With this sign you will vanquish him
Chapter Twenty Four
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ometimes we do have revolutions over inequity,” continues Arthur.  “Those in control know that. “Indeed they plan on it. French Masonic groups as example, those attending the secret societies, before the revolution in France most believed they were involved in a fresh new beginning. ‘We have found a way to bring back our rights,’ is how they spoke of it.
“Little did they know the whole thing was planned by agents paid to expand the secret societies, by the few who gain from the motto ‘Ordo ab chao’ ‘Order out of chaos’ Which really means, ‘We will instigate chaos so we will have control as always.’”
George laughs.  ”Let us hear it, old man!  The French Revolution?   Were the families involved?”
“Indeed,” Arthur replies.  “After Jehanne’s battle with the English, nothing has changed.  The system remains.  From Merovingian dynasties through the Capet house, the persecution of Gallican ideals, the Cathar concept of life taken from the Byzantium ethos, the Vaudois Christian movement that believed in the words of Jesus, betrayed by their officials, corrupted Roman popes corrupting Vaudois high officers in secret, these high officials practising everything the original Vaudois were against. As is normal when you include in your belief structure the concept of ‘high officers.’”
“The cooking of women, children and men Huguenot in ovens. Yes, George!  So we arrive at the beginnings of the `Revolution' where people who have long been forced to pay tithe to the Roman church suddenly have had enough.”
“Laughable really.  The king wants more money, which means more tax from the people who pay tax.  Debt is due from loans owed to the financial houses, the bankers — the families one might say — money lent to help the Americans achieve their ‘independence.’  Something the families were very much for. Now the people have to pay for the plans of the families.
“Many aristocrats do not pay tax for military help to the king in past wars.  The rich being exempt from tax, the peasants and farmers who pay tax resent.  Many of the town dignitaries do not pay tax through manipulation of tax law, most of their income and wealth excluded.
“Only the peasant, the small farmers, and the ordinary city and town people pay all their supposed due.  If they do not pay their house is burnt as example.
“With regards the church, forced tax is taken, peasants, farmers, the ordinary city and town people having often to pay twice for church services when church land becomes transferred to distant monastic and Bishopric ownership.”
“France is seething.  Voltaire, Beccaria, Rousseau, that given to them in knowledge from the Great Encyclopdia first allowed then banned.  Revolution across the ocean, assisted by the French king, a fine example.  For the families, what better way to take control of the French revolutionary spirit then through the growing movement of secret societies.
“Rosicrucian, Martinzists, the Grand Orient, Emperors of the Orient, Chevaliers of the Orient, Philalèthes. Weishaupt out of Germany, his Perfectibilists funded by the interests of the families, has his hand everywhere.
“The whip comes when ordinary villagers have difficulty paying that which told is owed, enhancing the cry within their secret society meetings:    Liberty!    Eqality! Fraternity!
“To get more tax for bankers pockets the King is forced by ancient law to have an Estates-General, a meeting of nobility and bourgeoisie.  But in a revolutionary framework, the Estates-General becomes the impetus for delegates sent from towns and villages across the country to establish their own councils in Paris. Out of these councils, one council that incorporates the Estates-General issuing decrees, one such to have the clergy paid by the state, and all church finances handled by the state, with pensions from the state if a clergy person could not find it within their conscience to go along with such a proposal.
“Mass resistance by the priests and nuns prompted by the Papa in Rome — control through dispersement of money being a most important aspect within religious teaching, as it is with all systems of the families.  One might ask what it matters — the families will control through government if not religion.  True!  So the value to the families' mentors in inner-space will be the deaths and torture and cruelty that takes place during this ‘revolution.’”
Meg fishing in the bags for anything remaining finds a tin stacked on end.  Easing the lid, seeing the twisted wax papers, she squeals, “Toffee!”
“Still warm,” Meg brings out the small packets. “Cooked in the pan this very morning.”
While they chew, Arthur returns to his talking:  “Now we get to the ‘Reign of Terror.’  Marat returns from England where he has been protected.  Twenty-four of the clerics who back the Pope rather than agree to the clergy state pension system, on a September day are tied, then cudgelled to death.  In the forced tithing resentment built over the years, a thousand priests and nuns slaughtered.
“The guillotine in constant operation, aristocrats and their families are put to death.  The ‘Reign of Terror’ ends with Marat killed in his bath-tub by his sweetheart. Saint-Just along with Robespierre underneath the guillotine.
