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THE TAKE DOWN
BROTHERHOOD PROTECTORS WORLD
BOSWELL GROUP
BOOK TEN
DEANNA L ROWLEY
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
The End
Also by Deanna L. Rowley
About Deanna L. Rowley
Brotherhood Protectors
About Elle James
T H E TA K E D OW N
BROTHERHOOD PROTECTORS WORLD
BOSWELL GROUP
BOOK 10
DEANNA L. ROWLEY
Copyright © 2023, Deanna L. Rowley
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual
events, locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
I’d like to thank my editor, Ann Attwood, for the beautiful job she does on my
books.
C arl exited his truck before the garage at the Boswell compound
and stretched. He probably could have pulled inside, but he wanted
to wait until the others in the house were up and around. He looked
at his watch as the two vehicles that came with him pulled in. He
quickly pointed where they should park, and after he grabbed his
bag from the back of his truck, he stood there and watched as
Francesca and Gloria looked around when they disembarked from
their own trucks.
“What is this place?” Gloria asked in awe after she stretched and
grabbed her own bag.
Carl waited for Francesca to join them, with his arm around her
shoulders, he grinned at the two women. “This is what we all refer
to as the Boswell Compound. Or compound for short. We parked in
front of the garage. We can come back out later and park inside of
it. I’ll wait to talk to Joyce to see where she wants us to park.”
“Why?” Francesca looked up at him with a frown.
“She’s in charge of the garage, Astrid is in charge of the
communications. Morgan and Bernadette, or Bernie, are in charge of
everything.”
“What about the other ladies?” Gloria asked as they started
toward the gigantic house. She paused and frowned at him. “I
thought you mentioned more ladies than what you just did.”
“I did, and I don’t like to stereotype, but Ava, Janice, and Alice
are basically what you would call a grunt when you were on your
teams. Ava was a sniper, Janice was the medic, and Alice was the
scout.”
“What about June?” Francesca asked as she watched Carl pull a
set of keys from his pocket. He paused before he inserted it into the
lock.
“June is what she called herself as the analyst.”
“Ah,” both women said, and nodded in understanding.
“Okay, it’s only five thirty, and we made good time. I have a key,
as well as the code to the alarm. Please, as soon as we enter, stand
still until I disarm it.” They nodded and watched as he opened the
door, they all stepped in, stopped in their tracks to stare at the sheer
size of the home, and waited for Carl to turn off the alarm.
“All set,” he said, and reset the alarm. He smiled as he had to
nudge them to get them moving as he led them through the house
without turning on some lights, and to a door that led to the
basement. He flipped on a light and the women saw a stairway light
up.
“What’s down there?” Gloria asked in confusion.
“This is where I sleep, there are plenty of beds for you two.” He
led the way and smiled as the women followed him. As soon as he
entered the room that held the beds, he turned on the overhead
light and made his way to a bed in the corner. After placing his bag
on it, he turned and moved his arm to indicate the room. “This is my
bed, or it was before I left to go to Idaho. Feel free to pick one of
these out, they’re all empty. Don’t worry, the sheets are clean.” He
grinned at their looks, then pointed to a door on the other side of
the room.
“Through that door is the bathroom. It has three shower stalls,
three toilets, with doors, and sorry, but it has three urinals also.” He
shrugged and looked at them sheepishly. “What can I say, eight men
lived down here at one time.”
“Where are they now?”
“They hooked up with the ladies and are upstairs in the rooms
with them.” When neither of them said a word, he nodded. “I’m
going to go back upstairs and start the coffee. It’s a weekday, so
everyone gets up around six. We have the same rule here as I
started over in Idaho. You cook, you don’t clean up.”
“I’ll be right there,” Francesca grinned. She tossed her bag on the
bed next to Carl’s before turning back to him. “Let me hit the head,
and I’ll join you.”
“Deal,” Carl said as he quickly left them, and the two women
turned to look at each other in shock.
“Holy shit, this place is huge,” Gloria said as they went into the
bathroom to use the facilities. As they washed their hands, they
looked at each other in the mirror and grinned. “I can’t wait to see
the house with the lights on.”
“Or the office,” Francesca said. “If I know Astrid, she’s got her
own little corner of it with her computers. I can’t wait to see what
she has going on.” They found the stairs and made their way up,
and saw that Carl was filling a very large pot with water. They both
sighed in relief when they saw a smaller coffee pot beginning to
perk.
“How many cups does that thing hold?” Francesca asked from
the counter, and smirked when Carl jerked and spilt some of the
water. He quickly finished what he was doing, and grabbed another
pot the same size.
“Forty, for both of them. Just a heads up, Joyce streamlines
coffee, I swear she has an IV in her arm sometimes. Ava does the
same with cola.”
“Anything else we should know?”
“June is vegan, she doesn’t eat any meat, and nothing white.”
“What’s that mean?” Francesca scowled at him.
“No white rice, white bread, or white potatoes,” came a voice
from behind them. They all turned to see seven women standing
there, and they all had a gun pointed to the ground.
“I reset the alarm, ladies, no need for the show of force.” Carl
grinned when he pointed to their hands that held the guns.
“We’ll be right back,” they said as one, and returned to the stairs.
Francesca watched them, and sure enough they were back in less
than five minutes, but when they returned, there was a man with
each of them.
Francesca and Gloria stood back as the others greeted Carl. The
women with hugs, and the men with handshakes and slaps on the
back. As they stood around, Carl looked at them with a grin.
“Guys, I’d like to introduce you to Gloria Alcott and Francesca
Mancusco.” He held out his hand to indicate the two women
standing off to the side, and watched as the others welcomed them.
Not with hugs, but with handshakes and hellos.
“What were you cooking for breakfast?” One of the dark-haired
women asked Carl with a grin, and it was Francesca who answered.
“I don’t know about Carl, but I was going to start cooking a
farmer’s breakfast.”
“Which is?” The women frowned at her.
“Bacon, sausage, home fries, eggs, and pancakes.”
“I’ll help,” she said as she went to the refrigerator and started
pulling out items. She looked back at Francesca with a grin. “Sorry,
I’m Joyce Rizzo, and he is Alex Stuart.” She pointed to the man who
was getting pans out of cupboards and putting them on the stove.
“Luckily, Alex had the forethought to boil up some potatoes last
night because he wanted home fries for breakfast."
Francesca laughed, and as she began mixing up the pancake
batter, Gloria started scrambling eggs, Alex and Carl fried up the
meat, while Joyce chopped vegetables. “We’ll whip up a veggie
omelet for June.”
Francesca just nodded as she began making pancakes, and
realized with all the people there, she would have to mix up more
batter. As the first ones began to cook, she did that, and watched as
others grabbed dishes from the cupboards and started setting the
table. It was a blond-haired man who came into the kitchen and
began taking cups from the cupboards and filling them with the
coffee as the first large pot had just finished brewing.
“I’m Chuck, by the way,” he said as he put a cup next to
Francesca, then had to go back to get one to set beside Gloria. “Do
you take anything in your coffee?”
“No, black is fine,” Francesca said as she picked it up and savored
the smell, then took a tentative sip of the hot brew. “This is good,”
she said, and looked at him with a frown. “How’s the hand?” She
used the spatula to point to the cast on his left hand.
“Good, I went to the doctor last week and she said I was healing
nicely. Should be only a few more weeks before this comes off.”
