Parry, Riposte, Remise! 24th Early Morning- Xmas 1677

[Raconteur]

For her part Sarah gave a fig for what the Countess might think but she had started this little discourse so now must see it through.

 

"I had a brother but he has died - quite recent in fact. So to answer your question I can not say that I ever was party to his behavior that would bare any semblance to this display before us now Madam." Quietly said in response to the others' laughter.

 

Her elder brother Ralph's death was indeed recent and it still was a sore spot on her heart and it had left her and her elder married sister Frances as co-heirs of the Jennings estates in Hertfordshire and Kent.

 

Her gaze returned to the two men and so it seemed that there was inded a Victor - the Gentleman with the eye patch.

 

She resumed her seat but would not apologize for her own actions.

 

Brutality was indeed a way of Life and one saw it expressed in many ways yet she had never seen another's Life taken away by swordplay and so she had been afraid for the Lifeguard in all sincerity.

 

And now they both would come to where they all sat no doubt eager to collect whatever the wager had been - she hoped it was not a thing outlandishly offered up by the Countess.

[Ambrose Turnbull]

Man to Man

 

His opponent was gracious in victory at least, and such had been the thrill of the sport that Ambrose settled right there that, "I would spar with you again, perhaps when the auditorium is less, crowded," meaning the ladies, "I would learn further Venetian tricks from you, and like to show you I've picked up a few crafty plays of my own in my travels." It had simply been fun, and yes the prize at the end of it had added to the thrill, to be honest, the Lifeguard was disappointed it was so quickly over.

 

He slid his sword back into scabbard then, and reached for his jacket, "Ah good, as long as your ears continue to burn all the while you've your tongue down her throat, then my job is done." He gave a laugh.

 

Some woman advice then came from wiley Charles, a suggestion he play the sympathy card. It was not the angle Ambrose would naturally have taken, preferring to be views as hero, but. "Hmm, you think?" he pulled a face and glanced at Sarah, then meeting Charles eyes again he moved hand to rub where his arm had taken the impact, with a briefly given lopsided smile.

 

Yes, Chatam was the sort of scoundrel that any fellow could like. "Heh, cannon fodder," he looked at Charles preen and ribbed, "pretty cannon fodder at that." Meanwhile he slouched on his jacket and followed along to greet the ladies.

 

All together now

Mimicking the others tone, the others candor: "Not so Lord Chatam, I found your gleaming shoes inspirational!" he gave a laugh, then murmured as an aside to the ladies, "I intend to rush out and buy me a pair forthwith, in commiseration I suppose." he met Heather's eyes... eyes then sliding towards Sarah, where upon he made an exaggerated frown, and winced of moving his arm.

 

It could not truly be that easy could it? He did not dare to look at Chatham then, in case it made him laugh.

[Heather O`Roarke]

Lady to Lady

 

"My condoleances for your loss,' Heather offered blithly. She was one of the Merry Court, and it was her intention merry indeed, no matter who thought to make drama out of it.

 

All Together Now

 

Ignoring Sarah, she now watched the Earl approach her, keen eyes flitting over his appearance. There was something wild and wicked about him that send a keen little thrill through her. Was it the eye patch, or the dissarray post combat? It made Heather restless with an almost nervous anticipation.

 

"Brava, brava," the Countess clapped as she rose from her chair "It was well fought on all sides."

 

She arched a ginger eyebrow at Charles, challenging him in a husky voice to act "My lord, I am, for now yours. To the victor the spoils. Will you claim your prize?"

 

OOC: my apologies for the delay. Onwards with the fun

[Charles Audley]

Man to Man

 

A pause in his preening, a swift smile and a nod.

 

"I think I should I like that very much, Lieutenant."

 

All Together

 

Turnbull had no need to worry about Charles, for the earl's attention was wholly occupied by the Countess. Whatever her possible connection to York, he had long ceased to care. His uncle had told him that he had a devil inside him. "It will lead you to death or glory or both, Charles." Well, right now that imp was set on mischief.

 

And the lady has a devil of her own, with similar ends, unless I completely miss my guess. Look at that gaze, at the challenge in it! I'd want her for that alone, even were she drab as a mouse! And she's far from that. Her figure is a match for any.

 

"So eager to steal my breath away, Countess? I have only just recovered it." He stepped closer, reached out... and reclaimed his waistcoat. His fingers danced nimbly as he donned the garment and performed a minute adjustment to its fit.

 

"Still, let it not be said that a lady called and I failed to answer."

 

Common sense dictated that he keep the kiss brief and chaste. Charles had even less time for common sense than he had for conventional wisdom.

 

Might as well hang for a sheep as a lamb.