“Napoleon Bonaparte brings his army into Paris.  We all know Napoleon and his battles.  Waterloo saw 15,000 men dead and wounded while serving in Nelson’s victory.  25,000 men either dead or wounded on the French side.
“Then ‘Ordo ab chao’  Order out of chaos.  The system as it always is:  Napoleon III with his tyranny.  Then more chaos:  Bismarck, the Prussian siege.  Followed by the Paris Commune, communes in Lyon, Marseille and other French cities, attempts to bring free societies, or as history books tell us, the anarchism or ‘radicalisation of the workers.’
“Importation of troops are brought to Paris from areas of France who have no sympathy for the idealists, the young soldiers knowing nothing of that which these idealists are trying to achieve, fighting takes place. Order re-established. Fortunately enough French people know what the idealists are attempting, forcing the system politicians to grant a general amnesty.
“Which brings us to today.  One might say things have changed for the better.  That is no doubt true.  That it will last is not true. Death and poverty for many will come again — the way of the families.  Each generation has to fight for whatever freedom they can hold onto.  If they do not they will be further enslaved for that is the system of the families.  Wars will proceed.  The people will fight and die and pay tax for the politicians being possessed to pass more law.  The system under the families will not change”  
Arthur holds out his hand for the remaining toffee at the bottom of the tin.
. . .
Annabell and Milly have reached the old lane that leads to the stone ruins.  Guiding Milly gently into the lane that she came down the day her uncle was killed, Annabell is glad she brought the pony.  With Milly she feels Heart is near.
Thoughts of Uncle Ronald come.  She has returned so many times to where he fell, to where it all ended.
As the pony trots along the path, she thinks of a past where on a pony smaller than Milly, she rides with uncle.
“Never force an animal upon the moors,” he said.  “An animal has special sights and instincts and will recognise holes or danger that might be hidden.”
Taking her to Leatherleaf, Uncle Ronald points to the bushes that surround the water.  Dismounting, a few steps and suddenly uncle Ronald’s foot has begun to sink. He has to pull back quickly. She’d been frightened.  He’d smiled.  “Even where the grass appears quite solid, it is not.”
“Underneath are vast caverns,” her uncle had said as they came away.  “Grass floats upon root and the growth of plants that live in the water.  All is deceptive.  “Once one begins to sink, just struggling with the root entanglement drags one deeper and deeper into the mire.  Many have been lost here.”
She asks if he knows someone who has been lost.  He said mostly he would read about a disappearance, but one fellow who worked on the Manor farmland, Ned Sangle, Ned had gone hunting.  His horse returned.
When they went searching all that remained was his hat resting upon grass that floated.  They could not recover the body.  Never got the hat.  “It’s easy to misjudge where the water begins,” he had said.  “Especially when night comes. Ned would hunt at night.”
Milly trotting down the overgrown path reaches where the path widens, quickens as she smells the stream water. By the stream, off the pony, Annabell kisses Milly on the neck.  “Drink, my love. We will rest here.  I will sit here under these branches and watch.”
In a cluster of trees, leaning against a bough where she faces towards the open moors, time seems to stop. Perfume that Annabell has draws a bee, hovering for a moment.  In the quietness only the water gurgles.
Thoughts move to Bear and the cottage he had planned as an escape from the big house.  A stab of pain shoots through her.
Behind are the ruins, the entrance to the courtyard where her uncle lay.  ‘Dear uncle Ronald, had it not been for me you would be with Aunt Constance now.’
Idly she plays with the folding of her riding skirt.  Many moments of thoughts of her uncle come, thoughts of that which they have done together
Shaping the softness of her hat, laying her head down, ‘I wonder where I will be.  I wonder when.  I wish...  I wish your words could guide me, uncle.’
She calls, “Uncle!  Uncle can you hear me?”   Milly at the sound, looks across at her.
A few clouds seem to draw as they float slowly overhead. Her eyes now closed, she drops into sleep.  Water, leatherleaf is in front of her.  The water waiting, afraid, she is stepping, gliding it seems.  She should be falling, but a leatherleaf has her, a leatherleaf has captured her, a leatherleaf seems to be holding her.
Milly is nudging at her hair.
“Hello, my love.”  Annabell’s eyes open.
“Why, how my wits delay me.  Is it not astonishing that I linger here.”  Then she laughs suddenly.  It might be the first time she has laughed, it has been so long.
Milly gives a wet kiss with her tongue.
“Oh!  You’re going to smother me.”  Annabell wipes her cheeks, her nose with her skirt.
Now on her knees, she places her arms upon Milly.  “My love, you are such a comfort.  I know now you are here for Heart!”
