Prologue

Lambton Inn, August 1801

Lizzy read her sister's letter again and again, unbelieving that Lydia could do anything so stupid as eloping with that imbecile Wickham. Her first urge to cry was forgotten as her anger took hold. She squashed even that emotion at the sound of footsteps outside her sitting room.

Mr. Darcy entered with such a smile on his face as to make her heart turn over. She was still unsure of her feelings for him and was not ready to acknowledge their growing warmth. However, this news of Lydia made it impossible for her to encourage his attentions. What would his shame be if he learned the truth? What justification could she offer for the weak-mindedness of her family? Nay, she must solve the problem and then hope that he would return to her once more.

Darcy's face grew more somber and despondent as Lizzy's preoccupation became evident. She was anxious to be off to London, to discover for herself the whereabouts of so intellectually void a sister and her equally challenged consort. She was startled to discover that Mr. Darcy was wordlessly contemplating her, the silence of the room having become more than he could bear.

"You have long been anticipating my absence, I fear," he said quietly as he picked up his hat and cane. "Forgive me for intruding on your privacy. After yesterday, I had thought…" he tried to collect himself, but for the first time failed, "I had thought I would be welcome."

"Oh! Mr. Darcy, I am sorry," Lizzy began, this not being her intention. "I am merely…"

But Darcy was quickly walking to the door, unable to face her. "Nay, nay. I will be off. Please accept my best wishes for your health and happiness." And with that he was gone.

Now truly despondent, Lizzy shed her tears. In an attempt to ease her mind through activity, she quickly packed her case, penned a note to her Aunt and Uncle, enclosed Jane's letter and left for London.

Chapter 1

The road to London was sweltering in the summer heat. Over and over again, she fanned herself and prayed for rain. The horses became tired and needed to rest more often. Every hour she waited was interminable. Every delay, inexcusable. Soon she saw the carriage approach a patch of woods. Blessing her luck that cool air would soon invade the carriage she was shocked at the sound of raised voices and the sudden stopping of the carriage.

"Give us yer loot!" A voiced growled from outside. Suddenly a masked face was thrust into the carriage window. "Well hallo there little lady! Come on out and let us take a look at ye!"

Lizzy was forcibly hauled out of the carriage and her purse ransacked. She stood quaking in fear as the troop of four bandits raided all her possessions and those of the driver. The driver, with extreme fear in his eyes, suddenly spied an opening from within the trees and took off in a dead run. One of the bandits shouted, "Come back here, ye scoundrel!" At the same time, Lizzy screamed, "WAIT! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!"

One of the bandits gave chase but soon came back empty handed. "Bugger me," he said, "but that one can run! 'E must be halfway to France by now."

The leader of these hoodlums approached Lizzy and reached for the cross at her neck. Lizzy unconsciously clutched the necklace, "Oh please. This was a gift from my father You have taken everything else I own, please spare me this."

The bandit's eyes visibly softened for a split second, but the hand dropped away. The other three were already mounting their horses with newly filled sacks and awaiting the word of their leader. The leader continued to eye the trembling Lizzy and with a frustrated growl looked around at the dense forest.

"Lady, you would not survive a night alone in these woods. I may be a thief many times, but I am not a murderer. You will have to come with us."

Her courage rising, Lizzy poked her chin in the air. "I need no assistance from you or your ilk."

Disconcertingly, the bandit leader laughed heartily, "I like spunk but not argument. You are coming with us and that is the end of it. CHESTER!" the leader suddenly yelled at the largest of the bandits, "unhook those horses from the carriage and prepare one for the lady!"

"I do not ride," Lizzy said.

"No time like the present to learn then, aye?" was the implacable reply. It took Lizzy 15 minutes to mount a saddleless horse from atop a large boulder. In the end, she suffered the mortification of Chester's hands assisting from behind and having to hitch up her skirts to ride like a man. Awkwardly grabbing the make-shift reins, Lizzy tried to maintain her balance on the strong animal as well as some shred of dignity.

"It's a start," shrugged Chester at the leader and proceeded to tie Lizzy's horse to his own.

Night began to fall on the ragged group as they wended their way deeper into the forest.

Chapter 2

Every muscle in her body aching as the horse trudged on, Lizzy fought to stay awake and upright on the animal. She had lost all desire to fight her abductors and sunk into a depressed silence. What would become of her, she wondered. Would her family ever learn of her whereabouts? What about poor Lydia, living in sin, ruining the family's good name. Now with her own disappearance, Lizzy was despondent over her chances to ever make a fresh start with Mr. Darcy. It was saddening to learn the true wishes of her heart this way. Mr. Darcy was truly the man most suited to her. Yet, if the fates were so kind as to release her back to her family, her own sullied reputation would only serve to distance him. Hope was released in a single, long, heartfelt sigh.

"There now," came a gruff voice. "Drink some o' this for strength. We ain't got much farther to go."

Lizzy looked up into Chester's face and saw a kindly expression on it. He was handing her a flask which she accepted gratefully. She took a large gulp and gasped as the liquid burned its way down her throat and stomach. Immediately light headed and teary eyed, she croaked, "What is this?"

Chester guffawed, "The Bishop's best scotch. He came by this way not two days ago. Take another drink, but slowly now."

Lizzy sipped at the flask and found the second drink to be more palatable. The warmth of the drink was quickly spreading throughout her body, making the aches fade just enough. Almost from a distance, she heard the bandit leader comment, "That's enough of that Chester, she's barely hanging onto her seat as it is."

The woods suddenly opened into a large clearing. The bandit village was simply amazing. Homes were built among the trees with long, swinging bridges connecting one home to the next. Pulleys and levers of every sort pushed and pulled vegetables, clothes, people up high above ground. A strongly flowing stream cut right through the center of the village and many villagers were there washing clothes or pots or their children. Indeed, the village was alive with the laughter of men and women and the playful shouts of the dozens of children that ran freely around the grounds. On the ground, at the center of the village blazed a strong fire where the makings of a feast were being prepared. Lizzy had never seen anything like it in her life. It was as if she had been transported to the medieval years of England.

She awkwardly climbed off her steed with Chester's help. Her knees wobbled with the strain of holding on so tightly for so long and she quickly dropped to precariously sit on the closest tree trunk. Her horse, having mistakenly gained some kind of affinity for her, came close and nuzzled her hair.

"She likes ye, miss," Chester observed, "I think ye got yerself a permanent mount."

Lizzy sighed tiredly, "She'll get over it I'm sure."

The bandit leader jumped off the lead horse and patted it on the neck affectionately. A short, thin man with the thickest eye glasses Lizzy had ever seen was quickly approaching the leader. He held what looked like a ledger book under his arm. As he grew close, the bandit leader pulled off the restraining mask in one fluid motion. Out cascaded thick waves of red hair that quickly framed a decidedly feminine face. The bandit leader quickly grabbed hold of the bespectacled man and kissed him full on the lips.

Lizzy felt her jaw go slack and openly gaped at the couple. She had not felt such astonishment since Charlotte announced her engagement to Mr. Collins! This bandit…this leader of thieves…was a WOMAN? How did this come to pass? As if aware that she was being watched, the bandit leader dropped her hold on the man and turned to grin directly into Lizzy's face. She turned and approached Lizzy, leaving the poor man to sway in astonished happiness and wipe his forehead with his kerchief.

"I see that I have startled you." The bandit leader said mockingly, "Poor little girl, taught all her life to accept her fate with silence and fortitude."

Lizzy felt the stirrings of her temper, but remained aware that she was still at this woman's mercy. "Madam, I may be your prisoner, but I have yet to be called faint of heart. You may yet find in me a substantial amount of strength."

The red haired woman smiled, "Well said. We do not keep hostages here, consider us your rescuers from the perils of the forest." At if timed, a wolf howled in the depths of the woods sending a shiver over Lizzy. "Do not be alarmed. You are safe here. I am known a the Merry Bandit, but my people call me Marian. Generations of my kin have lived in these woods and taken up the art of relieving the rich of their excess good fortune."

"Are you any relation to Robin Hood by any chance?" Lizzy intoned sarcastically.

"If my ancestors are from Locksley, they have kept it a secret from the world," laughed Marian. "And how may we address you?"

"Lizzy," Lizzy replied cautiously, not wishing to endanger her family. Marian raised her eyebrows slightly in question, "Just Lizzy," she repeated firmly.

"Very well, Just Lizzy, let us warm ourselves by the fire and partake of the best meal you will ever have, I dare say." With a gesture, Marian led Lizzy toward the welcomed warmth of the fire.

Chapter 3

It was indeed the best meal Lizzy had ever eaten, though she could not tell if it was because it was genuinely delicious or because deep in her heart she still feared it would be her last meal. She knew she was being closely watched by the villagers. Marian had only introduced her as a temporary guest. But, disheveled as she was, her gown was still the most fashionable of the lot. Some of the older children had been bold enough to approach and touch the silken hem, but no one had spoken to her of yet. Indeed, many of the village women, like Marian, disdained the accepted female clothing, settling for the breeches and shirts worn by the men. Lizzy wondered at their boldness while simultaneously wishing for a more comfortable ensemble herself.

The meal was cleared away and Lizzy allowed herself to lean back against the fallen log in silence. The bespectacled man had moved away from Marian's side to begin cataloging the pilfered contents of the sack. Marian watched Lizzy between lowered eyes as she drew long, slow puffs on her cigar. Lizzy closed her eyes, determined to ignore every impropriety she witnessed, only to be startled by the rustling of fabric beside her. Marian had planted herself next to Lizzy and poked her on the ribs.

"So what brings a young woman of good breeding on an unescorted journey to London?" She asked.

"Are you trying to be my friend now?"

"I could be, if you'd let me. Truly, none of us wish to harm you. If that had been our intent, we could easily have left you alone in the woods. But we have brought you here, shown you our home, broken bread with you. Have you heard a single cross word yet? Has anyone here treated you with anything but kindness since your arrival?" Lizzy was forced to acknowledge that the villagers had indeed been nothing but attentive.

Marian took another deep drag from the cigar before continuing, "I have seen a sadness in your eyes all night. You were rushing toward something unpleasant, were you not? And maybe leaving something precious behind?"

Lizzy turned her face away to hide her weak tears, "You are very perceptive."

Marian nodded sagely, "It comes from seeing the same expression on the faces of so many people I love. It comes from looking at my own face in the mirror. All of us," she gestured to the village in general, "we are all running away from something. So we take refuge here where we live in secrecy. We share what we steal with other poor villages and keep only enough to buy what we cannot provide on our own."

Lizzy looked around, but could not discern more than shadows from the flickering fire. "You have built your own reality here. But life continues beyond the woods. I cannot run away from my problems." She glanced once again at Marian's companion. "And what does your husband run from?"

Marian laughed good naturedly, "he is not my husband. I do believe he wishes it were so, poor deluded man." Seeing Lizzy's eyes cast down, "I have shocked you again, I fear."

"You greeted him with much warmth when we arrived."

"Robert is a part of me. We are an odd looking pair, I will be the first to admit. I found him much the way I found you, wandering the woods, cast away by a merchant for keeping tally of payments received too accurately. He will never be a thief, but he had organized our forages to the point of taxation. He even calls it 'net income'. We are as married as we will ever be however," Marian said silently, "should a true marriage ever happen and I am caught, he would hang for my crimes as much as I. No, it is better this way."

Lizzy felt her mouth twitch into a smile, "Robert and Marian, living in the forest, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. The Merry Bandit and her Merry Men." Giving in to her mirth, Lizzy laughed for the first time since leaving Lambton.

"Yes, yes, poke fun all you want," Marian said agreeably. "I have heard all the jokes ten fold." She poked Lizzy in the ribs again for good measure anyway. "Besides we were talking about you."

Lizzy quickly sobered, "My youngest sister had eloped with a cad. They were supposed to go to Gretna Green, but have been traced only as far as London. I have no hope of their being married, and Lydia, stupid girl, will be the ruin of the family."

"Why take the matter into your own hands. Do you not have a father and brothers and uncles enough to deal with her and set the matter to rights?"

"I have no brother. My uncle will always help, but father!" Lizzy trailed off. "I love my father, but I am not blind to his faults. He does not deal well with the important details of life. I had hoped to persuade her to come back to London with me. To say that she had met me in London where I had resided while traveling with my Aunt and Uncle."

"You know of her whereabouts, then?"

"No."

"London is a big place, Lizzy," Marian said somberly, "it is a very rough place in parts as well. The places to hide are the same places you would have found yourself well out of your league. How did you plant to find her?"

Lizzy remained silent.

"Ah," said Marian, "you ran to London without a plan." Marian threw her cigar on the ground and crushed it with her boot. "Are you truly committed to saving this wretched girl? Are you truly willing to make every effort possible?"

"I am," Lizzy said proudly.

"Then today is your lucky day," Marian said cheerfully as she got up to rejoin her would-be husband.

"How is that?"

Marian smiled cheekily, "Because you need a plan, and I am never without one!"

Chapter 4

Lizzy's first order of business was to dispatch two letters she had written: one to her parents and one to the Gardiners. She did not doubt that they all worried over her disappearance and briefly regretted her rashness. But there was nothing to be done now except to maintain her resolve and let Marian's plans come to fruition.

She handed the letters to a sleepy looking Chester. "Are you quite sure you will be safe going into town?" She inquired.

Chester rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Aye, miss. Me brother is the postmaster and I ride in to see him all da time. No one will think differently about it." He kneed his horse gently and set off down the road.