“Are you one of the infamous J’s or A’s?” she asked as she flipped
the pancakes.
The man named Chuck laughed. “No, but you might as well
consider me one.” At her confused look he grinned. “I met the J’s
the first day of kindergarten and we’ve been best friends ever since.”
“Oh.” Francesca didn’t know what else to say, so she remained
quiet as she worked on the pancakes, and the others continued
either cooking or setting the table. She looked up when someone
began to talk.
“I’m the oldest Stuart sibling,” the man said, and Francesca
looked at him as she waited for the pancakes to cook. “My name is
Justin and I’m dating Ava. I am a construction engineer.” He looked
at the woman beside him and she could see the love he had for her.
As she looked at them all, they were all hooked up, and all in love.
She sighed, wishing she had something like that with Carl. When she
glanced over her shoulder at him, she saw him looking at her, and
her insides melted. Yeah, she had with him what these other couples
had. On a happy note, she turned back to Justin, but took the
pancakes off, and started a second batch.
“John is next and he’s with Astrid. John and Josh, the next in
line, own their own construction company. We built this house, the
garage, as well as the outside office. Chuck here is their foreman.”
“In case you didn’t realize,” a man said with a grin. “I’m Josh,
and I’m dating Alice.”
“Okay, so that’s why you’re called the J’s? Because your first
names start with that letter?"
"Yes," Justin laughed. "Next in line, we have Morgan. We were
five when she was born. Then when she was five when the A’s were
born.”
“I’m Alfie, short for Alfred, but I prefer Alfie, I’m dating June, and
I am a leather maker. I am also the oldest of the A’s.” At her frown
he grinned. “I make hand tooled leather belts, purses…” He paused
when the ladies at the table looked at him in shock.
“You make purses?” June demanded. “Since when?”
“Last week, I have a couple of protypes that I was going to bring
home this week to get your opinions on them.”
“Oh, you’re forgiven then,” June laughed as she reached over
and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you.” Alfie laughed as he leaned back in his chair and put
his arm on the back of June’s chair.
“I’m next in line,” a man spoke, and Francesca saw he reached
over and took a woman’s hand in his. “My name is Alan, and I’m
dating Janice. I’m a cabinet maker.”
Francesca nodded as she took the pancakes off and started yet
another batch. She also noted that Carl had gotten out another
griddle and was making them also, so instead of her six at a time,
together, they could make a dozen pancakes at once. She figured
there were seventeen of them, it would take a lot to fill up the crew.
“Did you make these cabinets?” Francesca pointed around the
kitchen.
“I did, I also made the ones out in the garage, as well as the
ones in the office.”
“I’m next,” Alex said from behind her as he started removing the
bacon from the pan. As you know, I’m dating Joyce.”
When he remained silent, it was Gloria who asked, “What do you
do for a living?”
“I’m a rancher. I guess I never grew out of the stage of wanting
to be a cowboy when I was a little boy.” He shrugged, and looked
adorable with the pink tinge on his cheeks.
“Are you able to keep an eye on Wyatt while at work?”
Alex looked up with a grin, and then over at his brothers who
started laughing, as well as the women. It was so bad that most of
them were doubled over with their arms around their stomach,
trying to catch their breath.
Carl walked up beside Francesca with two platters of pancakes,
and he started toward the table. The people who cooked were done
then, and they took their platters over also.
“What’s so funny?” Carl scowled at them as he pulled a chair out
for first Francesca, then Gloria. He ended up sitting between the two
of them. It was Bernadette who answered.
“Keeping an eye on Wyatt isn’t a problem,” she giggled and
waved her hand in front of her face. “If I hadn’t seen it with my own
eyes, I never would have believed it.”
“What?” the three newcomers to the family asked as one.
“Morgan not only threatens him, but has trained Sexy to, and I
quote, ‘keep an eye’ on Wyatt.”
Carl threw his head back and laughed just like the others were
doing. It took several minutes before they were all under control. He
looked at the two women, then at Francesca with a grin. “Sexy is a
rooster that Morgan trained when she was here a few years ago
without her memory. That chicken is in love with her, and seems to
listen, and he hates Wyatt.”
Francesca took the phone someone handed her and watched as
Wyatt and a chicken were having a staring contest, then all of a
sudden, the chicken flew into the air, and as Wyatt stared backing
up, the chicken landed on its feet and ran between Wyatt’s legs,
tripping him. He fell back and made a splash in the mud that had
been behind him. When Wyatt tried to get out, the chicken went
after his head, causing Wyatt to drop down into the thick mud again.
“That’s not mud,” Carl said as he started putting food on his
plate.
“What is it?” Gloria asked.
“Shit,” came a voice from behind, and as one, the entire table of
people turned to see a man and woman standing there. The man
wore a scowl that could easily cut any man down, while the woman
wore a gigantic grin.
CHAPTER 2
F rancesca looked at the couple that had just entered, and watched
as the woman only pointed to the table, and she went to the
kitchen, took down two cups, filled them from the pot, and before
she brought them over, she started another pot. When she joined
them, she sat back and held up her hand.
“We already ate, and the morning chores are done. We only
stopped over here so I could introduce Wyatt to Francesca and Glo.”
Francesca looked at her best friend with a shocked expression,
but saw a radiant smile come across her face. She jumped to her
feet, went over and hugged the other women. Once she settled back
down, she shook her head in wonder. “When I read the file, I never
put two and two together. Damn, Commander, you’ve gotten
yourself into some deep shit here.”
“Yeah, would you believe me if I told you this all started out
when a friend of my uncle’s contacted him with a rumor?”
“No way! All this shit we’ve read and what you’ve been doing is
based on a rumor?”
“Yes, have you met Uncle Chip yet?”
“We have, and he set us up in a house similar to this, but not on
such a grand scale.”
“That’s him, using the government money to help pay for
everything.” She shook her head and looked at Francesca. “Hi, I’m
Morgan Stuart.”
“Erwin,” the man beside her said. “Remember, we’re married
now.”
“Sorry, I keep forgetting that I changed my last name. I’m
Morgan Erwin, this is my husband Wyatt, and you are?”
“Francesca Mancuso, I was the comms director on my team.”
“Cool, do you know the others here?”
“A little, but mostly from reading the files Carl brought over. I
remember talking to Astrid a few times while I was on my own
team.”
“Wait,” Wyatt said as he set his coffee cup down. “You guys, or
rather, you ladies don’t know each other? Even though you were all
EWMs.” He ignored his wife as she scowled at him in what could only
be considered confusion.
“No,” all the women said, and it was Bernie that went on to
explain, “I was the commander of all the women. All twenty-five of
them. As you know, there were five teams of five, I’ll refer to them
as teams from now on. A team consisted of one commander, while
she was in, Morgan held that position. Next, we have a medic, which
would be Janice, a mechanic, Joyce. A comms director, here would
be Astrid and Francesca, though they were on different teams. The
last position would have been the scout. With these women, that
would have been Alice’s job. She’d go in and scout out the area to
see if there was someplace the team could set up shop if they were
staying more than twenty-four hours.”
“What about June?” Alfie asked as he pushed his empty plate
forward, and leaned his forearms on the table.
“June’s position was special,” Bernadette grinned at June, who
snorted a laugh. “I can’t get into great detail, but I can probably
nutshell it for you. When I got the request for a team to go on a
mission, I gave all the information to someone of June’s caliber.”
