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    Lord Mountjoy

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    Hunting, Riding, The Law, Collecting Meissen Porcelain
    Solicitor General & Queen's Master of Horse

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  1. “You are quite correct. Placed as it is between two strong catholic powers I do not think they could achieve much. If Germany were to attack France or Poland they would surely be quickly defeated. I do not think it in them to threaten the balance of power for they are at the core a peaceful people.” “Indeed they still do hunt bear but alas they are becoming uncommon and only present in any numbers deep in the wilds of Russia. They say that in the forests of Lappland there are even giant white bears! I would dearly love to see such a beast but Lappland is so very remote and I have been away for longer than I would have liked.” He chuckled as his senior made clear that such adventures were not his cup of tea. “I do not claim to be wise doing what I do but such sport provides me with pleasure and relaxation and, as most German noblemen hunt or shoot, it provided a shared interest to facilitate cordial relations.” He then listened in silence as Finch opined about the political state of the Court and even the Courts as they both inhabited the similarly named but wildly different institutions. The Chancellor came from an old family but his rise to prominence was mainly due to his own ability and he was well respected by friends and enemies alike which was an even rarer thing to accomplish. If one was fortunate enough to receive advice from a man such as Finch it behooved one to listen carefully and heed the advice. “I have always sought to be someone the King could rely upon to lessen his problems rather than increase them. He has been generous for such services in the past and I hope he knows he can rely upon such service in the future. I am prepared to serve the King’s interests as needed but I echo your efforts in bolstering the Courts for I think it is time I spend more time representing His Majesty’s legal interests and bolstering the Crown’s influence and authority.” When Finch left off with the ominous warning of times to come Mountjoy wondered if he was referring to the succession, something that worried him greatly. He had serious misgivings concerning York’s capacity to rule effectively but he was a monarchist and believed that the Royal prerogatives were god given and the King was owed allegiance despite ones personal feelings. He put great store on the Queen’s ability to provide a son and heir which would, in his opinion, relieve the nation from great danger. But, as the Chancellor sought fit not to complete his thought Mountjoy did not deem to add to it and allowed the silence to settle and allowed the sound of their footsteps to provide punctuation the thought before continuing, “Yes, it would be politically more advantageous to be seen at the Woolsack. A friendly tete-a-tete would be more pleasurable but one needs to be seen to be effective and men of our position and rank must forgo many personal pleasures to fulfill our social expectations.” How true was that phrase. Although he did not know the details, for he would never broach so personal a subject, of the difficulties between Lord and Lady Finch, he was beginning to understand how something like that could occur. Like Finch Blount was devoted to the Law but the Law demanded toil and effort to be just and effective. Unlike the position of Master of the Horse who’s duties were mostly ceremonial and what few actual tasks there were could easily be delegated to underlings the positions of Solicitor general and indeed Chancellor required constant attention and effort. Such demands could easily affect ones family relationships. “I shall look forward to seeing you at the Woolsack then. I do like their roast beef and it has been some time since I have had a good English joint. I might also run into Lord Basildon there for, unless he has changed his ways, had been a feature there and he has always been one with keen political instincts.” Charles always listened to Finch and heeded to his words but when he mentioned the younger Heneage Charles paid particular attention becoming worried as the Chancellor voiced more fatherly concerns. “Reckless you say? I have never considered him so… trusting…naïve perhaps…” he challenged as he thought back to their time as children when they would get into all kinds of mischief. “Well… to be fair when we were young and Hen did anything reckless I must admit I was usually the one egging him on.” He frowned in concern for his old friend. “Of course I will do anything I can to help Hen, not only because of your request but for the fact that I care deeply for him and would not wish to see him hurt or unhappy.” Normally he would blame Daniel for anything that happened to Heneage and the chances were still good that his brother was a factor but now that he was an adult there could be many more reasons. “I will spend as much time with him as I am able. With the Margravina occupied with the Queen I can have him over for dinner regularly for if I am not out it is tedious to sup alone. It may or may not help but it would at least reduce your own household budget considerable.” The last was a feeble attempt at humor to dull the seriousness of the subject for Heneage Jr. was known to enjoy his food. “Yes, look at me.” He stated non-committedly. Was such a statement true anymore? Although Charles was wrestling with his relationship with his wife he was not ready to burden his mentor with such details as he did not wish to add to the considerable burden born by the Chancellor, especially now that Heneage was one of those concerns. “There are fine women out there for Heneage to find… sometimes it is blind luck. It certainly was in my case.” He thought for a bit. “I have heard that Heneage is in private practice is that correct? His current waywardness notwithstanding, I believe Heneage possesses a legal mind rivaling your very own.” It was usually not a good idea to compare one man’s professional capabilities with another but when the men are father and son there was greater latitude to not cause offence. “Might there be a position in the Courts for Heneage? I have always thought he would make a fine Judge. It is in your power to appoint him a Master in Chancery. Normally I would caution against such as it could be construed as nepotism but there is no one who could deny that Heneage is superbly qualified and such a position might provide some structure and induce a sense of purpose and duty.” Whatever the outcome Charles would do whatever he could to help his friend. When they were back to discussing legal or political matters Charles could speak with more authority and competence. He gave a soft bark of laughter when Finch mentioned the possibility of the cities bringing suit. “I do not think it would be immodest of me to state that the cities have any legal basis for action as I did my best to be quite thorough.” He cocked his head. “That being said, it would not be wise to revisit that well anytime soon. I was careful not to overreach and the Guilds understand that there is a cost for doing business but any repetition would certainly lead to discontent and become counter productive. With Danby gone and with my former success in providing coin I was worried that His Majesty would expect me to continue in such a capacity and that is a service I would not relish continuing. I will of course wait upon the King and provide any service I am able for I am still desirous of advancement but for now I am content to consolidate what I have already achieved and perchance even have some time to hunt and spend with my family for little Hope has become much less little in the year I was gone and I have missed the Margravina’s company.”
  2. Charles Blount