 

And so Charles decided to give the lady his best, as a gentleman ought. His arms darted out to gird her waist as he leaned in, lips finding hers, tongue stealing forth to beg admittance.

[Raconteur]

The Countess offered her condolence as if it had been a Greeting instead and for Sarah it was an afront to her Brother's memory and it took the painful digging of nails into one palm to hold back what she so longed to say.

 

And she was proved right again for there was indeed some Wager and now the two Gentlemen had arrived to where they sat and the Countess stood at once her whole position geared to the man that had won her manner flirtious and encouraging.

 

The four Maids had all stood as soon as the Countess had but they were quiet eyes glued witness to what ere was to happen next - and soon would be whispered about the corridors of Whitehall - not by Sarah or her ally amongst the four.

 

The man with the eye patch had by now reached them and recliamed his waistcoat putting it on offering her his own banter back. He then took a step closer and his hands went at once to the Countesses waist pulling her close covering her mouth with his.

 

For Sarah, standing besside the Countess, she saw more clear than the others and her eyes widened before she looked away only to gaze directly into the the eyes of the other Gentleman. She felt a slight flush but she did not look away ....

[Ambrose Turnbull]

All Together Now

 

No indeed it was not that easy, the played sympathy card was not trumps (in this instance at least).

 

Although Ambrose had impressed himself with a show of wit, having skimmed in on the wake of Chatham, the ladies had eyes-only for the Victor. Heather rightly anticipating her kiss, while the rest of the women stood dumbstruck.

 

It was rather like Ambrose was not there at all, as though his attempt to interact had been muted in the air, there was certainly no encouragement from any female quarter.

 

Eventually the one identified to be named Sarah stared at him. What the look meant he had no idea. The lifeguard felt an acute embarrassment, and sought out an escape. He was no man to try flirt with a single woman unassisted, let alone address an entire flock of gaping & silent maidens!

 

With a vague motion towards the other end, "Oh ho, my next opponent has arrived." Lieutenant Turner murmured - and upon a nod and click of heels turned and carried himself on along the hall to a group of military men, pleased to dissolve into their midst.

 

Perhaps he'd kick himself later, perhaps the perfect phrase to launch at the watchful women would come to him while stood in the chill outside the Opera, but for now he felt naught but relief to gain the comfortable surroundings of a group of no-frills men, contentedly talking assault and battery in the Kings name.

 

 

OOC: that's all for me, thanks for a fab first thread and some first-met impressions

[Heather O`Roarke]

A man and a woman

To Heather it was a good deal. No matter the outcome, she'd have an avid admirer kiss her in front of a captivated audience. It was not quite a scandal, this was the merry court were kisses were ready coin in all manners of games after all, but it did neatly call attention to one thing: the wicked poetess Godiva was back in town.

 

Chatham proved a tease. Her green eyes lit up when he snatched his waistcoat, rather than give her the kiss she had expected. The people around them melted away, her attention solely on his fingers so nimbly buttoning up, lost in a brief daydream on what those fingers might do.

 

There was a soft gasp when he did grab for her waist, a brief tensing of her muscles before she melted against the Earl, the unexpected shock of the reality of his lips pressing on hers giving way to melting pleasure. The redhead, no shrinking violet like the shocked handmaidens of the Duchess, readily kissed him back, taking in his questing tongue with a soft moan of pure enjoyment. Her own tongue danced over his lips, while her hands found purchase on his waistcoat to steady herself.

 

"My lord mistakes," Heather murmured, as a lazy smile spread on her face just like the slow fire rolling through her body "It is you who stole my breath."

[Charles Audley]

A man and a woman

 

It was a testament to Heather that Charles did not notice her grip on his waistcoat and would not have cared even if he had. His world, too, had shrunk, leaving only room for the two of them and his sworn intent to make her toes curl. This was the sort of moment Charles lived for, made all the better for being hard won.

 

Is there any sweeter music than a woman's moan? Too long since I have heard it. Far too long.

 

He held the kiss until frail mortality exerted its influence and bade him withdraw. He did so slowly, nibbling gently on her lower lip as they finally broke apart. Idly, he wondered if she had been able to taste the laudanum on him. His lips curved slowly in mirror of hers as he met her gaze and spoke, tone low and warm.

 

"Dashed unchivalrous of me. Perhaps, though, you shall have an opportunity to level the scales, hmm?"

 

An eyebrow momentarily arched above an expression that was wickedness made manifest before he spun to face their audience and essayed a short bow.

 

"But where are my manners? Charles Audley, Earl of Chatham, at your service ladies."

[Raconteur]

On The Sideline

 

What had surprised her more - the exchanged kiss or the fact that the other Gentleman perhaps in some manner taking offense from her look thereby taking his leave?