“My mind,” June said as she tapped the side of her head at her
temple. “She basically wanted me to pick apart the information to
look for any loopholes, or anything that would trip the team up.”
“You were on a team, correct?”
“Yes, I did double duty as the analyst, before the mission. While
on the mission, I was the scout.”
“Ah, I understand now,” Alfie said as he sipped his coffee, then
got up and went over to fill the carafe to bring back to the table for
the others to use if they wanted more.
“What did you do on the teams?” Alex asked the two women.
“I was the comms director,” Francesca said. “I don’t know what
Gloria did, though we’ve been best friends since before kindergarten,
we never talked about our time in the service.” She shrugged. “It
was just something we didn’t do.” Then everyone turned to look at
Gloria.
“I started out as a scout, but quickly made my way through the
ranks. When I retired, I was a commander like Morgan, but not as
big as Bernie.”
Everyone was silent as they took in the information, and Morgan
nodded after she refilled both her and Wyatt’s coffee cups. Wyatt
still wore a neck brace, and would have to for the next twelve
weeks, but she only threw him a look when he scowled at her.
“Anyway, let me introduce you to everyone here.”
“Justin introduced himself and his brothers and told us who they
were dating.”
“Wasn’t that sweet of him,” Morgan threw her older brother a
raspberry, and Francesca saw it was done with love. “Okay, then.
Ava Hanson was my first recruit to arrive. Yes, she’s hooked up with
Justin, and she was her team’s sniper. Joyce Rizzo was her team’s
mechanic, and she runs the garage here at Boswell Compound. Get
with her if you need any vehicle. If you’re here and happen go to on
a mission, she will tell you which vehicle to use. We prefer not to use
our personal ones, in case something happens.”
“Is that because the other vehicles are registered to the local
police department?” Gloria asked as she finished her own breakfast.
“Yes, depending on how long you’re staying, you’ll meet Tom
later. Anyway, next we have Astrid Montoya, our resident computer
expert. After her came Janice Bartlett, she was her team’s medic.
Alice Fischer, team scout, then finally June Vanderbilt, team analyst
slash scout.”
“Wait,” Wyatt tried to shake his head, but the collar prevented
him from doing so. “Why don’t you guys know each other if you
were all EWMs?”
“You already asked that question,” Morgan said as she looked at
him with a frown.
“I know, don’t worry, I still have my memory from the accident, I
didn’t lose it. I was wondering if there were only twenty-five of you,
how come you didn’t know each other?”
“Anonymity,” Bernie said. “For safety’s sake, I kept them
stationed at different bases around the country. We needed to keep
their identities from our enemies. Could you imagine what would
have happened if the people they took out found out who they were
and came after them? If they were in one location, they would have
bombed the entire base. Then we would have had World War III on
our hands. I kept the teams apart as much as possible.”
“I understand now. It really does make sense.” He barely moved
his head as he nodded.
Everyone was quiet for some time before Francesca asked
quietly, “How are you doing?”
“Good, it’s slow going at times, but I’m okay.”
“How much longer do you have to wear the brace?”
“Doctor says twelve weeks,” he started to say something else,
but looked at Morgan and sighed heavily. “Twelve weeks.”
Francesca smirked behind her napkin and nodded. “Good
answer.”
“I don’t want to have to deal with fucking Sexy,” Wyatt murmured
into his coffee cup, and the others around the table began to snicker
or laugh. As they did so, the ones that hadn’t cooked stood and
started taking away the dirty dishes. No one really said anything
until after the work was done, and with fresh cups of coffee they all
sat back down.
“What’s on the agenda for today?” Morgan looked around as she
asked. She looked over at Carl and scowled. “Did you drive straight
through?”
“We did, our trucks are out at the garage, I was going to get
with Joyce to see where she wanted us to park them.”
“In your usual spot,” Joyce said.
“We brought our motorcycles,” Francesca said, and quickly
slapped a hand over her mouth when a gigantic yawn came out of
nowhere. The others grinned at her.
“Don’t shoot me, Carl, but which one of these lovely ladies are
you shacked up with?” Morgan asked in her usual blunt way.
“Francesca,” he grinned.
“Good to know. Now, I don’t have any say in the matter, because
I don’t live here, but there should be an empty bedroom upstairs if
the two of you would like to take that over.” She held up her hand
when they tried to protest. “You won’t be staying long? Correct?”
“Well,” Francesca said, and looked at Gloria, then at Carl who
nodded and took over the conversation.
“We’d like to discuss what we’ve been up to with you ladies, but I
would like to wait for Owen. He left California yesterday morning,
and I don’t know how long it will take him to get here. I figured he’d
be here sometime later today, or tomorrow morning.”
“I can work with that. Glo, do you have a problem with Carl and
Francesca taking the upstairs bedroom?”
“Actually, I’d prefer it.” She looked at the couple with a grin. “I
know when we go to bed one of you will end up in the other’s bed.
If I was in the same situation, that’s what I would do. This way,
you’ll have privacy if you want to have sex, and won’t have to hold
back because I’m sleeping in one of the other beds. Besides…” She
grinned at them. “Look at all the shower room I have to myself.”
The others laughed, and nodded. However, Carl looked around
the table, and asked, “Do any of you guys have a problem with us
taking the last bedroom upstairs?” When they didn’t object, he
looked over at Morgan. “Thank you, we’ll take it.”
“Good, then why don’t you get situated, and though we’re not in
the military any longer, I’m ordering you to bed. All three of you look
like you’re about to keel over in exhaustion. If you don’t want to talk
to us about your findings until Owen arrives, that’s fine by me. We
have plenty of information to still go through over at the office.” She
looked around and nodded before she stood.
“I’d like to ask something,” Chuck said as he held up his good
hand and looked around the table. Then he looked at Bernie and
smirked. “Sorry, but you’re not included in this.” He turned to the
others with a grin. “I need to go get groceries, and I need help.”
“Like last time?” Morgan asked in shock. “Wait, can you go over
and get Dolly’s list? She mentioned yesterday that she needed a ride
to the store. With most of the hands being arrested when Wyatt and
I were hurt, we don’t have anyone to spare.”
“Why don’t I see if she wants to go with me and I can teach her
my evil ways?” Chuck laughed as the others groaned, and he rose to
his feet to go to the kitchen. Francesca saw him pull down several
sheets of paper from the front of the refrigerator and came back to
the table.
“I need everyone to look at these, then go check your bathrooms
to see if you need to add anything to the list.”
Carl leaned back and waved the two women in closer. “Chuck is
an extreme couponer. The first time he did this, we all laughed at
him, but he came back with almost five thousand dollars’ worth of
supplies.”
“Holy shit, it cost him that much? Even with the coupons?” Gloria
asked in shock.
“No,” Chuck laughed. “In the end, the store paid me eight
dollars. You haven’t seen the upstairs yet, but each bedroom had a
bathroom. Not to be gross, or too personal, but before I started
shopping, we’d buy a couple of packages of the large count toilet
paper, but were forever sharing, and always running out. We were
also stopping almost every night to pick up something that we ran
out of. The way I shop now, we have plenty to spare.”
“Damn, I’d love to see how you do it. Can I come with you?”
“You’re not too tired?”
“No,” she looked at Carl and Francesca, then said on a laugh. “I
wasn’t up all night the night before we left having sex. I got a good
night’s sleep.” The others didn’t bother covering their mouths as they
burst out laughing at the embarrassed couple.
