by Jackie J
Bundled into the
rear compartment of Sister Agnes’s carriage, Lucy was in a state of shock and
panic. Looking out the small window, she watched Long Lawns disappear
behind the tall fir trees that bordered the grounds of what was her home. It
all happened so quickly. Why didn’t she shake free of Sister Agnes’s firm grip of
her arm? In truth she had tried but to no avail. Why didn’t she scream out her
true identity to stop this madness before being locked in the back of this
carriage? Why did Mrs Sunderland not stop the woman, say anything, do anything
to prevent what amounts to no less than her abduction? And that sly grim behind the
look of concern that she saw on her Mistress's face when she agreed for the nun
to take her away to the convent! What was she thinking? And why, like Mrs
Sunderland, did she do nothing when matters escalated and she was being dragged from
Long Lawns?
The compartment in
the carriage was cramped and Lucy sat on the small wooden bench and put her
head in her hands. Possessed? What madness! She could not help those feelings. She told the nun how she felt and thought she could trust her! Perhaps more in
desperation than hope Lucy looked out through the grill on the door at the rear
of the carriage. Was her Mistress's carriage following to explain everything to Sister Agnes and take her back to Long Lawns? However, there was no sign of
a pursuit, just a dusty empty roadway with the carriage rattling its way to the
seclusion St Catherine’s convent.
