The Shadownight Legacy

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17. 8 – Extract from the Diary of Captain Thomas Rogue

I waited for her to come in.

I’d been so occupied with the Girls’ Birthday, that it was no Surprise that I’d paid very little Mind to her. She wouldn’t admit it – least of all, to me – but it would sting her.

Guitar strapped over my Shoulder, Midnight clicked the Door open and I broke into Song:

 

Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
One morning last July
Down a
bóithrín green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
Oh she looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, that I pinched myself
For to see I was standing there.


And from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
That I met in the County Down.

 

Midnight looked at me bashfully, and came to sit down next to me.
As she onward sped when I scratched my head
And I looked with a feeling rare
And I said, says I, to a passer-by:

Who's that maid with the nut-brown hair?
He smiled at me, and he said, says he,
She's the gem of Ireland's crown.
She's young Midnight forged of Shadow-night;
She's the star of the County Down.

And from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
That I met in the County Down.


Well I've travelled a bit, but I’ve never been hit
Since my roving career began
But fair and square I surrendered there
To the charms of young that young woman.
With a heart to let and no tenant yet
Did I meet with in shawl or gown.
But in she went and I asked no rent
From the star of the County Down.

 

And from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
That I met in the County Down.

 

Midnight smiled and looked away, “D’you never get tired of serenading?”

I smiled, but my grin dropped a little… Had I just heard her sniff?

“Aye,” I said, carefully, “Ye know that singin’ is my Forte.”
“That’s true,” she said… By Godfrey Elijah! Was she rubbing her Eyes?

“You a’right, Love?” I asked.

“I… um,” she looked at me. Her Eyes were red, “I’m fine.”

Myself, never knowing how to deal with a Woman in tears, said, “Was’t the Song? Because I can add it t’the List–”

“No, Thomas, it’s not the S–”

“Is it because o’ the Keg o’ Rum under the Bed, because I can–”

“There’s a Keg of Rum under the B–?”

“Okay, so not that – is it because I’m still Blonde? Because, ye know, Hair-Dye is very advanced an’ such–”

 

She kissed me – probably more so to shut me up, but all the same – I kissed her back.

Midnight ran her Fingers through the Stubble on my Jowls and then withdrew, her Hands still clasping my Face, “It’s none of those Things, Thomas,” she whispered.

“Sorry. I panicked.”

She smiled slightly, “I couldn’t tell,” she said, sarcastically.
“What’s the Matter?”
She sighed, and put her Hands in her Lap, biting her bottom Lip, “I know you only just got Here, Thomas, but I think… I think you might have to leave again.”

Leave? Why?”

 

Midnight explained the incident with Queenie. She’d been getting Assassination Contracts from the Nihilist Group, the Chess Pieces.

“But…”  I said, aghast, “but how did they even reach her? Ye did everyth’un t’keep ‘em away!”
“Queenie’s been goin’ into the Forest. She found a Ditch under the Fence. That must’ve been the Way she got out, and the Way they reached her.”
“Bloody Hell…”

“Thomas…” Midnight bit her Lip, her Voice barely audible, “she’s got the Murder of the Earl of Richmond on her hands.”
My Eyes widened, “She’s done it?”
“Aye.”
 

“Damn it… They’re not goin’ t’let her go, are they?”
“No.”
I paused, putting a Hand on Midnight’s Shoulder, “I’ll send Word t’my Quarter-Master. I’ll leave as soon as Possible. Sink any English Ships that come too Close.”

She nodded.

“I’ll come back, Midnight. This won’t be a long Affair.”
Her Face crumpled, “And… if you don’t come back?” she choked.

“Then,” I said, embracing her. She buried her Head in my Shoulder, “then, I love you. Ye’re in my Head an’ in my Heart, all the Time, Midnight,” I stroked her back, “All the Time.”

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