“It’s a deal.” Chuck nodded and then looked around the table.
“Who’s going to be doing the running?"
"I can," Justin said. "I don’t have anything on my calendar at
work for today. I was planning on seeing if the ladies needed any
help with anything.”
“You can come over and then leave when Chuck calls,” Bernie
said.
“Why aren’t you going with him?” Francesca asked the other
woman. “If you’re dating, don’t you want to help him out?”
Bernadette sighed as she stood, and that was when Francesca
saw the brace on her leg. “What the hell?”
“When did you get out?” Bernie asked Francesca.
“Five years ago.”
“Then you didn’t hear that on my last mission I took a bullet.
After several surgeries, it ended my career. Doctor said this is the
best I’ll ever be, only at eighty percent.”
“Shit, I’m sorry. Please, tell me you got the other guy?”
“All fifteen of them. It was an ambush. Unfortunately, we lost one
of our own. May he rest in peace.” The other ladies said the same,
then Bernie smiled at Francesca. “I don’t want to slow Chuck down
in the store, and with Alcott going with him, then I won’t have to
worry about his hand.” She turned to look onto Gloria. “You’ll keep
an eye out for him?”
“I will,” Gloria said. “What do we do first?”
“Follow me,” Chuck grinned as he stood, walked up to Bernie,
gathered her in his arms, and kissed her. When they broke apart, he
nodded, then turned on his heel and walked over to the door that
Francesca knew led to the basement. He paused and looked back at
the group. “Morg, can you call Dolly and see if she wants to go with
us? I have coupons to spare, and if she can get away, we could use
her help pushing the carts.”
“I’ll call and ask, how long?”
“Thirty minutes.” Chuck went down and Carl told Francesca to
follow. Once downstairs, Carl led her over to the other side of the
room, away from the beds. Francesca stood there in shock as she
looked at several tables with coupons laid out all over them. She
watched as Chuck explained how he did things to Gloria, and
Francesca could only shake her head at how organized it all seemed.
She looked up when someone came in and frowned.
“Josh,” he said with a grin, and held his hand out to Chuck.
“Here’s the card.” Chuck took the black credit card and stuffed it in
his wallet, then he went over and showed both Gloria and Francesca
the area that they stored the extra food, paper goods, and laundry
soap in. After he and Gloria left, Carl and Josh started taking things
from the storage area.
“What are you doing?”
“Rotating stock,” Josh said. “We’ll take this stuff upstairs, what
fits, that is, then when the new stuff comes in, we’ll bring it down
here. What’s here will go up and be used first.”
“Oh,” she shook her head and started helping. Once it was done,
Carl took her outside and showed her the old office that had been
converted into another storage area. After studying the contents of
the room, Francesca turned to Carl, to ask, “Can I make a
suggestion?”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“If we did something like this back in Idaho, you know, for
Boswell Three, at this time of year, I wouldn’t keep the laundry
detergent out here.”
“Why not?”
“It might freeze, then you’d have a mess on your hands. I’m sure
the canned goods are okay, but I wouldn’t keep any liquid out here,
and especially not the soda.”
“Damn, I never thought of that. Are you tired yet?”
“I’m getting there, but I can help get this out of here. Is there
enough room in the house?”
“Yes,” Justin said from the doorway. “You’re right, the liquids
shouldn’t be here. They’ll be okay in the garage if we need the
space.”
“What difference would that make?”
“The garage is insulated and heated, this building is not.”
“Ah,” Francesca nodded and began taking the bottles of liquid
laundry soap into the house and found there was plenty of room for
it all. She couldn’t wait to see what happened when all the new stuff
arrived. As they worked, Justin and Carl explained how the running
of the compound worked, and once they were done, Francesca
looked at Carl with a grin. “We have got to do this back home at our
place.” She turned on her heel and headed down to get her back.
“You’re living together?” Justin asked in shock.
“Not yet, she’s talking about the compound Chip has set up in
Idaho. It’s not as grand as this one, and I don’t know if the others
know this yet, but Chip mentioned something about having a
Boswell Three over there.”
“Don’t you live here?”
“Yeah, I’m thinking of transferring, however, if Boswell Three is
going to be something that will come to fruition, then I’m seriously
thinking of either transferring to Idaho, or retiring from BCI and
joining Boswell Three.”
“You’d move there?”
“Yeah,” Carl said as he looked at Justin with a grin. “I feel the
same way about Francesca as you do with Ava.”
“Congratulations, I’m happy for you.” Justin slapped him on the
back. “I’m going over to the office until I get the call. Why don’t you
go get some shut eye. I know you’ve never been upstairs, but
there’s an alarm clock next to the bed.”
“Thanks, I should only need a couple of hours, then I’ll be fine.”
They parted ways and while Francesca was coming up the stairs
with both the bags, he took them and led her up the stairs to the
second floor. They were met by Joyce who asked for the keys to
their vehicles, stating she would put them away.
“I’ll put the keys where they belong.” She reassured them, then
left.
“I’ll give you the entire tour of the house later, but I’m about
ready to fall over,” Carl said as he led them up the stairs, and took
the first door on the right. “I don’t know who is where, this is only
the second time I’ve been up here. The first was when I started
living here and was given the tour. I do know that the J’s are on that
side, and the A’s on this one.”
“Okay.” Francesca covered a yawn and nodded that she was
ready. “All I want right now is a hot shower, and a soft bed. Sorry,
but we’ll have to wait for the sex. I don’t want to fall asleep during
the middle of it.”
“Understood,” he said as he opened the door, and quickly closed
it behind them. Once inside he realized that it was quiet, and he
couldn’t hear what was going on in the other parts of the house. He
could live with that.
CHAPTER 3
F rancesca rolled over , stretched, and smiled when she didn’t feel
anyone next to her. She looked at the clock on the side of the bed,
and realized it was only noon. At least she hoped it was noon and
not midnight. The sunlight showing around the curtains made her
sigh in relief. She tossed the covers back, rose, and went to the
bathroom. Once back in the room, she quickly dressed, and made
her way down the stairs.
The first person she saw was Carl, and he had his head buried in
the refrigerator. As he backed out, he looked up and grinned. “Hey,
how did you sleep?”
“Good, you?”
“Good. I didn’t want to disturb you, I’ve only been up for about
thirty minutes, but it was enough sleep to hold me over.”
“Yeah, me too. What are you doing?”
“I was going to make up some sandwiches, then call the ladies
over.”
“Need help?”
“Sure,” Carl nodded, and pointed things out, then brought more
items out of the refrigerator. By the time they were done, the door
opened, and the women entered.
“Great,” Joyce grinned. “I didn’t want to cook.” They all laughed
and took plates of food to the table. Carl went into the pantry and
brought out several bags of chips to go along with them. As they
ate, they made small talk, and once they finished, they sat back with
a satisfied smile. They looked up when the front door opened and in
walked John, carrying one end of a large cooler, with Josh at the
other end. Behind them were Alfie and Alan.
“What in the world?” June asked.
“Sorry, babe,” Alfie said with a grin. He set down his cooler and
looked at the others. “A few weeks ago, we all pooled our personal
money and gave it to Wyatt for a cow to be butchered.”
“Ah, so it’s ready and this is the result.”
