2 comments/ 7278 views/ 2 favorites Peking 1900 Ch. 01 By: jerseyblue "What the hell am I doing here?" Lt. Percival asked himself. He had spent a day in the hot unforgiving sun and now as it went down it took very little of the heat with it. Jack was parched, tired, and baked. The water in his canteen was lukewarm and basically undrinkable. His blue wool shirt was soaked with sweat. He leaned up against the barricade and looked skyward, letting the sweat run down his back. "Well," he thought, "You got what you asked for." Jack Percival looked out the large window to see whitecaps on the Chesapeake as the wind whipped the snowflakes and rain against the panes. An early spring storm lashed the area as Jack turned around and walked to the fireplace. The light from the fire cast a warm glow to the dark paneling of the library and made him glad he was inside tonight. Jack looked around the room. On the walls were portraits of his famous ancestors; Hiram Percival who fought alongside Jones and Barney in two wars; Samuel Percival who was with Perry when he opened Japan; and finally William Percival who was with Farragut at Mobile Bay and commanded his own ship at Manila Bay; a family full of naval tradition which was to be handed down to Jack, who was in his final year at the Academy, 3rd in class and set to follow in their footsteps. The only problem was he didn't want it. He wanted to establish his own path, his own tradition and tonight he was taking that first step. He gulped down his final swallow of brandy as the door of the library opened. William, "Bloody Billy", Percival, Commodore USN strode into the room. Even dressed in his evening clothes, he commanded everyone's attention. Just under 6 feet tall with gray flecked hair and drooping moustache, the man walked into the library as if he was patrolling the quarterdeck. Entering behind him was his wife, Jane. She stood off to one side. "Now, what is this nonsense I hear?" Jack's father grumbled. Jack pulled himself up to his full height. He was a few inches taller than his father and broad chested. His blue eyes shined when he aroused to do battle as they were now. "It is not nonsense, Father. I've made a decision." The battle lines were drawn. "I have the final say in this house. And what I say goes." His father was not going to back down but either was Jack. "Father, for all my life I've been in the shadows of the Percivals. I want to blaze my own trails. To be my own man." "Good God, son, you can do that in the Navy. I didn't go to the Academy and I earned everything I have. You have a great opportunity and can do the same." "No, Father. It would always be, 'There goes 'Bloody Billy's son.' I am going my own way and that's it. Upon graduation, I'm taking a commission in the Marine Corps." Jack didn't shout but firmly, calmly stated his case. "You are throwing your life away, Jack. A God Damn Jarhead! I'll not lift one finger to help you. Don't come crawling back to me for anything, you understand? Nothing!" His father didn't raise his voice but the anger was present. All those years in command gave "Bloody Bill" Percival the ability to remain calm under all circumstances. "We are done here!" He turned on his heels and left. Jack stood there quietly. He didn't know what to expect but this wasn't it. Perhaps he expected a harder fight or yelling. Something more than this. It was over. His bridges had been burned. Jane Percival stepped from the shadows and walked to Jack, arms outspread. She took his hands and smiled. "I'm very proud of you and your mother would be too. It took real backbone to stand up to him. I've seen other men crumble before him." Jane was really Jack's step mother. She had met his father in Hong Kong where her father was involved in trade with China. William Percival was there with the US Asiatic Fleet and the two met at a fancy ball at the British embassy. Jack's mother had died two years before when he was ten. Jane was twenty at the time and after a whirlwind romance, married. That was nearly ten years ago. She was a real beauty and people marveled at her form and grace. She exhibited calmness to everything and was able to communicate this to her husband. She took the edge off of him. Those who were close believed it was the final piece he needed to rise to his present rank. Jack didn't look at Jane as his mother; she was more like an older sister. In a way it was actually better. They were able to talk about more things and because of the nearness in age relate better. She knew about his decision and helped him think it though instead of rushing to a conclusion. She also instilled in him love for the Orient and his desire to go there. She encouraged his talent for languages and was the force behind him learning German, French, and Mandarin Chinese. He even dabbled in Russian. He was a natural. "Don't worry, Jack," she said softly,"he'll calm down. I know this is a big decision but I think, in time, your father will understand and accept it." Jack was jolted out of his daydream. "Lieutenant, you are relieved." "Yes, sir." Jack replied to Capt. Roberts. "Before you go, any changes?" "No, sir," Jack replied. "The Chinks keep up that blaring music but you get use to it. Someone over there has a Mauser