    The Paperchase | 6th of May, Mid Morning

    Mountjoy began to feel that something was amiss in their interactions when she said that the bear claw did not give her any comfort at all. How could such a thing be so? Even as a young boy he would have been overjoyed to have a bear claw for his very own but perhaps Darlene, knowing what an intimate gift such a talisman was, wished to keep their acquaintance on a very proper level. Women were such unfathomable creatures and often did unfathomable things. He was glad and relieved that Darlene was proving to be such a mature and reserved person. “I see. I had no intention to obligate you with an inappropriate gift.” He said kindly. “There are no longer any bears in England and even in Europe they are becoming increasingly rare. I was very lucky to take one and found the claws to be a welcome trophy for they are rare and do not grow on trees… obviously as they grow on bears but, if you wish to limit yourself to the shaggy bison pelt I will not take it amiss.” He di not wish for the possibly of offending Darlene but she seemed to recover quickly from the fright of seeing a mouse. Unfortunately lawyers seldom had use of a fainting couch or day bed thus his office, although abundantly furnished, did not come equipped with an appropriate place for her to swoon so Darlene had to make do with the chair she was sitting in, which at least was padded. Charles did attend to her other wishes as far as he was able and served her a small cordial of brandy (smuggled in from France), for Lawyers were not adverse to imbibing to the point of needing a day bed and fishing out an appropriately scented lace handkerchief. As he waited for the calming aroma to take effect he told her a story. “I always make it a point to carry a surfeit of handkerchiefs for my grandfather was fond of telling me a story about one of our ancestors from a time long long ago… even before the Romans came, when our ancestor was swept away on a great adventure by a mysterious stranger in grey without even a single pocket handkerchief in his possession. He told me ‘It is a dangerous business, my son, going out your door,’ he used to say, “you step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.’ It was not quite clear if he was just telling an innocent tale to take up time or making a reference to their (in Darlene’s mind) close brush with passion. Noticing that she had been fanning herself, the room was a bit stuffy he had to admit, he obligingly opened one of the panels of the large window that took up most of the wall behind his desk. He was always ready to call attention to the window for he was inordinately proud of it. Whitehall, despite being a large palace was, apart from the State and Royal rooms a rather crowded place due to the numerous court functionaries and ministries housed within that vied for the limited space within and thus to have a spacious office with such a window loudly proclaimed his status and influence to the Court and he had gone through great pains to obtain such an window. He replaced the bear claw in a drawer and retook his seat next to Darlene thus continuing their conversation in a more normal fashion only occasionally wafting his handkerchief. “How clearly we understand one another.” He declared in response to Darlene’s suggestion that he and the Margravina work on something together. “It was my thought that, as her duties as the Mistress of the Wardrobe occupies much of her time as she must often be in attendance to the Queen, and my position as Her Majesty’s Master of Horse, which is more of a sinecure position, I could expand my duties to assist the Queen and also be able to work more closely with the Margravina. When I mentioned such a desire I fear she misinterpreted the suggestion as an attempt to diminish rather than enhance her position. As her husband I am aware that I have some authority over her actions but I hesitate to require such obedience as that would abuse the trust and regard I have for her not to mention being oafish and ungentlemanly. I believe that you understand that I would never let my love and passion impinge upon a Lady’s honor or put a Lady in a position of disadvantage. Tell me, if you do not find the questions impertinent, did you, as a woman, prefer your Thomas to be more or less forceful in his desires?”
  3. Charles Blount