“Yes, but remember, we got two cows, and two pigs. They called
Dolly while she was at the store with Chuck. He called us. We went
to pick it up. We’ve already taken what Wyatt ordered over to the
Flying E, and this is ours.”
“Two cows and two pigs are in those two coolers?” Francesca
asked in shock.
“No,” Alphie laughed. “There are six more coolers, and at least
ten boxes out in the truck.”
“Need help?” Carl asked, and quickly jumped to his feet to help.
Francesca did the same, but she held open the door to the
basement. As the men carried the meat downstairs, the women
went down and started taking care of it. June stayed upstairs to
make sandwiches for the men. An hour later they were sitting at the
table taking a break as the men ate, and there was the sound of a
horn outside.
“What’s that?” Francesca asked.
“Justin with the first load,” Carl grinned at her as he jumped to
his feet and rushed to the door. He slipped his feet into his shoes,
and hurried out. With all of them, it only took another hour to
dispense with the items to their proper locations. That went on for
the rest of the afternoon, and when Chuck and Gloria finally
returned, Gloria wore a gigantic smile.
“We have got to do this when Boswell Three is up and running.”
“What did you say?” Morgan asked from her position by the
refrigerator. “What’s Boswell Three?”
“Oh, shit,” Gloria, Francesca, and Carl exchanged glances. It was
Francesca that turned to the other woman to explain.
“Chip Boswell wants to start a Boswell Three over in Idaho, with
Gloria and I being in charge.”
“Is it something you would want to do?”
“I don’t know, honestly. I’d have to see how this one runs first.
It’s still up in the air. At this point, Chip hasn’t told us whether there
is a case for us to investigate or not. Until then, it’s on the back
burner. Besides, if you’ll have us, then we’ll be staying until the first
of the year.”
“Not me,” Gloria said as she held up her hands. “Not that I don’t
want to know what’s going on, but I need to go back and forth.
Raymond says you can stay here and see how Two operates, then
come home when you’re done. I need to get back in case something
crops up there.” She looked directly at Morgan as she explained
further. “I need to interview potential agents.”
“Will this Boswell Three be sanctioned as government, like BCI
is?”
“No, according to Chip, he wants us to quit BCI and come work
for him.”
“Will you?”
“Depends on the health care,” Francesca said. “I’m about eighty
percent leaning toward going private, but I need to see a paycheck,
or numbers in writing. Plus, I need health care. Something that can
at least match what I’m getting at BCI.”
Morgan nodded, then smiled. “Sorry, I wasn’t mad about you
starting up Boswell Three. I knew Uncle Chip had it in the works, I
just didn’t know how far he had gone with it, or if he’d said anything
to anyone else.”
“Yeah, he told us two.” Gloria nodded. The looked at the others.
“I’m going to talk with Chuck before I have to go back to Idaho. Do
you believe how much all this cost?”
“Probably the same as last time,” Morgan laughed. “What, five
grand?”
“No, seven, and he was paid back twenty-three dollars.”
“Holy shit,” everyone said and asked to see the receipts. They all
marveled at the good job Chuck had done, but when they went to
congratulate him, they had to wait until he stopped kissing Bernie.
With a grin on their faces, they turned to look at the others.
“One question,” Francesca asked, when everyone turned to look
at her, she spread her arms to show the items still on the table and
counters that needed to go either up or down the stairs. “How long
does all this last? I mean you don’t shop like this every week, do
you?”
“No, the bulk of everything is roughly every six weeks. We do
stop weekly for the eggs, milk, butter, bread, stuff like that.”
“Can’t you check out the local dairy for the butter and milk?
Maybe even the cottage cheese?”
“What do you mean by that?” Chuck asked with a frown, but he
had interest in his expression.
“When I was at one of my foster families, we lived next to a
farmer. He told them how he could order butter and even cottage
cheese in five- or ten-pound tubs through the people who picked up
his milk. I’m not saying we need that much.” She stopped when
everyone said they would. Chuck turned to Morgan.
“Can you talk to Dolly about it later tonight? Maybe if she knows
of anything, get us some names and numbers.”
“I can. Now that I think about it, our butter is always in these
weird tubs. You know, like Cool Whip containers and such.” They
stood around talking, and it wasn’t long before they began thinking
about what to cook for supper.
“How about one of those fresh steaks done out on the grill?” Alex
asked.
“Chuck, did you get any of those mushrooms I asked for?” June
asked with a hopeful look.
“I did.”
“Then I say yes, as long as you grill one of those mushrooms for
me. How about some grilled asparagus to go along with it.”
“And baked potatoes,” Alex grinned. They all rubbed their
stomachs and realized it was going on five o’clock, so they quickly
put away the rest of the supplies, Morgan left to go home, saying
she’d return by seven the next morning, and the others either set
the table, or helped Alex and June cook.
“Hey,” Carl called out as he looked up from his phone after it had
buzzed. “Can you throw another steak and potato on? Owen said
he’s about thirty minutes out and is starving. He wanted to know
what we had planned for supper, or he was going to stop and buy
pizza.”
“On it,” Alex said, and quickly grabbed another steak and
doctored it with seasonings. As they waited for the meat to cook,
Carl looked over at the two ladies, and said, “I wonder if he found
out anything.”
"Me too, I can’t wait to see what we found,” Francesca said of
the envelope she’d been handed a few days ago from Manny. She
was itching to see if she had any results from the scan she’d run on
her facial recognition program. She had promised Carl she wouldn’t
look at the computer, nor the envelope until Owen could join them.
On a sigh, she watched as everyone worked like a well-oiled
machine as they put the meal together. She hoped if there was a
need, and she did start working for Boswell Three, then the people
who came to work with her were as good at getting along as this
group did. She didn’t know if it helped that the men were siblings, or
not.
Ten minutes before they sat down to eat, there was a knock at
the door, and Carl went to answer it, but had his hand on the gun at
the small of his back. He looked through the peep hole, then threw
open the door with a huge grin on his face.
“Owen, you made it.”
“I did,” the newcomer said tiredly, then drew in a deep breath as
he shook Carl’s hand. “Whatever you’re cooking, it smells delicious.”
“Steak, baked potatoes, asparagus, and I don’t know what else.”
“I don’t care,” he said as he entered, and kicked off his shoes. As
he joined the others, he was given a beer, and the men all shook
hands while the women gave him a hug. When the greetings were
done, he turned to Francesca, Carl, and Gloria. “You tell them
anything yet?”
“No, we were waiting for you. I’m sure you can take a bed
downstairs and crash here for the night.” Carl looked at the others
with a raised brow. He received several nods, and turned back to
Owen. “Then it’s settled, you’ll stay here, and we can introduce this
new information in the morning over at the office.”
Owen agreed, then looked at the group. “Men, you might want to
join us. Can someone call Morgan and have her bring Wyatt and
Dillon with her tomorrow?”
“On it,” Ava said as she pulled her phone and walked away. No
one said a word, because they knew they wouldn’t get any answers
until the time was right.
CHAPTER 4
F rancesca looked at the people milling around and realized they all
looked happy and content with one another. She didn’t know if it
was because they were siblings, or what, but she liked the feel of
the group. When Morgan broke off and came to her, she braced
herself for what was about to be said.
“Thank you,” Morgan said without any fanfare.
“For?” Francesca asked in utter shock at her statement.