 

For Sarah being treated thusly was an uncommon thing and she could offer nothing but a slight dip to his now retreating back her eyes full of unanswered questions. Should she ever meet him again it might be a topic open for discussion.

 

But for now all she did was to step a few inches away her hand seeking and finding that of her companion friend and whispered words were exchanged before attention was diverted back to the man with the eye patch who, after his introduction, made them curtsey as befitted his now known Rank.

 

He was indeed a new come face to Court and she was curious and her own gaze took his measure and that tiny warning whisper telling her to have a care for he was a bit out of her depth .....

[Heather O`Roarke]

A man and a woman

 

A little thrill went through Heather as Charles implied a possible assignation in their near future. The impulsiveness of it, the zest of danger of discovery and above all the feeling of being wanted, appreciated, desired. Christmas was shaping up.

 

"Perhaps," she teased, not wanting to give him a clue when such an opportunity might actually present itself. The chase was not to be rushed, for all the sweeter would the catch be. Then she ruined it a bit by disclosing her own eagerness "I shall take advantage when you least expect it to ensure my victory. I can be quite ruthless you know."

 

Back in the crowd

 

The world came back into focus and Heather looked around to discover lieutenant Turnbell having left the group. She arched an eyebrow in surprise. A little shy perhaps, or the prospect of seducing a handmaiden instead less than enticing. Oh, was it a pout perhaps? A delicious possibility.

 

The handmaidens meanwhile appeared to have been shocked into silence, and this for a court that appreciated the well spoken and the witty. Little Sarah Jennings, did the cat get your tongue?

 

"Ladies, my lord," the Countess announced "I really must be going."

 

Mission Accomplished.

[Charles Audley]

Back in the crowd

 

Charles felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction at Heather's words and the implications thereof. This little whim had yielded excellent results.

 

Ruthless? Oh, you shall have to be my lady. I am not in the habit of handing out easy victories.

Charles was vaguely surprised to find Turnbull absent. He seemed entirely too hearty a fellow to sulk or give up at the first hurdle. No, there was only a single explanation that made sense to Charles- it was a ploy to rouse Mistress Sarah's interest. He would wager his last copper that she was not used to being treated thus and would remember the man for it.

 

Oh, a bold move indeed Lieutenant! You and I are spun from a more similar cloth than I first realised. Bravo, sir, bravo!

Unable to offer the man a physical round of applause, Charles settled for a mental standing ovation.

He was still sending thoughts of approval to Turnbull when Heather announced her imminent departure. For a moment he toyed with the idea of offering to escort her.

 

But no. 'Twould seem far too eager. Puppyish, even.

"Then do not tarry on my account, Countess. It has been a pleasure to make your acquaintance." A swift smile. "Though I must think how to draw your notice on our next meeting. Hmm. Perhaps I could wrestle a bear?" He laughed. "Of course, I have already lost one eye in the cause of impressing women, and while missing one eye makes a man dashing, to lose two would suggest carelessness. This bears consideration."

 

He returned his attention to the Duchess's ladies, noting that they had offered nothing but names already mostly forgotten. He felt an almost cruel impulse to draw them out.

 

"Have you any suggestions ladies?" He gave them a soft smile and tapped his nose. "Come now, I know mine is a most villainous visage, but I promise not to bite. Not without prior invitation, at any rate."

 

Charles realised belatedly that he had spoken that last aloud.

 

Oh well. I intended to make mischief anyway.

[Raconteur]

The Countess then favored them with a 'look' before she announed her departure and Sarah and the others' gave her their reverence only to fall chattering then went quiet as the Earl presented his question.

 

Sarah was calm as she went forward to stand in the spot vacated by the Countess which brought her much closer to the Gentleman. Was it her intent then to have some 'private speech' with him? She allowed the three other girls to ponder her actions.

 

In actual Truth she had held her tongue but now knew the need to vent her spleen aganist the woman who had wormed her way between the Yorks and after that performance - which to be fair had been but a collection on a wager - she sought to enlighten the Earl.

 

"Indeed," She began. "I think me there's mischief in this Man or mayhap He is a Villian with a smiling cheek?"

 

"For any Gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute then he will stand in a month - so I am curious. What then shall be His answer?"

 

"Yet as his prssence is new to Court might he allow for some observation ..."

 

She did not wait for his answer but continued

 

"The 'Lady's' an easy glove, My Lord; she goes off and on at pleasure or perhaps I should say that her Benefits are mightily misplaced."

 

Would he be curious or, like most of his sex, see only what had been offered and accept the challenge to repeat?

 

Either way Sarah intended to make sure he had his warning.

