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FATE AND CONSEQUENCES************Chapter 1“What do you mean, they are gone?” Fitzwilliam Darcy’s eyes bore into the frightened servant girl’s, demanding her immediate answer.“They left just a few hours ago, sir, Miss. Darcy, Mrs. Younge, and Mr. Wickham.” She squeaked.“Wickham!” He roared. “Where did they go?”“I heard them speaking of Gretna Green, sir. I think they were to stop in Hertfordshire for the night.”“My God!” Darcy ran out to his carriage, where his valet was just seeing his luggage removed. “Roberts!”“Sir?” Roberts instantly snapped to attention seeing his master’s distress, and followed him into the cottage where he watched him scratching out a note.“Get in the coach and go directly to Rosings. My cousin Fitzwilliam should be there visiting Lady Catherine with his parents. Give him this, and tell him he may use this coach if he does not wish to ride.”Stunned by his uncharacteristic behaviour he stared. “But sir, what about you?”Darcy grew impatient with the delay. “I will hire a horse and leave in a few moments. Now go man! There is not a second to lose!”“Sir, you must take a change of clothing . . .” The ever efficient valet quickly pulled out a valise suitable for attaching to a saddle, and stuffed in some items. Handing it to his furious and agitated master, he leapt into the carriage. Darcy gave terse orders to the coachman and watched the carriage disappear down the street and out of Ramsgate. Spotting the man who cared for the rented cottage, he demanded the location of the nearest stables and any information of Wickham. He was told that Wickham had been a regular visitor for weeks and seemed quite a favourite of Miss. Darcy. A vision of his innocent little sister in the hands of that cad played before Darcy’s eyes. Without a word, he ran to the stables, chose the best horse, asked for the directions given to the coach Wickham had hired there, and was on his way.He pushed his mount hard, matching his fury and fear, and slowed from the gallop only when he felt the animal labouring. He hoped that travelling on horseback would help him make up the time lost by his delay in following the slower coach. At every inn and post stop he scanned the carriages, riding in long enough to inquire of the servants if they had come from Ramsgate, and then pressing on. During the furious ride, his head filled with thoughts. I should have paid off the servants for their silence, what will happen if their gossip reaches town? What will Wickham do? Will he marry then abandon her? It must be all for her dowry, he can not possibly love her. And if I find him in time, will he blackmail me to remain quiet? Will this hang over Georgiana’s head until she marries?It was nearly seven o’clock and his second horse of the day was struggling when he reached another inn at the village of Meryton. He knew he must stop for the night. He was not armed, and travelling alone in twilight or worse, dark, was dangerous as he was unfamiliar with the area. Reluctantly he turned the horse to the stables where he saw one coach parked; its horses in the process of being unhitched. Dismounting, he handed his reins to the groom who ran up. “This horse has had a hard ride. Give him extra care.”“Yes sir!” The eager lad tugged his forelock and caught the coin that Darcy threw to him. For seemingly the hundredth time that day, Darcy wearily asked him, “Can you tell me where this coach is from?”“Yes sir, Ramsgate, sir. Heading for Scotland, I hear.”Darcy straightened. “Two women and a man?”“Yes sir!”Darcy tossed him another coin and nodded. He turned and scanned the building in front of him. He was not too late to save Georgiana from marrying Wickham. Her reputation may very well already be ruined, but at least she would not be married at the age of fifteen to a profligate cur.He decided to enter through the back door so that he could see the public rooms without drawing notice. The inn’s workers cast him odd looks as the well-dressed gentleman made his way through the kitchen to the dining room. The murderous look in his eye was enough to convince them to give him a wide berth, but as soon as he passed, the curious among them crept forward to see what was brewing. The room was nearly empty save for a table at a corner where he saw the golden hair of his sister. She sat stiffly. When he saw her head turn, his chest grew tight. Whatever excitement she may have had for her adventure that morning was clearly dissipating. In her face he read discomfort and fear. He tore his eyes away to look at Wickham, and saw his old enemy’s false sincerity as he bent towards her and kissed her hand. Darcy’s fingers twitched. All he saw of his sister’s companion, Mrs. Younge, was the back of her head. That was good. With Wickham’s attention on Georgiana, he could step unnoticed into the room.A voice at his shoulder startled him. “What is your plan, Cousin?”He spun to see the very welcome sight of Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam. “Richard!” He said in a low voice. “How on earth did you get here so quickly?”