Charles Blount Posted February 20 Share Posted February 20 A Quiet Chat, Sunday Evening, The Mountjoy’s Apartments Although they were able to see each other periodically throughout the day it was difficult, with the constant interruptions and public nature of their service, to be able to converse in any depth or privacy. Charles had discovered that the best times for he and Ursula to spend some quiet uninterrupted time together was in the evening after their duties and social commitments were done for the evening and they could converse about anything or everything quietly together without the need to maintain their public personalities. Ursula had very fine blond hair that she took great care of by having her maid brush her golden locks before retiring. When they were newly married Charles would often join his wife, dismiss the maid, and brush her hair himself quietly discussing various subjects. Once she became Mistress and he Equerry to the Queen these moments became rarer but Charles still enjoyed them. Ursula was in her room doing things that women do. He was not exactly sure what such things were but it involved many jars and vessels of creams and oil and powders and the like. He once asked what all the accoutrements were for and was told it was to ‘moisturize’ but when he asked why she didn’t just splash some water on her face he was told he could leave the room. Since then he refrained from commenting upon the growing collection of apothecarist articles which festooned his wife’s dressing table. He himself was in his own room at his dressing table which contained a much sparser collection of appurtenances. He had a washbasin with a towel and water that met his moisturizing needs, a jar of tooth powder, bottle of cologne that he had purchased in Cologne, a razor, brush and comb on a silver trey and a bit of deer antler. The antler did not do anything he just thought it looked nice. As he sat there fondling his antler he recalled his truncated conversation with Ursula as they made their way to the King’s dinner and thought that it might be a good time for a quiet chat as she seemed to be a bit apprehensive about something. He casually put down his antler and made his way to Ursula’s room. There was a soft knock upon Ursula’s door. “Do you mind if I come in My Dear.” As there was no objection he entered. He was casually dressed in his colorful banyan with but comfortable shirt and britches underneath and velvet slippers. He was not even wearing a wig or headwrap. Was he feeling frisky? He was carrying a small red silk bag which he placed in front Ursula as he pulled up a stool to be next to her. “I have brought you something Dearest, open it.” Upon opening she would see a boar-bristle hair brush of rosewood chased with silver inlay. “When boars are in rut they develop a hard layer of fat in their shoulders to protect them when they fight other boars. This causes their bristles to become stronger and coarser which makes them perfect for use as a hair brush. I have been collecting the finest bristles I could find and had this made for you. Hope you like it.” Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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