[Heather O`Roarke]

Heather chuckled at Charles' suggestion on how to out do himself. "Please, no bears. They smell. I much prefer an .. ah.. more sweetly scented attempt perhaps? Or one of more delicacy?" Several images floated in her mind, of the use of oils, hot baths and the appreciation of fine arts and drink, but the redhead let the opportunity pass. There were would be many more opportunities for wit with a more appreciative audience. Sometimes it was better to spare their virgin ears.

 

Heather was no fool. She well knew that Sarah Jennings and her little crowd of handmaidens ment mischief, championing the most proper Duchess, who must, by nature and position, hate her so much. She had been the target of vile gossip and judgement since she managed to catch the eyes of the most important men of the land, of whom York was only the latest and most beloved. The Countess decided not to care what her competitors did in her wake. Let them gossip. It was her triumph if they did.

 

Giving Chatham the curtsy he was due, Heather then nodded to her reluctant co-members of the York household and head held high she left, out into the snow.

[Charles Audley]

"Hmm. Finesse, then, rather than force. Better suited to my talents, in truth. I shall think on it." His lips caressed the words.

 

Charles manfully resisted the impulse to track Heather's exit- it would have been unbearably gauche- and focused his attention on Mistress Sarah. There was more in her than in her companions and her ensuing monologue proved it. Charles felt his sole eye widen slightly as he threw back his head and laughed.

 

Now, whence has this sprung? Envy? A flattering possibility, but unlikely methinks- we are not cast in the mould that maidens dream of. Concern? Perhaps, but for my soul or my health? Vexation? Now that might be near the mark. Tread carefully. Stick an incautious boot in here and you'll draw back a bloody stump.

Charles took a moment to compose himself before responding.

 

"Your pardon, Mistress, my laughter was not meant to offend. It is merely that it has been quite some time since I have been skewered so thoroughly. Now, if I might reply point by point?" He gave her the same as she had given him, and pressed on without pause.

 

"Firstly, there most certainly is a deal of roguish mischief in me and doubtless some villainy as well. Mine was a gloriously misspent youth, and it has shaped me. But I am now in my maturity and mostly harmless. Secondly, I am indeed overfond of verbiage and make no apologies for it." A quick little grin to remove any impression of offense his words might convey before he continued.

 

"Finally, I am a novice to court and most grateful for the compassion you have shown me with this advice. But perhaps you could stretch your charity a little further... and elucidate?"

 

An inveterate gossip, Charles was genuinely curious.

[Raconteur]

As she had expected - having determined by his previous actions - his own returning speech back was quick yet she was taken back by the sudden laughter.

 

"I have taken no umbridge I can assure you and there was no impalement intended."

 

She offered him her slow smile as proof.

 

"If You were entirely harmless then you would not have found your way here - the meek do not florish and so to succeed one learns to grow a tough skin. I m glad that you excell at other things besides swordplay and I must confess to an appreciation of a fine Wit."

 

"Sarah Jennings attached to the Duchess of York." Offered with a small dip. And she half turned to include the other three adding "As are they."

 

"I shall most willingly oblige you then. The Countess has but recently come out of her confinement of which the child - a boy - is the product of her affair with My Lady's husband the Duke of York."

 

"Afore York there was The King and Buckingham. She has a son from her first husband. There is little than causes her distress yet I cannot speak of her 'private side' so you needs must rely only upon the Public side."

 

"I can not naturally sway you in any direction My Lord yet I would consul that some thought be undertaken - but then for an Ambitious Man it might pave the way to future accolades."

 

Her gaze assessing mayhap even judging.

 

"I suppose I shall have to wait and see how the wind blows. Do not mistake me for anything other than a Loyal Servant My Lord for I am one of a few that actually cares about the Duchess."

[Ambrose Turnbull]

OOC: Ooh, and jumping back in!

IC:

 

 

It had been a fib, an out and out lie in fact, and nothing so strategic as Chatham gave him credit for. The silent damsels had put the fear in him -- but even now as he immersed himself in male company he kept an eye on the others progress. Lady O'Roarke was swift to leave - Ambrose's eyes brightened, meanwhile Chatham engaged the one named Sarah in conversation. I take my hat off to you sir, the Lifeguard briefly thought, as he chose that moment to exit himself.

 

His belts and buckles jangled has he hurried to catch up to Heather, "The comparison was... frankly traumatic. The heat, and then the chill," he confessed, no doubt she understood he was not talking of indoors and out.

[Heather O`Roarke]

It was a surprise that the lieutenant caught up with her as she walked outside.. Halting on the pathway as soon as she heard sounds of pursuit, small brittle snowflakes attaching themselveds to her red curls as she turned around to face him. She blew the curls out of her face in whimsical gesture, arching an eyebrow. Was he accusing her of something? Hot and cold indeed.