Tears stream, all the agony pours forth: ‘Dear Heart.  I know, I know, my love!  But it was my foolishness.  I cannot bring him back.  I have to tell him I’m sorry.’
In a moment of despair she gets up, clambers over the stream, runs out into the fen.
The pony clops after her and she shouts, “You will find your way home.  You will tell them, Milly, for they will want to know.”
Then in the distance she sees two boys riding.  Is that Æthelred the young deacon?  She recognises his hat.
“Milly,” Annabell holds out a hand for the pony.  “We’ll speak with them, my love.  I have quite forgotten.  We’ll ask Æthelred which direction to Leatherleaf we must go.”
. . .
Beginning their return back, suddenly they have to stop.
Stumbling over a stone, Constance grabs Meg.  “I’m so sorry,” she exclaims as soon as Meg has steadied her.
Constance’s fingers feel around the ankle.  “Hold me a moment longer, Meg.”  Patting around the outside of the Wellington, “Should I take off the boot?  Do you mind waiting with me?”
George and Arthur helping her to sit upon the path.  “I don’t think there is a sprain,” Constance gingerly pulls off the boot, feels around where there is pain.  Another feel. “It’s barely noticeable.”  She glances at Meg.  “You will help me if we let these two go.”
“We are not going,” Arthur answers.
Gently placing the Wellington back over her foot, “If you can help.”  Each grab an arm, bring Constance to her feet. The foot stepped upon, more weight upon it.  “It seems to be fine.  I am sure if we walk, it will correct itself.”
“We will walk slower,” says Arthur, and if needs we will get a horse.  “Let us know!”
“Just a little slower,” Constance bends again to pat her ankle.  Straightening herself, the three standing around her, “Arthur, your trip to Languedoc, tell Meg and George.”  Constance winks at Meg.  “Southern France! It’s a great tale.”
Arthur bows in the formal way.  “If you say, my dear.” He looks at Meg and George.  “It goes a long way back.”
“Stop me thinking about my foot, Arthur!”
“I will, my dear.”  A couple of deep breaths.  “I really prayed for Henrietta’s recovery.  The symptoms indicated a slow poison. Going to a specialist in Paris we knew, the awful news was that she might not recover.  ‘Let’s go down.  Henrietta was firm, ’To the old chapel that had been restored by priest Bérenger Saunière, she meant. One of Henrietta's passion was Mary Magdalene. Languedoc she believed was where Jesus visited Mary. At least part of him.”
“Part of him?”  asks George.
“His visits to the apostles may have been in his, as you would call it, Astral, star body, or ghost state, lowering its energy into this frequency.  Henrietta said his body seen after the crucifixion would not have been his mortal body. When death takes place in the human body, all groundings change.  With Jesus, the disappearance of his physical body would have meant a very fast frequency change into the ether, no long physical decay.”
“So it is possible, with mind controlling the lowered-in-frequency inner body, that Jesus had a life with Mary, and a life in India. Records have him die in India. Languedoc has tales of him being there.  He may well have travelled to the British Isles from Languedoc with Joseph of Arimathea, the wealthy trader.  Tin Joseph’s interest in this isle.”
“For a long time I had difficulty believing Jesus existed, but I couldn’t get away from the story of Pontius Pilate. All the rest of the fable to me came out of the past long before Jesus.  So many crucifixions.  So many saviours born on the 25th, as the sun rests in the south after the solstice for three days, only to be resurrected to give us in the north warmth.  The story of the Virgin Mother, how many other tales of saviours having virgin births?  So Jesus himself if he was real was not the person depicted in the Bible, that is how I believed.
“But when it came to Pontius Pilate asking the crowd who they wanted to be released on this special night, there was some originality there.  The violent Jesus Barabbas, a person with the name Bar Abbâ, meaning ‘son of the father’ in Aramaic, included in the story because Jesus, Yeshua the rabbi, would speak of himself as being the son of the father.
“Records in other bibles do indicate there is a Jesus, a Yeshua Bar Abbâ who is a bandit, Jesus, Yeshua, being as common a name then as George or Arthur is now.
“Pilate telling the crowd they had a choice between Yeshua the rabbi, and Yeshua the bandit, to me this part of the story has a ring of truth.  If I were Pilate I would do the same thing.  Pilate would have been able to see there was something about the man Yeshua the rabbi that was different.
“So Pilate, stuck in a politically difficult situation, no one wants to oppose priests, perhaps bring on a whole new vengeful war in the name of the Jewish God, Pilate wanted to make sure he, himself, would not be convicted by his Gods.  Convicted for having put to death such a one as Yeshua the rabbi, who might in his realm be a God, as Pilate understood Gods.  So the washing of his hands in public.
“The next question is what has Yeshua the rabbi done to make the crowd choose Yeshua the bandit for release, who is said to have caused death in his acts of violence. The rabbi has done no harm, only good to the ordinary person.  The harm he has done has been to the Pharisees and the Scribes, for he has been saying you people who listen to me don’t need them to reach, to pray to your ‘Father.’ You can do it on your own.  It is the only way to reach your ‘Father.’