so if you pop your head up for a look, he'll try and take it off. They are attempting to move that barricade closer but we have been keeping an eye on them. Other than that, nothing new to report." "Very well, you can go." As he started to crawl away, the Captain grabbed his arm. "How long were you here?" "12 hours, sir." The Captain shook his head. "Damn, you should have been relieved hours ago. Get some sleep. And I do mean sleep!" The captain gave him a knowing smile. The captain was right. He needed to sleep but he needed something more. Instead of heading to the American Consulate, he turned down a narrow, dark alley. Normally a Westerner would not walk alone down an alley like this after dark but tonight it was different. The streets were eerily quiet and empty. It seemed no one was out and only a few dim lights came from any windows. Jack's senses were on high alert for any movements. He unclasped his holster. There were none. It was as if the city was deserted. It had been almost 7 weeks since the Boxers had effectively closed down the city of Peking. All Westerners were in fear of their lives and had huddled into the small area where the consulates were. This area included ones from Germany, Russia, France, England, Italy, and the United States, to name some. Each nation supplied a small number of men, military and civilian, to protect the surrounding walls. Jack's Marines were among them. It was believed that a relief force was on its way but no news had reached the city. Hope was beginning to dwindle. He stopped at a small non-descript door. Looking around, he then knocked twice, then twice again. A small Chinese girl opened the door a crack and peered out. Jack uttered one word and the girl opened the door beckoning him to come in quickly. She stuck her head out, looked both ways and shut the door, latching it. The girl motioned to follow her. Jack did so trying to avoid objects almost unseen in the dim light. They walked quietly pass small rooms from which soft light, strange aromas, and subdued sounds came through the curtain doorways. Jack could feel the present of people nearby but never could really see any one. They headed up a narrow stairway and the girl stopped at one of the doors, opened it and with a quick hand motion had Jack enter the room. She pointed to a couch and had him sit. She knelt before him and removed his boots. The girl couldn't have more than fourteen years old. When she bent over, her breasts spilled from her robe and she made no effort to cover herself. She rose and left through another passageway. Jack felt a cool breeze on his face and smelled a scent of jasmine. He slowly opened his eyes. There, standing before him was a vision from a dream. "Kate," he said softly, rising to his feet. "Kate" was the Baroness Katrina von Schulenburg, wife of Baron von Schulenburg, the German ambassador to China. Before her marriage she was simply Katherine Alexander, daughter of Lord and Lady Dufield of Wallingham Manor. The marriage, an arraigned one, was more like a business agreement where Lord Dufield got money to pay off some heavy debts and the Baron got a beautiful young wife. As far as Jack could see the Baron got the better of the deal as no amount of money could equal Kate. Jack met Kate over a month ago at a ball held in the French Embassy, a time before all this madness. He saw her across the crowded dance floor and immediately was drawn to her. Dressed in a long dark blue shimmering gown, she looked exquisite. Her blonde hair was piled high on head showing off a flawless neck. As she turned towards Jack, her blue eyes seemed to reflect the room's light and her smile made her face glow. "Excuse me, Baroness," Jack said, slightly bowing. "Would you care to have this dance?" "Why yes, Lieutenant..." "Lieutenant John Percival, United States Marine Corps. At your service." He offered her his arm and they moved to the dance floor. As the band struck up a waltz, Jack and Kate moved effortlessly around the dance floor. The two moved as if they had done it many times before. Close up she was not merely beautiful, she was entrancing. Her hair was the color of honey, her eyes sparkled. Dancing with her Jack felt clumsy and ungraceful. He also didn't want the music to stop. But it did. "My, lieutenant," Kate said with a laugh. "I haven't danced liked that in quite some time. It felt good. Would you care to meet my husband?" The Baron von Schulenburg was talking to others in the diplomatic corps as they approached. As Jack grew closer, he found it difficult to picture him in uniform before he became a respected diplomat. The Baron was a colonel in the Franco-Prussian War before he moved over to the Foreign Service. Now in his sixties, balding with a slight paunch, the Baron was the senior ambassador in Peking. Jack clicked his heels and bowed before him. In perfect German he introduced himself. The Baron smiled and thanked him for dancing with his wife. "At my age, it has become difficult to dance these dances." Kate had moved along side her husband. Beside him, she looked like a young girl playing a role, a dutiful wife. A look of surprise crossed her face as Jack continued the conversation with the Baron in German. She did not expect this