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Cruxton Abbey
- Thread starter Wragg
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RacingRodent
Consul
Gets out mini explosives not sure how I shall read it afterwards
Dorothy - enlarge the pic and look at her tag!
Oh...whoops well "Fire in the Hole" isn't exactly an unusual situation for our Dot
and as official a bit corrupt too?
and a great one toooooooooooooooooooo
Barbara could never remember how she’d managed to compose herself and got herself ready for dinner. That she was ready in time certainly owed more to Tanda than herself, and Tanda was still applying the last touches of make-up as Paulson rang the gong.
She was truly astonished to see Yupar and Siss on their husband’s arms, groomed to perfection, and not a hair out of place. They processed into the dining room in perfect order, and stood by their places. Siss had managed to get sat next to Barb.
Paulson and the Footmen took their places, without passing on any tidings of Blaire the kitchen-maid’s misdemeanours, and the Earl said:
“Benedic, Domine, nos et dona tua,
quae de largitate tua sumus sumpturi,
et concede, ut illis salubriter nutriti
tibi debitum obsequium praestare valeamus,
per Christum Dominum nostrum.”
(Bless, O Lord, us and your gifts,
which from your bounty we are about to receive,
and grant that, healthily nourished by them,
we may render you due obedience,
through Christ our Lord.)
And they all said “Amen!”
Barbara looked at the Earl. An hour ago he was wanking in front of Yupar on her cross. Now he was invoking the name of Christ to sanctify their meal.
She looked at her soup suspiciously, as James Bull served it. Was it safe to eat? Would it clot?
The Dowager opened the conversation, selecting a topic which she hope would draw in her foreign guests. “I see from my Daily Telegraph that the president of Haiti has been blown to smithereens! That must have been most disagreeable for him.”
TC swallowed a mouthful of soup. Barbara watched him with concern. “Indeed so, my Lady. An extremely large explosion, it seems, which completely destroyed the palace!”
Shevak chipped in “Assassinated, surely? He had no love for the Syrians in Haiti.”
Barbara thought that TC looked fine, so she cautiously sipped a few molecules of her soup.
“Don’t be so sure!” returned TC. “If the man was stupid enough to make his home on top of several hundred tons of gunpowder, he can’t complain when it all goes skywards!”
“Oh, I daresay he’d complain, if he was able to!” remarked the Dowager.
“Did you enjoy your afternoon, Lady Barbara?” enquired Siss, bored with the discussion of foreign events.
“It was, at times….surprising, Mrs Cruz.” Barbara wondered now if ‘Cruz’ was her real name, or just part of some massive practical joke they were playing on her. “I’m sorry if our horse ride took you away from more agreeable pastimes.”
“Indeed it did not! In fact I was remarking to my maid before dinner that it was quite without question the most agreeable horse ride that I’ve ever taken!”
Barb nearly choked on her soup as she felt Siss’ bare foot against her calf under the table.
“Would you not perhaps have preferred to spend more time in the woods?”
“I would only have preferred it if I might have had the pleasure of your company.”
“You could have had Princess Yupar’s company….”
“I find, on these occasions, that more company there is, the more enjoyable it can be!”
There seemed no answer to that. Barb concentrated on her soup, which she had by now decided was harmless.
Siss continued, “Perhaps tomorrow?”
“And perhaps not!” hissed Barb, “The woods hold no attraction for me! They say that there are men in those woods who take advantage of young ladies unwise enough to venture in there!”
She was aware of her father watching her closely.
The late president of Haiti, about whom Barb knew nothing and cared less, was no longer dominating the conversation, so she said, brightly, “Did anyone else manage to get to Henley this year? Honestly, you should have seen the creation that the Countess of Chester had on her head!”
Siss looked disappointed, and her foot disengaged from Barb’s calf. She wasn’t particularly interested in the Countess of Chester’s headgear. But she could not get her dream of seeing Lady Barbara on a cross out of her head. She’d known perfectly well what was going on in the wood this afternoon, and she’d known perfectly well that Barb had been turned on by it. But she cursed herself for not figuring out that the Earl would be there, of course there was no way that Barb would let him see her on a cross.
She caught her breath. Not voluntarily, at least.
She was truly astonished to see Yupar and Siss on their husband’s arms, groomed to perfection, and not a hair out of place. They processed into the dining room in perfect order, and stood by their places. Siss had managed to get sat next to Barb.
