Storm and Silence

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You got that right mister. Satisfied, I nodded to myself. At least the fellow knew his place.

Apparently though, Ella didn’t. ‘You are not a nobody!’ she protested. ‘And I’m not more important than you!’

What the… of course you are! Through a gap in the foliage, I shot a glare at my little sister. She should squash this fellow until he was her willing slave, not try to build his self-esteem! Men’s heads were big enough already.

Ella seemed to think otherwise. ‘You are everything to me, Edmund,’ she declared. ‘Everything!’

‘As are you to me.’

‘Oh, Edmund.’

‘Oh, Ella, my love.’

For a few more minutes they continued their protestations of love and debate about who had missed whom more in the unimaginably long twenty-two hours or so that they had been separated. Finally though, they seemed to run out of sweet compliments and flowery similes for the passionate strength of their love.

The first pause ensued, and then, in a voice as tense as could be, Edmund asked:

‘How do things stand, my love? What of Sir Philip?’

Ella took a moment to answer. Peeking through the bushes, I saw that she was clutching the fence for support.

‘He came to visit me today,’ she whispered.

Edmund’s eyes slid shut, and he let himself fall against the fence. ‘Oh fearful harbinger of doom!’ he groaned.

‘He brought me flowers.’

‘What agony!’

‘They were pink roses.’

‘This is unbearable! Please, God, strike me down with a bolt of lightning!’

I glanced up towards the night sky. It didn’t look like God was in the mood to oblige Edmund. I wished he would. Then at least the moaning and groaning would stop.

‘And he said I was more beautiful than any flower he had ever brought me.’

‘Enough! Enough!’ With another groan, Edmund slid down the fence until he was on his knees in the grass. ‘Have mercy on me!’

‘He also said I was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes upon,’ Ella continued, blushing. ‘I asked him how it was he had met that few girls, and he laughed.’

‘Please! I beg of you, stop! You are killing me! Stop!’

‘Dearest Edmund!’ For the first time, Ella seemed to realize that he was on the ground, unable to stand. Her face filled with horror, and she raised a hand to her mouth. ‘What are you saying? I would never dream of hurting you!’

Personally, I thought she had done a splendid job of ripping his heart into tiny little pieces, but if I cheered her on, that would probably alert them to my presence. So I kept quiet and just pulled a branch aside to see better.

‘And yet you are,’ Edmund moaned. ‘You are hurting me more than anyone has ever hurt me in my life! The way you speak of Sir Philip showering you with gifts and compliments… I cannot bear it!’

‘But my love, you wished me to tell you everything! You expressly demanded it.’

‘I know, I know. And yet it tortures me to hear it. Especially to hear the tone in which you speak. You sound as if his attentions are very welcome to you. Oh, I see how it is. Your new suitor brings with him a great name and honourable rank, and I shall soon be forgotten. Winning your love has only been a dream. Oh Eros,[30] why do you torture me so?’

‘A dream?’ Not caring if her dress got dirty, Ella dropped to her knees in the muddy grass to be at eye level with Edmund. My, my, she really had to love him. I remembered very well the talking-to I had received from my aunt the last time I had gotten my dress dirty.

‘Edmund, if my love for you is a dream, then the sun is a phantom and the moon an illusion. My love for you is just as indestructible and everlasting as those two giants of the sky. Yet it is by no means as distant. It is right here.’

With a tender gesture she touched herself right above her heart.

‘It is?’ Edmund whispered. ‘It truly is?’

Oh, come on already! She’s already told you it is, hasn't she?

Honestly, I was a bit frustrated with the fellow. She had told him she loved him about three dozen times now, and he still didn’t seem to have gotten the message. You would have thought once would be enough. How dense could he be?

‘I swear on everything that is holy,’ Ella responded with fervour. ‘I love you.’

‘But the way you spoke of Sir Phillip…’

‘I may have been flattered, Edmund, I do not deny it.’ Shamefully, she let her eyes sink to the ground. ‘It is the first time in my life that I have been noticed by such a great and powerful man, and the strange feeling might for a moment have gone to my head. But that is all it is, Edmund. I swear. I love you, now and forever.’

Edmund wet his lips. He opened his mouth, and when he spoke, his voice was hoarse:

‘But what then will you say when this great and powerful man asks you to become his wife?’

Ella rocked back on her heels. The question had hit her like a kick in the stomach.

I, for my part, was feeling an urge to kick Edmund in the stomach.

‘Edmund, I…’ Her words trailed off into nothingness. She seemed not capable of forming a response.

‘This is what it all comes down to,’ Edmund persisted, his eyes burning with passion - or maybe hay fever. I wasn’t exactly an expert in the different nuances of burning eyes. ‘Last time we could wait and hope. Last time we could imagine that it was only a passing fancy on his part, hope that Wilkins would be gone soon and we would be safe. But now? I tell you, my love, my darling, he intends to marry you. Sooner or later, he will ask you. The question that remains now is: what will be your answer?’

‘Please, Edmund, don't!’

‘Will you answer yes?’

‘I… I…’

‘I see reluctance in your eyes. I see tears streaming down your face. It is enough. I see, you do not wish to have him. Will you do the only other thing possible, then? Will you save our love? Will you deny him?’

Burying her face in her hands, Ella gave an anguished wail. Tears spilled right and left, and she still wasn’t using any onions. Really impressive. This ‘love’-thingy really had to be something if it could make people act this crazy.

‘My aunt spoke of the wedding as a certain thing,’ Ella whispered through her fingers. ‘She told me how great a match it would be for me and how happy she was for me, knowing that I would be provided for, and happy, and safe for the rest of my life.’