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Chapter Two – The Colonel

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I have written a couple of short stories on the blog so far but am now working on a larger project. This will take me some time but I wanted to share a little of this with everyone to get their opinions and any feedback you may feel like giving. This is a book for children and this is Chapter Two, Chapter One is already out there. Please be honest with me…..

The Ghosts of Misteldown Hall

Chapter Two – The Colonel

It was early on Saturday morning. Charlie had to go downstairs, he just wasn’t sure he was ready. He was washed and dressed but he had to get himself ready to face his grandfather, the old Colonel. The Colonel had been away for a week on business and had returned home late the previous night. Charlie wondered how his grandfather would greet him. He remembered his father’s words and was nervous. His grandfather seemed to be the key to something but what? There was only one way to find out. Charlie left his bedroom and walked down the long staircase.

Charlie opened the door to the Breakfast Room quietly and peeked in. There he sat reading some papers with his glasses halfway down  his nose and a very stern expression. ‘Good morning Grandfather’, said Charlie as he moved quickly to the breakfast dishes on the dresser. Charlie wasn’t very hungry but he picked up some eggs and toast and sat down near his grandfather. The whispers were there, very quiet but there were many voices buzzing in Charlie’s ears. Charlie could swear they were excited, he only wished he could make out what they said.

‘Good morning Charlie’, said the Colonel, ‘I thought you and I would spend the day together’. The eggs suddenly tasted like rubber and Charlie had to swallow hard. ‘Yes of course sir’, he replied. Breakfast was finished in silence as the Colonel returned to his papers. Charlie sat chewing on cardboard toast as he waited for his grandfather to tell him what would happen next. The Colonel slowly folded his papers, removed his glasses and finished his tea. He smiled across at Charlie and said, ‘Shall we take a walk in the grounds my boy?. They both stood and got ready to leave the house.

It was a beautiful morning as they walked away from the house. The birds were singing and the sun sparkled off the dew on the grass. Charlie and his grandfather trudged along quietly for a while and then the Colonel began to talk. ‘Did you know Charlie, that our family has lived here for over almost seven hundred years? This is the second house built on this land. My great-great-great-grandfather George started this house in 1740 but did not live to see it finished. His son William had to complete his father’s work. We have history here and it is our duty to protect and keep this land.’ ‘Do you know all the history about our family grandfather?’, asked Charlie. ‘I know a lot of it Charlie’, replied the old man, ‘but then I had wonderful teachers’. The Colonel smiled and Charlie felt that his grandfather was somewhere else for a little while. They walked in silence.

The Colonel began to speak again, almost as if to himself. Charlie had to listen really hard. ‘You may find some of this hard to believe Charlie but I must ask you to pay close attention. Our family has been here for many, many generations but before we settled there was a lot of conflict. Your ancestors were all brave men but the bravest was the first here, Arthur. He fought for his King bravely and was rewarded with this estate. He settled here and hoped for peace but that was not possible. There were too many who were jealous of his success. Arthur was threatened by many but the worst was Philip Townsley, he was an evil man. He plotted revenge against Arthur as he believed that he should have been rewarded by the King. This was nonsense of course, Townsley had not been brave in battle but he wanted the rewards due to others.’

‘Why would anyone do that Grandfather’, asked Charlie. He was puzzled that anyone would want to take what belonged to someone else. ‘It is hard to tell Charlie but there are people who will take what is not theirs. Philip Townsley was determined to take the land and any glory from Arthur. His chance came when Arthur was out hunting with only a few men. Philip and his men ambushed Arthur and killed his men. They took Arthur and tied him up so that Philip could gloat before he killed Arthur. Philip was so worked up by his success that he started to talk and shout. He cried how he would now be the Lord of this land and his family would prosper and grow while Arthur’s family would diminish into nothing. He was quite mad by now and cried out that Arthur would get no peace even in death. Philip cursed Arthur and said that Arthur and all his descendants would watch this misery for seven generations after their death so that their misery would last and last. With that he killed a good man with one strike of his sword.’

Charlie gasped. He was aghast and tears filled his eyes at the thought of his brave and good ancestor. ‘I know this is hard for you Charlie but there is more’, said the Colonel. Arthur had a son, Robert. He was young, only seventeen when Townsley killed his father. He had realised that something was wrong when his father had not returned from the hunt and went to look for his father with a few men. They arrived just as Townsley had killed Arthur and they attacked in cold, hard anger. Townsley and his men were felled where they stood. Robert ran to his father and wept over his body. He touched Arthur’s face and immediately heard his father’s voice telling him to be strong and take care of the family and all those people who depended on them.’

‘How do you know this story so well Grandfather?’ asked Charlie. The Colonel smiled. ‘This tale has passed in all it’s detail through all of our generations Charlie. You will know the history of our family as well as I do so that you can pass it on to your children and grandchildren.’ ‘But why will I do that sir?’ asked Charlie. ‘Why will I need to tell this tale?’. ‘So that you can explain the whispers’ the old man said quietly. He looked at Charlie with the softest expression. ‘All the whispers you hear Charlie, they are the voices of your ancestors. Townsley’s curse came true. When the men of this family die they do not leave us until seven generations have passed. You will meet them soon. Come now, time we returned you to your mother. Don’t worry, we will talk again soon’. Together the old man and the young boy silently made their way back to the manor house……….

End of Chapter Two © Lesley Miller 2010

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November 29, 2010 at 12:03 am 2 comments


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