    The Paperchase | 6th of May, Mid Morning

    Darlene was very sensible when she opined that one could find some distractions while remaining attentive to duty. He was just thinking that he might be able to jaunt off to Epping for a day of sport without interrupting his duties. It was uncanny how they thought alike. “Yes temptation is so near and it does call to me.” Looking at the stack of papers on his desk he shook his head. “Perhaps I could be tempted but for now duty comes first.” As they spoke of her late husband and she accepted his comforting and looked into his eyes with emotion he realized then how much she still loved her husband and responded with sincerity “Your heartfelt emotion gives me hope that whatever absence or barriers are thrust between two people true love can conquer them and surmount any obstacles if one remains true.” Her example had given him hope that he and his beloved Ursula could surmount their present problems for together or not his heart would always belong to her just like Darlene’s heart would always belong to her husband. This caused him to divulge some things about the recent tension with Ursula since his return. “I have found the Margravina somewhat changed since my return. Previously our duties kept us occupied for I was busy with the Law and politics and her position as Mistress of the Robes is very time consuming but we always found little snippets of time to be together. I do believe I am like your Thomas in that my silence is not indicative of indifference but it seems that my absence abroad has made the Margravina comfortable in her own solitude and that her duties to the Queen is enough to make her happy.” He did not go on to say that he was in love with Ursula and would continue to be as long as there was breath in his body for he believed that Darlene already knew that and it was comforting to speak with her as he would to a sister. One thing that was un-sisterly in her behavior was her interest in his hunting stories for his own sisters found them exceedingly dull. As his story progressed she followed along and never once made an effort to change the subject or declare that she had gotten a headache and despite her fascination with the tale needed to go lie down for a moment. She even asked him a question, a pertinent one even, about the buffalo hide. “Why yes I do believe it was packed in my baggage with the other trophies, it would make a fine fug to set before the fire or a carriage wrap to keep you warm while driving in the park on a blustery day. I shall have Padeen search for it and send it over to you with my compliments.” He then thought of a small gift he could present to her in person for he had brought several bear claws to the office to play with so promptly retrieved one and presented it to her expecting a bubbly torrent of pleased squeaks of gratitude. The expectant squeak was not what he was expecting; it was not really even so much of a squeak as it was more of a shriek and it did not sound joyful. “Oh Goodness!” he exclaimed at her alarm as he stood to ascertain the cause. “Did you see a mouse? We have had some trouble as they like to nibble on the papers.” He explained as he looked around for the offending rodent, the only reasonable cause for such an outburst that he could think of. “Do comfort yourself with the bear claw and I will have the Ratter called straight away. Percival did bring in one of his Mother’s cats but it did not help with the problem as it just sat there staring at me with a look of disapprobation and did not catch a single mouse. Believe me I get enough condemnation from the peacocks back home to suffer such here.” Percival was hastily called in and instructed to notify the Royal Rat catcher that vermin were frightening the ladies of the Court and to do something about the problem and no Mountjoy did not want another of his Mother’s cats as it was best to leave this to the professionals. With Percival dispatched to begin the demouseifying Charles turned his attentions back to Darlene who at least had had a few moments to compose herself. “Prey, I do humbly apologize for the agitation. Would you like a spot of brandy to calm your nerves? Or if you prefer, I have a lavender scented handkerchief that I may waft in your direction for it is said that the aroma of that flower is calming.” It became quite clear that Charles did not consider the presentation of a body part of a wild animal to a lady an unusual occurrence.