 

"Who was hot and who was cold?" the redhead inquired with a certain wisfulness "Was not Chatham's reward honestly won? Or was the coldness among the ladies the reason you did not press yourself with the handmaidens?" She tilted her head in inquiry.

[Ambrose Turnbull]

He may have put his foot in it, that was no new feat for the lifeguard.

 

"Your smile is a Jamaican beach in compare to the Arctic wind from the rest of Yorks ladies." he replied without any pause for thought. "Aye, Chatham won the match well, I cannot begrudge him for it. And he's a keen fellow to now pull out his ice pick for the rest. If I might be perfectly honest, I never intended the commiseration prize for myself. But if you would allow it, I would be pleased to walk you to the palace?"

 

An optimist perhaps, he offered his elbow to the red head. "Err... but it is not cowardice." he ruminated then of his flight from Sarah and her company.

[Charles Audley]

Charles loved to see women smile, and the slow curve of Sarah's lips was an excellent addendum to what had already been a most successful morning. It was good to know that his hands, feet, tongue and (most importantly) wits remained swift and nimble. He had briefly worried that they might have rusted from disuse. Such worries were long forgotten now, bandying words with the sharp Mistress Jennings. Speaking of which -

 

"You flatter me, Mistress. Fortunately, I am damnably susceptible to such." Laughter bubbled in his voice. He whistled softly as she spoke on, naming Lady O'Roarke's past and current paramours.

 

She looks damn well for a woman fresh from confinement. Probably shouldn't say that. Wouldn't be politic.

Instead, Charles shook his head ruefully and spoke in low tones.

 

"The King, Buckingham and now York? I stand in exalted company, 'twould seem. Almost enough to make a man self-conscious." He smiled thinly. "Almost. Still, I thank you for the knowledge. It bears thought, as you say, even for one like me who scorns ambition." A soft chuckle. "Ambition, after all, requires that one spend time dashing about and plotting and leaves no leisure for conversing with pretty, witty women."

 

That was a lie so blatant Charles was sure it must show. Even if he did not enjoy the acquisition and exercise of power, still he would have been driven to rise, if only out of spite for his father.

 

As Sarah continued, declaring her loyalty to the duchess, Charles felt something strange stir within him- honest pity for a fellow creature. Almost unaware of what he was saying, he spoke.

 

"It must be hard for her grace. I know something of what it is to be taken from what you know, and left in a place entirely strange to you, in total ignorance of its customs. And her grace's position brings with it... additional burdens."

 

That's a relatively polite way of saying the lot of the Catholic wife of the Duke of York is a hard one, I think.

 

"Still, she is not without friends, at least." He nodded to Sarah.

[Heather O`Roarke]

Ambrose and Heather

 

The crude metaphor of ice pick for certain physical parts of lord Chatham, caused the wicked lady to give a husky laugh "Oh my, lieutenant Turnbull , the hurt is deep, my artistic intuition can tell. Will he freeze those cold lips even further?"

 

"To be escorted by one of the King's Lifeguard is always an honour." Readily she accepted the offered arm, resting her pale hand on his elbow clad in bright red uniform. Heather expected Life Guards to be gentlemen, well , most of them at any rate.

 

"Not cowardly," Heather conceded "rather you did not wish to add to the freezing temperatures, mm?" Around them snowflakes were covering the gardens with a soft blanket, refreshing the colour to innocent white once again. Sounds were muffled as they walked over the path.

 

"There are many people at Court, lieutenant, who would easily disparage me, just to seem as innocent as this vista," Heather wistfully remarked with a gesture at their white environment "Not that I would pretend to be innocent. I think there is no value in lacking knowledge and wit, none whatsoever." She had worked so hard at shedding that prison.

[Ambrose Turnbull]

Ambrose and Heather

 

Unwittingly he managed to get in deeper; his eyes flared and a cough followed as she pointed out he'd made a none-too-subtle visual there. And this, when he was trying to talk prettily for the lady - still she did not seem to mind it, laughing warmly even. Heather was certainly more Ambrose's type of woman. "We might hope she's the usual heat inside, but here's one finger that shan't be testing it though."

 

Yet for all of his errors, he knew manners still, and settled his hand gently atop hers where it rested on his arm. With a glance side to side, he hoped one or many of his new lifeguard friends could see; he felt a moment of triumph in the deed that was very satisfying.

 

She too cast her eyes around, though in appreciation of the virginal appearance of Whitehall under a dusting of snow. "Quite so." he was in full agreement, "why look at it, a single boot print there will be so blatantly obvious, and who's to know what sort of pitfalls are hidden underneath. Give me a path well trodden. Err, I mean, experience and skill. There's an appeal like moth to candle, in seeing a woman who know what she likes. You strike me as such a woman Countess." He was trying his luck.