"All squared away?" Marian asked from behind. Lizzy whirled around, startled.

"Do you always sneak up on people?"

"Consider it Lesson #1. Always be aware of your surroundings." Marian said unconcernedly, "First, let's get you the right attire for your training."

Lizzy eyed the bandit leader warily, "Training?"

Marian returned look for look, "You don't think I'm letting you walk the street of London unable to defend yourself, do you?"

Within an hour, Lizzy was standing in the middle of the square in breeches and a white shirt. In her shame, she pulled the long shirt over the breeches, unused to revealing so much of her form. Her uneasiness deepened as she noticed several glances cast in her direction by the villagers. Marian walked around Lizzy speculatively, one finger pressed against her lips. She then suddenly reached out and slapped Lizzy's spine straight.

"Don't slouch, didn't your mother teach you about posture?"

"Only as it relates to getting a husband," Lizzy replied dryly. "I can't tell you how many times I have heard how our figures are best displayed. She would whisper is to me and pinch ever so slightly when my odious cousin Mr. Collins came to visit."

"And did she have him in mind for you?"

Lizzy laughed gaily, "Did she indeed! I believe she withheld all conversation with me for two weeks after I dared refuse him. I welcomed the silence and slouched to my hearts content."

"You heart tended elsewhere, then?" Marian slyly said. She watched Lizzy's bright eyes fade a little before changing the subject, "Well, you will not slouch in my presence. Besides, you are too pretty to be a hunchback and even that will scarcely frighten a Londoner. They'd just send the poor fool out as sport!"

"Must I wear this at all? It's so…revealing."

"No more revealing than when you fancy ladies stand against a light or wet your muslin down. And you will find these to be comfortable. You will get used to them."

That ended the discussion and without meaning to, Lizzy found herself adjusting to the attire and quite welcoming the ease of movement. In an act of defiance, Lizzy stood by the fire one night and burned her corset. She was free! At least for the time being. Most of the village women cheered as the bone and lace material burned, sending peach plumes skyward.

The next fortnight was filled with activity. Lizzy learned to handle a broadsword, made especially for her by the village blacksmith.

"This 'ere sword, miss, it's just right for ye," The soot ridden man grinned. "Light as a feather, it's me best work yet!"

Lizzy picked up the weapon gingerly, passing it from left hand to right, testing the weight and the feel of the handle. "This will do nicely, thank you." She said, smiling.

Every day, Marian and Lizzy crossed swords, the clashing of metal against metal causing such a din that birds flew off the trees in search of silence. Every meeting was a challenge for Lizzy, who had learned to admire the bandit leader's ability. As soon as the breakfast dishes were cleared away, Lizzy knew that Marian would become a shadow in the trees, waiting for the opportunity to pounce.

Lizzy glanced warily around her as she strolled through the wood, her sword sheathed at her side. She strained her ears to hear every leaf rustle or every dry branch that was crushed by a boot. She took a couple more steps before suddenly finding a knife at her throat.

"Slice," Marian whispered, "You're dead."

The release of tension suddenly filled Lizzy as she threw off the knife, moved back a few paces and drew her sword. Marian smiled and drew her own. The warriors advanced and metal smote metal between their bodies. The battle raged fiercely, angrier and more competitive than ever before. Again and again, Lizzy dodged the blows that aimed for her head. She dropped down low to the ground and rolled left, no right, left again, stabbing up and slashing back and forth to gain and advantage. Her booted leg hooked itself around Marian's ankle and pulled her off balance. Lizzy sprung up agilely as Marian fell and swung her sword in a wide arc just missing Marian's nose. Marian gasped and rolled away. Lizzy, seeing an advantage, advanced. But the cunning bandit rolled again behind Lizzy and kicked out with both feet, forcing Lizzy's knees to buckle and bend her toward the ground. Startled, Lizzy lost hold of her sword as she fell forward. Turning to face her opponent, she looked straight into the tip of Marian's blade.

"Much, much better," Marian said, "you almost had me there." She sheathed her sword and reached down to help a grinning Lizzy to her feet.

"My heart is beating wildly," Lizzy gasped, "I never thought I would find this so exhilarating!"

Marian laughed as she handed Lizzy her sword. "It does get the blood pumping. But don't let it distract from the world around. Most ruffians travel in packs."

Lizzy followed her line of sight and was startled to find Robert, Chester and almost all of the village children watching. They burst into applause as Lizzy acknowledged them. She laughed delightedly and waved her hands in the air.

"Save your applause for when I actually win!" She said

Marian snorted as she began walking toward the fire. "You are a confident one."

"Yes," Lizzy smiled, "I am."

Chapter 5

"Yer gonna 'ave to try it wi'out the rock at least once, miss."

Lizzy stood precariously perched on a rock with both hands on the reins and saddle of her horse. Chester was standing close enough to catch her if she fell again, as she attempted to mount the steed. She shot Chester a look that could have turned his hair white, if she didn't look so ridiculous at the moment. Chester merely chuckled good-naturedly. Even the blasted horse was patience personified as it stood stoically and waited for its mistress.

"If I get on this animal with the rock, then I will try it without," Lizzy promised. She lifted a booted foot onto the stirrup and hoisted herself onto the saddle. Excited beyond measure, the horse pranced and trotted around the rock. Lizzy gripped the animal with all her might, terror invading every part of her body. She slid down again and stepped off the rock.

The horse stood quietly as Lizzy contemplated the best way to mount from the ground. She felt considerably shorter than before and unsure whether she would ever make this a comfortable experience. Gathering her resolve, Lizzy stepped onto the stirrup and pulled herself up only to land on her stomach across the saddle. She could swear that her horse snorted and snickered while she grunted her way off the saddle and went to try again. Her second try was just as unglamorous as the expletive she let loose when her leg got caught on the back end of the saddle. Over and over again, Lizzy made every attempt to mount the steed, each failed try giving rise to her anger and determination to complete the task without a fatality – either for herself, Chester or the horse. Huffing with displeasure and exhaustion, Lizzy made one last attempt and while in midair, got the distinct impression that her horse arched its back down and under her, causing a perfect landing on the saddle. She leaned over the reins to look at the horse's face in amazement and got what looked like a smirk in return.

"She likes ye," Chester said, "she'll na let you fall. Trust 'er, but let 'er know who's boss."

"She is!" Lizzy shot back. She watched Chester grab the reins and lead the horse around until Lizzy became comfortable. The horse settled and behaved impeccably. Chester then began his instructions.

"Grab the reins – not so tight, miss! Pullin' on 'er mouth will make 'er un'appy. That's right! Now, pull the reins on the right side an' press in wi' yer left knee. That's me girl. Now do it the other way. Right! Ye learns fast lass!"

Lizzy was fast becoming accustomed to the movements of riding and grew attuned to the nuances. It was a dance of introduction between her and the animal, the formation of understanding between rider and mount. Lizzy was convinced of the horse's affection for her and grew confident that the animal would not let her down.

Nevertheless, Lizzy was extremely saddle-sore at the end of the day. As she and Chester brushed and fed the horse, he asked, "So wha' ye gonna name 'er."

Lizzy looked startled, never having thought of naming the animal. But the idea had merit, she contemplated, as she lovingly stroked the animal's graceful neck. "She must have a name worthy of her. She is the sweetest creature. Swift. Sure-footed. What about Breeze?"

Chester gaped at her, "Tha's a girl's name. Don't ye worry, lass," Chester said to the horse, "no 'on will think the less of ye for 'aving such a daft name."

Lizzy laughed, "Well, what does Marian call her horse?"

Chester snorted, "She be another one. 'Er poor animal is named Give Me Some Money."

"That's a long name for a horse."

"Aye," Chester agreed, "Tha's why 'e nevar comes when 'e's called!"

Chapter 6

"I like the name Breeze," Robert said defensively as he watched Lizzy feet the horse carrots.

"It's wussy," Chester complained. "Miss Lizzy here…'er 'orse needs a strong name. One for a Princess."

"Princess?!" Lizzy laughed. "I can assure you sir, I am very far removed from royalty!"

"Yer as close as I'm ever gonna get," Chester countered. "All right then, yer horse ought to be named like a warrior!"

Robert snickered and nudged her, "Lizzy, Warrior Princess. Your name will be legend!"

"I have no aspirations toward legend either." Lizzy laughed. "I just want Mr. Wickham's head on a plate. But I will refuse to change my name to Salome."

Chester grunted at the pair of them as they laughed. "Well bad enough, yer shaming yer 'orse! Wha about a battle cry, then?"

"Battle cry?" Lizzy laughed even harder. "What on earth do I need one of those for."

"Intimidation, miss, IN-TI-MI-DA-TION!" Chester said, warming up to the topic. "Nothing like scaring the bejesus out of folks before they even see ye!"

Breeze nudged Lizzy's shoulder as she became remiss with the carrot feeding. "Well, I charge you to create one for me."

Chester began playing with various sounds and noises from hoots to brayings to what sounded like intense sneezing. Robert was doubled over in laughter and only Chester's offended expression kept Lizzy from losing her countenance. Chester soon had Lizzy try several of his favorites sounds and the din increased from their corners of the clearing. Lizzy was so choked between hooting and laughing that her best battlecry came out as,

"Ack, Ack, ACK!"

Finally dissolving into gales of breathless laughter, Lizzy could summon no more enthusiasm to please the disgruntled Chester.

"Ye mind ol' Chester," he said wagging a finger like a school teacher. "Ye work on that cry…it will do ye good at some point!"

Chapter 7

Lizzy tightly gripped Marian's hand as she was blindly led into what sounded like the forest. Marian seemed to understand her uneasiness at the loss of her sight as she whispered, "Being without a sense is the hardest of adjustments to make. But many times we are mislead by what we see, hear, touch, taste and feel. Don't be deceived. Only when you can open yourself to every nuance around you will you be fully prepared to face a challenge."

Lizzy could hear the steps and breathing of several villagers as the dry leaves crunched under foot. She could smell the smoke from the torches they carried and feel the cold of the evening creep into her clothing. The group wound a twisted path through the woods, slowly and painstakingly twisting and turning to confuse the blinded Lizzy. This was another of Marian's tests. She had to find her way back to the village or there would be no meal or bed for the night. Marian faithfully promised that she would be left to fend for herself until morning if she was unsuccessful. Lizzy was determined not to fail.

Lizzy waited until the sound of footsteps faded before removing the blindfold. She was in an unfamiliar part of the forest, where the foliage was denser and there were no manmade paths toward the bandit village. It seemed an interminable length of time before her eyes adjusted to the starlight. Her hearing seemed to sharpen as every bird call, owl hoot, and animal cry pierced the night sky. She fingered the handle of her broadsword to give her strength and comfort. She turned in a complete circle, surveying each corner of the woods, but could account for no familiar terrain. The bandits had been cautious indeed to take her to an unfamiliar, and unforgiving, part of the woods.

Lizzy searched and found a thick branch and several dried leaves. She ripped a strip of cloth from her shirt and swathed the leave at the end of the branch. Finally, she twirled the makeshift torch around in a large cobweb hanging between two branches. Taking a match she had hidden in her pocket, she lit the torch and prayed it would last long enough for her to find her way back to the village.

Using the torch she surveyed the ground and soon identified where the leaves had been crushed by many feet and began to follow that path. She followed the path slowly always checking for remnants of the walkers. She came to an avenue of trees that seemed familiar and began to follow her intuition. Lizzy was attuned to the sounds of the forest and unafraid. Her sense of alarm only rose when the hoots and bird calls stopped abruptly. She too stopped and listened closely. The silence in the air was oppressive and unnatural. She tried to control the sound of her own breathing as it cut through the air. She closed her eyes, willed her breathing to calm itself and settle, and she listened…THERE! She jumped back quickly as a hissing shot toward her from the left. She felt the air agitate just inches from her face as a blurred object whizzed past her. In astonishment, she surveyed the arrow that had barely missed her head and embedded itself in a tree. She exhaled heavily and pushed on toward her goal.

She came upon a clearing not long after the arrow incident. There was a shallow lake that glimmered moonlight merrily at her. She bent and touched the cool water, splashing a little of it on her face and neck to soothe her. She heard a grunt behind her and whirled around to find a stout pig looking directly at her. She moved slightly to the left and the pig followed her movement, she moved right and again it mirrored her movement. Lizzy stilled every muscle in her body in wait as the two of them watched each other. The staring contest continued for long moments. Lizzy could feel the strain on the arm holding the torch up, and on her back as the sword and scabbard at her waist weighed her down. Watching the pig's eyes narrow sleepily, Lizzy hazarded that it was safe to relieve some of the pressure on her spine. She dropped one knee down and winced as the sword scraped across the stones by the lake, dislodging several of them and sending them scuttling into the water.

It's eyes flying wide open in alarm, the pig gave a snort and charged! It slammed its body against her, sending her backwards into the cold water. The pig then scurried off into the dark, squealing as if chased by a butcher. Lizzy stood up and walked out of the water gingerly, having to readjust to the sudden darkness. She could see the outline of her torch as it lay defused in the water and could feel the discomfort of cold toes squishing in her boots. It was an odd feeling to be so wet from head to foot in her backside while simultaneously mostly dry in front. She dried herself as best she could and set off down the path again, carefully feeling her way through the darker patches of forest.

