The knife-weilding stranger leaps toward me, but instead of the
stabbing pain I expect, I glance up only to see the cloaked figure
surpass me and grab the sobbing child. Then the mysterious figure
rushes off into the the shadows, while I follow in a hurried pursuit.
The screams of the child allow me to follow without much uncertainy of
the path they have taken. Soon, I hear the slam of a door, ending the
perpetuous cries of the young one. I scan my surroundings as I slow to
a trot and, lo and behold, a tall building looms before me. Quickly I
glance around for any assistance--there is no evidence of habitation any
where in the vicinity. I gather my wits about me and approach the
nearest window.
Inside there seems to be a gathering of some kind and when the shrouded
man enters with the child, there is much commotion. I can hear bits and
pieces of conversation and am startled by the use of English, rather
than French:
"You should never have....to do with him?"
"...it couldn't have been prevented...not informed well..."
At this point, he removes his cloak, revealing a strikingly handsome
man, clad in the same unusual apparel as the others. I move to the
other side of the building in order to obtain a better view of this
curious meeting. As I glance into the room from my new station, I
realize the window is open a crack and can now hear the discussion quite
easily. The man I followed seems to be the leader of the group.
He states, "What was I to do? He just saw his mother executed for goodness'
sake. Was I to just leave him there in the open, for any of them to
discover?"
It is during this speech, whilst he flails his arms wildly to emphasize
his point, that I notice the ring. I instantly recognize it. It is quite
unusual: a large, red oval, surrounded by gold and in the center, a
drawing of a small flower. Just then, I slip on the crates supporting
me and crash to the ground; I freeze and listen closely: I hear the
scrape of chairs and the pounding of boots coming toward the door...
I scramble to my feet and race back through path from which I had come.
After a short while, I notice that there no longer is any one
following me and I slow to catch my breath. Just then, I hear the clock
strike 11 and I realize I am late for my appointment. As I quicken my
step to the Place de la Greve, the events I have just witnessed rush
through my mind. I can hardly contain my excitement and, as I approach
Lady Hastings, the tale of my first sighting of the mysterious
pimpernel bursts forth from my lips...
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