Trudy continued to watch the couple and did not bother to turn around.

“Yes, I can see how that would be. I remember how strong the emotions were when we were all that young, how I felt when I first bonded with my late wife, how my brother felt once too – even if it was only briefly.”

Trudy shrugged but did not reply.

“I think perhaps it is time to remind Mathew of his past.”

She glanced over her shoulder at him.

“For what purpose? He forgot those things for a reason – I think.”

“An injury – not deliberate.”

“He remembered everything else – everyone else. It was just me and us that he forgot – let it stay forgotten ... those memories will only bring him pain – let them lie.”

Jonathon sighed sadly. “A man cannot hide from his past forever – not even my brother, and it hurts him now I know, he is aware that something is missing – or broken, and it bothers him.” He pushed himself up against his pillows and then sat back feeling the fatigue of such a little action, allowing the document that he was holding to slip from his grasp. “It’s time to jog his memories, I think.”

“How do you even know that those memories are still there ... perhaps they were wiped rather than buried ... I say again let things be.”

It was a couple of days later, and as had become the usual, straight after breakfast everyone seemed to just disappear, to their own room or out into the grounds or just away from everyone else.

Michael and Laurie were seated in one of the downstairs rooms when Paul his father’s assistant came in.

“Mr Richards – your father would like to see you if you can spare him the time.”

“Yes of course, I shall go straight up.” Michael stood up and smiled down at Laurie. “I should not be long – will you wait here for me, please?”

“Yes of course,” Laurie curled a leg under her and picked up the book that she had started to read.

Michael spared her one last loving look, she looked so delightful and serene sitting there like that.

He strode quickly up to his father’s room – eager to return to Laurie.

His father was sitting up in bed and looked alert and healthier than he had looked for a while now.

“You wanted to see me father? How are you feeling?” Michael sat down in the chair beside his father’s bed.

“Thank you for coming, for sparing me the time...”

“Don’t be foolish father,” Michael begged. “I will always come running if you have need of me!”

“Even if I continue to forbid your relationship with the Beaumont girl?”

Michael’s jaw clenched, and his eyes hardened. “You will always be my father – but my feelings for and about Laurie have not changed.”

“No, I don’t imagine that they have,” Jonathon sighed tiredly.

“Do you plan to continue to forbid it?” Michael asked when the silence dragged out.

“I have no wish to alienate my only son, I have nothing against the girl who effectively saved my life, but...”

“But what? There should be nothing else to stop you giving us your blessing. I love her and she loves me and that should be all that is important!”

“The council?”

“You have been the head of the council for more than a decade now, and they have always followed your lead. What you say has always been the way of things – so what has changed that I don’t know about?”

“I am vulnerable.”

“You think the council would try to take advantage of your illness? Why would they do that? I always thought that apathy was their motto, ‘let others do the work – take the responsibility’.”

“They are ever alert to an opportunity and they fear our family’s growing strength.”

“Your illness ... my pledging to Laurie, neither of these events make us weaker. Your support of our union, if anything it will make us stronger.”

“It may be as you say...” his father suddenly looked tired and frail, as he leaned back and closed his eyes, and for a moment Michael feared that he might be relapsing.

But he suddenly sat up again and as he opened his eyes, he was all alertness and restrained strength again.

“Go and fetch your woman, Michael. I wish to meet and talk to her properly.”

“Her name is Laurie; father and I would appreciate it very much if you would talk to her with respect.”

Jonathon grinned suddenly at his son. “My apologies, I shall as you say be respectful and courteous towards my future daughter in law – she is after all the daughter of an old and valued friend as well.”

Michael’s eyes lit up. “Then you will give your blessing? You won’t put up any more obstacles?”

Jonathon sighed. “No, Michael I thought to protect you from yourself, I thought if I could get her bonded to another then your pride – if nothing else, would stop you from pursuing her. I was foolish and judgemental, and I had no right to forbid the two of you – I am sorry that I tried to interfere.”

“Thank you, father; that means a lot to me – to us.”

Despite Michael’s reassurances, Laurie was decidedly nervous when she entered the room where his father was still resting.

“Good morning, Miss Beaumont, please come and sit down.” Jonathon’s voice was calm and soothing but showed no weakness, and the man sitting up in the bed looked strong and almost healthy.

But Laurie had seen him when channelling his inner power and she saw the effects of his illness.

“Thank you, Mr Richards ... how are you feeling now, are the doctors happy with your convalescence?”

“Yes, my dear, they are very optimistic that I shall make a full recovery – given time, and please call me Jon.”

He looked beyond her to his son who still hovered in the doorway.

“Do me a favour, Michael and go and track down your uncle for me.”

Michael hesitated but at a quick smile from Laurie he quietly left the room.