She noticed a soft shimmer down the way the pig ran and followed it, her excitement increasing as the glow grew brighter. Finally, not ten yards away, she spied a real torch burning as it hung between the arms of a split branch. Smiling, she walked toward it, looking left and right for any traps along the way. About three feet from the torch, she felt a brushing against her shin. Immediately still, she glanced down and saw…absolutely nothing. She pushed her left leg forward carefully and felt a thin pressure pushing back against her. She reached forward blindly with her hands but encountered no resistance. Bending down, she ran her hands against her legs and found no resistance until she came to her shins. Realizing that a thin gossamer string was tightly tied and stretched in front of her, Lizzy stepped back and drew her sword. She gave a mighty swing and cut the string in half. Immediately ahead, between her and the torch, a large net rose up from the ground. It would have trapped her all night if she has been less careful.

Laughing in triumph, Lizzy walked under the net, plucked the torch from its perch and found the path to the village without further incident. She smiled as she spied the village gathered around the fire. Close to the well sat a little girl who cuddled and dozed on top of the same portly porker who had given Lizzy a soaking. While hidden amongst the trees, she noticed Chester, Robert and Marian in deep conversation about her as they walked around the edges of the village. She slowly followed, taking care not to be seen or heard.

"You're pushing her too hard," Robert was saying. Marian did not reply.

"Wha' do ye know, eh?" Chester said loyally, "She's a smart one, that one. She'll make her way."

"Marian, this is not your typically village woman. She is a genteel lady, softly reared and bred. What will this do for her return to society when she leaves us?" Robert persisted.

"Bah!" Chester scoffed. "Who needs them silly society types? Wi' their velvet and quadrilles and fancy parties."

"Shut up both of you!" Marian growled, breaking away from the group to walk forward alone. "She's ready, I know she is."

Lizzy decided that this was too sober a group to be discussing her future. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and drew a deep breath. Then positioning herself to the best advantage, she hurled herself with sword drawn into the air, screaming her battlecry into the night…

"RRRRRRLALALALALALA!!!!"

She landed right on top of Marian, toppling her and bring her blade to bear on Marian's neck. Marian looked up at her stunned and winded and suddenly burst into gales of laughter at the sight of a sodden, mud-streaked, unrepentantly grinning Lizzy. Lizzy stood and proudly offered a hand of assistance to Marian who grabbed it and once standing, pulled Lizzy into a tight embrace.

"I knew you could do it! Didn't I tell you?" she turned to face Robert and Chester. Chester was gaping at Lizzy once again and Robert had dropped to the ground, clutching his chest. Marian spared them a cursory glance before addressing Lizzy again.

"You're ready, then."

Lizzy nodded and gave Marian another hug, this time one of thanks. Both their eyes were slightly damp as they pulled apart.

"Blimey!" Chester moaned, "I think I wet meself!"

Chapter 8

Lizzy was already standing beside Breeze when dawn peeked over the forest's treetops. It would take the better part of the day to reach London and Lizzy was eager to be off. She packed lightly, only her newly washed and pressed dress from her "abduction" so that she would be presentable when arriving at the Gardiners. But for the ride, Lizzy decided that concealment was best. Her sword was sheathed on her saddle within easy reach and her shirt and breeches attire was hidden under a heavy cloak. The cloak's hood was carefully tucked around her face to hide its femininity from idle travelers' eyes. Her head snapped around as she felt a hand wrap around her shoulder.

"Here, you will need this," Marian said, handing Lizzy a satchel. "It is a long trip and you will need sustenance."

Lizzy smiled gratefully as she took the package. She was startled to hear the clinking of coins and looked in to see a substantial amount of money -- bills and coins -- within.

"I cannot take this."

"Don't be a goose all your life," Marian snapped, "You need to find someone fast and money talks. You will also need to get around easily and in secret. Money speaks many languages. Be smart."

Lizzy was in awe at the sheer amount, "There must be a thousand pounds here!"

"More or less." Marian was evasive, "We can spare it, not to worry...its been a good season and we took a vote last night. Not one hand in the village was raised against you."

Finding Lizzy speechless, Marian took the larger bills and stuffed them into Lizzy boots, "Keep the coins in your side purse, it looks flashier. But keep the bills to yourself and use them sparingly. You may have to bribe that worthless soldier if all else fails."

"How will I ever repay you?" Lizzy asked tearfully, "any of you?" She looked toward the village where Chester and Robert were sleepily making their way toward her.

"Promise me one thing," Marian said urgently.

"Anything."

"Promise that you will never lose your sense of self worth. Do not stop believing in yourself. There are many people who would devalue what you have learned with us, who would chose you to think that your life is predestined. Promise me that if ever you find yourself out of place in this world, that you will come back here, that you will find us." Marian grabbed both of Lizzy's hands to emphasize her request. "You will always be welcome here, Lizzy. Do you promise?"

"I swear it." Lizzy whispered emotionally. She embraced Marian in farewell just as Chester and Robert arrived.

"Well, Lizzy Warrior Princess," Robert said, "You are leaving us."

"Don't be daft man," Chester grunted before turning to Lizzy, "trust 'im to say wha' we can all see for usselves!" He caught her but in a bone crunching bear hug. "Ye take care of yerself, miss. Are ye sure, ye don't want no company? I can be ready in no time."

Lizzy smiled, "I would love your company, but it is not prudent. I would never be able to explain it so it would not be seen as improper. No, this way is better."

"Take care of yourself," Robert said fondly. Lizzy bade them all a final farewell before mounting Breeze and setting off on the path for the London road. One final glance back revealed her three friends still watching her as the village slowly awoke and prepared for a new day. For a moment, Lizzy wished she had the temerity to stay and forget Lydia, Darcy and the rest of her heartaches. The very idea nearly made her turn back. But Lizzy knew she could not live with herself if she did not face up to her responsibilities. Rightly or wrongly, she had chosen a path for herself and there would be no peace until she came to the end of her journey.

The ride was long and wearing. Many times, Lizzy dismounted and walked next to Breeze for miles, just to bring sensation back to her limbs. Others times, she rested by a stream or brook, letting herself and Breeze take a cool drink and rest for a spell away from the blazing late summer sun. The hours dragged by and even the beauties of the country could not hold Lizzy's interest. Eventually her thoughts turned toward the Bandit village.

"Could I truly be happy there?" Lizzy asked herself. She was surprised to find the answer to be yes. There was no reason to suppose that Mr. Darcy would ever make her another offer. The mere thought was preposterous. How could a distinguished gentleman ever find himself sharing a life and home with a woman who had abandoned all propriety and disappeared from her friends and family for nearly a month? No, that dream was gone. It was only Lizzy's fervent hope that he would never discover her thus, that she might at least maintain a mask of civility and dignity in his eyes. She could not bear that he lived in the world thinking ill of her.

Her thoughts led to Lydia, another source of shame for her family. Chester had gained word that she was still hidden. That neither her father nor Uncle Gardiner had found any trace of her anywhere in London. Lizzy was confident that Marian's plans and contacts would unfold another means of discovering the idiot's whereabouts. Her anger against her sister had long since dissipated. Indeed, being angry with some as intelligent as Lydia was akin to kicking a puppy. After you kicked it, it would merrily run to fetch a stick without remembering the injury. No, she pitied her sister for her lack of foresight, lack of sense, lack of judgment, and for the unhappiness that lay in her future whether she married Wickham or not. Wickham, on the other hand, was the focus of Lizzy's ire. This was an intelligent and manipulative man. One who felt no qualms about deceiving and entire town, running up debts, seducing innocent (albeit idiotic) young women, and maligning the best of men. Yes, Lizzy was eager to meet on equal ground with Wickham. She had definite plans for him.

The road to London became more chaotic as she neared the English capital. Hackneys, private carriages, barouches, men on horseback -- all passed by hurriedly. Lizzy kept her face hidden during these chance encounters but her caution was often unnecessary. In their mindless rush to reach their destinations, these travelers cared for nothing but their own thoughts and wishes. They would not notice a shabby lone traveler unhurriedly sharing their road.

Night had fallen and deepened by the time Lizzy reached the inn Marian had recommended. It was in a poorer section of London -- one she had never seen before. She threw a coin to a young stablehand.

"Brush her down and feed her well," Lizzy instructed, indicating Breeze, "I hold you responsible for her. I will pay you well so long as my horse is well cared for and happy."

Satisfied that the faithful Breeze was well tended, Lizzy entered the inn. Rougher than anything she ever attended before, she found that the inn sported a well attended pub just inside the door. The barkeep was also the owner, and Lizzy approached him directly.

"I need a room."

The dirty barkeep eyed her disparagingly. "We don't server your kind here."

Lizzy moved almost imperceptibly, but enough so the burly man caught a glimpse of steel wrapped around her waist. She reached in her pocket without breaking her stare from the man's suddenly alert eyes and drew three coins from her purse and plunked them down on the table.

"I want a room and a glass of wine." Lizzy said in well modulated tones, "And a hot bath drawn up."

The barkeep's eyes shifted over and over again between Lizzy's face and the hint of steel at her side, as if trying to reconcile the two images. "All we got is ale. And I can have a room ready in moments. There's no call for flashing any steel. We're good folk here."

Lizzy smiled almost lazily, "Ale is fine. I am thirsty after a day on horseback. Give me the drink and call me when the room is ready."

She grabbed the tankard with as much confidence as she could muster and stalked out the door into the cool night. Saddlesore and more than a little nervous, Lizzy took quick swallows of the ale. Coughing a little, Lizzy learned that if she sipped the strange brew slowly, it wasn't too bad. The streets were clearing out as people went home for the night. The street lamps were already lit and she could see a street lighter walking peculiarly down a side street on his stilts.

She wandered a little toward the shops and as the street emptied, was bold enough to drop the hood of the cloak to let the night air soothe her face. She let some pins out of her hair and felt her natural ringlets drop around her face and fly about in the gentle wind. Taking another sip of ale, she bent to examine the clockmaker's window display and heard the distinct sound of a boot on gravel not far behind her.

Whirling around with her hand on the hilt of her sword, Lizzy confronted the stranger. The tankard made a huge crash as it dropped to the street, spilling all its contents. As his face became visible, she instinctively gasped aloud,

"Mr. DARCY!"

Chapter 9

With her words hanging in the air between them, Lizzy desperately regretted having drawn his attention to herself. Why hadn't she merely hidden her face and returned to the inn? Lizzy felt her heart pounding with desperation as she saw recognition light his features. She was paralyzed with fear. There would be no escaping this meeting.

"Miss BENNET?"

Lizzy looked askance as her hand dropped from her sword. A tense silence arose between them which Lizzy's witty tongue was for once unequal to. Watching him, she saw him take in her appearance -- the breeches, the cloak, the sword. Little by little, the original welcome in his manner dropped away and a familiar remoteness and arrogance took it's place. Pieces of Lizzy's heart broke away with each of Darcy's changing expressions until all that was left between them was an air of immense social distance.

"I believe you find me at a loss to understand you once again, Miss Bennet." Darcy intoned somberly. "After so long an absence from your family, I find you wandering the streets of London dressed like...like..." Darcy waved his hands to indicate her attire.

Lizzy's chin shot up as anger made an appearance in her heart, "Like what, Mr. Darcy?"

He scowled at her, "Like a woman of less breeding and social stature than you are, Miss Bennet!"

Lizzy crossed her arms, unwilling to concede the point to him, "You never thought I had much to offer on either point. Perhaps you were more correct then even you knew."

She watched his face momentarily spasm with pain. They were both remembering his proposal at Hunsford. Suddenly, Lizzy realized what she had to do at this moment. He still loved her. But after tonight, he would never be able to make himself respect her. With time, he would learn indifference, maybe even animosity. It was her task now to break all ties with him. To help him forget and move on. There would be no future together. Lizzy wondered sadly if she would ever learn to forget him.

"Does your family know you are in town?" Darcy said almost desperately.

"Not yet."

"Let me take you to the Gardiners, then." He offered his arm. Lizzy was amazed that even as she appeared now, Darcy was willing to publicly escort her.

"No, thank you," Lizzy replied in her coldest voice, "I have taken a room at the inn."

Darcy's turned to look down the street at the indicated establishment. Several young peasant women and men were starting to tumble out drunkenly and wend their way home. "That is no place for you."

"I have been in worse." It was a lie. But Darcy was not making this easy for Lizzy. At best, she had a tenuous hold on her resolve.

Darcy looked astonished at her reply. "I cannot believe such a thing!"

"And where do you think I have been in the last month?"

"Stop this, Miss Bennet!" He said with urgency. "Tell me at once what has happened to you! I cannot believe that such a change can occur to a person! Has anyone...trifled with you. Have you been ill? Injured? Even at this hour we can wake a magistrate and bring the ruffians to justice!"

Lizzy sighed and feeling her resolve weakening, turned away from him. "There has been no crime, no injury to myself. I have been among friends...teachers, if you will."

"And they taught you THIS?" Darcy was now angry as well.

"And much more," Lizzy said proudly, throwing her cloak aside to reveal the sword. Darcy looked on in horror. "Oh, it's a little archaic, I grant you." She said airily, "But I carry it off with some panache, I like to think."

"Why?" He whispered.

"Do you really think I would stand idly by while Lydia and Wickham ruin my family's reputation? Their elopement is the worst of tragedies -- for all of us. You know very little of me if that is the case."

"There are other methods than this."

"Yes," Lizzy acknowledged, "and they all relied on other people. On the kindness of strangers, even. All other avenues meant I had to release responsibility to another while I waited powerless and quiet at home. These options did not suit me."