“Yeshua the rabbi, stories of his miracles, his god-like ability to change reality, as these tales spread surely the crowd would have heard.  What made them do as they did?
“One might say the crowd was not that large.  All there had been paid by the priests to call for the release of Jesus Barabbas.  One could say the crowd have become convinced by the priests that Yeshua the rabbi is not who he says he is. Someone with such great power, why would he allow himself into this situation?  The fact that he has been whipped proves that he is man, nothing more than man.  A god would not allow such.  Nor would a saviour.  Many saviours have been crucified, but are the crowd aware of this?  Knowledge outside an ordinary Jewish person’s religious teaching.
“Why does Jesus allow that which take takes place in the story? This idea he dies to save humankind from hell worlds, to me this is straight from the press — or at that time spoken — lies of the families.  They revel in it.  They revel in having the heard believe in that which to them is nonsense.
“Why does Jesus allow himself to be whipped and then crucified, if this is what happened.  I would say because he could not stop them.”
“He could not stop them,” repeats George
“No!  It wasn’t part of the rule of The Game.”
“Because inside The Game if it hasn’t been agreed then it isn’t going to happen,” says George.  “Agreed by the right and left players.”
“Exactly,” replies Arthur.  “An agreement that miracles happen, if they did, I believe they did.  An agreement that Jesus could be harmed?
“I myself have seen miracles happen on an individual level, not many people around, no profound after-situation.  There’s always a balancing between the players, but The Game would not be interesting if the players did not have choice.
“On a larger scale, parting of the waves in the trek from Egypt would be an agreement of the left and right. Within these larger events the play becomes to see what will happen, how many within The Game respond.
“Jesus entering The Game had some agreement, but not that he would be immune from human violence, as whipping from a guard, or being nailed upon a cross.
“Unless of course Jesus had agreed this could happen to him. Something that takes us into the area of his accepting pain and shedding his blood for others.  Whether to all in the world is your choice.
“If Jesus entering The Game playing as a God might mean his pain, his blood, has special merit to those playing Gods within The Game.  I leave this to consider.
“Pilate, skilled in law, attempted to get Yeshua the rabbi to say he was ‘God,’ or better ‘King of the Jews,’ for that would have made him a criminal under Roman law. That is until his wife came to Pilate telling him she had an inner message, a vision, a dream, however it is interpreted.
“Yeshua the rabbi never called himself God, and he never has called himself King of the Jews, not to Pilate, nor anyone in all his preaching.  All he will say is that his father is in heaven.
“The Councils of Constantine politically making him a God within the Great God, complete this meaning.  Or as we have in Trinitarianism, one of three Gods that are part of the one God.  Straight from the families.
“The joke to me is where are we in this?  Are we not also part of God?”
“Ah!  ‘But Jesus was God before he came down here.  We aren’t!’  That to me is pure families’ doctrine, its purpose to keep us enslaved.”
“Jesus was saying, my opinion you take it for what it is worth, is that his ‘creator’ is in heaven.  The only way he is able to express reality he knows in his human brain, or give a reasoning that the crowd will understand.
“How could he make people recognise the strangeness, the miracles happening around him, he was not waving a magic wand to make this happen?  Yeshua the rabbi was not creating these miracles.  The strangeness being created when he gave his teaching, his philosophy how best to live.  This came from a higher frequency.”
“This is not about Languedoc, Arthur.”
Arthur turns, laughs.  “How is you foot?”
Constance, stops, bends, pats around the ankle.  “They say if you are not truly hurt, walking can be beneficial. You walk off the hurt.  There is some pain, not enough to stop.  I think I am walking off the hurt.  But I cannot walk fast.”
“No need,” says George.
“Henrietta believed Languedoc is where Mary spent her last Earth days,” says Arthur.  “She wanted us to go and see the church built upon the area of a much older church.  My choice was to return in a quick boat across the channel.”
He stops himself, smiles, “The stories of the renovation are true, the chapel has been remarkably redone.”   A shiver goes through him.  “Those first moments.  Then the pedestal with the four angels.”
“Four angels?”  asks George.
“One angel holds her hand at her brow, another her hand against her left shoulder, one by the robe of her right shoulder.  One clutches her breast.  The four signs mark the Christian cross.  A message in French is underneath.  I did not read the message correctly my eyes playing tricks.  I believed the message was:

By this sign you will vanquish

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“This is something Constantine the young Emperor is said to have seen looking into the sky before battle.
By this sign you will vanquish


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“But that which we were looking at in the chapel was not the popular French translation.  I hadn’t noticed until Henrietta became quite disturbed.  ‘It is not the Devil,’ she whispers.
“‘The Devil?’ I was most perplexed.

With this sign you will vanquish him.

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“A le has been added.  Still I did not understand.  ‘What is it, my love?’ I ask.  She replies in French.  I understood. The message given to Constantine I am familiar in several language.  In Greek:
EN TOUTO NIKA - In this conquer

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“I am familiar with the Latin:
IN HOC SIGNO VINCES - With this sign, you will conquer

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“I stare at the words etched beneath the angels.  This word le affects the meaning completely.
PAR CE SIGNE TU LE VAINCRAS - With this sign you will vanquish him

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“I hear myself now repeating it in French to Henny.
“‘Jesus,’ my smiling one replies.  ‘With this sign you will vanquish Jesus?’”  
Arthur glances at George. “Yes!  Three hundred years they waited for someone like Constantine to come along.
“Saul of Tarsus had been an effective Paul the word giver. By explaining, deflecting the intensity of the message of Jesus, not any credible miracles seen to take place around Paul, he had already considerably modified the teachings of Jesus.
“But despite tampering that always takes place with those appointed as administrators of the faith, one should call them ‘officials,’ after the true ‘Saviour’ has gone, the early Christians are still battling to keep the purity of the message of Jesus, which to them means bringing to oneself the experience.
“Experience of other worldly states is the truth of spirituality, not pontificating, making people do what is decreed by law, by church law.
“When Jesus had pushed aside those in the temple who were selling, he was saying, ‘You don’t need to give them money.  All you need is yourself.’
“Followers of Jesus’ brother, who had became in his day as greatly revered as Jesus, because he taught the same message of experience, how to experience, those followers remained in the tradition of Jesus.  Today Gnostics, the knowers, is our name for them.  They know because they have gained inside themselves knowing. But this conflicts with the lawmakers, the religion makers. They want to tell you how you must live.  They wish their teaching to have control of your life.
Constantine has listened to his mind, thoughts of past memory perplexes him.

