theprequel

 George's eyes appeared exhausted as his mounted figure led unlisted troops into the realm of Belgium. As the British colors were graced by the wind, his heart hurt for home. He felt his sister's absence and wondered how far Napolean would undertake his second attempt at the conquest of Europe. Dominion, George felt, mattered, but enough to kill other men? War is not only a game of painted figures holding toy bayonets; it often brings more destructive consequences than anyone can imagine.  One of the officers turned to another. ''We are here, Waterloo,'' he said---the name sounded with bells and whistles, though hardly that of Christmastime. Hell was afoot, and heaven was only dreaming of now. Nearby and far off, men rushed against one another with swords as the lines behind them continued to add more gunsmoke.  Mr. Somerset became disquite, however, upon his witness of several slain soldiers by a canon. Hearing the sounds of batteries in the distance, he knew h...

 A new sunny morning began over Chamberlain Estates. While awakening, Helena considered Basil's letter to her person. Feeling the skylight by her window, she began to rub her sleepy eyes while recalling the boy that she once knew from years before. For many months, even years, she had longed to hear from him and wondered if he would write to her. Now, her mind, while grateful to consider his invitation, wondered why now? Why, after all these years, did he suddenly decide to compose ink on a paper sheet with the intent of addressing her person? Why had he not written sooner? The question was puzzling. Nothing she presumed or guessed could make any sense of the situation. If he were here now, she could ask him, but to her knowledge, he was still in London. Emotional, yet also cautious, hearing from him made her suddenly reconsider why the breach of time? How can any friend let years pass without writing? Will people not reach out to those they care for? No profession of love, she fel...

 It was as warm in Oxford as it was in Chesterfield. As June arrived, so did many blossoming flowers, which were, in many ways, symbols of Felicity's maturing youth.  Two women enjoyed a long stroll outside Lady Anne's. Over the past half hour, Margaret and Felicity had conversed about many topics, including their mutual love of Earl Gray. But soon, their dialogues turned more serious, and Felicity never refused the wisdom of her beloved aunt.  Margaret turned to Felicity. ''Do not be upset that you have not seen a more interesting gentleman around here. You are so young. Besides, the world is far bigger than Oxford. Indeed, some of the local balls around here are not nearly as satisfactory as those in Chesterfield. Hopefully, you will get to stay at my home again as you did when you were quite small. Someday, I would love to have you as my own.'' Felicity smiled with excitement. ''At Churchill Estates?'' she questioned. ''That would be l...

  It was now just a short time before the Somersets were to head to Bath. One day, Matthew found his daughter in the garden outside their house. Seeing her, he sighed, knowing that she was depressed over George's interest in the war.  ''Helena, dear,'' he began. ''My dear, sweet daughter. You must listen to me.'' He led the young woman into sitting on a stone bench behind their persons . Surrounded by the many flowers beneath their feet, there was no warmer place to discuss trivial affairs than here.  ''Helena,'' he began again, ''many officers are headed off to war. Another young gentleman, however, seeks such positions. George wishes to defend his country's honor.''  With tears in her eyes, the young woman faced her father. ''Is that all that he is defending?'' she asked.  Matthew looked down. ''He feels the pressure of his fellow officers,'' he returned. ''He will do wh...

 It had been a long week in Oxford. Isabelle and Felicity Barton were most grateful for the presence of their aunt, who now had the opportunity to attend church with them. Having remained the week at Lady Anne's, Margaret Weathers had never been to a Baptist service. Though Anglican, she also had the unfortunate pleasure of visiting their local congregation.   The service started out with plenty of singing. One young girl, a notable large redhead, cried throughout the singing. Margaret was not used to this sentiment in church service; for Mrs. Weathers, the liturgy of Anglicanism pointed one toward God, yet she observed the Baptists clinging to their emotional reaction----the emotions were always more definitive to the service than any attention to Koine Greek or New Testament theology.   The sermon was even more shocking. Reverend James was as short as he was round. Sweating throughout the course of his preaching, he exhausted himself and all else by his insist...

  On one late Spring night, a party was held at the Somerset's house. Here, several of George's friends were present, including a few highly respected officers. Helena, meanwhile, was surrounded by the company of local ladies, who conversed with her about fashions and hairstyles.  Seeing his son and daughter with new acquaintances, Mr. Somerset smiled, hoping for a wife and husband for his son and daughter. In the past three years, he had given up hope on Basil's potential union with Helena. After all, Mr. Lee had long been dead now, and it was not like any of his children had contacted them since. While he wondered why Basil had never again reached out to his daughter, considering that they had once been so close of friends, he didn't wish to bring attention to Basil's absence from their home, knowing that it would hurt her heart.   Matthew was a caring man. He loved both of his children. He was in tune with their feelings, knowing their minds well. He sensed...