Chapter 2: Laura’s Surrender

When I completed my college studies last summer, I had dreams of becoming a vulcanologist. The idea of travelling the world exploring the restless might of nature carried a huge appeal. Unfortunately, jobs monitoring volcanoes ... even researching extinct ones ... are few and far between. My only success was a two month summer job indexing and cataloguing a college professor’s photographs of Iceland’s many volcanoes. Since then, six months of fruitless searching, and two unsatisfactory boyfriends, leave my dreams evaporating into nothing. A Christmas job in a mall, gift-wrapping presents, held off the inevitable for a few more weeks. Now the arrival of New Year means that I’ve exhausted my savings. I can no longer afford the rent on my bedsit, so I’ve no option but to surrender the lease. I need a job ... any job ... now.

My sister, Rose, and her husband, Sean, let me store my stuff at the back of their garage. However, they can’t offer me more than the living room couch to sleep on. It’s far from a satisfactory arrangement for any of us, but I’m out of options. It means moving ten miles to the small village they call home. Local employment opportunities there are few and far between, and invariably require skills and experience that I don’t possess. In desperation I respond to an advert for a residential position at Foxglove Hall. I fully expect another rejection, assuming they bother to reply at all. My education speciality, and minimal work experience, hardly qualifies me for the advertised job.

Which only underscores how little I know. I’m surprised at how quickly I receive a response, inviting me to an interview at the Hall. As instructed, I make an appointment for an interview. Although Rose must be eager for me to move out of her house, she cautions me against seeking employment at the Hall. When I push her for a reason, she cites rumours and gossip going back many years. In normal circumstances, I would heed Rose’s warning, but I’m getting desperate for a job.

I quickly do some research about Foxglove Hall and its owners. Foxglove Hall is a 16th century stone mansion located deep in the hills that surround the bucolic English villages of the Darwillow valley. The Hall is built on the site of an old 12th century castle. For centuries the Hall, and the castle before it, has been the ancestral home of the Earls of Darwillow. However, the current earl lives in America, leaving his brother, Arthur, and sister, Matilda, as residents in charge of Foxglove Hall.

Public transport in the Darwillow valley consists of a twice a week bus to the nearest city. That’s of no use to me. Despite the cold January weather, I decide to walk the five miles to the remote mansion, saving the expense of summoning a taxi from the city. I arrive at the Hall about fifteen minutes early, having overestimated the time it would take me to walk here. My instructions are to call at the servants entrance, which I find tucked away at the side of the Hall. A huge iron door knocker is riveted to the stout wooden door. A dour man in a black uniform answers my knock on the door.