[Raconteur]

Audley and Sarah

 

He had listend as she gave evidence of Faults seemingly taking them in. When he then spoke about his own lack of Ambition it made her comment

 

"I think you mislead. From even this small meeting I think me you are quite Ambitious - you have exercised some strengths tis true against the other Gentleman that required some 'dashing about' - and in that have managed to acquire knowledge previously lacked."

 

"How you choose to apply it is naturally what counts. For some gain or benefit or a way to use over another? You are a Courtier as am I, indeed as are most here I wager, and even in our own discourse we have obtained useful things - without much effort at all. Would you not agree?"

 

"To be a Catholic in times now is difficult and yet Her Grace manages. I was lucky that the Duke took me up for I am not of that Faith yet I too manage to survive. Do you?"

 

She queried back.

 

"I wonder if tis a Fair comparison Your's and Her's? I think you have a Story and hope some day I shall hear the telling of it .... But for now shall we continue exchanges? You have arrived at a Christmas Court an unsual occurrence I assure you! Normally it would have been Hampton or Windsor even so Whitehaall allows for the over-crowding. Where are you Housed?"

 

"Know you the Lord Chamberlain? Tis He that provides all the lodgings and I do not envy those that try to change yet I think he will be goodly compensated for it by Season end! Are you to stay then at Court?"

 

She was perhaps being bold yet did not care of a sudden. Her own private plans with John Churchill had fizzled slowly she guessing that he had taken up again with his former lover or somene new and so she intended to strike out on her own.

[Charles Audley]

Audley and Sarah

 

Charles clicked his tongue and frowned exaggeratedly as Sarah accused him of dishonesty. She was right, but that only made it worse.

 

Ah well. Own up, I suppose.

"Very well then, I shall admit it. I am in fact a man on the make, a thoroughbred villain, a supremely ambitious Machiavellian schemer with dark designs and an astonishing lack of scruple. Please refrain from spreading it around." He smirked. "And do say that you forgive me for the attempted deceit- I am as honest as the day is long... but it is winter, and the days are short."

 

The bulk of that was actually true but Charles had long ago learned that many people were in the habit of ignoring a truth told jokingly. It was a trick that had served him well in the past.

 

In truth, though, I should not be surprised if it fails here. This one is sharp.

 

She spoke on and Charles stroked his beard and collected his thoughts before answering, tone light and jovial.

 

"Oh, I agree that we have both benefited from this exchange but little effort? On your part, Mistress, yes, but for myself I had first to match blades with the Lieutenant and that was warm work. I'm almost tempted to ask for lessons on how to achieve my ends with less 'dashing about.'" A respectful inclination of the head before continuing, voice now more sober.

 

"Survival alone has always struck me as a rather meagre goal. If I am to deny myself such simple pleasures as this, let it be in pursuit of something grand."

 

Fool. That could well be taken as an insult to herself and the Duchess.

 

He shook himself slightly and hurried on, eager to rectify any potential damage. "I mean no offense and, in truth, perhaps phrased that poorly. I but meant that, even if surviving is all one can do, one should still dream. Tch. 'Tis too early to be philosophical. Forgive me."

 

Oh, for a draught of laudanum! But for now we have yet questions to answer.

 

"A fair comparison? Perhaps not, upon reflection. The actions that brought about my fate were mine own." A return to his earlier roguish demeanour. "As to my story, that is not a tale fit for gentle tongues to tell or civil ears to hear. A pity, for I fancy it an engaging one."

 

A quiet chuckle and a moment's pause to see how she took that before pressing on.

 

"I am in St. Marks for the nonce. As to the Lord Chamberlain -that would be Lord Arlington, yes?- I am unacquainted with the gentleman. Perhaps you could introduce me?" Another chuckle. "At this rate, I shall end up deeply in your debt. I shall have to think on how best to balance the scales. I don't suppose that there is anything you need the services of a garrulous, one-eyed rogue for, hmm?"

[Raconteur]

She had to credit him for his admittance! And the way he had stroked his beard as he had listened had drawn her attention as well and her gaze rested for a moment upon his mouth.

 

"And I am sorry for your suffering yet you come out the winner so I can not weep totally for you. And as for lessons well, I suppose t'would depend on the skills already possessed, for the others' that have suffered are what requires teaching."

 

He grew serious and so her own reply was as his

 

"Survival comes in manner forms My Lord. And I take no offense it your saying it. And as for that Grandness why the opportunity lies close by for tis a Christmas Court after all and even a Miracle or two might happen!"

 

"Not fair - you cannot speak a few lines and then take away the rest of the Story and I am well able to judge if mine ears shall hear a thing or not."