  4. “My Lord Chancellor, I trust that you are in as good health as ever.” He responded touching his hat in greeting. He was well aware that the Chancellor was a man with many calls upon his time and he could not help but feel a little pride and satisfaction in the Chancellor’s show of preferment in readily agreeing to his request. Stepping to the side he took up a position beside Finch as they began their trek. “My excursion was, on the whole, successful but not decisively so. The fragmentation of the region complicates matters and while many rulers are concerned about the growing power of France they are in no position to do anything about it being more concerned about their own parochial interests. The Elector of Brandenburg-Prussia might be an exception as I believe Frederick William has greater designs and is receptive to trade but it was not within my mandate to initiate any formal discussions so any decisions resulting from my trip are not mine to make. He is however a personable man in a German sort of way and a fine sportsman I must say. He was very hospitable and the hunting is quite fine if a little damp for the Spreewald has many wetlands.” Then he added as if the following was the most important and interesting fact. “There are still bears in the region which provide great sport!” He went on in the same vain for a few minutes longer concentrating upon facts and issues that would be of interest to the Chancellor before progressing to things more closely at home. “I spoke briefly to Hen… that is Lord Aylesford, before the session and we will be dining together later so no doubt it will be a pleasant evening. I would wish to stand you to dinner sometime so we can meet in a more social setting, if you are agreeable… perhaps at the Woolsack or if you are inclined to a more private venue you are always welcome at Saxony House. I would warn you however that Saxony House may be a bit dull as the Margravina is predisposed with the Queen but my cook would be overjoyed to ply with you lavish fare for she has so missed cooking for guests. If you wish the invitation extends to Heneage for I doubt not that he would enjoy another meal as well as Daniel and his wife if they are free.” Charles did not yet know about the status of Daniel’s marriage so included them as a matter of course. Finch was his senior both in age and in Government for the Attorney General’s office reported to the King through the Chancellor but they had worked well together since his appointment as Solicitor General and their long personal acquaintance provided Charles with some measure of latitude with his professional superior. “However I did wish to speak briefly with you on more practical topics today.” As well as his senior the elder Finch had been and still was a mentor for Mountjoy so the asking of advice was not unusual. “I have been away for a long time and although some news of the happenings here in London did reach me the news was not always very detailed or reliable. I believe I will have no difficulty in catching up with the legal aspects of my position but I do not think the same can be said about regaining the political influence I previously enjoyed. I, of course, wish to continue to support the King but the fall of Danby has changed the political climate greatly since I last stood on the floor and I would not wish to inadvertently undermine the King’s position.” He paused as they walked past some opposition members. He tipped his hat and smiled in greeting which consumed enough time for them to walk past out of easy earshot. Their conversation was not critical or particularly secrete but Charles had been a Politian and Courtier long enough to eschew as much gossip as possible. Fortunately two pedantic lawyers in conversation did not garner much attention. “I was glad to see such unanimity concerning the conflict with France and realize war can empty the fullest of purses but tell me of the Kings finances? When I left the debt relief from the Banking Bill, the Kings share of the revenue from the Bank of England and the income generated by the Quo Warranto proceedings should have been sufficient to provide the Crown with adequate income, if one was prudent, to be fairly independent of parliament.” Mountjoy had toiled mightily to foil Parliament’s desire to have the King dependant on them for his revenue thus curbing royal power. To say so himself he was generally successful in achieving the task but his greatest worry was that the King would squander such an opportunity with profligate spending and he had no wish to follow Danby.
  5. Charles Blount