from him. As Jack made a move to end the talk and move away, Kate said, "Lieutenant, would you mind escorting me back to the embassy. I'm not use to all this dancing and I feel a little faint." "If the Baron doesn't mind, I would be honored." The two walked slowly back, taking in the warm summer night. They talked of many things, as if they had known each before. Reaching the embassy, Jack asked if he could call on her again. "I say, you are bold," Kate said. Jack immediately apologized. "I'm sorry, Baroness. I just assumed you enjoyed this evening as much as I did." Kate blushed but in the darkness Jack couldn't see it. She couldn't tell him how much she did enjoy it. For the first time in a long time, she found herself alone with a man her own age. A man who seemed alive and not like the men she was forced to be with. It excited her. "Yes, you may call me any time, Lieutenant, but don't you think we should be less formal? Please call me Katherine and I will call you John." He stepped back and took her hand. "My friends call me Jack." Jack called on her every chance he got. They walked the crowded streets of Peking or sat along one of the canals enjoying the summer sun. Often they sat together, Jack with his head in Kate's lap as she read the latest Sherlock Holmes mystery. It became clear to both of them that they were growing closer. She made him laugh and he made her forget she was married. The Baron didn't seem to care that Jack was calling on Kate. He enjoyed talking to Jack and found him to be well informed. Besides the Baron spent much of his free time playing chess with the Countess Radshachev, the wife of the Russian ambassador. The Countess was closer to the Baron in age and despite being overweight, retained some of her earlier beauty. There were rumor that the two shared more than just a game of chess. Neither Jack nor Kate would admit to their growing love until the night Kate gave herself to him. She was not a virgin but she was not experienced in the ways of making love. "I am afraid, Jack," she admitted. "Afraid I won't be good enough for you. Please be gentle and understanding." That night she understood what it was to taken by a man who could love her the way she should be. Both of them knew there could be no turning back. The next day the Boxers attacked and their world turned upside down. "Kate," he said again. She was wearing the same dark blue robe that she wore that first time they made love. Her hair hung down her back, more like gold in the faint light. She did not resist as he took her shoulders and pulled her against him. Jack held her closer and touched her hair. He could feel her soft warmth beneath her robe. She rested her head on his shoulder. Somewhere in the musty building a clock chimed. It sounded doleful, like a dirge. One o'clock. Suddenly she said, "I need air. Shall I open a window? There can be no danger if the light is out." He released her reluctantly. Has she done that deliberately and was now in control of herself? He turned and blew out the lamp as she opened the long curtains and pushed the heavy shutters away from the windows. "Look at the moon, Jack." She sounded excited, like a little child. He moved behind her, his hands on her waist as he looked at the moon. He kissed her neck. It felt hot like she had a fever. He felt her shiver. Without turning, Kate asked, "Will help come?" "They will come. You can depend on it." He lied because he knew he had to. Kate turned and looked at him. "But if the Boxers..." Jack pulled her closer. "The Boxers will not get through. You must believe that. I promise nothing will happen to you." She turned easily in his arms and looked into his face, although Jack could not see her face in the darkness. She did not resist as he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her gently. She did not pull away but kissed him in return. When he slipped his hand into her robe and held her breast, Kate sighed. He began to caress it. It felt alive, warm and full. He pinched her nipple and she moaned, "Oh God, yes." Suddenly she struggled to be free of his arms and pushed him away. "What are we doing? We are only fooling ourselves. We have no future, no tomorrow. They are not coming." Jack moved towards her. "I want you, Kate. I want you now. Tomorrow be damned." He took her to him again and tried to soothe her despair. She nodded against his chest. "I want you too, desperately. It feels so right to be with you." She tugged at the cord about her neck and allowed the robe drop to the floor. Jack could see her beautiful, naked body framed by the pale light. He whispered to her, "I'll lock the door." He then unbuckled his belt and laid it and his revolver on a chair. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it over his head. He turned and realized she was gone. Confused, he then heard her voice call out from the darkness, "Jack." He moved into the deeper shadows and saw her arms rising from the bed to embrace him. In the faint moonlight he could see her, her blonde hair in disorder around her shoulders. He bent over and kissed her breast, his tongue swirling around her erect nipple. His hand caressed the gentle curve of her stomach and when he reached that soft, moist place between her legs, