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Piety and Infamy	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: M through R > Patriot, The Views: 2093 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tavington returned to his tent after the brief an unsettling discussion
he had suffered from with Cornwallis. The thought had occurred to him once,
maybe twice that there was a reason they were being kept apart. Yet he dismissed
these suspicions as there was a war on and he had an exceedingly stressful
obligation to follow orders, and orders which had to be carried out one right
after the other. Colonial Rebels were very inconsiderate to married persons time
that was spent together.


Once inside, he found that Heather had been pacing back and forth,
waiting to find out what was to become of her, and if he would be made to pay
for her unscheduled ride for today. William just watched her pace for a moment.


�You are going to go back with general Cornwallis to his headquarters
in the fort for now. At least, until I can find a more suitable place for you to
stay.� She nodded quietly, disappointed that she had to go back already but
thought it best not to argue after her foolish deeds today. Enough trouble had
been stirred up on her account. Tavington walked back over to his vanity looking
into his mirror a moment. �It might do you good to try and keep quiet about
the things you may hear or see in that house until I send for you and your
belongings my love. There are . . .many things that are being seen to at the
moment that are being done to secure our future. Your stating the obvious or
pointing out obvious faults of the general and his officers, or even letting
them know how clever you are, could upset that greatly. Telling them how much
you do know could . . .even put you in danger.�


Heather�s eyes shifted around the room a moment a little confused, and
not quite understanding his request. �William, I don�t . . . understand . .
.what sort of . . .� Tavington turned around and looked at her in a way that
instantly silenced her. She knew that the questions she had were not to be
asked, and even if they were, no answers would be given.


Taking a few slow steps towards her, he wanted to make things as clear as
possible for her. �Once this war is over, we can forget about all of this.
What has happened, what is going on, and what is to come. All of it will be a
memory. However at this moment, we are in the middle of this war and things must
be done.�


Heather was extremely frustrated at the situation. Here she had escaped
for at least half a day from being treated as a child and her husband was now
doing it once again. �Why do you all tell me the same thing over and over
William? Each time I ask it�s dismissed and I�m given a pat on the head and
sent away. When you don�t tell me William, I can�t stop myself from assuming
the worst. William . . .they are ripping apart your reputation and honor behind
your back to Cornwallis each and every day. Maybe even some of them are bold
enough to do it to your face. How can you stand that William? How can you stand
any of this?�


Tavington took another step towards her hovering over her and looking
sternly into her eyes. �It is mere jealousy that causes them to run as fast as
their horses can carry them to General Cornwallis with their silly little
reports. They are eager to put be out of the field because I am able and willing
to do what they will not.� She could feel the atmosphere in the room change,
and the tension that quickly filled it. The tone in his voice and the look in
his eyes was frightening and it sent chills up her spine. William continued on
with his words, �One day they will see that it was I who brought them their
precious victory, even though they would never admit it allowed for fear that
one of them would hear the other that I was right from the beginning.�


Her eyes got wide as she could see the malice and the hate that grew in
them at these mere thoughts about their situation, and the disgust in his voice
at all who were around them. Tavington continued to stare at her drawing closer
still, and everything about him seemed terrifyingly evil at this moment. Heather
jumped when she felt him put his hand on her arm as he jerked her closer to him
looking down into her eyes. �I will do what is necessary to insure our lives,
our future together. For if I do not, we shall have none. Do you understand?�
She tried to speak, but she couldn�t, she was to afraid to say anything and
just nodded nervously.


Tavington looked into her eyes another moment before he kissed her cheek
coldly, before turning and took her to the tent door pulling the cover back,
�I shall find another place for you to stay as soon as possible. Do not keep
General Cornwallis waiting, he is taking you back to his headquarters
tonight.� She wanted to say something to him but somehow she felt it wasn�t
a good idea at the moment to argue. He said he would find her another place to
stay and he knew that he would. Still holding onto her arm, they ducked out of
his tent. She had expected him to at least walk to her horse with him, but
instead he passed her off to one of the privates walking by. �Take her to her
horse.�


At once he turned away from her without another word and disappeared into
his tent. The private immediately took her arm and started off in the direction
of Cornwallis�s escort. Heather couldn�t believe this and she started
twisting and turned calling out to him, �William? William!� The private had
every intention of following orders and didn�t let go or slow his step.
Realizing there was no use, she gave up struggling and went willingly. Looking
back once more towards her husband�s tent, she climbed up into the saddle, and
rode next to Cornwallis as they rode away. She remained silent and didn�t make
a sound all the way back.


One of Tavington�s scouts came into his tent, with Wilkins following
close behind. �Sir, we have some information that you might want to hear.�
Turning to the scout he nodded urging him to tell the Colonel what he had
brought back with him. Tavington was still annoyed at both Heather and
Cornwallis at the moment and didn�t even look up to them.


The scout started to speak slowly because it was out of breath from
riding back so quickly and then running through the camp. �A town, called
Pembroke, has been aiding the Ghost and his men. Giving them food, supplies,
ammunition, information, whatever they need.�


Wilkins was quick to speak up to let their commander know he held some
information as well, �I used to live not far from there sir, I can lead the
way.� Tavington reached for his dagger off of his vanity and pulled it from
it�s sheath, looking at the silver colored blade.


�Captain.� He began, and Wilkins quickly stood at attention, �Give
the order to the dragoons to prepare to depart. Tomorrow is Sunday, is it
not?� Wilkins nodded looking at Tavington wondering why he had asked. �Make
sure the dragoons are ready to depart within two hours. We shall leave
immediately.�


�Yes sir.� Both men still stood there not being able to help but
watch him for another moment. Tavington continued to look over the blade, which
he held in his hand, as he raised his voice suddenly breaking the silence,
�DID I stutter Captain!!�


Both men jumped realizing they had not left after the order had been
given and immediately exited the tent leaving the Colonel to himself. Tavington
looked up into the mirror still turning the dagger over in his hand. Finally he
tossed it down on the vanity, and moved away.
To Be Continued .
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