“Your coach made Rosings in two hours, and I was just approaching the stables to take a ride. I knew to head towards Hertfordshire from your note, and this village seemed a logical place for them to break their journey. I made a point of checking the inns as I approached the area, this was my fourth try. Mother and Father think that I have been called to duty. I was likely not very far behind you the whole way; you could have stopped at Rosings yourself to get me.” He kept his eyes fixed on their quarry. “Have you a plan or do you wish to just confront them?”Darcy glanced at his cousin and returned his gaze to the table. “I do not wish for a scene, perhaps we can still save Georgiana’s reputation if her name is not spoken.” He knew in his heart that was unlikely. The servants at Ramsgate were doubtless already talking about it to their friends, and it was only a matter of time before the fresh gossip was spoken to some gentleman or lady on holiday.Richard watched his face. “Then we shall move quietly. I would like to have my chance at him, as I imagine you would as well, Darcy.”“I have not your sword, but at this moment I feel my hands would serve the purpose well.” His glare fixed on Wickham’s face.Richard looked at him closely. “You will call him out?”“Would I win?” Darcy glanced at him.Richard considered the question. “Perhaps, you are an excellent shot, and outstanding with your sabre, but I would not put it past him to cheat.”“Your faith is heartening, Richard.” Darcy said with no little sarcasm. He had relaxed slightly; knowing his cousin and Georgiana’s other guardian was there to help. He also knew that violence was not the way to handle his boyhood enemy.“I will gladly kill him.” Richard said quietly. There was no emotion in his voice. He had killed for King and country during his army service, this was no different. He would be ridding the country of some vermin. Darcy saw the cold light in his eyes and knew he was serious. Richard gripped his blade. “Say the word and I will do it now.”“No, not if we are to redeem Georgiana.” He put his hand on his cousin’s taut arm.“Darcy, you know it may be too late . . .”“She is young, perhaps it can be passed as a foolish mistake of youth . . .” He said weakly.The two men’s eyes met. They knew how unlikely that was. “Come on Darcy.” They entered the dining room and Georgiana spotted them first. The look of relief on her face was heartbreaking. It was obvious she had not thought through what she had agreed to do, and the reality of her situation was becoming very clear. Wickham saw her change of expression and looked up. He immediately stood. “Darcy, Fitzwilliam, what a surprise!” Mrs. Younge spun around in her chair, her face reflected her fear.Darcy’s eyes burned into Wickham’s but he addressed his sister. “Go to your room Georgiana. I will speak to you shortly.”She sat frozen. His voice grew harsher. “Go!! Now!!” She jumped up and stammered, “Yes, brother!” and ran from the room. Darcy’s eyes turned to Mrs. Younge. “Be on the next post coach and never darken my door or approach my family again.” Feeling the tightly controlled anger in his voice she arose and without a backward glance ran to collect her things and quickly boarded a coach that was just leaving the inn to continue its journey. That left Darcy and Richard alone with Wickham. “Step outside, Wickham.” Darcy said harshly.Wickham shook his head. “I am not a fool; I will remain inside, thank you.”Darcy’s eyes blazed and he stepped closer. “Explain yourself!”Wickham smirked. Not because he was brave, but because he knew it infuriated Darcy. “I am engaged to your sister.”“Not without my consent. She is a child.”“Not according to the law.”“She is not of age.”“That does not matter in Gretna Green, and she wants to be my wife.” Wickham smiled widely.Darcy balled his hands into fists and spoke through clenched teeth. “I do not even want to know what lies you whispered to her. Be gone Wickham, my sister is not marrying you.”He laughed, enjoying seeing Darcy suffer. “Fine, then give me the living at Kympton your father promised me.”“I already paid you its value, we are even and you know it.” He spat.“Hardly. You have now cheated me of the thirty thousand pounds in your sister’s dowry. I will extract it from you, in exchange for my silence.” His eyes were cold and serious.Darcy stepped forward, “And you were going to cheat my sister of a settlement before marriage and leave her penniless when you disappeared!”Wickham laughed, “Would I truly leave my dear, pretty wife? You think so poorly of me Darcy? I would want to h...
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