    The Paperchase | 6th of May, Mid Morning

    “I am of course at His Majesty’s command to serve however he sees fit but I do share your reserve of a foreign posting for to leave such diversions and amiable society that London has to offer would be a sore trial indeed. I would not be adverse with an occasional continental foray now and again but in reality it is in the lands of England that my heart dwells.” He said of her views of continued foreign service. “I am glad to be back even if I am confined for the moment to Whitehall to catch up on administrative matters yet ever grateful to you for providing a diversion from those matters.” He smiled as she gushed forth with a string of subjects in rapid succession. He wondered how she could sustain such a whirlwind of thoughts and suggestions for she was like a bubbling pot on top of a hot fire or one of those little dogs that yapped and ran about the furniture with inexhaustible vigor. But, however a man might like compliments and praise, the prospect of presents was even more interesting so his attention shifted as directed to the wicker basket. “Oh! pickled onions… and gherkins as well… how very thoughtful and how very welcome for there is nothing as fine as a tart pickle to satisfy a nighttime craving. As a boy Nanny would often give me jar to put near by bed so if I became peckish I could easily grab my pickle to satisfy my urges. Sadly when at University I did not continue the practice for if my nighttime pickle was left exposed after lights out it would surely garner unwanted attention from my roomates. I thank you very much for such a thoughtful gift. If I awake suddenly during the night with a craving I will have you to thank for satiating it.” Moving on from nighttime picklery he was brought up by her explanation of her own doings. While he was traveling some news of the happenings in England made it to him but the details were not always informative and he chided himself for broaching a subject that might not be a welcome topic of conversation. “My condolences on your loss Lady Oakham, forgive me for so insensitive an inquiry.” He said in case the subject was still emotional but Darlene appeared to have come to grips with her loss and did not burst into tears like women were prone to do… for which Blount was immensely grateful as he was ill equipped to confront female tears. “Oh, do not blame yourself for desiring the comfort of friends during such a time, It is only natural that after a certain period of grief one must go on with their life no matter how deep their feelings of loss are.” He reached out and took one of Darlene’s hands and gave it a gentle and comforting pat. He had read in books that females enjoyed that kind of comforting so used this occasion to put such knowledge into practice. It was then his turn to have the conversation put him on the back foot as Darlene mentioned the troubles and challenges of her own marriage which immediately made him think about the recent issues with his own relationship with his spouse. “Ah…yes…” he stated somewhat more subdued than previously. “I have until recently been fortunate enough to have an entirely salubrious marital relationship but, upon my return, have discovered that such unencumbered bliss is the exception rather than the rule so I can now commiserate with you that marriage is indeed a challenge. It is passing strange that in a relationship the greater one feels a sense of regard and respect for a person the more difficult it is to convey that very same regard and respect.” There might have been a note of melancholy in Charles’ last statement but as he had never before shown any melancholy in Darlene’s presence it would be an easy thing to miss. It was then that a perfect (for him) avenue of discussion was reopened as Darlene specifically asked about his hunting experiences so any further discussion of his relationships would have to wait as such was a topic that he did not have to be asked twice to indulge in. True the Margravina had given him covert glances when his hunting tales began to verge on the tedious and he was making a concerted effort to curtail his tendencies but the Margravina was not here and Darlene did ask so off he went. “How kind of you to ask, if you are interested there are quite a few differences in the way hunts are conducted on the continent and here in England…” And then he was off giving Darlene a very detailed account of his hunting engagements. “There were a pair of curious Badgers in Baden-Baden that gave us a frightful chase by scurrying in and out of the hedgerows…in Silesia there are Bison which are unlike any animals we have here in England, sort of a large powerfully built humpbacked bull with short horns and a shaggy coat. One hunts them with boar spears which you must hold like this to make the killing thrust…” He mimicked the stance needed in case Darlene needed to protect herself from a sudden buffalo charge as she strolled through Piccadilly. He went on for nearly a quarter of an hour with tales providing Darlene with more information on the geography of Central Europe, the fauna to be found there and how to kill it than she would ever wish to know. “In Saxony we were charged by two very large bears and dispatched them with spears and hunting swords. In fact I have a souvenir of the encounter.” He fished in his desk drawer and withdrew a bear claw fully six inches long. “Here, please accept this trophy with my compliments.” He said as he handed over the object magnanimously thinking that every lady of society in London would be in desperate need of a bear claw. While not eminently feasible in a practical sense the presentation of the bear claw did provide a lull in the ongoing saga which would allow Darlene to interject and change the subject if she wished for it appeared that, sans interruptum, (as lawyers liked to say) Charles was quite willing and capable of continuing with his stories for some time.
  6. Louis: Plot to overthrow Charles I and become King of England (then marry Darlene) Anne-Elizabeth: Create a word that rhymes with Orange then recite the poem at Darlene’s wedding Francis: Propose to Darlene Caroline: Seduce all of Darlene’s suitors Davina: Seduce Darlene Henry: Propose to Darlene Sophia: Find a man who isn’t trying to marry Darlene Darlene: Rebuke all suitors Charles W: Propose to Darlene or arrest her for bigamy CB: Um… Chatham: Duel Darlene’s suitors. Edmund: Secretly marry Darlene Cordelia: Arrange a marriage between Darlene and … someone… anyone George: Steal Darlene from whomever she marries Grace: Throw the worlds best bachelorette party and hire Francis as a stripper Nicci: Get into a cat fight (preferably with Darlene) Beverly: Propose to Darlene Heneage: Propose to Charles B or Darlene
  7. Charles Blount