 

"St Marks?" She made a small face. "Why do you not have a room here at Court? You are a Peer after all but tis perhaps better for you to be there at this time for Court is a virtual ant hill now that the King remains. I can arrange an introduction if you like - for future use."

 

"In my debt?" Her eyes twinkled back at him at the thought. "I could claim that I do desire that we be better strangers but that would be untrue and tis a good thing to have a person such as you My Lord to have a care over and as to how I might use you - for that I think you must wait."

 

She had forgotten where she was and a gentle cough was reminder of it and so there was but little time left. What had made her speak thusly to him she did not understand but she wanted to continue the exploration of the feeling.

[Heather O`Roarke]

Ambrose and Heather

 

Heather giggled at Ambrose's wicked words that dismissed Sarah Jennings in such a fashion, enjoying their walk towards the place where the carriages gathered. She had previously ordered hers to be drawn too, for she wished to present herself to an old friend living close by the lunch hour. There was time yet before a departure became necessary though.

 

Ambrose still nimbly put one foot after the other in his mouth. She arched a red eyebrow as he described her as a well trotten path while holding her hand captive. Was the hand a trifle clammy? Difficult to feel through gloves but she imagined it nonetheless.

 

"Lieutenant," Heather teased gently "I am glad the flame to your mothy self, but really you ought to hone your tongue a little here at London's court so that instead of a moth you can be ... a pea cock. Ladies, even those well skilled, do adore flattery especially from a gallant wit. Your uniform is a good start of course. We women adore uniforms."

 

The contrast between Ambrose and the Earl really could not have been bigger. The charm of the life guard lay in his puppy like nature, being able to teach an innocent that was full of blustering enthusiasm. "Tell me, sir, do you have family and connections at court?" Even the impulsive red head could learn. She would not willingly upset this young man's patrons.

[Charles Audley]

Audley and Sarah

 

Charles smirked and replied teasingly, eye dancing wickedly.

 

"Unfair? Indeed 'tis but we have established that I am a villain, have we not? Besides, would you really be so cruel as to prize your satisfaction above the sanctity of my reputation? Why, I should never again be able to show my face with the shame if it became known that I was the sort of gentleman to share such stories with young women." An affected sigh. "Of course, I find great difficulty in refusing a pretty woman anything, so if you insist I shall part with at least some of my tale, though only under circumstances more conducive to... discretion."

 

He waited a moment to appreciate her reaction. His mouth, as it so often did, had acted without consulting his reason.

 

About as subtle as a cavalry charge. What has become of my finesse?

 

Still, to tarry or retreat now would be weakness and so Charles swept on.

 

"As to the matter of my lodgings, I may be a Peer but I am a fresh one, newly returned from the Continent, and I very much doubt that I figure highly in the thoughts of those responsible for palace accommodations. An intolerable state of affairs, I'm sure you agree, and I would greatly appreciate your help in rectifying it. An introduction to Arlington would be a fine start, should such not put you to undue trouble."

 

As much as Charles was enjoying this conversation and as loathe as he was to allow ambition infect such idle pleasures, the opportunity of meeting Arlington was not to be scorned. Besides, Charles had never yet had cause to regret being in the debt of an attractive lady.

 

Aside from that incident in Naples, of course. But We Do Not Talk About Naples.

 

Speaking of debt, it seemed that Mistress Sarah might be somewhat open to the more... interesting ways he might repay her. The thought brought a slow smile to his lips and he tapped a long, slender finger on his cheek before answering.

 

"Well, I think I can be patient in such a cause. I flatter myself that I have many talents and as many uses. Should you find yourself in need of any of them, Mistress Sarah, you need but ask and I shall be delighted to serve."

[Raconteur]

"I would not willinging cause anyone to have such a Fate as you describe and while it may be truth that you are indeed a villian your words contradict and I think there are many parts to you My Lord."

 

"You needs must tell me only when you have the desire to share - I'd not force anything - for that takes away the pleasure of the Story and denys the listner the chance to comment. And as for the location ...... "

 

She spread her hands a bit apart as if saying that too was up to him.

 

"You must familiarize yourself then with the workings of Court - I would wager that there is a room somewhere that is yours alone to use - more like then not only a single with a hearth and alcove for your servant - but yours nevertheless. The Lord Chamberlain is responsible for EVERYONES lodgings and you should make his acquaintance. If you can wait out this Time until after the New Year when Court will empty I shall arrange for it."

 

"How kind you are and I shall indeed hold you to this - There are many things about Court that hold dangers and tis in your favor to have been told - yet I think me you shall hold your own well enough."

 

She was giving him a subtile reference to the Countess as well as those close to her but it was up to him to heed it.

