Stable boy

Sylva is alone in the world. She lives in a manor with her mom but still her mom wants her to live on high society. She can't, not with having to marry Hash in a year or with her love of horses. Then she meets Jane. A girl hiding in her stables, together they start on a journey to freedom.


10. 10

I climbed the ladder immediately.  When the door had clicked shut Hash had not even looked up.  He had been reading, and I was not supposed to.

I stuffed the two books into the bottom of my bag, The Man Of The World by Henry Mackenzie and The Fashionable Friend by Elizabeth Bonhote.

Once I sat by Hash he asked plainly, “what is in the bag”?

Heat rose to my face at the effort of lieing.  My tough was to big.  Still I was desperate to read.  Mom had the library under lock and no key when dad was away.

“The servant drought me pastries when I was in the other room,” I replied.

“Well then in that case sit and eat,” he said.

I sat and took a sip of the tea.

“So about Boston,” he started to say before I interrupted.

“News goes fast,” I said.

“Yes, but did you hear about it,” he asked.

“Who has not at this point,” I reasoned.

“That man you danced with told you,” he said accusingly.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Do you like my father more than me!” he stated harshly.

“Actually I would have danced with anyone who asked just because it is my duty,” I countered.

“My dad!” he shouted.

“I saw no resemblance,” I said defensively.

He bit his lip trying to say another retort.  Hash stared at the cut till blood dripped off his chin, and onto his shirt.

“You blasted girl!” he howled!

I shrank back into my chair.  My heart was racing wildly, all I could focus on was Hash.


I shrunk further back and pulled my legs over my chest.  Hash jumped and stood up tall.

One glance around the chair told me that the man who had banged the door open was his father, the man I had danced with last night.

“Hash what is going on!” he shouted.

The servant that had helped me earlier came in at that moment.  Her eyes darted around wildly; with a shaking voice she asked the man, “may I have you cout”.

He handed it to her and she darted off.

“Dad she danced with you!” exclaimed Hash.

He looked at me and said, “So she did”.

“She is so much younger and she is my betrothed,” he bickered.

“So,” I whimpered.  I had meant to shout it not have it come out weak and pathetic.

“Are you alright?” asked the man.

“Yes,” I replied.

He judged me a while longer.

I sat normally and finished the tea in the cup with a loud slurp to get them to stop looking at me.

“Call me James,” he said to me and then turned to his son and sharply ordered, “never let me catch you doing something like that again or I will personally lash you”.

Hash ducked his head and walked down the hall.  Probably to torture some poor servant, I never wanted to see him again.

“So Sylva what was that about?” asked James sitting in Hash’s former seat.

“Your son is a control freak, who thinks that I should not read or do anything other then have kids!” I replied trying to keep my tone even.

“I do agrae with the kid part but the book part no, you should do what you want inbetween that,” he answered.

I gave him a baffled look, who was this man?

“Well I have work to do,” he said excusing himself.

Once he was gone I sat with my head in slow.  All I seemed to be able to do was stare out the window.  I stared out the windows the rest of the day.  It was almost midnight when a new servant came in and announced, “You and your mom are spending the night”.

“Tell the master that I will stay in this room then,” I said still looking out the window.

“He want’s you at the dinner table,” the servant which I was now able to tell was male, said.

I looked at the food still on the table.  At some point I had drank all the tea.  The pastries were untouched.

“Ok can I have directions?” I asked after a while.

“Miss our you ok, all you can do is look out the window or the food?” he questioned.

He was right.  All I had done most of today was look out the window.  My stomach was still reling.  I could no longer tell if it was from seeing the boy this morning, or from not eating today.  

“Actually I will go to bed early, tell them I already ate,” I ordered.

“That would be a lie,” he said softly.

He was right on that to.  I had no enjoy though and all I wanted sleep.

“Just show me where the guest rooms are,” I responded.

“Yes ma'am,” he said.

I got up.  My nee that I had hit on the rafter howled in protest along with my sore butt.

The servant boy lead me to a room.  It was rather plain.

The surprise must have showed on my face because he said, “we normally change it to a guest pered things”.

“It’s fine,” I reassured him.

I laid down.


I was awoken at dawn only a few hours later.  My head was pounding with pressure behind my eyes.  A knock on the door soon cut through the pounding.

“What!” I called iritently.

“Your mother want’s you to leave now,” called a servant through the door.

“I’m up now,” I answered, and I was, just because I knew that when I got home I could sleep all day.  I did too.


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