Paulson and the Footmen took their places, without passing on any tidings of Blaire the kitchen-maid’s misdemeanours, and the Earl said:
“Benedic, Domine, nos et dona tua,
quae de largitate tua sumus sumpturi,
et concede, ut illis salubriter nutriti
tibi debitum obsequium praestare valeamus,
per Christum Dominum nostrum.”
(Bless, O Lord, us and your gifts,
which from your bounty we are about to receive,
and grant that, healthily nourished by them,
we may render you due obedience,
through Christ our Lord.)
And they all said “Amen!”
Barbara looked at the Earl. An hour ago he was wanking in front of Yupar on her cross. Now he was invoking the name of Christ to sanctify their meal.
She looked at her soup suspiciously, as James Bull served it. Was it safe to eat? Would it clot?
The Dowager opened the conversation, selecting a topic which she hope would draw in her foreign guests. “I see from my Daily Telegraph that the president of Haiti has been blown to smithereens! That must have been most disagreeable for him.”
TC swallowed a mouthful of soup. Barbara watched him with concern. “Indeed so, my Lady. An extremely large explosion, it seems, which completely destroyed the palace!”
Shevak chipped in “Assassinated, surely? He had no love for the Syrians in Haiti.”
Barbara thought that TC looked fine, so she cautiously sipped a few molecules of her soup.
“Don’t be so sure!” returned TC. “If the man was stupid enough to make his home on top of several hundred tons of gunpowder, he can’t complain when it all goes skywards!”
“Oh, I daresay he’d complain, if he was able to!” remarked the Dowager.
“Did you enjoy your afternoon, Lady Barbara?” enquired Siss, bored with the discussion of foreign events.
“It was, at times….surprising, Mrs Cruz.” Barbara wondered now if ‘Cruz’ was her real name, or just part of some massive practical joke they were playing on her. “I’m sorry if our horse ride took you away from more agreeable pastimes.”
“Indeed it did not! In fact I was remarking to my maid before dinner that it was quite without question the most agreeable horse ride that I’ve ever taken!”
Barb nearly choked on her soup as she felt Siss’ bare foot against her calf under the table.
“Would you not perhaps have preferred to spend more time in the woods?”
“I would only have preferred it if I might have had the pleasure of your company.”
“You could have had Princess Yupar’s company….”
“I find, on these occasions, that more company there is, the more enjoyable it can be!”
There seemed no answer to that. Barb concentrated on her soup, which she had by now decided was harmless.
Siss continued, “Perhaps tomorrow?”
“And perhaps not!” hissed Barb, “The woods hold no attraction for me! They say that there are men in those woods who take advantage of young ladies unwise enough to venture in there!”
She was aware of her father watching her closely.
The late president of Haiti, about whom Barb knew nothing and cared less, was no longer dominating the conversation, so she said, brightly, “Did anyone else manage to get to Henley this year? Honestly, you should have seen the creation that the Countess of Chester had on her head!”
Siss looked disappointed, and her foot disengaged from Barb’s calf. She wasn’t particularly interested in the Countess of Chester’s headgear. But she could not get her dream of seeing Lady Barbara on a cross out of her head. She’d known perfectly well what was going on in the wood this afternoon, and she’d known perfectly well that Barb had been turned on by it. But she cursed herself for not figuring out that the Earl would be there, of course there was no way that Barb would let him see her on a cross.
She caught her breath. Not voluntarily, at least.
LittleSiss
Sorceress
You know that's right!I think that is the first time ever that I've been able to stretch my imagination as far as suggesting that Barb might resist an invitation to stretch out on a cross, or indeed to turn her back on a crucifixion and gallop hell for leather back to a stately home!
I do realise that there are cries of 'Come off it, Wragg, this is Barb we're talking about!
But stay with me....Siss can be a very determined lady, a woman that gets what she wants....
LittleSiss
Sorceress
LittleSiss
Sorceress
Umm ... OK I decided not to comment.Gets out mini explosives not sure how I shall read it afterwards
Oh...whoops well "Fire in the Hole" isn't exactly an unusual situation for our Dot
Playing footsie under the table with me again Siss?.....how many times have I warned you about that!
LittleSiss
Sorceress
Yes! You are right ... time and place.Playing footsie under the table with me again Siss?.....how many times have I warned you about that!
LittleSiss
Sorceress
Aren't I always???
...oh stop it you two...
T
T
LittleSiss
Sorceress
She just stuck her tongue out at you, Tree! 
Barbaria really should not do that!!!
Tree
Tree
LittleSiss
Sorceress
Sharpen spikes, Tree, sharpen spikes...
Tree
...what, Ulrika, I already crucified her???
When did I do that???