 

"I must leave. We have tarried over-long as it is and Her Grace will be sending a watch for us if we are not returned! I am glad to have made your acquaintance My Lord."

 

She gave him a reverance prettly executed and if he wished her hand to kiss.

 

There would be a hundred questions on the walk back she guessed and would answer some but not all. This chance meeting had stirred her and she had to think on why. The absence of John Churchill was no doubt the main fact and yet Sarah had felt an excitement that John had never made her feel.

 

This man was uncharted waters and full of the unknown. She wanted to see him again.

[Charles Audley]

Charles just barely restrained himself from arching an eyebrow at Sarah's proposed venue for story time.

 

I can't have heard that correctly. She cannot possibly have proposed that I take her to my rooms, can she? Such a deliciously bold little thing.

 

Distracted by the thought, Charles only half heard Sarah's next words- something about Arlington and the New Year- and restricted himself to smile and a quick "Greatly obliged," in reply.

 

Let us hope that such makes sense... and that I haven't just agreed to gift her the moon on a necklace or the like.

Her warning on the dangers of court fell on attentive ears and prompted a fierce grin, an expression well-suited to his features.

 

"That's what makes it interesting. A game with no stakes is a game with no fun." His grin softened. "Your faith is greatly appreciated."

 

Charles couldn't help his faint pout when Sarah announced her need to leave. He had greatly enjoyed their conversation.

 

And I've a sneaking suspicion that, of all I've accomplished this morning, this is the most like to bear useful fruit.

"I am loathe to lose your company, Mistress, but I understand the dictates of duty and am even more loathe to give your lady the spleen with you. It has been a delight to make your acquaintance. Know that your company and counsel both rank highest in all that I have gained today."

 

Subtle might be just a word to Charles, but he understood the value of elegant flattery. He stooped to press his lips to her hand. His own lingered as he straightened, thumb brushing out over her knuckles in a swift caress before he released and stepped back.

 

He hummed to himself as the girls left. It had really been a most pleasant morning.

 

Now, where did I leave my damn frock coat?

 

(OOC: Exeunt Charles. Thank you all for a fantastic thread.)

[Ambrose Turnbull]

Ambrose and Heather

 

Ambrose meanwhile was more distracted by a clamminess elsewhere.

 

"Flattery? Well, I was just about to compliment your breasts, they are magnificent, what I can see of them that is." He responded valiantly to her advice, although a bit too soon, for Heather went on to explain more exactingly. The flattery that women of court wanted was of a more elusive sort (elusive at least to Ambrose).

 

The dark haired man fell silent then, walking along with eyebrows pinched in thought.

 

He was slowly becoming aware of the level of difficultly to the task of fitting into Whitehall. "A gallant wit you say." the man grumbled, "of the likes of Dryden I suppose." Poetry was so long-winded, “Sheets to the wind, the main sail shuddered and strained... that sort of thing?.”

 

But then the redhead changed the topic. Asked after his connections. Ambrose did not actually have any, but he'd gained a favour from the Admiral, and so stretched the truth so say, "The Prince of the Rhine is my patron marm." Which might even explain a little of Ambrose lack of polished tongue - Prince Rupert's use of profanities was a norm.

[Heather O`Roarke]

Ambrose and Heather

 

It was a pity that in such snowy weather one did not carry a fan, or Heather could have playfully hit the officer on his arm. "For shame, lieutenant, the things you say," the redhead teased in coy tones, which of course only meant please do continue "It was not that kind of flattery that I was thinking of. Why, outside the bedchamber most aristocratic maidens would be put to blush by such language."

 

"Dryden? Odd's Fish," Heather exclaimed blasphemously, shocked Ambrose would even mention that particular poet,"No, but he's a dry one and his play sgo on forever. All these tragedies. No, this age is for comedy, my dear Turnbull. I see I shall have to educate you on the proper language of court. Have you not ever read the work of Godiva? They are far shorter, a few stanza's, and they tease and mock, while titelating the senses." If I do say so myself.

 

Oh dear. Heather heaved a heavy sigh. "I'm afraid your prince does not always approve of me and my ways," she admitted. It was difficult to estimate what precisely Rupert thought of her, but he had vehemently protested against both the seduction of Beverley and leading the German Sophia astray. In fact, he was a patron of Queen Katherine whom she now heartily disliked due to the woman's insults after Heather had supported her, that ungrateful b.... nor was he likely to approve of any education she might offer to his officers. "He must think me a most wicked creature."

 

Meanwhile they had walked beyond the area where the carriages were drawn up, more towards the stables. Spontanously the redhead decided a visit to her Arabian might be in order before she sped away. Behind the stables she stopped. The lady leaned into Ambrose whispering huskily"I must be a forbidden fruit to you, I think."