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Readying to search

ProserpinaI sat in the room, my breath coming fast as Beston looked around helplessly.‘You do not understand, Ma’am,’ he began pleading with me but I was like a woman on a mission, self-righteousness in my voice as I said peremptorily,“No, Beston. Do YOU understand?’ I hissed fiercely, taking a step towards him.Swallowing with difficulty, I went on, sticking out my chin,“My husband is alive. I will only believe otherwise when I know his body has been found.’ He gaped at me, a gesture that was totally out of sync with the head of Security at our estate, a man who took decisions based on his judgment, and who worshipped Lucien St. Claire. Who could not believe that I was accusing him of fooling me.Clenching my fists, and breathing hard, I stood before him,. Beston was a big man, he easily dwarfed me but on this occasion, I was much more formidable.Meeting his eyes, I gritted my teeth and said, in a low voice,‘I want to go to this town you speak of. In Slovakia. I want to find my

Leaving for the Search

ProserpinaI sat in the seat, stiff and tense. Was I doing the right thing? I asked myself over and over again. The thought of my family, my children who I had left behind, Ria clutching my jacket, trying not to cry as was Piers. The twins had tried to put up a brave front before me but I knew they were worried.After all that they had heard and seen, everything they had been through at such a young age, my heart went out to them. They had undergone so much…And yet, I thought with more than a little sorrow tinged with pride, and yet, they continued to put up a brave front.*I thought back to something that a monk had mentioned in a discourse at Bhutan once, long, long ago.‘Steel is created by placing iron in the fire and making it white-hot,’ the old man had said, smiling gently at his rapt audience.‘So also, ‘he had gone on, his small, frail figure swathed in the crimson robes, small eyes twinkling in mischief, “we humans have to go through unspeakable pain before we become stron

Proserpina: The Search Begins

ProserpinaThe flight touched down in a white world. It had been snowing all night and in the morning, the world outside my aircraft window appeared to be entirely draped in white. Tugging on my faux fur-lined gloves, I huddled into my heavy coat and stepped out after thanking the crew. Phillippe was beside me, his stance that of a fighter, wary and alert. As we descended the stairs carefully, I saw the man who had come to collect me.Siek Toth.Beston had given me the brief details before we embarked on our epic journey.Toth was a warlord and an arms dealer in the East European region. And Beston had also warned me gently to be careful when I spoke to the man. He was loyal to Lucien and they had been doing business for years. But being a traditional, conservative type of man, he had not been happy to learn that Lucien’s wife was dashing halfway across the globe to search for her missing husband. Siek Toth subscribed to the view that I, as a mourning widow, should have taken to bed,

Lucien

LucienWhen he came awake next, he waited for his eyes to get accustomed to the gloom.Where was his woman? He thought with a frown, missing the clean, fresh smell of her body, her warmth, her soft body curled against him, ready for him…With a start, he comprehended that he was in a totally unfamiliar place.He was in a room; a small room and it was the smell that hit him. Unwashed clothing and human bodies. He scowled. Where in the f*ck was he?*Gradually the memories resurfaced.The last thing he remembered was the snow. Slowly, as he lay there, he began to remember snippets of what had happened. His quest to find Dmitri Rudenko. Leaving his woman and children behind as he headed for this remote little town in Slovakia.His lips twisted in a grimace. When he thought of his wife, he longed to hold her soft, pliant body in his arms, to crush those sweet lips and take what she offered him, so sweetly.*But it had not been as easy as he had imagined it would be. The wily Dmitri R

Living in Alternate Worlds

ProserpinaI sat down to the simple meal that had been arranged for us. Under the watchful eye of a few of Siek Toth’s gun-toting men, Phillippe and I ate the food.We were served by an old woman in her traditional dress and I stared at her heavily embroidered blouse and the skirts that swished about her as she moved. In another life, I might have admired the intricate thread work, lovingly crafted. But now, I sat like a zombie, staring at it without it really registering in my mind.The Kapustnica she had ladled out for us in large bowls was a delicious sauerkraut soup. I remember having read that it is one of the most warming and soothing Slovakian dishes. Although my mind was weary and I was bone-tired after the flight, I came alive to the rich flavours of the soup. It was a hearty mixture of sauerkraut, dried mushrooms, sliced sausage, and onions. Served with a dollop of sour cream, it was a complete meal, hearty and wholesome. Phillippe had more portions than I could count.One p