Darcy's eyes narrowed and Lizzy could see he was searching for a way to refute her claim, "And yet your absence and current status put your family in the same risk of embarrassment. Did you not consider that YOUR error would be seen as more grievous than Lydia's? That YOUR actions would be a confirmation of every insult and degradation flung at your family?"

"Do not address me as a simpleton, Mr. Darcy," Lizzy said with control, "I am well aware of the opinions of our well-wishers. I sent word to my family that I was with friends. They have no reason to doubt me. My every appearance and manner when I return will be as it was. They shall never know of my methods or actions to discover Lydia and Wickham unless YOU choose to betray me."

Shock silenced Darcy for a moment. She watched him twist his pinkie ring and pace back and forth in front of her. Suddenly he grabbed both her arms for her attention. Lizzy was too stunned to resist.

"Miss Bennet...Elizabeth..." he said emotionally, "let me help you. I will find your sister. I will spare no expense, I swear it! Come with me to Gretna Green. We can be married there, and no one will question your absence once you are my wife. Let us forget all of this," he said with a glance at her attire and sword. "Elizabeth, please! All will be well...no one will ever know."

His wife. Lizzy was stunned to hear the proposal, now of all times. It was all she ever thought she wanted. She stared into Darcy's face, reading his sincerity and believing in it implicitly. She would agree, she thought distantly, and reading this agreement, Darcy's lips bent toward hers. A movement beside them caught her eye and instinctively she turned to look. It was their reflection in the clockmaker's windows. Lizzy swallowed painfully as she surveyed them as a stranger would. She saw Darcy, tall, dignified and proud, holding on desperately to the arms of a wild haired, wild eyed woman in breeches and a cloak with a sword sheathed at her side. Darcy's attention was focused on her completely. But she was unworthy of it. This was not the image of a gentleman's wife and would never be.

In despair, she turned her face away and sobbed into Darcy's coat. She heard him sigh with relief and felt him gather her close. This could not go on. It was time for the final blow, Lizzy knew. His closeness was seducing her into compliance. Lizzy steeled her resolve and pushed out of Darcy's embrace. He looked at her in confusion, his arms still held out toward her.

"You are mistaken, Mr. Darcy," She said with a wavering voice. "I would not marry you in Hunsford and I will not marry you now." His arms dropped to his sides and she watched his expressions change from disbelief to sorrow to anger and finally to arrogance.

"Send yourself to the devil, then," He burst out. "None shall hear of it from me!" With that last word, he stalked away from her.

She watched him until the darkness swallowed him, eyes blurred with tears. It was done and she must finish her task. More people tumbled out of the inn and she heard the barkeep calling that her room was ready. The world continued to turn. And it would forever be devoid of happiness for Lizzy. She sighed, wiped her tears away and made her way back to the inn.

Unseen behind her, a shadow moved and followed...

Chapter 10

Lizzy spent a sleepless night making plans and writing a letter to Jane and her Aunt Gardiner. Her heart was heavy with sorrow and an odd disjointedness took over her, as if all meaning had been stripped from life. She was sorry to lie to those she loved most in the world, but they would never understand the truth.

Dearest Aunt,

I beg your forgiveness for my abrupt departure from Lambton. All I could think of was the wretchedness Lydia would bring to our family. Since the officers' arrival at Meryton, there has been nothing but love and men on her thoughts. But even then, I never thought her capable of such indiscretions. I admit some weakheartedness on my part. I could not bear the thought of facing the sneering civility and ungracious offers of condolence from our neighbors. Neither could I escape to my dear friend Charlotte, now that she is married to the odious Mr. Collins. Forgive my bluntness, Aunt, but to you I can speak plainly. The only sign of relation I can see in Mr. Collins is that he has as much sense as Lydia.

I have hidden myself in an old friend's home. She and her husband have been kindness itself. But after some reflection, I cannot conscience being hidden any longer. Will you welcome my presence in Gracechurch Street? I want to be able to help in any way possible and can arrive within a day or two. I have written to Jane to assure her of my safety and of my intention, with your consent, of remaining in London with you and Uncle.

What news is there of Lydia? What progress has been made to find her?

Your niece,
Elizabeth

Lizzy sent a messenger at first light with strict instructions not to betray her location. She then sent for the local seamstress and ordered several gowns of muslin and silk to be made. She was indeed grateful for the money Marian had provided. Such deceptions were easily accomplished if one could provide enough incentives.

Lizzy fussed and worried through the day, wondering if her family would reject her. It was a thought that had not occurred to her before, but it was not unlikely considering the current circumstances. Finally falling into an exhausted sleep, Lizzy tossed and turned as visions of Aunt Gardiner's refusing to receive her melded with memories of Darcy cursing her. She awoke more tired than the last day and drenched in perspiration, her heart beating frantically and painfully. Fortunately, she received a reply first thing that morning. Hastily she read the note:

My Dearest Niece,

Of course you would be welcome here. Your Uncle and I are greatly relieved to know you are safe and well. Your letter at Lambton and from your friend's home was alarming to say the least. Your father, during his duration here with us, was greatly worried that you had taken Lydia's situation into your own hands. He indeed seemed to blame himself and mentioned several times that you had tried to warn him of Lydia's wildness.

I hope you will make your way here quickly. There are many things of which I would speak to you. Be assured that all my intentions and wishes for you are kind and loving, but Lizzy, I had hope to see more sense in your actions. I am glad that you have informed Jane of your intentions. It will be one less worry on her shoulders. We can discuss Lydia's situation when you arrive.

With regards,
M. Gardiner

Lizzy sighed. Whatever the lecture from her Aunt, she was in a better position to help from within their home than from without. She spent the day finalizing the tending of Breeze, arranging for a carriage to take her from the Inn to Gracechurch Street, and for the inn to keep the room for her. She purchased a trunk to hold her belongings, hiding the sword and battle attire at the bottom. It was near dusk before her errands were done and she was convinced that all was in readiness.

Tiredly making her way back to the inn, she strolled through the streets of London alone. Street lamps were just beginning to be lit and all around came the sounds of mothers calling their children home for supper and bed. Merchants were storing their wares and counting money earned from the day's sales. The inn was at the end of the street and Lizzy soon found herself alone on the cobblestones.

She walked slowly, her thoughts once again turned toward the fiasco with Mr. Darcy. She did not regret her reasons for refusing him. She did regret her methods. This was one man whom she did not wish to injure. And yet she had harmed him in the worst possible way. It seemed there was a step taken behind her. Turning curiously, Lizzy looked and found only an empty street. She continued to walk.

There it was again! A soft sound, less a footstep than a simple displacement of gravel. She fully turned and surveyed the avenue. There were small gaps between buildings, large enough for a human body and dark enough for concealment. Nothing stirred while she looked. There was no wind rustling through the trees. And yet the air had grown ominous and oppressive. Lizzy deliberately turned away and began walking toward the inn, her hand surreptitiously dipping into her pocket for the small blade she carried for protection.

There! Another step and another. She felt her blood rushing in her ears as fear mixed with anger. She slowed her steps and bent down as if she dropped something. The steps came closer, became bolder, and she listened intently, waiting for them to come close enough. NOW!

Lizzy drew the blade and thrust it under the neck of her would be assailant. Using surprise to her advantage, she threw her weight on the man, toppling him. She quickly forced him to turn face down and keeping the blade at his neck, growled,

"Who are you and why are you following me?"

Chapter 11

Lizzy kept her knee firmly against the stranger's back and arms to keep the large man down. He was gasping for breath against the cobblestones and struggling to free himself from her. She pushed the blade closer, poking him lightly against his neck to emphasize her seriousness.

"I asked you a question!"

"Marian sent me," he gasped out.

"Prove it!"

"There is a note in my left coat pocket. It is from her."

Lizzy gingerly reached for the note and unfolding it, recognized Marian's strong script.

Lizzy, Warrior Princess (I like that),

Robert is always quoting something these days and this time he said something that caught my attention. 'No man is an island.' Chester thinks this is the most obvious thought in the world, but this time I came to agree. I am not at ease with your fending for yourself. My friend Brenton, who carries this letter, is reliable and true. He can help you. I trust him.

Your friend,
Marian

Hearing the paper being refolded, the man grunted, "Can I get up now?"

Lizzy stood up warily and gave the man some distance as he picked himself up off the ground. He was a large man, lean and strong. He kept his back to her for a moment, then turned to face her. That was when she noticed the cloth over his face. It wrapped around his head and over his nose and mouth. Only his eyes were visible and they pierced straight through her. He pulled the hood on his cloak tightly and rubbed his wrists.

"I can see why Robert calls ye the Warrior Princess. She-Devil would have been my guess."

"I take care of myself."

He gave a short laugh, "Aye, that ye do." He looked toward the inn. "I know ye don't trust me yet, and that's a good thing. But I've got to have a spot to eat and ye looks like ye could use some. How about it? Truce?" He held out his hands. Seconds ticked by anxiously as Lizzy considered the offer.

"Truce," she agreed, shaking his hand.

Within minutes, they were settled in a quiet corner of the pub. The barkeep's wife brought them steaming plates of soup, roasted venison and fresh bread. Brenton ordered a pitcher of ale and Lizzy sipped hers while watching as he guzzled his down, still careful to keep his face hidden.

"Why the mask?"

Brenton choked on a bite of food. "Yer direct, I'll give ye that." He took a better bite and said, "I'm a little shy, is all."

"You're a little evasive, I think."

"Look, ye don't get to stay free in my line of work by showing yer face."

Lizzy considered this explanation. "I can't trust someone I can't see."

She cried out suddenly as he grabbed her hand and shoved it under his mask. Beneath her fingers she could feel the twisted, scarred remains of his face. Shuddering with revulsion, she pulled her hand back.

"That's what happened the last time I let someone look at me face," Brenton said quietly. "I don't much care if you like me or not. I promised Marian, I would help you. She's paid me well for it too. And I don't hurt women. So yer safe from me."

Lizzy felt like a heel. "I'm sorry," she said, "I could use some help. My inquiries are getting nowhere."

"That's 'cause you don't know who to ask." He took another swallow of the ale. "We can't be seen together, no one would understand what a lady like you is doing with a man like me. But we gotta be able to talk about what you need from me."

"I will be moving from here to my Uncle's home tomorrow afternoon." Lizzy said, "I would prefer if we kept this our meeting place. Every night at 10."

"If yer staying with family, how will ye be getting out of the house?"

"Leave that to me," Lizzy said, and throughout the meal, explained her mission and plans.

Chapter 12

Lizzy was enthusiastically greeted at the door by the Gardiners.

"Lizzy, my dear! You have grown so thin and yet, so fit and tan!" her aunt exclaimed, throwing her arms around her, "I cannot begin to tell you what a relief it is to see you safe. We worried excessively when you left so suddenly from Derbyshire."

"Indeed, I had thought the worst when we discovered you had gone and Mr. Darcy spoke of your preoccupation," her uncle commented

Lizzy's gaze sprang toward Mr. Gardiner face, "You saw Mr. Darcy?"

"Yes, my dear," Mrs. Gardiner rejoined, "we met him as we were returning from our morning walk. He seemed most anxious and mentioned that he had paid a call earlier only to find you quiet and pensive." She gave Lizzy a curious glance, "He was most attentive to us and genuinely concerned for you when we found you gone."

Lizzy could not find any appropriate comment that would not reveal the depths of pain the mention of Darcy brought. She quickly squashed down her emotions and moved to another topic as the party made themselves comfortable in the parlour.

"What is known of Lydia?"

Mr. Gardiner sighed heavily, "Lizzy, I am very sorry to say that we are not one iota closer to discovering her whereabouts. Neither your father or I came to any good information. Wickham has effectively concealed every evidence of his residence in London. I have queried every innkeeper in town, and none will admit to having seen him. I must say that I am relieved that your father has returned to Longbourn. I do not wish to give you pain, but he was remorseful to the point of inaction."

"I can well believe it, sir," Lizzy admitted seriously, "I love my father dearly, as you know. But hindsight has never been enough of a motivation for him."

Mrs. Gardiner placed her hand over Lizzy's, "I'm afraid there is more bad news. The only pieces of information we could find were the massive debts Wickham left in Meryton, London, and now Brighton as well. There were many creditors who were not so pleasant to receive our inquiries. I fear this is the primary cause of Wickham's going into hiding. I can only pray that he has married Lydia in the meantime."

Lizzy snorted in disgust, "I sincerely doubt that. What incentive does he have to marry her? Who indeed would want to tie themselves for a lifetime to so witless a girl as Lydia."

"You are being severe upon your sister," Mr. Gardiner replied. "While we are not a rich family, we would have been able to provide Wickham with some financial relief if he had married Lydia. The risk otherwise is too great. I cannot comprehend it."

"We cannot comprehend it because we credit him with the morals and expectations we claim for ourselves, Uncle," Lizzy said forcefully, "I can give him no more credit than to do exactly what would bring the greatest comfort to himself and himself alone. He has made no secret of his wish to marry into money. I cannot suppose him to have reversed that goal. Thus, Lydia must be to him no more than an afterthought."

Lizzy looked down at her hands as they twisted a handkerchief brutally, "I know I am being very critical of my sister. But my hindsight is not perfectly comfortable either. I saw many instances of her indiscreet behavior, many events that have embarrassed Jane and me. Indeed, I find myself as much to blame as my parents. I should have been more attentive in curbing her. I have grown to believe, and it is a painful thought, that she has willingly gone off with Wickham without regard for her reputation or that of her family. It never mattered before…it will not matter to her now."