    Solitude of Emotion

    Heneage appeared to be open to the suggestions of others and as he voiced his decision to begin with a heart to heart discussion with Daniel Charles fervently hoped that Daniel would have enough heart for his brother to heed his advice. “Let us hope that Daniel will think of others rather than only himself. Such is not in his nature but you can be very convincing when you put your mind to it.” Their discussion drifted to a natural conclusion and Charles followed when Heneage got to his feet and escorted him to the library door. He did show some interest when told about the possibility of an equestrian competition and stated his interest. “I shall eagerly look forward to such an event with great anticipation although I would assume that Lord Langdon is still quite the horseman and will give stiff competition for whatever trials are put forth.” He shook Heneage’s hand as he made his way to the foyer where Mr. Buttersworth was waiting with the gentleman’s hat and cloak “We really must see more of each other this season.” He chuckled. “I know we always say that and yet let our other affairs get in the way but this time let us try… you know that you are always welcome here with or without an invitation.” He felt much better for the visit. In the few days he had been back he had greeted many familiars of the Court but this was the first true welcome he had received and he was glad for it. “Do watch for those damnable raptors on your way out for they can be a nuisance.” As Heneage took his hat and cloak Mr. Buttersworth handed him a bundle with the compliments of Frau Klebb. It was a folded napkin tied up from which the aroma of freshly baked cookies arose. OOC: Fin.
  8. Charles Blount

    Away & Here Notices

    I am sorry to hear that and hope things work out for you. I understand what you are going thru for I had to leave the RP rather abruptly due to health reasons but although it took me some time I was able to return. You need to take whatever time you need to get better.
  9. Charles Blount

    The Paperchase | 6th of May, Mid Morning

    The clerk who stood there as a perfectly acceptable figure was in no state to prevent her ingress although he did break his silence with a startled “Um…” and moved to follow her. On her way across the room if she diverted her eyes to the wall she would notice a curious cabinet that stood there constructed with many drawers and compartments for the storage of documents, certainly an improvement on the shelves in his old office. Mountjoy stood and arched his brows in surprise as this confluence of pink gauze and brown curls surged towards him with her typical bubbly effervesce. “Lady Oakham! He ejaculated as she approached.* “What an unexpected surprise.” He moved from out behind his desk and offered the lady a polite bow. He became a bit apprehensive at the prospect of this unexpected meeting. It was not that he had any animosity or ill will towards the Lady but also thinking back to the same encounter as Darlene and remembering the episode in an entirely different light he was of the impression that the lady was head over heels and besotted in love with him and could scarcely keep her passions in check. Although this was entirely understandable it was a distinctly complicating factor in their relationship.** However complicating or apprehensive the situation was to him he was an educated and cultured man who’s breeding and politeness came to him as second nature so his response matched the tenor of her greeting oblivious to the tenor his own reply conveyed. “Why yes Lady Oakham, I have but recently returned.” He blushed a bit at her compliment. “Expressing joy of joys might be polite hyperbole but I am glad that your joys are mounting.” He then exhibited an example of his naiveté concerning Darlene for when she playfully mentioned his close shave or lack there of his hand went immediately to his chin in embarrassment and that most British of expressions escaped his mouth. “I am dreadfully sorry! I will speak to my man straight away and beg you to forgive the state of my toilette.” He took her hand and gave it a kiss… an air kiss so as not to chafe her delicate skin with his imaginary stubble. It was at this point that the clerk had composed himself enough to respond to this confusing tableau “My lord there is a Lady to see you.” Which, if one was to be critical, was a bit tardy to be a pertinent announcement. It did cause Mountjoy to break away from Darlene and address his staff. “Yes, thank you Percy, observant as always. I think that will be all for the moment.” Indicating that they could withdraw which they did with some alacrity. As they left he smiled at Darlene and directed her to one of two chairs that faced his desk. “Pray be seated if you please.” And instead of resuming his place behind his desk he took the neighboring chair. “Gifts you say… how very Grecian of you, I shall be mindful not to look you in the mouth!” He was trying to be witty but paused for a bit hoping that he would not take the comment comparing her to a gift horse amiss for although in his mind being compared to a horse was a compliment he had come to learn that many ladies did not care for such a comparison. “it is very kind of you to take the time to visit and be so thoughtful as to bring gifts. I must say that other than yourself the only thing awaiting me was a stack of legal papers to be gotten through for alas the Kings business never stops.” “I do thank you for your complements for while I was away I was able to engage in quite a bit of sport for the Germans are keen hunters, a sport which I am sure you are aware that I am extremely fond of. I have not quite caught up with the gossip of the Court but if I am not mistaken I believe you also took a brief sojourn. Was I informed correctly and if so were your travels pleasant?” He sat back expecting an enthusiastic reply for Lady Oakham could be accused of many things but reticence was not among them. *Get your minds out of the gutter you perverts, it’s a perfectly correct English phrase ! ** That’s my story and I am sticking with it.
  10. Charles Blount