“For not opening those envelopes until you were here at Boswell
Group.” Morgan held up her hand to hold off what Francesca could
have said. “I know, you’re an agent with BCI, and we’re civilians,
you had every right to look at them without our knowledge.”
“First, it was stressed to me by my boss, Raymond Masters, and
your uncle that you and your team were the lead on this
investigation. I have no clue what they contain, other than what
Manny told me. My gut is screaming that it has everything to do with
your investigation. I’m not going to step on any toes here.” She
grinned as she looked around, then back at Morgan. “I’m out of my
jurisdiction here.”
“Ah, and again, I thank you for waiting to look at the information
until you were with us.”
“You’re welcome.” Francesca left it at that. A thought suddenly
struck her, and she looked at Morgan with wide eyes.
“What is it?”
“Are there others involved in this case that aren’t here? You
know, someone that needs to know the information we reveal when
we get back inside?”
Morgan nodded. “Yes, but we have an understanding that
Boswell gathers all the information first. We determine how
important it is, then call in the others. Carl’s already here, he
represents BCI. We have an agent from the FBI that works with us.
Last I heard he was trying to get information from the men that shot
at Wyatt and me on our way back from our honeymoon. Then we
have the state attorney general, then representatives from the DEA,
ATF, and Homeland Security.”
“Watch that guy,” June said as she came up and joined him. “He’s
an ass and thinks he can run roughshod over our investigation.”
“How do you handle him?”
Morgan smirked. “Tell him if he doesn’t like the way I run my
investigation, then he can get the hell out and we’ll leave their
agency out of the matrix.”
“How did he take that?”
“Not very well,” Morgan laughed. “I don’t know what type of pull
Uncle Chip has, but he only has to give him the look, and Helm
backs off.”
“Is there anyone else?”
“Yes, we have three Canadians that we are working with. They’ve
been with us almost from the beginning. Griffin, Paul, and Harry.
They are here undercover, where they’re from is where the most
amount of suspicious Jane Does showed up. After finding the one
who survived and hearing her story, they went to their supervisors
and came here to see if they could get any more information.”
“Can they do that? Working here as Canadian citizens?”
“No clue what it entailed to get here, but they’re here and they
are our eyes from where they work. If anything suspicious is going
on, they contact us. We call them when we have information that
needs to be reported to everyone. There’s only one drawback to
having them here, but in the long run, it works for everyone.”
“What’s that?”
“We have to have them come in on a Saturday or Sunday, they
work undercover during the week.”
“You’re not going to tell me where they work, are you?”
“Have you read the file?” Bernadette asked as she approached
them.
“I have. Everything Carl brought to Idaho with him, I’ve read.”
“Okay, then you know about Neil Mason?”
“I do.”
Bernie looked at the other two women and when Morgan nodded
to her, she looked at Francesca with her own nod. “The three
Canadians are working as security guards for Neil Mason. They are
the ones that when people arrive at the compound, their words, not
ours, they have to see one of the three of them before they can get
to the house.”
“That’s good, right? Do they let you know of any license plates,
or descriptions of the people entering?”
“They do,” Morgan said then stepped back a little to allow Astrid
to join their little circle. “What’s up?” Morgan asked as she saw
Astrid had been looking at her phone on her way to them.
“Griff just sent me a text.”
“And?” the other women asked as one.
“It seems that right after the wedding there have been some
changes to their work schedule.”
“How so?” Morgan asked. “Wait.” She held up her hand and
looked directly at Astrid. “Let’s take this back inside and discuss
this.” She put two fingers to her mouth, let out a piercing whistle,
and when everyone turned to look at her, she raised her hand above
her head and moved her arm like she was swinging a lasso. “Back
inside,” she said firmly, and sighed in relief when the men nodded
and headed toward the office. It took almost fifteen minutes for
everyone to grab a drink and settle down at the table or desk.
Francesca noted that the men paired with the women who had a
chair beside the desk, and sat next to their love interest. The way
the chairs were positioned reminded her of a police station. She
liked that it was that way.
“What’s up?” Wyatt was the one to ask as they settled, and he
reached for a cookie from the front of Morgan’s desk.
“Astrid has something she wants to say, then we can get to the
task of opening those envelopes. Astrid, you have the floor.”
“Thanks,” she said as she stood and looked at everyone. “You all
know that if we need any contact with the Canadians I do it, and
one of them contacts me if they have anything for us. With that
being said, Griff just sent me a text saying that some changes went
into effect for his job a few days after the wedding.”
“Which are?” Dillon asked as he leaned back in his chair,
stretching to take a cookie from Morgan’s desk. Janice jumped to her
feet and disappeared to come back a few minutes later with a
container contained several plastic bags.
“Take one and pass it along,” she said as she grabbed two of the
baggies and went back to her desk. It turned out that all the baggies
held cookies.
Carl grinned as he took one, then said to Francesca, “Janice is
our resident baker.” When everyone had a bag of cookies, they
turned to Astrid for her to continue.
“You know the guys worked Monday to Friday from seven to
three, correct?”
“Yes, has that changed?” Morgan asked.
“It has. There had always been someone on the front gate from
seven in the morning to midnight. Now, Mason wants it manned
twenty-four seven. Our guys are split up. Griff now works the gate
alone, Paul replaces him and works from three to eleven, and Harry
comes in and works overnight.” As she said this the women sat up
straighter and looked at one other.
“Something’s going down, that’s what Griff is saying, but you
know he isn’t told anything. He says the air is different around the
compound. Oh, and more security guards were brought in for the
main house.”
No one said a word as they took in that information. This time it
was Wyatt who jumped to his feet, and everyone held their breath
as he stumbled just a little bit and had to grab onto the desk to
steady himself.
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hadden. Ze slenterden op en neer, of ze op iets wachtten, dat wel
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vrouwen. Somtijds bleef er een staan. Dan keken de vrouwen naar
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verder, langzaam. Wachtte weer.
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gingen ze wel eens samen weg, gearmd. Die hadden dan zeker
afgesproken elkaar daar te vinden. Ze had dan op hém gewacht
zeker, nu begreep hij het.
Maar dan die anderen? Die maar alleen bleven en niemand vonden?
Dat dwalen, dat dwalen, hopeloos, gelaten, van al die vrouwen daar,
dat wachten en wachten op wat niet kwam.…
Bij een lantaarn onder zijn venster zag hij een jonge vrouw staan.
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lantaren staan, in dien regen … Zou ze ziek zijn? Zou hij haar
kunnen helpen? Naar beneden gaan, en haar aanspreken?
Nog lang bleef hij staren naar het vreemd gedwaal daar beneden,
niet begrijpend. De zwarte gestalten werden nu al minder, er waren
er al heen gegaan, maar de enkelen, die over waren, kwamen nu
nog somberder uit.
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beneden, hangerig tegen de lantaren gesteund …
Eindelijk ging hij naar bed, moê-op van al het [136]geziene dien dag.
Hij kon in ’t eerst niet inslapen. Hij zag nóg aldoor die donkere
vrouwengestalten, triestig en somber, dwalende zonder doel … Wat
zochten ze toch, wat zochten ze?…
Er wás iets, er wàs iets, iets vreeselijks, iets van bang gevaar en
gruwzame verschrikking … Maar wat?.…
Morgen zou hij het Marcelio vragen. Het was maar beter er nu niet
meer over te denken. Er waren toch nog zooveel andere dingen. De
groote Cathedraal bijvoorbeeld. De Cathedraal van de heilige
Leliane.