Mrs. Gardiner stilled Lizzy's anxious hands with her own, "Elizabeth, do not castigate yourself. Lydia is certainly old enough to make decisions. You and Jane are exemplary examples of discretion and good taste. You are not at fault."

Lizzy stared into the concerned faces of her Aunt and Uncle. These were two people in whom sense and taste converged well, in whose judgment she could rely. Perhaps there was room for them in her plans. At that moment, Lizzy did not want to feel so alone in quest.

"Aunt, Uncle…" Lizzy began tentatively, "I must ask you to listen very carefully and to not be angry with me." She watched them exchange worried glances. "Do not be alarmed, please, I am well, but I have not been entirely honest regarding my whereabouts this month past."

"You have been entirely evasive, I would say," her Uncle said half-jokingly.

Lizzy smiled wanly, "Yes and I apologize. When I first received Jane's letter in Lambton, I was overcome with anger at Lydia and Wickham. I wanted to run after them and knock sense into their heads. I have never been so out of control. All I could think of was that I could not bear to wait on others to act on our behalf. I had to seize control if I could. So without any real course or plan, I set off for London."

Lizzy sighed deeply, "I readily admit that my flight to London was ill planned. But on the road to London, I met some very unusual people…people I can now call friends. They…helped me see my way through this crisis and helped me to forge a way to fix it. I regret any pain my absence may have caused. But I do not regret what I have learned and the actions I have embarked upon to discover my sister and ensure the family's name."

Mr. Gardiner looked on with fatherly reprobation, "What have you been up to, Lizzy."

"The specifics I cannot tell you," Seeing him ready to exclaim, she quickly added, "Please, I ask that you trust that I would not add to the situation. I want as quick a resolution as can be found. All I can say is that my plan and my methods have been … unconventional."

Again, the couple exchanged glances for a long moment. Lizzy waited in silence for the inevitable questions.

"We have never questioned the sense of your actions in the past," Mrs. Gardiner finally managed, "but I must say that your secrecy worries us extremely. If your plan is so unconventional that it must be kept secret…" she trailed off, waving her hands expressively.

"I promise to tell you as much as I can, when I can," Lizzy said. "I have made a contact in London through my friends. I trust him, but he is not someone we would normally associate with. Uncle, please believe me that once they are found there will be much my family will need of you. If I can find them, will you help?"

"Without question!" He replied, "But Lizzy, really… your safety is paramount here!"

"I can take care of myself," Lizzy said with confidence, "Do you trust me?"

Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner continued to look worried. "We cannot stop you, of course. But if there is ever any danger, please look to us for help. There is no need to shoulder the burden alone."

The relief this answer brought was tremendous and despite the misgivings of the couple, a feeling of teamwork suffused the room.

Chapter 13

Having secured the Gardiners' support, Lizzy kept her appointment with Brenton that night. She retrieved Breeze and rode her through London back to the inn. Already waiting for her in the pub, Brenton had secured a quiet corner for them to speak.

"I'm surprised to see ye, miss," he said. "Seems ye can handle yer relatives all right."

"I chose to tell them some but not all of my intentions," Lizzy replied. "I cannot tell you what a relief it is to have SOME family members with sense, taste, and trustworthiness."

"Only some?"

Lizzy smiled rather painfully. "I have been criticized in the past for having embarrassing relatives. I wouldn't mind it so much if the criticism wasn't well deserved. But we do not have the liberty of choosing our relations and with all their faults, I do love them."

Brenton did not respond to this, merely nodding. "What have ye found from yer Uncle?"

"It seems Wickham is up to his ears in debts in at least three counties. As to his whereabouts, my uncle has inquired at all the inns and lodges and received no information."

Brenton laughed shortly, "He doesn't know where to look. Or whom to ask."

"What do you know?"

"Wickham apparently has a friend by the name of Mrs. Younge. She owns a boarding house this side of town. I fancy she would either have put them up or knows where they are."

"Mrs. Younge!" Lizzy cried, "How could I have forgotten?"

"Ye know her?"

"Not personally, but I did hear of her connection with Wickham some time ago." Lizzy saw Brenton lean over conspiratorially. "Never mind what or how. It isn't relevant."

Brenton threw up his hands in acquiescence. "Ye want me to pay a call to Mrs. Younge."

"I think we both should."

"Now miss, this ain't no good part of town," Brenton said.

Lizzy laughed at Brenton's concern, "Shall I wrestle you to the ground again?"

Brenton grunted in amusement, "Nay, I'm still picking gravel out of me forehead. But if yer going, ye do the talking. I'll just be the muscle."

"Well then, no time like the present. Let's be off."

The road to Mrs. Younge's establishment was crowded with street urchins and other derelicts. Even on horseback, Lizzy and Brenton were accosted by people of all sizes begging for alms, food, shelter, anything. It was with relief that they arrived at the boarding house fairly quickly. Brenton banged on the door and pushed his way in as a terrified Mrs. Younge and her maid tried to bar his entrance. Lizzy quietly slipped into the door and shut it behind her.

"You must be Mrs. Younge." She said to the woman who nodded slowly. "It seems that you have some information that I need."

Mrs. Younge's eyes nervously darted from Lizzy to Brenton and back again. Brenton crossed his arms casually, blocking all routes to other rooms or the outside. "I don't know anything miss. I just keep this boarding house."

"Well a boarding house by definition must have occupants," Lizzy rejoined. "And perhaps a Mr. Wickham has passed your way a time or two."

Mrs. Younge turned away quickly for a brief moment. "I don't know any Wickhams, mum. And I don't have any borders with that name now either."

Lizzy walked around until she was face to face with Mrs. Younge. The woman daringly smirked into Lizzy's face as they stared at each other. Lizzy smiled back in challenge and looked at Brenton. "Leave us," she said to him, "and take her with you." She said indicating the maid. Brenton hesitated for a brief moment before escorting the maid outside.

Mrs. Younge had the grace to look a little alarmed at the sudden change. Lizzy bided her time, removing her gloves and throwing off her cloak, revealing the sword at her hip. "Mrs. Younge, do me the courtesy of telling the truth. I know all about your history with Mr. Wickham. You were in Derbyshire. You were in Ramsgate. I want to know where he is and I want that information NOW!"

Mrs. Younge flinched as Lizzy raised her voice. "All right, I do know him. But it does not follow that I know where he is in London, if he is in London."

With a speed that surprised them both, Lizzy drew her sword and embedded it into the wooden table at the center of the room. The sword wavered eerily in the air as the sharp tip wedged itself into the wooden slab. Mrs. Younge stood open-mouthed as Lizzy came within an inch of her face. "Do NOT trifle with me, madam." She hissed.

Lizzy stepped back and looked about the room with studied curiosity. "You speak like an educated woman, Mrs. Younge. It must be terrible to be forced into this livelihood. Perhaps your guests cannot pay you what you need to maintain it."

She saw the spark of interest in Mrs. Younge's eyes as the woman asked, "What do you mean, miss?"

Lizzy reached into her purse without breaking eye contact with Mrs. Younge. She laid a single coin next to the quivering sword. "Where is Mr. Wickham?"

Mrs. Younge looked slightly skeptical, "This place needs a lot of maintaining."

Lizzy placed three more coins, "Where is he?"

Mrs. Younge looked at her fingers with studied intensity. Lizzy placed two more coins on the table and her hand on the hilt of the sword. "This game is growing tiresome."

Mrs. Young quickly snatched the coins and pocketed them. Within minutes, Lizzy was back outside with Brenton, wrapping her cloak about her shoulders and concealing the sword once again. The terrified maid scurried around Brenton and into the house with a small yelp of relief. Brenton laughed quietly as they mounted their horses.

"Well, miss?" he asked.

"Wickham is in the Sharpspurr Inn," Lizzy said with satisfaction.

Brenton nodded and Lizzy imagined she could almost see a smile from under his mask. "I am impressed. I thought ye'd be in there with her longer. Ye did well, very well indeed."

Lizzy laughed as they set off for Sharpspurr, "You were quite effective yourself. You made yourself very ominous indeed. I liked that." She nudged Breeze ahead of Brenton's mount as the street narrowed.

"Are ye flirting with me, miss?" Brenton teased.

Lizzy laughed as she slid him a backward glance, "Don't flatter yourself."

"Too bad," he said so softly she almost didn't catch it, "I might've enjoyed it."

Chapter 14

The Sharpspurr Inn was not far from Mrs. Younge's boarding house. Lizzy shuddered at the mere thought of her sister taking up permanent lodgings in this part of town. Indeed, next to Mrs. Younge's establishment, the inn looked shabby and decrepit. Several drunks were carousing on the street with their women. Dirty children clamored for alms or dozed on steps. Lizzy noticed that Brenton was riding closer to her than he ever had before. As she grew accustomed to him, Lizzy found that she did not mind his odd protectiveness. Marian had chosen him well.

"This looks like the place, miss," he said.

They dismounted and Lizzy took a moment to gather her breath and her courage. She felt a light touch on her arm. Brenton was bending over her in concern.

"If ye prefer, miss, I can go up there alone."

Lizzy smiled at him, "No. I need to do this. After so many weeks of thinking and expecting this moment, I cannot turn away now. I am just praying I have courage enough."

"You have more than enough." Brenton said softly. Together they ascended the steps and walked into the empty lobby of the inn. Brenton took the initiative and asked the sleepy innkeeper for Wickham's room. The man looked in his book, "There ain't no one here wi' that name, guv."

"Try Bennet," Lizzy suggested.

"Aye, here it is," the man said, pointing at his registry, "George Bennet, room 6. I thinks I saw him go down to the pub tonight. His missus is still upstairs. First time 'e's been out o' that room in weeks. I thinks they had an argument of sorts."

Lizzy exchanged glances with Brenton as they headed up the stairs. Quietly they crept into the rooms shared by Lydia and Wickham. Lizzy was incensed, George Bennet indeed! Blackguard! It was no longer a mystery as to how they stayed so well hidden. She motioned for Brenton to stay in the outer rooms as she entered the bedroom.

Lydia lay sprawled on the bed, the sheets tangled awkwardly around her wanton posture. She snored audibly and shifted once or twice restlessly. For a brief, amused moment, Lizzy smiled at the thought of Wickham having to fight for space on the small, cramped bed. A single thin sheet on one of chairs was evidence enough for her that his interest in her sister had already begun to wane.

Knowing her sister's ability to sleep through the largest of disasters, Lizzy hurriedly straightened Lydia's limbs and wrapped her securely in a thick blanket. She stuffed several gowns and slippers haphazardly into a satchel and went outside to address Brenton.

"He's not here," she whispered, "But Lydia is and I have prepared her to come away with us."

"She's agreed?" Brenton asked in amazement.

Lizzy smiled mischievously, "I never asked her. She can sleep through just about anything, so I'd wager she won't kick up a fuss until we're on horseback." Brenton shook his head, bemused. "Brenton, I cannot allow Lydia to see me like this. We were talking about family indiscretions earlier. Well, this is the one most likely to destroy my reputation if my activities here are revealed."

Brenton turned away and paced for a spell. "It's never been my way to gag and blindfold a lady, but I can see no other way."

Lizzy looked distressed. Despite the circumstances, she did not want to be the cause of terror and pain for her sister. Brenton regarded her silently, awaiting her decision.

"There seems little choice." Lizzy decided, sighing heavily. "Perhaps we can hire a carriage to take her to my Uncle's home in a reasonably fast pace."

Brenton nodded, "I will arrange it with the innkeeper. Prepare your sister."

Lizzy called after Brenton as he walked to the door, "Compensate him well for his silence and make sure he keeps Wickham here through tomorrow. I cannot imagine coming back here tonight and making sense with a drunken man." Brenton nodded his agreement and left the room.

Lizzy walked back into the bedroom, gathering some of Lydia's ribbons to make a good blindfold. She stood for a few moments beside the bed and regarded her sister. "If you could only comprehend what you have forced me into, stupid girl," Lizzy whispered with melancholy in her voice. She felt rather than heard Brenton's presence behind her. "She will like awaken once the gag is on." She whispered. Brenton nodded.

Gently, she raised her sister to a sitting position and tied the blindfold firmly. Lydia began to squirm in her sleep. Moving quickly, Brenton took Lizzy's place and held onto the still sleeping girl. Inhaling deeply, Lizzy quickly tied the gag and winced as Lydia snapped awake and started trying to scream.

She looked at Brenton, helplessly, as he leaned close to Lydia's ear and growled, "Now don't play rough. It don't have to be rough." Lydia began to whimper as Brenton hauled her up as gently as he could and strode down the stair and out onto the street.

Lizzy hurried after him, relieved that a carriage was indeed awaiting them outside with a worried innkeeper. She settled Brenton and Lydia in the carriage and murmured to the driver, "Gracechurch Street … as quickly as you can!" The carriage set off in haste.

The innkeeper watched as Lizzy tied Brenton's mount to Breeze and pulled herself up onto the saddle. "Miss, I don't like this. This may be a rough part of town, but I ain't no criminal. I run an honest shop."