    The Paperchase | 6th of May, Mid Morning

    This morning Mountjoy was in lawyer mode dedicating several hours to become reacquainted with all the pieces of business and legislation which had accumulated in his absence. Unlike many Royal positions which were sinecures requiring little or no actual work the office of Solicitor General required actual labor. “No, No, this brief is flawed!” he said to a flustered Clark who was reminiscing how leisurely the past several months had been. “The authority and precedence is under the prevue of the Court in Eyre as the land in question is under Forrest not Common Law.” He thrust a sheaf of papers back to the hapless Clark. “Redo the brief.” He concluded as he reached for another file from an alarmingly voluminous stack. This was the scene Darlene was able to witness as Mountjoy’s deputy opened the door to the office. His eyebrows were raised just a trifle higher than usual as well dressed and beautiful ladies were not in the habit of calling upon offices such as this. He wondered if she had just come from Court for her attire was not the type that Clarks or junior Lawyers saw in the course of normal business. He was a young man, unmarried, and in fact still living with his mother so was unable to conjure up the capability of speech to welcome her or inquire about her business so just stood there with the look of some startled woodland creature about to be run over by a speeding carriage.
  11. Charles Blount

    Solitude of Emotion

    It appeared that Heneage had already made up his mind as to the course of action he would take so Charles was content to listen to his reasons for doing so. That Hen’s intentions were not good and well intentioned never crossed his mind for his friend was truly a kindly person. His only doubts were that things might not end up has Heneage intended them. But… regarding Charles’ problems, things might not end up as he himself planned them so he supposed having good intentions was the best that could be hoped for. “Let us hope that you will not need to argue your defense for if there is one thing I can be certain about is that the forgiveness of Jesus and the forgiveness of Daniel are not quite the same thing.” He chuckled. “But you two are brothers and blood does account for something.” He gave Heneage’s offer of a letter serious thought for although it would be a logical course of action he felt that logic was not what was needed in his situation so declined. “Thank you for your offer but I do not think it is needed. In my particular situation the nub is not an unwillingness to engage in communication but rather an underlying deference that prevents us from articulating our true feelings in meaningful communication. I believe our chat has enabled me to look at the situation from a different angle and formulate an idea that hopefully will resolve our impasse.” He was still unsure if the resolution would be the one he desired but given the tenor of his and Ursula’s last conversation a change in dynamics was necessary to keep matters from getting worse. ‘Let us both hope that the grace and redemption of Easter will save us both.” There were still a few cookies left on the plate and they were tempting but Charles summoned up the willpower to refrain leaving the morsels for his guest.
  12. The session wound up with a wave of rather conciliatory unanimity. It was refreshing to see that Shaftsbury and his faction did not let their opposition to the King cloud their judgment for the betterment of the Realm but he was not so naive to accept Shaftburys agreement at face value. He was convinced that the wily old goat would be scheming to gain some advantage from the proceedings. That would be the smart thing to do and that was why Mountjoy was planning to do exactly the same thing As the Chancellor ended the session and the members began to disperse Mountjoy made a quick aside to Lord Chichester (George Hardwick) before he moved to join Lord Kingston. “A rather tame session do you not think? Yet an auspicious beginning if I do say so myself, I look forward to hearing more from you my Lord.” He tipped his hat to Chichester indicating that he did not wish to keep him from his rendezvous but did want to comment on his conduct. He had his own desired rendezvous post session and made his way to the Chancellor (Heneage Finch Sr.) to see if he could buttonhole him into a short post session meeting. “My Lord Chancellor, may I accompany you back to your office if perchance you have a few moments for a word or two?
  13. Charles Blount