“I have already apologised to my son,” he began, fixing his eyes once more on Laurie. “And now I wish to apologise to you my dear, for my highhanded attitude towards you, and to give you my most sincere and humblest thank you – for my life.”

Laurie blushed awkwardly. “I did nothing really; it was the doctors and the nurses...”

“Yes, I shall be sure and see that they are all well rewarded for their foresight and dedication – especially that Dr Phillips he may well have saved our entire race ... if this illness had remained unchecked and managed to get out amongst us...”

“He is a very clever and kind man, and his nurse – Sheila was wonderful to me,” Laurie nodded earnestly.

“They are all very good at what they do,” he agreed. “But you; is there anything that I can do for you – to show my appreciation?”

Laurie hesitated, but then she shook her head, and smiled. “There is nothing that I want ... Jon, thank you for the thought, but I would do it again tomorrow for any member of my family.”

He patted her hand and smiled a little whimsically. “Thank you my dear that is such a delightful sentiment.”

As far as it went it was a rather awkward and stilted conversation, but as they continued to talk Laurie found herself relaxing a little around him; that he was making an effort with her spoke volumes, and she responded in kind to his tentative gestures of peace.

“I have one more thing to ask of you now,” Jonathon suddenly said as their conversation drifted to a close.

“Oh? What is that?”

“I ask that you take care of my son and be very sure of your feelings. Only bond with him if you truly mean it – do not condemn the two of you to a stale relationship.”

“I love him,” She told him simply. “He is my heart and soul, and I cannot – will not imagine my life without him in it.”

“And I feel the same way too!” Michael said huskily from the doorway.

“Good, good, good,” Jonathon muttered as he pulled the cover up a little and straightened it.

He looked at Laurie and then at Michael and smiled awkwardly. “Go and make your plans and know that when the time comes to announce your intentions, that you will do it with my full backing and support.”

Laurie gripped his hand for a moment. “Thank you so much,” she whispered tearfully. “I don’t think Michael could have lived without you as part of his life.”

That she took it for granted that Michael would have chosen her over his father and position, was the final piece that the older man needed, to be certain that this was the right way to go.

Laurie and Michael belonged together and that was all there was to it.

“And me neither.” he smiled at her.

He watched as the young couple met in his doorway and then left the room, together, and gave a soft sigh – ah to be young and in love again, it was what made the world brighter – even through a second hand emotion – of someone else’s affair.

Mathew came strolling in moments later and along with him came Greg Beaumont.

“Ah Mathew, I have need of your services my brother. I need you to be my spokesperson for a few days...”

“I’ve already been doing that.” Mathew grinned tiredly – showing the toll it had taken to get past Jonathon’s authority.

“Yes, but I mean for you to do it with my authorisation, I need for you to contact the council elders – have them send a representative so that we can make this official.”

“No!” Mathew shook his head vehemently. “They have only ever abided by you because of your superior strength. If they learn of your vulnerability – of the extent of your weakness, then I believe that it will embolden them to act, and it won’t be to our benefit.”

Jonathon sat back against his pillows and sighed wearily. “I am so god damned tired Matt ... I don’t feel that I will ever be strong enough to dominate that lot again.”

“Patience my brother,” Mathew smiled in reassurance. “Rest for a few more days and then begin slowly ... I will keep the council at bay, and Paul can cancel your appointments for the next couple of weeks.”

“The council will smell a rat if we do that!”

Mathew smirked suddenly. “I hear that your son is about to become betrothed, you should go down to the bride’s father’s estate, and ensure that the two families can merge amicably. Visit with your old and very good friend Greg ... take a holiday – a nice long summer holiday.”

“Oh yes,” Greg had sat silent while the brothers talked but now, he smiled and sat forward a little bit. “You would be more than welcome at my home – for as long as you might want.”

“Well it would be good to catch up, and to spend some time together when catastrophe or illness, aren’t imminently putting a damper on things.”

“So that’s settled then?” Mathew grinned. “We’ll get the doctors to okay it first, and perhaps they would enjoy a little time out too?”

Greg sighed. “Well I suppose my house is big enough to accommodate a couple more people ... but I do hope they are able to entertain themselves!”

Jonathon looked across at his old friend. “It would be good if you can accommodate them – we have much to discuss still – about this virus, and what it might mean for our kind.”

“Good we can arrange all that with little fuss then ... So, then all that leaves,” Mathew grinned again. “Is for you to release the rest of your houseguests.”

“Oh yes I had forgotten about that. How many of them are still here?”

“The Frawnings pack are still hanging about trying to be invisible and stay out of the way; and I am certain that they know little about your illness, although keeping them totally ignorant would have been impossible.”