Lizzy wanted the man's full cooperation for a couple more days and quickly sought to squelch his fears. "The lady is my sister and much too young to be living with Mr. Bennet as he calls himself. My associate has compensated you for any inconvenience. I will be back tomorrow to collect your other tenant." Sounds from the pub down the street, the one where Wickham was spending some time, came across to them. Lizzy turned back to the innkeeper, "I doubt he will be in any shape to trouble you when he returns tonight."

She set off after the carriage, catching up fairly quickly. She spied Brenton trying to calm a whimpering and squirming Lydia and wished the carriage had wings. It seemed like an eternity before they arrived at the Gardiner home.

Lizzy knew that her Aunt and Uncle would be waiting up. They had still expressed several concerns and misgivings as she left for her rendezvous with Brenton. But she was ready for them to be pleasantly surprised. She quickly knocked on the door and was startled as it was flung open by her Aunt.

"Lizzy! We have been so worried!" Mrs. Gardiner cried. Lizzy placed her index finger against her lips to ask for silence and indicated a struggling Brenton and Lydia. Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner were astonished to see the large man carrying their bound and gagged niece.

"I could not allow Lydia to see me like this! We tried to make this as painless as possible," Lizzy whispered urgently, "Please put Lydia in my room for now, she will be frantic."

Mrs. Gardiner led the way into Lizzy's room and Brenton deposited his charge on the bed and quickly retreated. Lizzy gathered more suitable attire for herself before exiting the room and closing the door. Her last glance was of Mrs. Gardiner removing the restraints from the frightened girl. It was not long before a half angry scream filled the air.

Brenton and Mr. Gardiner were wincing at the sound as they regarded each other silently. Her Uncle was staring at Brenton suspiciously. Lizzy was quick to make introductions.

"Uncle, may I present my friend, Mr. Brenton. My Uncle, Mr. Gardiner." She said. "Mr. Brenton has been critical in finding Lydia so quickly. He made some expenditure on our behalf tonight, could you…" Lizzy trailed off.

"Yes, of course," said the still scowling Mr. Gardiner, showing Brenton into his study. Lizzy hurried to another empty room to change into more appropriate attire. She was still adjusting some pins in her hair as she hurried down the stairs toward the study. But both Brenton and Mr. Gardiner were already standing the foyer of the house, Brenton looking as if he were ready to bolt. Both men looked up at her approach and Brenton's eyes widened at her changed appearance. Mr. Gardiner, with a decidedly shell shocked expression on his face, shook Brenton's hand before hurrying back to his study.

Lizzy was amazed at her Uncle's behavior, but perhaps she had grown more accustomed to Brenton than she realized. She turned to him now only to find him regarding her with some intensity.

"Will you take some refreshment," she said somewhat awkwardly, unsure of how to act under what should be normal circumstances for her.

Brenton shook his head, breaking his intense stare. "I must go…it's late."

Lizzy walked with him to the front door, "I cannot begin to thank you for your help tonight. Did my Uncle repay you?"

"We came to an understanding," was his enigmatic reply. "Don't thank me yet, there is more to do tomorrow. I will see you then?"

"Yes, but this time at dusk," Lizzy replied, "I don't want Wickham to flee somewhere else." They were now standing on the steps of the Gardiner house.

He agreed and turned to her. She looked up at him and wondered at his strangeness. Unexpectedly, his gloved hand came up to her face and trailed one finger down her cheek.

"You clean up rather well, miss," he said softly, withdrawing his touch before she could react. He suddenly seemed embarrassed and he hurried away on his horse without another word. Lizzy rubbed her hand against her cheek, still feeling his touch. It had been unexpected, but not unpleasant. There was now one more issue for her to contemplate.

Chapter 15

All throughout the next day, the Gardiner's home was filled with Lydia's incessant demands. After her initial distress, Lydia had quickly recovered from her abduction and now took great delight in relaying the gruesome details to anyone and everyone who had ears. She began to speak of Brenton in such ominous terms as to drive the Gardiner children to fretful tears. Lizzy lost count of the number of times she had rolled her eyes as she and Aunt Gardiner attempted to reason with Lydia.

"Lydia, you must see how your actions have grieved our parents and sisters," Lizzy said forcefully. "For goodness sake, how blind can you be."

Lydia laughed and leaned back on the parlour chair with studied languidness. "There, it is as I always thought," She said smugly, "You envy me, Lizzy. Don't deny it. You are so jealous that Wickham tired of your moralizing and turned to someone with more passion and verve!"

"I would scarcely find my morals an equal trade for George Wickham!"

Lydia sighed dramatically before turning to her aunt, "These inexperienced girls have no concept of how well being a wife can suit us."

Mrs. Gardiner blanched at her niece's implication before replying, "Lydia, please maintain some semblance of decorum while in my home."

Lydia's mind was already turning to other things however and her happy countenance did not admit the reproof in her aunt's statement. "Where is my dear one? He must be worried sick about me." Lydia began to laugh, "Oh LA! He will laugh when he hears what it took to tear me away from him. TWO masked men, a gag and a blindfold!"

"If your eyes were covered, how do you know there were two? How do you know they were even masked?" Lizzy asked contemptuously. Lizzy had the guilty satisfaction of seeing Lydia looked piqued.

"You shouldn't talk if you weren't there, Lizzy!" Lydia said with annoyance. "I was the object being hauled about! NOT YOU!"

Lizzy smirked, which served to irritate her sister more, and Mrs. Gardiner sought to end the squabble.

"Lydia, I still do not understand how you could even contemplate eloping with Mr. Wickham! And why did you not proceed to Gretna Green if marriage was indeed both your intentions."

"My husband-to-be," Lydia stressed with self-aggrandizement, "has important business to conclude here in London before we could be married. Oh! In my mind, I pictured red roses filling the church at Longbourn and a row of officers with their sabers drawn, as my Wickham and I walked arm in arm out of the church. Man and Wife!"

"Are you married?" Lizzy asked.

"Not yet."

"You have been living with a man as his wife for near two months! And there has been no wedding ceremony to speak of?" Lizzy almost roared. "Stupid girl! Do you really believe that this man will marry you now?"

Lydia looked at her sister in disbelief, "Of course he will, he promised! When we first arrived in London, he said we would have to delay the wedding for his business." She began to inspect her fingers proudly, "It was I who said, 'Now or a month from now, it does not signify as long as we are together always!' He was ever so grateful to me!"

"I'll bet he was," Lizzy snorted.

"Lizzy, I believe your uncle wanted to speak to you in the library," Mrs. Gardiner interrupted. Lizzy looked at her aunt for a long moment, and reading her wish for solitary discussion with Lydia, acquiesced and went to the library.

Mr. Gardiner looked up expectantly as Lizzy entered the room. She shut the door and threw herself into a chair close to his desk. Mr. Gardiner regarded her with some humor.

"How is the interrogation of the prisoner proceeding?"

"The prisoner is in blissful ignorance of any wrong doing." Lizzy said with asperity. "She persists in believing that she was in the right! I must have been dreaming that this child was raised in the same home I was! She seems to have been hatched in a cave for all her social mores!"

Mr. Gardiner lifted several sheets of paper of his desk, "Then perhaps she is well matched with Wickham. Here are all his debts and they are extensive! He must have come from the same cave as your sister."

"How did you come by a tally of his debts, Uncle?"

"Your friend, Brenton. Apparently, he had concerns that Wickham would have fled with Lydia out of the way. I believe he has encamped himself at the inn."

Lizzy smiled, oddly comforted that Brenton cared enough to take such measures. She leaned forward to look at the figures on her uncle's desk and gasped aloud.

"Uncle! How are we to pay half such a sum?"

Her uncle waived her concerns. "It must be done and it will be. I have already made arrangements to settle his London and Brighton debts and will shortly write to your father regarding the Meryton merchants demanding payment."

Lizzy was mortified, "How can we ever repay you?"

Mr. Gardiner looked surprised, "Repay me? Nay, nay…let us not talk of this now. You did the courageous thing and brought your sister home. Let us work now to put Wickham at a point where he will marry her. We can split hairs about the cost to ourselves later."

But Lizzy continued to look concerned until Mr. Gardiner came around the desk to take both her hands in his. "My dear girl, we may have Lydia with us again, but her reputation is still tarnished. Only her marriage to that cad will suffice. I am afraid that I must rely on you and your associate, Mr. Brenton, to bring that about this evening."

Seeing Lizzy nod thoughtfully, Mr. Gardiner continued, "Ahem…now I must mention this once so I can feel at ease. I want you to understand that I have found Mr. Brenton helpful and discreet in his association with us. However, I find him a trifle alarming, my dear, and I cannot help worry when I see you ride off with him."

Lizzy smiled at her uncle, "I was alarmed myself at first. He had a letter of introduction from a dear friend. She stated every confidence in him. Now that we have worked together, I feel the utmost respect for him and his abilities. He had been an able friend, indeed."

"But why the mask?"

Lizzy looked down, saddened at the need to reveal this to her relations, "His face is scarred. He did not mention how, but his disfigurement pains him so he wears the mask. I have found that I hardly notice it now. His kindness and intelligence have supplanted the need to see a handsome face."

Her uncle listened speculatively. After a short silence, he nodded, "Your aunt and I have never been misled by your judgment before. But take care. He is a good man to be sure, but he is not from within our society. A single, careless slip may ruin YOUR reputation as well as Lydia's."

On cue, Lizzy and her uncle heard Lydia running down the hallway outside, laughing without a care and calling for her aunt to take her shopping for wedding clothes.

Lizzy impatiently spent the rest of the day pacing the house and avoiding her sister. There were many times when she wished she could shake sense into her sister's silly head. But she squelched the urge each time, storing it up inside for her confrontation with Wickham.

She pleaded a headache and excused herself from dinner that night, preferring to change her clothes and slip away on Breeze. She would be at the inn early. She was, however, gratified that Brenton would be waiting for her when she arrived. She looked forward to seeing him again.

Chapter 16

Lizzy arrived at the inn just in time to see the innkeeper bringing a tray of food into Wickham's room.

"How has your guest fared today, sir?" She inquired.

The innkeeper shrugged, "Ain't seen him, miss. He came back just after dawn, all drink and no balance. He ain't been out of his room since. Your alarming friend has been up there for most of the day and there ain't been a peep till he asked for some supper."

Lizzy took the tray from the man with a smile and walked into the room. There was no sign of Wickham at all. Brenton was slouched on one chair with his feet on another. She thought he was asleep for a brief moment until he growled, "Put it on the table, man!"

Lizzy did as she was bid and replied with humor, "Don't I at least get a tip?"

At the sound of her voice, Brenton jumped up off the chair, sending it crashing to the floor. They both winced and waited in silence for any sign of movement from the bedroom. Brenton motioned for Lizzy to be silent as he straightened the chair and crept to peer into the bedroom. He shook his head at her and drew another chair for her close to the meal. Lizzy took off her cloak and scabbard and began to serve the meal in two plates. They spoke in low tones.

"That man has been asleep all day," Brenton said. "Apparently he went on some kind of bender last night."

"Spending an excessive amount of time with Lydia will do that to anyone."

Brenton guffawed, "Had ye thrown for a loop, eh?"

"There is no reasoning with her. I'm amazed that we share the same parents. Although I suppose she is quite like my mother." Lizzy sighed, "I must learn to curb my tongue. It will not do to openly criticize my parents or my sisters."

Brenton laid a hand on her arm, "Ye have only ever spoken the truth as I can tell. And ye need not fear any indiscretions from me. I am your friend, not your family's"

Lizzy smiled at him, "You have done so much to help me. My uncle informed me of your visit earlier today. I do not know how to thank you or repay you."

Brenton nodded and said nothing. Lizzy, who felt she was beginning to know his moods, took this to mean some slight embarrassment on his part. She did not pursue the subject of repayment. There would be time enough when their business was concluded. They continued their meal silently, each comfortable with their own thoughts. With Wickham still silent, they both leaned back on their chairs to talk while Brenton drank his ale.

"What happens for ye after this, miss?" He asked curiously.

"I slide back into the life of obscurity in the country, I suppose."

"Could ye go back to that strict life after all this excitement?"

"I would love it," Lizzy laughed, "I can't say that this experience has not been liberating. But all the work I had to do to get to this point. Well, you probably are well aware of how demanding Marian can be."

"Aye," Brenton said, "She is determined when her mind is set. Chester seemed very taken with you, as well."

Lizzy laughed, "He insisted on my learning to ride Breeze and gaining a battle cry. I have enough bruises to prove it!"

Brenton leaned toward her, "Is there no one who could persuade you to return to them...us?"

Lizzy was at a loss to respond. She could not meet his eyes, embarrassed at the implications of his question. Brenton sensed her withdrawal and moved away. "No, I suppose not."

A tense silence descended on them for a moment. Brenton watched the ale splash around his tankard as he swirled it around. "I suppose ye would go home like the lady ye are. Fall in love with some rich man and marry him. And he would be none the wiser of your adventures."

Lizzy looked away, suddenly pained as Mr. Darcy's face flashed before her, "There is little likelihood of that. I doubt I shall ever come across a man willing to take me with so tarnished a family and with so little dowry."

"Ye have little faith in men, I think."

Lizzy smiled wanly, "I am, as always, practical about my prospects."

"And ye want me to believe there was never anyone who took notice of ye?" Brenton asked, "Never anyone who asked for yer hand?" He watched Lizzy look away and frown. "Don't turn yer head, miss. I can see it in yer eyes. There was a man!"

"Yes."

"And he wanted to marry ye?"

"He did."

"And ye refused him?"