The Search

ProserpinaI was finally able to get Siek Toth to help me, a decision he seemed to take reluctantly. One part of my mind registered the fact that Phillippe seemed to have taken a dislike to the man. But I was too excited to find out why.After the man had left with his retinue, I turned to Phillippe eagerly.‘Let us go and visit Schwartz first and then we can begin. Oh, Phillippe, I am so relieved, ‘I cried.The boy looked at me and said nothing.“What is it, Phillippe?” I asked, puzzled.“That man. Toth. He is not to be trusted, “ replied my young companion shortly. I stared at him. Then I said gently,“Sometimes we make do with the help we get, son. We can not always afford to choose.”He said nothing, just held my hand tightly for a while and then said softly,“Madre, you are so innocent.” I looked at him in astonishment.Every now and then, the youth surprised me with his astuteness. This was one such occasion.I rose to my feet. Draping my Brunello Cucinelli double-breasted alpac

Hurdles

ProserpinaSchwartz was the one who suggested that we should ask about in the local areas. He wanted to accompany me but I firmly insisted that he should rest a while more.‘” Dear James,’ I said, kissing his cheek, ‘You are my very best friend and I would trust you with my life a million times over. ’Then, straightening up, I smiled and went on,‘But for that, I need you alive and intact.’ His eyes held a faraway, wistful look but he roared with laughter and held my hand, giving it a small squeeze before nodding.‘Go ahead, then, little lady.’ And turning to Phillippe who stood, hands in his jean pocket, he added,‘I trust this young man. He will take care of you.’ The young boy immediately thrust his chest out, glowing, feeling self-important.I giggled.“ Seriously, James! I am old enough to look after myself!’ But his eyes were grave as he said,‘Take care.’As I turned to bid Aiyana goodbye, she tugged on a formal, no-nonsense coat.“I’m going with them.’ She said briskly and

Lucien: Plans

LucienThat evening, when the woman, Ivica, trundled in, she had a couple of dead rabbits in her hand. She smiled craftily as she saw him watching her.“Yes, my husband,' she said in what was supposed to be a seductive purr but came out more like a menacing growl,' Yes, I will make a delicious repast for you.'Chuckling, she moved to the far interiors of the room. Lucien had figured out by now that the room was not as small as he had first thought it to be. it was large. The darkness made it appear to be small. But in the back, there was a kitchen. She forced the old man to his feet, and made him start the fire, and soon, the smell of cooking filled the air. But with a pang, Lucien thought of his wife, her pristine kitchen, the methodical way she went about her cooking and the amazingly delicious spread she whipped out, made him feel anger and a deep sadness engulf him. The woman appeared before him, a plate of rabbit stew in her hands and thick slices of bread that were old and stale

Proserpina: The Long Wait

LucienThe days blended into each other, the greyness around them changing to white during the mid-morning, only to become a bleak grey at night. One morning, a few days later, he caught the old man alone. On seeing him, the old fellow tried to quicken his pace but Lucien was swifter and lunging forward from his imprisonment near the bed, he grabbed the man’s neck.‘How did I get here?’ he snarled, his cold eyes showing his willingness to kill if need be.Quavering, the thin man sank to the ground. He barely weighed more than a few pounds, thought Lucien. the old crone kept him underfed but Lucien could not feel any pity towards him. he gripped the man’s thin hair, tilting his head back forcefully.‘Speak, ‘he ordered cruelly and kicked the man savagely.*Wheezing in pain, the old man gave him a detailed account of how they had found him. It had snowed lightly the previous night, he said and the river was in spate. Lucien’s body had washed up on the river bank near sundown when the

Father Paval Rudenko

LucienHe swung the axe up in the air with his powerful arms. He had discovered where the gun was. It was kept hidden in the woman’s bed, beside her pillow, and stored under a pile of smelly blankets. He swung the axe again and brought it down on the logs, splitting them with the force of his powerful blow.A Nosler M48 TGR 2010A, he reflected absently as he paused to wipe the sweat from his face and arms. As always, he had discarded the jacket, and he was bare-chested as he worked. One of the best hunting rifles, one that he had also examined a long time ago when he had been doing business with a Texan dealer.It was a large hunting rifle that she kept clean and ready. He had seen it the day she had killed a rabbit with it. An act of mindless cruelty, he thought as he watched the old man pick up the limp body of the dead animal. But he had seen where she kept it and had later asked the old man Gustav about it when the crone had set off on one of her sojourns into the forest.Gusta

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