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zijn teedere, kanten pracht van fijne figuren, hij zag de twee hooge
torenen als bloemen omhoog gaan, en de fijne spitsen zich verliezen
in de lucht … En ziet! Daar hoog boven, tusschen witte wolkjes,
zweefde de roze-figuur van Rosita, engelen-zacht.…
Den volgenden morgen stond hij frisch en verlicht op. In het heldere
daglicht, met de nieuwe, klare ochtend-dingen om zich heen, dacht
hij niet meer om de donkere avond-figuren, die hem ’s avonds zoo
angstig hadden gemaakt.
En Marcelio had hem dien dag zooveel te vertellen, dat hij geen tijd
had hem nog te vragen wat toch die eenzame gestalten in de
donkere straat hadden gezocht.
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op haar kosten doen studeeren, en kende zij hem een jaargeld toe,
dat zij hem, om ruchtbaarheid te voorkomen, door Marcelio zou doen
uitkeeren. Hij zou lessen krijgen van de professoren die Hare
Koninklijke Hoogheid zelve onderwezen hadden, en, na voldoenden
proeftijd, zou hij dan wel zelf kunnen kiezen, welke studie hem het
meeste aantrok. Als hij hard studeerde, zou hij misschien nog wel
toegelaten kunnen worden tot de Militaire School, waar de garde-
officieren werden opgeleid van de koninklijke lijfwacht, en de
beroemde „Ridders van den Dood.”—De prinses zou zich door de
professoren op de hoogte laten houden van zijne vorderingen.—Ook
zou zij inlichtingen laten inwinnen omtrent Paulus’ afkomst, waarvan
hij zelf niets wist. Marcelio kon hem nog niets zeker er van zeggen,
maar het was zeer waarschijnlijk, dat Willebrordus indertijd een
bekende persoonlijkheid geweest was in Leliënstad.
Toen Marcelio hem vroeg, of hij goedvond wat de prinses over hem
beschikt had, antwoordde Paulus dat hij alles zou doen, wat zij
wilde, omdat alles natuurlijk was welgedaan, wat van háár tot hem
kwam. En dit meende hij, zonder er nader over te denken. Alléén
vroeg hij, heel deemoedig, of hij prinses Leliane nog wel eens zou
mogen zien.
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heeren en dames van de hofhouding mochten Hare Koninklijke
Hoogheid zien, en [139]de hooge edelen en officieren, die op
audiëntie gingen, en genoodigd waren op de hoffeesten. Later
misschien, als Paulus officier was geworden van de garde, en als hij
waardig was bevonden, in het keurkorps te worden opgenomen van
de „Ridders van den Dood”, dan zou de prinses hem zelve
beëedigen, en mocht hij ook misschien wel eens dienst doen als
ordonnance aan het hof. Die gunst zou Hare Koninklijke Hoogheid
hem misschien wel bewijzen, omdat hij haar gevonden en verpleegd
had toen zij verdwaald was in ’t bosch.
En Paulus vond het een groote genade, dat hij misschien ééns in
haar tegenwoordigheid zou mogen leven. Het kon ook niet zoo maar
inééns gaan. Hij moest eigenlijk eerst iets doen om zoo groote
zaligheid te verdienen. O! Kon hij toch maar ooit iets groots doen ter
harer eere! En hij nam zich voor te werken, te studeeren met al zijn
macht, om dan later misschien ééns uit te blinken, en haar te
toonen, dat hij haar hooge gunst waardig was.
Marcelio vond het een interessant geval, en begon hoe langer hoe
meer belang te stellen in zijn’ jongen protégé. Hij voelde zich zoo’n
beetje als een oude corps-student, die alles heeft medegemaakt, en
een onervaren groen onder zijn bescherming heeft genomen.
Hij genoot van de verbazing, die Paulus toonde over alle dingen in
het wereldsche stadsleven, waar híj al geblaseerd van was, en die
hem niet meer ontroerden. Somtijds werd hij ook wel eens werkelijk
getroffen door den angst en den afschuw, die Paulus toonde over
zaken, die voor hém doodgewoon waren, en waar hij het leelijke
nooit van had gezien. Er was eene prikkelende streeling voor hem
in, zijn jongen protégé voor allerlei nieuwe dingen te zetten, en dan
te zien, welken indruk zij op hem maakten. Het meest verbaasde
hem zijn groote, ideale vereering voor prinses Leliane, als voor een
wezen, dat eigenlijk niet op de aarde behoorde, maar in heilige,
hemelsche sferen. Hij kende haar van zijne vroegste jeugd af, kwam
door zijn dienst als ordonnance dikwijls aan het hof, en hij had haar
nooit anders gezien dan als de vorstin, die hij nu eenmaal eerbied
betoonde, [143]omdat dit zoo in de orde der dingen lag, maar een
eerbied, die uitsluitend uiterlijk vertoon was, en niet wortelde in zijn
ziel.
Met geld wist hij al heel gauw om te gaan, en Marcelio had hem
genoeg gegeven, om ruim mede rond te komen. Alles ging zoo
gemakkelijk en geleidelijk met dat geld, dat Paulus niet beter wist, of
het hoorde nu eenmaal zoo dat je in een winkel of een restaurant
kwam, en dan zóó en zóóveel muntstukken gaf in ruil voor de
dingen, die je hebben wilde. Maar over de eigenlijke waarde van dat
geld, en de manier, waarop het onder de verschillende menschen
verdeeld was, dacht hij nog niet diep na. Hij vond het nog te
onbeduidend en te gewoon, om er kwaad of gevaar in te zien.
Toen las hij, dat in Leliënland eene kroonprinses eerst dàn koningin
kon worden, als zij in het huwelijk was getreden, en haar achttiende
jaar had bereikt. Prinses Leliane, eene weeze, was de laatste
afstammelinge van een eeuwenoud geslacht, waarvan alle
mannelijke nakomelingen waren gestorven, en zij voerde nog den
titel van prinses, totdat zij eenmaal getrouwd zou zijn. Een raad van
voogdij bestuurde tot zoolang het land in haren naam, en hare tante,
de oude hertogin Marcelia, die eene verre nicht was van graaf
Marcelio, was met de moederlijke zorgen over haar belast.
Paulus dacht over deze dingen niet eens veel na. Hij besefte nog te
weinig, wat een huwelijk eigenlijk was, en zag Leliane nog altijd als
het héél verre schoon dat, hoog boven de stad, troonde in haar witte
paleis, in haar eigen sfeer van heilig licht, buiten het
werkelijkheidsleven van alle dag. Het was of de couranten een
geheel ander wezen bedoelden in hun geschrijf.
Dan reed zij hem voorbij, een goddelijke verschijning, in witte kant
gekleed, leunende in de blauwe kussens van de koninklijke victoria,
frêle en bevallig als een fee van louter licht en glans.
Alle ontbloote hoofden bogen eerbiedig, en vriendelijk knikte zij de
menschen toe, die voor haar negen in vereering en groetenis.
En dit éven haar mogen zien was hem een groote, genadevolle
zegen, die hem rust en vrede gaf in het leven onder al die vreemde
menschen. Alleen het denkbeeld, dat hij in hare nabijheid mocht
wonen, dat hij haar morgen, of overmorgen weer éven zou mogen
zien, en diep het hoofd voor haar buigen, maakte hem al gelukkig.