Lizzy shut her eyes tightly before whispering, "Twice."

Brenton exhaled loudly. "Ye didn't love him, then."

Unable to face his question anymore, Lizzy got up and stood staring out the windows on the street below. She could feel Brenton watching her expectantly as she picked up her sword. Motioning to her attire, she said, "Do I look like a gentleman's wife?"

"Maybe not in that," Brenton agreed, "But I seen ye last night, ye were a right lady then. But ye didn't answer my question. Did ye love him? Or perhaps he didn't love ye?"

Lizzy could not stop the hurt expression on her face from showing at the suggestion that Darcy's affection was not real. Brenton leaned back pensively, "Aye, that smarted, didn't it?"

Lizzy sought control over her emotions and rationalization over her decisions. "Love is not enough sometimes. To have become his wife would have meant to be a credit to him. He was very clear that my family embarrassed him. His seeing me like this..." she trailed off, swallowing painfully, "it was like hearing a death knell on my hopes."

Brenton did not respond to this statement. Lizzy put down the sword and reseated herself. He looked away, giving her time to regain her dignity and composure.

"I pried too hard, miss, I apologize," He said. "But don't lose heart. I have heard it said that those who have loved once can learn to love again. I have high hopes for ye."

Lizzy wanted to turn the tables on him. "And you, sir? Have you ever been in love?"

"Aye...once."

"And did she return your affections?"

"I don't know yet. Our story's not done," Brenton met Lizzy's eyes directly, "But I'm working on it."

Lizzy stared at him, unable to fathom his meaning. She opened her mouth to ask another question but stopped at the sound of the bedroom door opening.

Chapter 17

Lizzy and Brenton both sprang to their feet as Wickham stumbled out of the bedroom. He did not see them as he stumbled toward the table with the remnants of their meal. With one hand holding his head, he poured a cup of ale and drank it down thirstily. Brenton crossed his arms in amusement when Wickham turned around and dropped his tankard in fright.

"Miss Bennet!" He slurred, attempting his usual smoothness. "It is an honor and a pleasure, indeed. Have you come to see your dear sister? I'm afraid she's not in, I don't know where she is this morning." He bowed awkwardly.

"I have already seen Lydia. She is safe in my uncle's home."

"Good, good. 'Scuse me for a moment." Wickham stumbled toward a wash basin where he splashed cool water on his face. Quickly, Brenton strode forward and grabbed Wickham by the collar, lifting him slightly off the ground while he whispered into his ear. Wickham's spine straightened as if he had been shot and Lizzy could only imagine what choice phrases Brenton had used to gain such an effect. When Wickham turned to face her again, he was red faced and sober and she was wearing her sword.

Wickham was agog at the sight of the weapon and did not resist when Brenton pushed him into a chair and silently stood behind him. Lizzy took this as her cue to speak.

"Mr. Wickham, you have taken great pains to harm my family of late."

"The elopement was your sister's idea!"

"You agreed to the plan. And yet now, after two months of intense searching, I find you and her unmarried still."

Wickham looked archly at her, "I had business to conduct."

"That is a weak excuse."

"Perhaps I was waiting for you," he smirked. Brenton slapped his head from behind. Wickham's head jerked forward and he took great pains to appear dignified as he leaned back on the chair.

"Mr. Wickham, I suggest you take my associate and I VERY seriously. I have been authorized by my uncle to discuss a marriage settlement with you." Lizzy saw Mr. Wickham fidget and intoned. "Resign yourself to this marriage, sir. I assure you that I will bring it about one way or another."

Looking at her, Mr. Wickham said, "Very well. But if we are discuss family business, then I request that your associate here leave the room. He is not entitled to know my business and I resent his rough treatment. You would not wish your future brother in law to appear bruised before a minister would you?"

Lizzy stared hard at the soldier and ignored Brenton's rapid, negative shake of his head. Finally she motioned for Brenton to leave them. Brenton hesitated for a fraction of a second.

"I'll be right outside with my ear on the door, miss," he said. He pointed a finger at Wickham, "Don't get any ideas."

Wickham waited for Brenton to close the door behind him before standing up and pouring himself a glass of wine. "You surprise me, Miss Elizabeth, you have friends in all levels of society."

Lizzy ignored his taunts and threw down a sheet of paper before him. "This is the agreement in full, Wickham. My uncle and father will assume the payment of your debts in London, Brighton and Meryton. In addition, you and my sister will be granted her share of estate inheritance and a subsidy during my father's lifetime. Fifty pounds per annum."

"FIFTY POUNDS?" Wickham laughed, "Is that all? You must be joking."

"You should have been more selective."

"I still can be," Wickham said, "There are many rich, eligible ladies in the north. A few small compliments and sigh or two and they will fall. As easily as you!"

"You over estimate yourself. Mary King did not fall."

Wickham snorted. "She was a twit to listen to her uncle. If left to herself, we would already have been married and I would have been a rich man."

"And Lydia would not have been trifled with, I know. But this is not the time for reminiscence. The facts are that you ran away with a very young woman whose family is now holding you accountable for your deeds. You will marry my sister."

Wickham picked up the agreement and pretended to read the fine detail. "And what are we to live on besides the fifty pounds."

"Perhaps you should consider other means of employment besides seducing children and gambling."

He sneered at her, "Would you speak so if discovered by your precious father dressed in that attire?" He looked back down at the agreement. "A thousand pounds at your father's death? Tell me, Miss Bennet, is your father in health?"

Lizzy drew her sword and pointed it to Wickham's neck. They stared at each other for long tense moments, neither willing to back down. She brought the blade closer to his skin, "Until this moment, I had never understood the desire to harm another being." She watched Wickham gulp as he realized he had pushed her too far. "Sign the agreement." He hesitated. She pushed the tip of the blade against his throat, "sign it."

He gingerly stretched for a quill on the table. Lizzy stepped back a pace without lowering her sword.

"And employment after the marriage?" He still dared to ask.

Lizzy shrugged non-committally, "I will speak to my uncle. Be grateful for what you have today." She did not lower the sword as he signed and handed the agreement back to her. She took the paper with her free hand and inspected it quickly. Satisfied, she lowered the sword and Wickham rubbed his neck warily.

Lizzy rolled the paper and stuffed it into her pocket. "Oh, there is ONE more thing." Wickham strained away from the blade as she raised it back toward his neck. "If you ever mention this meeting to anyone, including Lydia," she lowered the blade down the length of his torso suggestively, "I will cut you where it doesn't grow back."

She took her cloak and left the room, startling Brenton who had been pacing restlessly outside of the door. Brenton watched as she sheathed her sword and donned her cloak.

"Is it done?"

Lizzy nodded and showed Brenton the signed agreement. She smiled with immense satisfaction as Brenton laughed and squeeze his arm. "I have one last request of you."

"Anything, miss."

"Make sure he makes it to the wedding."

Brenton's eyes gleamed as he looked at the closed door behind Lizzy, "With pleasure!"

Lizzy went home to relay the happy news to her family.

Chapter 18

The wedding was arranged with appropriate alacrity. Lydia, always ebullient, could now scarcely contain her glee at being addressed as Mrs. Wickham. Her constant boasting sent Lizzy scurrying from the room in disgust which unwittingly adding to the idea that she was indeed envious of her sister.

Mr. Gardiner, though incensed at Wickham's further request for employment, quickly saw that it would secure Lydia's comfort for at least some time. Respecting his brother-in-law's wishes, he had arranged for the couple to travel directly to the north after the wedding without first stopping at Longbourn. This produced a letter from Mrs. Bennet of such virulence that Lizzy had cause to feel ashamed of her. By Jane's own reports, Mrs. Bennet had quickly recovered her spirits after news of the wedding reached them and was already engaged in boasting of a daughter married to the Meryton neighbors.

Lydia's wedding was held in St. Christopher's Chapel on a bright October morning. The air was just beginning to grow crisp as autumn leaves lined the streets with their auburn offerings. Although she loathed the role, Lizzy played a happy bridesmaid for her sister and did not offer a single word to Wickham, despite his attempts to engage his "new sister" into conversation. The couple, with a hackney waiting at the door of the chapel, bade their farewells at the end of the short ceremony. Almost in unison, Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner and Lizzy sighed in relief that it was done.

The Gardiners strode out of the chapel, eager to go home and get on with their lives. Lizzy followed more slowly, torn between relief and remorse that her adventures were over. She was to journey home the very next day. A hand on her arm stopped her before exiting the chapel. She looked up in inquiry.

"Brenton!" Lizzy cried, "You were here after all!"

"Aye," He said, "I thought it best that the young lady not see me on her wedding day."

"I can't believe it's finally done. She is married and this nightmare is over."

"Has it been so bad, miss?"

Lizzy smiled at Brenton, "No, not at all. I would never trade knowing Marian, Robert, and Chester. Or you. You have been the best friend of all."

Brenton shuffled his feet, "Miss Lizzy, that night at the inn, do you remember what we spoke of?"

"The night Wickham signed the agreement?"

"Aye," he said, "We spoke of second chances."

"Did we?" Lizzy hedged.

Brenton sighed deeply, "I would not be addressing you this way if I didn't know that we'd probably never see each other again after today." He hesitated for another long moment. "Since we met, I have come to regard ye very highly. I know I am not of your class. But ye are not like anyone else I've ever met. Do you think," again a short pause, "would it ever be possible for you to love a man like me? Scarred and low born and rough to boot?"

Lizzy was stunned. "Brenton, I don't know if my heart will ever be free. But if it were, none of those things you mentioned would stop me." Lizzy was close to tears, "No, I cannot leave it like this. It is so unfair to you. After all you have done."

"I don't want your gratitude, if that is all ye have to offer," Brenton said emotionally. "But I agree. Let's not leave it such a permanent thing. Go home to your family. Go back to your life. If you have changed beyond redemption, you will be restless. Think on what I have said for I will come for you. If you tell me to go, we will never see each other again. Will you let me visit you in a few weeks?"

Lizzy could hear her aunt and uncle calling for her from outside. She needed to get out, breathe in cool air, think. Brenton's words were intoxicating and they touched at the heart of her fears. Would she be content to live her life as it was when she was merely Elizabeth Bennet, gentleman's daughter?

"Longbourn," she finally whispered to Brenton, "Hertfordshire." She hurried out the door before any regret could assail her.

Her journey home was filled with troubling thoughts. She was ill at ease with her new views on life. She felt as if she were returning with unspeakable secrets. Secrets even Jane's kind heart would not understand. For the first time in her life, Elizabeth Bennet was completely alone in the world. She was welcomed back with kisses and open arms. Her father whispered to her of her uncle's compliments as to her conduct and help in finding Lydia. Jane and Kitty were eager for news. Mary was sanguine as always, preferring to keep to her Fordyce's Sermons and playing the pianoforte badly.

Her mother was a true trial on her nerve asking relentless, consecutive questions about every detail of Lydia's wedding. She found Lizzy's reserve hard to bear and bitterly complained of her nerves and mistreatment. Lizzy watched her father roll his eyes, as he had done thousands of times at the mention of her mother's nerves. With prematurely aged eyes, Lizzy observed that the world continued to turn, whether one kept up with it or not.

And the weeks passed.

Chapter 19

"Jane! Jane!" Mrs. Bennet scurried through the household at full volume until she found Jane and Lizzy drying flowers in the kitchen.

"Such news! I can scarce catch my breath!"

"Shall I fetch your smelling salts, Mama?" Jane asked with concern.

Hyperventilating and grabbing the counter for support, Mrs. Bennet waved away the offer and gasped out, "Netherfield...shooting...Mr. Bingley."

The sisters exchanged a bemused glance. Lizzy said with amusement, "Netherfield is shooting Mr. Bingley? He failed to pay his rent?"

Mrs. Bennet recovered with inhuman speed, "Oh hold your tongue, girl. Mr. Bingley has returned at last! He has brought a party of men for some shooting in the grounds. Oh Jane! Here is your chance. I will send your father there at this instant!" With this thought, she scurried off to find the unfortunate Mr. Bennet.

Lizzy had seen Jane's face light up at the mention of Mr. Bingley and wisely kept silent. Jane did not mention if her hopes had been renewed by his reappearance, but her steps were much lighter that day. In contrast, Lizzy feared very much that Mr. Darcy was one of the party. While a part of her wished to see him again, the other trembled at the thought of what his reception of her would be.

Three days passed without a trace of the Netherfield party. Mr. Bennet had held fast to his notion that if the gentlemen were interested in his daughters, it lay on their shoulders to pay a call. Mrs. Bennet spent many a hysterical afternoon trying to convince, coerce, and cajole her husband into another course of action.

That afternoon was no different until Kitty exclaimed from the parlour window, "Mama! He is here!"

The commotion in the room was deafening as the ladies seated themselves to appear most occupied and unconcerned. Within minutes, Hill announced Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy. The gentlemen strode into the room and both Jane and Lizzy winced as their mother greeted Bingley with excessive warmth and his friend with excessive coldness. In her uneasiness, Lizzy concentrated on her needlepoint with a persistence it did not warrant. When she dared to raise here eyes and observe Mr. Darcy, he was either staring at Jane or at nothing at all. There was not trace of the man she encountered at Pemberley or on the London street that faithful night.

Mrs. Bennet soon turned the conversation toward Lydia's wedding. Involuntarily, Lizzy's eyes swept up to Mr. Darcy. He met her gaze with a very pointed look and a slight tightening of his mouth. Mr. Darcy quickly turned his back to the room, preferring to face the window overlooking the gardens.