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Still young, true in his journey, is this Jesus speaking to him in his dreams?

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This Greek Christos, this Chi Rho, thoughts have told him it might be.

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Constantine is seeing something as he shields his eyes, as he stares towards the bright full sun.

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Is this the sign?

Does he question that he will win?

He does not.

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Constantine fixes his attention upon the cross, watches as it flows from the sun.

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He is a better General than Maxentius.

There is not any he would accept has better tactical skill.

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Nor the love he has for battle.

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Not from where he has been in war, nor the East, not anywhere he believes are there men as fine as his.

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He enquires of the warrior who is waiting to speak with him,

“Do you see it, Justine?” 

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Shading his eyes, the young soldier looks upwards.  “See it my Lord?” 

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Constantine points to that which now appears quite faded.

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“You have seen something, my Lord.” The flap of the tent is held open, Constantine steps inside.

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“Send me the Sybille.” 

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“Paul had become a powerful image to those who think with their mind.  They need to bring Christianity to law. For Jesus the message was always individual experience. They have to bring Christianity under their domain.
EN TOUTO NIKA - In this conquer

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“Maxentius drowns in the Tiber.  Licinius is finished, so also his son Valerius Licinius, both Caesars of the Eastern Empire.
“Sextus Martinianus is dead, deposed for conspiracy. The structure of power is now completely in Constantine’s hands.
PAR CE SIGNE TU LE VAINCRAS - By this sign you will vanquish him

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“They succeeded.”
Nelly is running frantically towards them, followed by McBride.
“Sir!  Sir!”  Nelly’s cry is almost a scream.  “It’s the old Master, sir.  He’s been at me again.  Just now!  He’s been at me, sir!  Oh Lord!  Oh my dear Lord!”
George stares at McBride.
“I am so sorry, sir,” McBride wipes his brow.  “I tried to catch her before...”
George waves for him to be silent.  Turning towards Constance, he can see the troubled look in her eyes.
“Who is it, Nelly,” Constance asks softly.
“The Squire, Lady Middleton?”
“Ronald!”  Only Meg taking hold of her person saves her from collapsing.  Constance whispers, “Squire Bexfield?”
“Yes, m’lady.  I only stepped from the kitchen.  Then the Master was right in front of me.  He came to me most agitated, m’lady.”
“He spoke to you?”
“Yes, m’lady.”
“What did he say!  Tell me!”
Nelly stands as if dumbfounded.  “Miss Annabell, m’lady.”
“Miss Annabell!”
“The Squire is bent over.  I’m thinking, ‘O save me. Never have I heard...  Then ‘My niece!’”
“And then, Nelly?”
“Nothing, sir!  Master just keeps crying.  That’s when I runs.”
“I see her running through the kitchen, sir,” McBride says.  “‘I have to see Master,’ she cries.  ‘Where’s Master,’ she keeps crying. ‘Where’s Master.’  I tell her you are out walking, sir, to the copse past stone bridge.    She runs out the front door and I follow.”
“Where is Miss Annabell?”  George looks at McBride.
“Miss Annabell has gone riding.”
“Did she speak to you?”
“No, sir.  But as it happens, I had not long been to the stable.  Fred said Miss Annabell had taken the pony.  She was taking a ride out to the moors and that she might stay a time out on the moors, that was the message she had given.”
“My God!”  George grabs the butler.  “We need horses immediately, Horace.  Can you run to the stables, Nelly! Will you go as quick as you can!  Tell them we need horses for Mr. Hews and myself.  Tell them to bring the horses along the path to us.  We will be walking towards them.”
“Nelly, tell the stables I wish to have Ronald’s horse,” Constance shouts as Nelly speeds off.  “Tell them to prepare Ronald’s saddle for Hasty.  Tell them I know how to ride. I’m a good horsewoman.”
“I will have them prepare Hasty, Lady Middleton.  We will bring up the horses right away, sir.”  McBride hurries after Nelly.
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