    Solitude of Emotion

    He smiled when they both spoke the same words simultaneously. They were different people but shared a long familiarity. “Hmmm…” he mused on Heneage’s comment as he reached for another cookie. It was hard to stop at just one. “Am I to assume, and please correct me if I am wrong, that this communiqué on behalf of Daniel would be made without his knowledge? If my assumption is correct then I must council against such a move.” In this statement he was more assure of himself for the issue dealt more with facts than feelings. “You certainly need no reminder that, as professionals our prime duty is to represent our client in good faith and argue on behalf of the clients wishes. It may be in Daniel’s best interests that you do write such a letter but without his consent you are prohibited from doing so… or at least would be if he were your client instead of your brother.” “Even doing so with the best intentions of both parties in mind is still fraught with danger for ultimately your subterfuge will come to light and it could exacerbate the situation rather than help it.” He mused on the two Finch siblings. The both had very different personalities but nonetheless shared some family traits one of which was a sternness of will and conviction. They could be led and persuaded but seldom forced into taking actions. “Indeed how would you begin? To be successful you would have to echo the manner of Daniel and if his manner was truly consolatory he would not need your intervention.” “But,” he held up his hands in a gesture of acceptance, “you know the situation better than I. I would offer to have a word with Daniel myself but I seriously doubt he would look kindly on any interference on my part or that any words that I may utter could have a larger impact than your own.” He was not in favor of outright deception in personal matters as they had a unnerving way of unraveling at the most inopportune times and of poisoning future interactions. Surely he had fibbed to the Margravina but those were white lies to spare her feelings or smooth over a social situation. He had kept political or business matters from her but that was due more to confidentiality than deception. He had thought that such a guiding principle put him in good stead with his wife but that was currently being tested. He wondered if he himself should be more possessive.
  14. Charles Blount

    Solitude of Emotion

    It was a bit of a reprieve for Charles that the subject was able to migrate off his own problem. It was not that he relished that Heneage had issues of his own but that it reinforced the fact that issues and problems were inherent in personal relationships. “That does not surprise me.” Responded Charles when Heneage told him about his brother’s actions… or lack thereof. “Daniel was never the one to readily take responsibility for the consequences of his actions. Having a responsible father and a caring and responsible brother allows him to indulge himself to a greater extent than otherwise.” In his opinion Daniel deserved a good clot upside the head but that was a view he felt would not be constructive to voice at this time. “You did and can do only what you think is best. Good intentions may not always be the balm that soothes our troubles but it is the only good faith remedy we have.” The last part about her waiting in vain for a letter did not draw a comment from Charles but it did cause him to think about his own situation. He mulled over the thought as he dipped a still warm cookie into his milk, something that was not within the bounds of etiquette in polite society but it was just Hen and he. In the case of Daniel and his wife it was quite obvious that it was the husband’s duty to take the lead in the situation but in his own case that obvious conclusion had been oblivious to him. Heneage may not have been able to shed light on Charles’ predicament directly but his side comment had been very illuminating. The path forward now seemed clear, at least for the moment before self doubt and insecurities crept in. Both Heneage and Charles were very intelligent people but often times intelligent people could be very stupid. “Yes, I agree that as long as the lines of communication have not been severed there is always hope. Unfortunately the longer the delay the more tenuous those lines become. But she can take solace in the fact that she has you and your father to rely upon. Daniel was always of a mind of his own regardless of any council given so I would not hold myself to account for his actions if he fails to assume blame for them himself.” A piece of milk sodden cookie broke off and landed with a wet plop on his silk waistcoat. “Oh bugger!” He exclaimed as he brushed the offending crumbs away to reveal a stain. “Padeen is going to have a fit trying to get that out.” Whatever had transpired Charles seemed to be under less of a weight that he had been earlier in the evening. Their problem still remained but it was heartening to have a conversation with an old and trusted friend.
  15. Charles Blount

    Invitations to an Art Exhibition; arrives 7th May

    Charles was working in his privy cabinet (not to be confused with his privy chamber where entirely different business was concluded) jotting down notes on a brief that was to be argued before the court concerning one of the endless suits and minor cases brought to the Crown. Charles could have easily delegated such tasks to one of his Clarks but he was a contentious man and sought to at least review each case if he was able. A baritone groan was emitted which was his Majordomo’s version of the discrete Butlers cough. “Yes” Blount mumbled as he continued writing. “Invitation” rolled back like the rumble of distant thunder. Charles expecting a brief summary of the invitation soon realized that the monosyllabic announcement was all he was going to get looked up and reached out for the invitation. The invitation was impressive done on good paper with gold leaf and announced that Lady Habersham and Lord Chichester requested his company at an art exhibit to be held on the 14th. A brief look at his diary found him unencumbered at the time so he penned back an acceptance. My dear Lady Habersham and Lord Chichester, I am delighted to have received your invitation for the 14th of this month and am overjoyed to accept. I shall await the day and time with muted excitement. (signed) Mountjoy