The gentlemen did not stay long, which, Lizzy though viciously, must have perfectly suited Mr. Darcy's taste. She wondered at his appearance in her home at all. He must have been curious to see if she would brandish her sword in front of her parents! But Mrs. Bennet did not allow the men to leave without a promise to dine with at Longbourn within two days.

Lizzy found the dinner an excruciating event. She made a single attempt to address Mr. Darcy, inquiring after his sister. Mr. Darcy answered very shortly and quickly walked away. Inwardly fuming, Lizzy vowed not to speak to him again unless he made an attempt. He did not. The next day, he left for London.

Bingley became a regular feature at the Bennet household. It was plain to see that he was as enamored with Jane as ever and with the absence of his sisters and his friend, quickly made clear his intentions. Jane was quietly ecstatic. Mrs. Bennet was beside herself with joy, bursting out at every occasion, "FIVE thousand a year! I shall go distracted!"

The letters of congratulations began to flow in as word of the engagement spread. Lizzy was thankful that Jane was no longer deceived by the Bingley sisters and had high expectations that Jane would have a very happy marriage. A week after the engagement was announced, Bingley received a letter of congratulations from Darcy which he shared with Jane and Lizzy. Lizzy felt her heart sink as the letter apologized that Darcy would continue to be absent from Hertfordshire till the day of the wedding.

Every last spark of hope in her heart was fading and Lizzy began to think about Brenton's words. Perhaps she could find a way...

Chapter 20

Lizzy was contemplating the sword and breeches she kept hidden in her closet when a knock came at her door. Quickly shutting it, she bade the knocker to enter and an anxious Jane stepped into the room. It was the night before her wedding and Jane did not think she could sleep.

Lizzy laughed at her sister's nervousness, "But you must rest, dear Jane! It will not do for the bride to be found dozing when the minister asks for your, 'I will.'"

Jane laughed as they settled on Lizzy's bed. "I am the happiest woman alive, Lizzy. My only wish is that you would someday be this happy."

Lizzy smiled sadly as she stroked her sister's hand. Jane did not allow the moment to pass unnoticed. "Lizzy," she said tentatively, "I have not wished to pry, but ever since your return from London, you have been almost desperately unhappy. Both Mr. Bingley and I thought that perhaps it was because of Mr. Darcy."

Lizzy took a long look at her sister. "I have been remiss of late, I suppose. There had been so much occupying my thoughts that hours pass without notice." Lizzy painted her best smile on her face, "But I shall strive to do better for my favorite sister is getting married to quite an agreeable young man. Who could not be happy at such an event?"

"Do not toy with me Lizzy or pretend to be happy when you are not."

Lizzy sighed, "I experienced so many things since I left here for the Lakes with Aunt and Uncle. The whole Lydia fiasco left me with a very sour taste. I would not bother you with the petty details for the world, but I cannot deny that I have changed because of my adventures."

"Adventures?" Jane exclaimed, "For you to use such a word! Oh why are you only hinting of these events now, when it is our last evening to talk like this!"

Lizzy laughed at Jane's exasperation, "My intention was not to throw hints, rather to give what now seems an inadequate explanation. But tonight is not the night for such tales. Tonight, I want to enjoy my sister's company for the last time under this roof and in this room." Lizzy hugged her sister tightly, "I am going to miss you so much."

There was a light dusting of snow on the ground as Jane and Charles Bingley's carriage set off. The entire wedding party stood on the Longbourn grounds and waved an alternately merry and cheerful good-bye. Missing Jane already, Lizzy was nevertheless relieved that the day was over. It had been excruciating standing next to her sister, perfectly capable of seeing Mr. Darcy's implacable face as he played groomsman for Bingley. There had been a brief moment at the end of the ceremony when Darcy and Elizabeth walked together down the aisle after the departing couple. Not a word or a look was exchanged and Lizzy swore that she would not spend her life participating in strained conversations or hostile silences with this man. By necessity, they would come across each other at Bingley functions. But Lizzy was resolved that her attendance would be at a minimum if Darcy was an expected guest.

That night she sat on the windowsill of her room and contemplated the bleakness of her future. Mr. Darcy was lost forever, in her heart she could not blame him. A man twice refused! What presumption that she had ever expected any renewal of his affections. Her plan had worked too well. His affection had sunk to animosity. She did not want to wait and watch it sink further into indifference.

And yet, Brenton had not kept his promise. Perhaps he too was reconsidering their acquaintance...

Conclusion

Several days after Jane's wedding, Mrs. Bennet was exclaiming over some new facet of Netherfield she had discovered. Lizzy pitied poor Jane and Charles Bingley for the daily visits her mother insisted on making to their home. Some visits were excessively early. Already Jane had mentioned that she and Charles were considering a brief trip to London while Caroline Bingley and Mrs. Hurst were removed to Somerset.

"Jane MUST do something about those drapes in the drawing room," Mrs. Bennet announced. "I have just the thing for them!"

"Mrs. Bennet, do your daughter the favor of your absence for a single day," Mr. Bennet said in exasperation.

"What are you talking about? The FAVOR of my ABSENCE, indeed." Mrs. Bennet replied, "There is much about running a home that she does not know. And much more than HUSBANDS are aware of!"

"Be that as it may, I rather think Jane would prefer some solitude with her husband of four days!"

Lizzy could not stomach the growing argument and seeing that familiar glint in Mr. Bennet's eye, exited the room before her mother gave in to hysterics. Every room seemed a prison to her and she longed for the freedom of the outdoors. But Mrs. Bennet was always adamant that Lizzy stay indoors when winter set in, and until today, Lizzy had never found fault with that particular maternal request.

She hurried upstairs and donned the shirt, breeches and boots. She took care to wear the warmest of undergarments and a woolen coat before throwing the concealing cloak over her attire. As she crept downstairs to the front door, she heard her parents spat reach new heights as Kitty and Mary joined the fray. Slipping out the door, she ran down to her favorite haunt, a secluded stretch of land between Longbourn and Meryton.

The air chilled her as it cut through the layers of fabric. In solitude she allowed all her pent up emotions to boil to the surface, bringing hot tears streaming down her cheeks and heaving sobs to her lips. Weakly she leaned against a great old Oak tree for support and her body was wracked with remorse and despair. The sudden sound of horse hooves beating on the moist earth jerked her back to awareness of her surroundings. None of the locals ever passed this way during the winter, unless there was a crisis of some sort. She hid herself behind the tree and watched for the rider, attempting to wipe away traces of her unhappiness.

It seemed an eternity before the thundering hooves yielded the rider to her view. In her happiness, Lizzy exclaimed and ran toward the traveler.

"Brenton! Brenton!"

Brenton reined in his horse tightly to avoid trampling on Lizzy. He sprung lightly down and rushed toward her as quickly as she was running to him.

"Ye have missed me, I think," he said with some humor. "Has country life become too sedate for ye?" He held his mount's reins with one hand and offered Lizzy his arm as they walked together.

She took his arm gratefully, "Life has been unbearably cold for me the last few weeks."

"Is that why ye have been cryin' ?"

Lizzy rubbed her cold cheeks in embarrassment. "I thought you had forgotten me."

Brenton dropped her arm in favor of her hand and held it to his heart. "That I would never do. But what about the other gentleman?"

Another tear rolled down Lizzy's cheek unbidden, "That avenue is closed to me forever."

Brenton stood solemnly, still gripping Lizzy's hand with all his might. "And what about my other question? Could you be with a man of no fortune, no consequence?"

Lizzy faced him proudly, "I am not impressed by wealth or manners, only by intentions and regard for others."

"Will you have me, then? Will you gain your parents approval?"

"I will. And I will find a way."

He drew her close then and whispered, "Close your eyes, my dear Lizzy."

She did as she was bid and heard the mask being removed. Standing blindly she felt his lips graze hers hesitantly. Inexperienced and unsure, she pressed closer to prove her regard for him, reaching up a hand to touch his face.

She gasped as her fingers encountered smooth skin!

"YOU!"

Mr. Darcy stared down at her with a mix of humor and anxiety. "Are you going to scream?" He asked.

She snorted with anger and pushed away from him. "All this time, it was YOU!" She shook her head in disbelief, "But your face…his face…the scars!"

"Dried mud. And I had to resort to this. You would not let me help you any other way."

Lizzy turned away from him, evading his grasp when he would have held her still. "Did you find it amusing? Did you find all the proof you needed of my family's, and my own, inadequacies? I have been a fool!"

"Miss Bennet, please let me explain…"

"There is nothing more to explain. If you meant to humiliate me, sir, you have succeeded quite admirably!"

"HUMILIATE YOU?!" Darcy roared losing all patience. Lizzy was startled into silence, turning to face him as he spoke forcefully. "I did not spend days and weeks covered in MUD in order to HUMILIATE YOU! Why?" he asked her angrily, "Why is it that you are so ready to believe in the goodness of everyone EXCEPT FOR ME?!"

"Brenton was kinder to me that you have ever been," Lizzy offered weakly.

"BRENTON AND I ARE THE SAME MAN!" Darcy shouted.

Another awkward silence descended, widening an already insurmountable gulf between them. Suddenly realizing he had been screaming at the poor girl, Darcy approached her again tentatively. Lizzy flinched back, afraid of speaking or reacting in a way that would seal her fate. Both of them knew this was their final chance to understand each other.

Darcy again took Lizzy's hand in his and said gently, "Please let me explain." He led Lizzy to a small grove where fallen logs provided a stable, if soggy, place to sit.

"After I left you on the street that night, I wandered around London for hours in despair. I could not comprehend your sudden shifts of temper or your determination to solve this on your own. In my daze, I did not realize that I was being followed. The moment I stopped, this body threw itself at me and pinned me to the ground. It was Chester. And he was supremely angry at how I had behaved toward you." Darcy smiled at Lizzy's surprise, "I can see where you learned to defend yourself in his and Marian's company."

"Marian was with him?" Lizzy asked. Darcy nodded then continued his tale.

"She approached once Chester had me good and pinned to the ground. She is quite a woman I must say. She told me in no uncertain terms that I was unworthy of you. She seemed surprised when I agreed with her." He held a finger to Lizzy's lips as she made to protest, "No, let me finish. I spent the next two days in their company. You have loyal friends there, Miss Bennet, they would not sway an inch despite all my vows to assist you in any way possible. Finally, Marian hit upon a plan that seemed to suit us all. It was her idea to disguise me and coach me on dialect and syntax. She gave me the letter to convince you and sent me on my way. And before I left, Chester warned me about your battle cry," Darcy sent Lizzy a playful look, "That is something I still have to encounter, I think. But by all accounts, it is quite powerful."

Lizzy recognized Darcy's attempt to lighten their mood. She resisted the urge to smirk, holding on to her curiosity and anger for just a little longer. "And were you surprised, sir, at your reception when we encountered each other again?"

Darcy did chuckle at this point, "Until that moment, I did not believe in my heart that you would be equal to the task you set before yourself. I will never doubt your strength or courage again, my dear."

But Lizzy remained solemn. "So all that effort with Mrs. Young and Mr. Wickham. It was you who made it all happen. My interference was unnecessary after all."

Darcy looked surprised, "Not at all! I did find them for you, yes. But I cannot imagine what you said and did in my absence from the room. You cannot conceive of the agony waiting outside brought. To know that you were alone, facing an unknown, and I could only wait until you called for help. You never did call, though. You never needed to." Darcy looked up at the sky and sighed, "I will have to ask you one day what you said to Wickham. It made quite an impression on him. He did not resist going to the chapel on the day of the wedding."

"Did he know it was you?" Lizzy saw Darcy shake his head negatively.

A new thought occurred, "Did my uncle know?"

Darcy looked wryly at her, "Yes. I made him swear secrecy and impressed how important finishing this task was for you."

Lizzy was pensive, "So that is why he acquiesced so easily to my riding off with Brenton, I mean, you, every night." Recollecting more of her uncle, Lizzy asked, "The debts! Did you pay the debts?"

Darcy nodded hesitantly, "And bought Wickham a commission with a northern regiment."

"My God," Lizzy said, standing up and pacing to and fro. "What we do not owe you? How is my family ever to thank you for this?"

"All I did, I did for you alone. I want no thanks."

Darcy took a deep breath and approached Lizzy, holding both her arms to still her pacing. "We have come full circle, you and I. We have argued, we have agreed, we have even assumed other personas and still muddled through this world together. Are you still too angry with me? Would you refuse me a final time?"

Lizzy looked into Darcy's eyes and saw he meant what he said. If she was fool enough to turn him away now, she would lose him forever. Lizzy asked herself if she was a fool. Lizzy asked herself if she dared travel through this life without him by her side.

A spark of hope and happiness gleamed in Darcy's eyes as he drew her closer, "You accepted me as Brenton. Will you accept me as Darcy? Will you have me then, Elizabeth Bennet?"

"I will," she whispered as they sealed their agreement with a passionate kiss

It was a beautiful February morning the day they wed. It was a merry party in the Longbourn chapel that greeted the newly wedded couple. If many relations of Mr. and Mrs. Darcy were alarmed at the rough nature of some of the guests, their minds were put at ease by the rollicking laughter of Marian and Chester and by the obvious esteem in which they were held.

And so it was that Lizzy, Warrior Princess married Mr. Brenton, the same day that Mr. Darcy finally won the hand and heart of Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

The End