Die jagende herrie, dat áltijd door gejoel en gejacht, kregen iets
tragisch voor hem, dat hij niet kwijt kon worden. Al die menschen,
die daar voortjoegen, of die zoo schijnbaar vroolijk opgepropt zaten
in de cafe’s, zij zagen er niet uit of zij gelukkig waren. Hij had nog
géén gezicht gezien zoo rustig en sereen als het maanlicht-vredige
gelaat van Willebrordus. Allen hadden zij iets zenuwachtigs, iets
angstigs, iets van onrust pijnlijke spanning.
Hij voelde het zóó: die menschen moesten geen lief „home” hebben,
zooals zijn eenvoudige kamertje [147]in het bosch, zij moesten niet
rustig ergens alleen kunnen droomen, in stil verkeer met eigen,
mooie gedachten, dat ze allemaal maar zoo roezemoezig door
elkaar woelden tusschen die koude, doode huizen-gevaarten, of
nauw samenhokten aan tafeltjes met flesschen en glazen, in zoo’n
muffe café-zaal vol weeë menschen-lucht en verstikkenden tabaks-
damp. Kende hier dan niemand den stillen droom van boomen, en
het wijze spiegelen van vlakken vijver, en het vaag gevlied van
transparante wolkjes in de lucht? En wat joeg hen toch zoo angstig
door elkaar, met geratel van rammelende wagens, en triestig getoet
van horens, en schel klokkengebel, door die steenen, troostelooze
straten, waar geen bloemen uit bloeiden, en waar alle dingen koud
en gevoelloos strak stonden om hen heen?
Zóó gingen de eerste weken voor Paulus voorbij, in studie van stil-
doorpeinsde uren bij lessen of werken in de bibliotheek, met ’s
avonds het altijd nog vreemde en vaag-beangstigende van ’t drukke
straatleven, waar hij al meer en meer aan wende, maar dat hij tóch
nog niet begreep, en dat hem niet vertrouwd werd.
Een groote troost was hem de Cathedraal, met zijn innig, heilig leven
boven de stad. Dikwijls, als de huizen-straten hem te angstig
benauwden, ging hij zich even veilig voelen bij de Cathedraal. Zij
had een eigen, apart bestaan, als een levend schepsel, en [148]hij
kende haar, zooals zij was op vele uren van den dag.
De luchtige feeën-gratie van Rosita was al die dagen niet van hem
weggeweest, en als een kleurige vlinder, telkens weer terug-
fladderend, was zij door zijn ernstige gedachten heengewiegeld.
Hij had Marcelio verteld, hoe hij dikwijls naar het Variété werd
toegedreven door een zenuwachtig gevoel, dat sterker was dan zijn
wil, en hoe hij somtijds niet kalm kon zitten studeeren, omdat hij dan
altijd die vlinderachtige roze vrouwen-figuur vóór zich zag zweven.
Het liet hem geen rust, telkens kwam het terug, en dikwijls was zijn
leven een onbewust wachten op het uur, dat hij haar zou zien
verschijnen. En hoe meer hij haar nu al gezien had, des te sterker
kwam het terug.…
Zijn liefste bloemen moesten het zijn, die het innigste [151]waren, en
teeder als de dingen, die hij haar toch niet zou durven zeggen. En hij
kocht nu elken avond een corbeille met enkel viooltjes voor haar, die
haar op het tooneel werd gebracht.
Hoe heerlijk, als zij dan, lachende, op de toppen der fijne voetjes
zwevend, terugkwam voor het voetlicht, en genadiglijk de bloemen
tot zich nam! Dan was het Paulus, of zij de liefste gedachten van
innigheid had medegenomen uit zijn binnenste. Zoo ging het avond
na avond, en nooit dacht Paulus er aan, haar dichter te durven
naderen dan met die simpele viooltjes uit zijn hart, tot eindelijk
Marcelio hem kwam vertellen, dat hij haar gesproken had, en zij naar
zijn jongen vriend gevraagd had, die altijd zoo galant voor bloemen
zorgde als zij optrad.
„Ze vindt het zóó aardig van je,” zeide hij, „dat ze je door me laat
vragen, of je eens met haar wilt soupeeren, en met haar in haar
rijtuig naar huis gaan, na de voorstelling. Ze wil absoluut eens kennis
met je maken.”
Paulus schrikte.
Het leek hem zoo onmogelijk.
„Hoe kán dat?.…” zeide hij, verwonderd. „Marcelio, dat kán toch
niet.…”
Hij had niet aan Paulus verteld, hoe goed hij Rosita kende, die eene
oude vriendin van hem was, en hoe dikwijls hij haar van zijn jong,
onervaren vriendje verteld had, die de vrouwen nog niet kende, en
ontgroend moest worden. En hoe Rosita nieuwsgierig geprikkeld, en
ook vereerd door zulk een simpele aanbidding, zich door Marcelio
had laten overhalen, om het jonge droomertje eens te vragen.
Dien avond zat Paulus in angstige spanning in het Variété. Hij had
met Marcelio gedineerd, die hem had overgehaald, weer wat
champagne te drinken.
Toen hij Rosita weer zag aanzweven boven de bloemen, als een
lucht-wezen van niets dan droom en liefelijkheid, kon hij zich
onmogelijk voorstellen, dat zij straks in de heel gewone werkelijkheid
als een vrouw voor hem zou staan, en tegen hem zou spreken. En
heimelijk hoopte hij eigenlijk, dat het ook niet zou kunnen gebeuren,
al verlangde hij er tegelijkertijd tóch naar.
„Kom nu mee,” zeide hij, „ze gaat zich kleeden, [153]en haar rijtuig
staat te wachten in het zijstraatje links naast het gebouw. Maar drink
eerst nog een gobelet goede champagne. Dat wekt je wat op.”
Een beetje bang, half onwillig ging Paulus mede, en liep toen met
Marcelio wat op en neer in de zijstraat buiten.
Hij kon haar niet goed zien in het donker van den coupé. Nu en dan,
als zij voorbij een lantaarn reden, schemerde haar lief, lachend
gezicht even voor hem op, om dan weer te vervagen, als iets dat
even oplicht in een droom, en dra weer in het niet verdwijnt.
Eindelijk hield het rijtuig stil. Hij voelde een zachte hand die hem
medenam, hem voortleidde, een trap op, naar boven. [154]
Aan hare gestalte was iets luchtigs, iets van trilling en ruisching, als
van een vogel, die straks zou opvliegen in de lucht. Zóó zou zij ieder
oogenblik kunnen opspringen, en dansen dien luchtigen, zwevenden
dans, waarin hij haar zooeven als een vlinder zwevend had zien
wiegelen.
En ze lachte.
Hij vond het erg vriendelijk van haar, en hij was er heel blij mee. Hoe
zacht en glanzend was alles aan haar! Al die zijde, en dat dons, en
die schitterende steenen, waar heilig vuur en licht in leefden! Hoe fijn
en ijl waren die gouden haren van haar kapsel, als uit zonnestralen
geweven! Ja, het was toch waar. Een vrouw was mooier nog dan
bloemen. Dit liefelijke en lachende daar voór hem was van inniger
uitdrukking nog dan een lichte lente-roos. Maar vooral dat even,
vage opwelven van haar blanke, zachte borst deed hem aan met