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Chapter 19
Does Christine stop and talk, try and act cool? Or does she walk away?
Christine does not let Bertrand intimidate her
Christine couldn't meet Bertrand's eyes as she walked over to his blacksmith stall in the bustling town market which was held within the shadow of mighty castle. He was covered in soot and grime and smelt of sweat. Bertrand smirked. "Tell me. After our last meeting, have you learned the error of your ways? I hope so. But, if not, I'm always up for giving you another lesson." His sneer spoke volumes, his intense stare suggesting he really enjoyed being deep in her guts when met five years before.
"I would rather forget what happened between us. I'd like to think I've moved on in my life."
"Oh. So you don't work in the brothel no more?"
"Not from a bedroom." It wasn't strictly true. Christine still had men to please on a regular basis. But there were now younger girls to carry much of the burden. Christine, being educated, Madame Scarlett had Christine split her time between the bedroom and the counting room. So it wasn't a complete lie either. "I work for Ms Scarlett at her home."
"Is that so?"
"Yes." Christine glanced over her shoulder, hoping to come up with a good excuse to leave through the bustling crowd. "I must go. I..."
"Wait."
Bertrand walked around his stall over to Christine. She shivered and feared what he wanted. "What is it?"
"I have just got back from many adventures in the Holyland. On the journey, I have endured hardship, cruelty and sadness. But the miracles I witnessed once there… they changed me."
"I wondered why I hadn't seen you for a few years. Although I profess, I didn't miss you, nor did I have you down as religious. Sodomy stokes the hellfire, after all. It would have stained your soul."
Bertrand cracked a smile. His teeth were yellow and broken. "Being there, seeing the Holy Sepulchre changed me. It made me view life a little differently. I know i have sinned but I have prayed for forgiveness… and certain they have been listened to."
"I find that hard to believe."
"Have you a husband?"
"Erm..." Christine had planned to marry two years before to an elderly merchant who was also a widower. He was a regular customer of Christine, a kind one and a good lover, who vowed to buy her freedom. But he tragically went missing at sea. Nobody was recovered but parts of the ship were reportedly spotted. Christine bowed her head. "No."
"Child?"
"No." The memories hurt Christine deeply. "I miscarried." She pushed a tear away from her cheek. " Why are you asking these questions? It upsets me, greatly."
"I ask because... Have you thought about marrying me?" Bertrand's meaty face looked unfazed by the boldness of his proposition."I would make you a good husband."
"Lord no. Not after what happened. And don't forget you just called me a whore… in public. What kind of man would do that?"
"I'm a changed man."
"I don't think that is true."
"It is. And I've been lonely since my wife died during the pilgrimage." Bertrand actually looked honest and sincere for a moment. "And I only called you a whore out of humour and because… well, last time we met, that was your profession, was it not?"
"I'm sorry to hear about your wife. But I must go."
"Think about my proposition? I'm a wealthy tradesman. I have a house with a small allotment."
"Never. I have never been the same since you **** me. You robbed me of my innocence and ended my youth. I will never forgive you, and neither will god." Christine spat at Bertrand, then turned away and cut through the crowd. Tears rolling down her cheeks.
When it came to women, Bertrand wasn't a man who liked no as an answer.
Leaving his young apprentice in charge of the stall, Bertrand followed Christine at a distance. In his younger days he had been a tracker for the lord's hunting party, so knew when and where to close the distance between himself and prey.
Conscious of being followed Christine doubled back down the ramshackle streets of the poorer side of the walled town.
The houses were only partly built of stone and often windowless or even doorless... Not that there was anything worth stealing inside.
Bertrand knew Christine was clever but was aware of her tricks and traps. He remained out of sight.
Christine then made a dart for her home.
Bertrand tracked Christine down to a small hovel. Fortunately, the street was empty and he sneaked up like an adder upon a harvest mouse. The front door was unlocked and he gently pushed it open. The room was as dark and dingy... Just like his empty heart.
What is waiting for Bertrand in the dark living room? Is it a trap? Or is Christine in trouble?
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Crowning Glory
Christine seeks for Her Father
A young aristocratic girl is left defenceless in a dark, dangerous medieval kingdom. Lady Christine has the realm at her feet, but that world is turned upside down when a cruel sadistic Prince takes his on her family. Left penniless, in a brutal world where everyone seems out to exploit and take advantage. It doesn’t help that she is also tasked with protecting her young brother. Yet Christine is determined to restore her position. But will the struggle, hardship and dangerous world be too much? Will it break her?
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Updated on Nov 22, 2023
by Manbear
Created on Dec 24, 2019
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