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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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This day was dragging on and on, and seemed as if it would never end.
With each passing moment Heather found herself being taken further and further
away from safety into colonial territory. This particular group must have
traveled along long way to get to where they had found her. Through the entire
course of the afternoon, Heather had been fighting a small struggle of her own.
The Frenchman who had abducted her onto his horse against her wishes,
continually tightened his grip around her each time she exhaled so she
couldn�t take another. It was a childish attempt to antagonize her for no
apparently reason other then to be mean. She forced in a deep breath before
speaking to him, �So . . do you have a name? Or do they just refer to you as
Frenchmen?�


She said pulling at his arm a little bit trying to get him to let her
breathe easier. �Why would that be any concern of yours.� The man snapped
gruffly at her, it was obvious that he did not approve of this woman in the
slightest. For whatever reason he felt this way was a bit unclear. Heather
sighed and turned around trying to look at him the best she could.


�Sir? Have I done something to you? What crime have I committed that
you can�t even find your way clear to give me the curtest of telling me what
your name is?� The man looked at her meeting her gaze for a split moment
before turning his eyes back towards the road. Heather shook her head at his
silence, and turned back deciding that he wasn�t going to be kind to her no
matter how she tried to be kind to him.


�Jean Villeneuve� his thick accented voice said breaking the silence.
Heather turned her head back once again to look at him for a moment. Maybe he
wasn�t as much of an impolite jerk as she first thought.


�It�s nice to meet you.� She said softly. The tone of her voice and
the gentleness of her response shocked him a bit, as she sounded completely
content at the mere knowledge of his name. Both fell silent and they continued
to ride uncomfortably.


Meanwhile, elsewhere in the state, Colonel William Tavington had just
finished running down several bits and pieces of information that lead him to
homes and families of the Ghosts militia members. He burned each one to the
ground, sometimes with the inhabitants still dwelling inside, and sometimes
while they questioned the civilians to their knowledge before they executed
them. The fate was far worse for any who attempted to resist or escape.


Major Borden, who was Colonel Tavington�s first in command, road up
beside William. �Sir, this was the last home that we have confirmed as hostile
in this area. We need more information before we are able to continue.�


�Any news yet of the Colonial militia whereabouts, or the location of
the leader?� William said plainly as his eyes wondered over their last attack
and the little remains that had been left behind.


�No sir. However, we do have several prisoners to be questioned.�
William gave a slight nod at this when he heard the sound of a breaking twig
coming from the nearby trees. Tavington pulled his pistol and fired into the
green bushes, as one young girl perhaps 14 or 15 fell out of hiding onto the
ground. The bullet having cleanly gone through her throat. She would be dead in
just a few moments. Tavington replaced his pistol and continued on with his
conversation with the sound of whimpers of fear and gurgles of blood in the
background of the dying girl.


�I think it is well beyond time we started back for camp.� He turned
his eyes towards Borden, �Round up the troops, have them fall into the ranks.
We leave at once.� William said turning his horse and riding a few steps
closer to his Victum. The Major wasn�t exactly thrilled with what had just
transpired, but there was nothing that could be said. He just saluted and went
to follow the orders he had been issued.


William cast an icy cold stare at the one who lay gasping for air, seeing
her eyes as she turned up towards him. Tavington just smirked cruelly,
�Consider yourself lucky this is your fate, and you were not given to the
soldiers who have been some time without companionship.� Another moment passed
and her frantic grasps for air stopped, her body white as a sheet from the loss
of blood, and her eyes fell closed. William looked on for a moment more before
digging his spurs into the sides of his horse, and taking the lead of the
Dragoons. Raising his hand, he issued the order to move out.


Elsewhere, the small group of Colonial rebels and what they believed to
be one they had saved from some horrid fate, just came out of the forest and
entered into a town. This was were they intended to leave Heather at, sure that
she would be able to find her way home from there, and perhaps get a ride back
to her house. Either way, they decided she was going to be well out of British
territory. The Frenchman rode up ahead of them and a combination of his throwing
and Heather jumping off of the horse got her to the ground. She was thrilled
beyond words to get away from the Frenchmen�s death grip he had held on her.


Their main leader rode up beside her, �You should be able to get home
from here Miss. You�re are a safe distance from the British lines now. If your
seen by any redcoats over here, they won�t single you out.� Heather just
smiled as gratefully as she could, wishing they would ride away and leave her
behind soon. The man gave her a polite smile back feeling confident he had just
saved a life today. His son Gabriel rode back up beside his father and smiled
for her as well.


At once, they turned their horses back onto the road and started off on
their way once again. It seemed like forever before they disappeared. The smile
she had painted on her face fled as she looked back towards the road that led
back into the woods. It seemed like a very long way they had ridden, and it was
already after noon. Giving a slight sigh she began to walk back the way they had
come, in the direction of Lord Cornwallis�s headquarters. They had come so
many miles in the past few hours, and she had no horse. The horse she had
basically stolen was probley long since back in his barn with his nose in a big
bag of grain.


She knew they had only been trying to help her, supposing that they took
responsibility for all colonials and tried to watch out for them. They had no
idea that she was part of the British now instead of a Colonist. If they knew of
her husband, they would count her as one regardless of where she had lived all
of her life. She had no intentions of being the one who would educate them on
her marriage even though she wasn�t ashamed of it.


Hours later, Heather looked up to see dusk coming. It was going to be
very dark before long. She quickened her pace a bit even though her feet were
hurting quite a bit and she knew that even if she ran as fast as she could, it
wasn�t really going to get her anywhere of value any faster. A short while
after that, she felt the ground begin to shake beneath her feet. She stopped
looking around before letting her eyes go down cast seeing the rocks jump and
shake on the ground.


Heather turned just in time to see the Green Dragoons coming around the
bend in the road heading towards her. Most likely to return to their camp from a
mission or assignment. Her eyes went wide as she could see the one leading them
was none other then Colonel Tavington. �Oh . . no.� She whispered as she saw
William raise his hand to halt the entire company from their travel. Breaking
off from the formation, Tavington rode up beside her looking about to see if she
was accompanied by an escort, a guide, or even a horse. Yet he saw nothing.


It was a very odd situation to say the least. Most officers in the
military did not ride about alone. Three or four others always accompanied them.
For Cornwallis to travel, he would have at least 10 or 11 escorts with him at
the least. For a woman to be let out of the Fort alone, especially Lady
Tavington, was down right unthinkable.


He looked down at her for another moment searching for some sort of
explanation as to this ill planned outing wanting to know what exactly was going
on. Heather swallowed the lump in her throat forcing herself to breathe as she
smiled up at him. Tavington read the expression and a look of
displeasure crossed his face, knowing that she took it upon herself to tour the
countryside without escort.


William reached down letting her take his hand, pulling her up so she
could swing onto the back of his horse. �William . . .� She began, feeling
as if it would be wise to try and explain herself. �William . . .I . .�


�Do not . . .say anything.� Heather bit her tongue instantly falling
silent as she could hear the anger in his voice. She wrapped her arms around him
to hold on, and Tavington raised his hand once more, giving the order to
continue on. Heather decided that she was going to get it later, and she was
sure that General Cornwallis would have a thing or two to add to her scolding.
This was probley the only silence she was going to have for the next few weeks
and she should enjoy it while it lasted.


She felt a little better when they took the rode that led to the dragoon
camp, rather then the one that led back to Cornwallis�s headquarters. It was
late at night, and Tavington most likely didn�t want to run the risk of
traveling with her in the dark in the unlikely event of an ambush. She didn�t
mind, for there was no hurry to return to the fort any time soon.

To Be Continued .
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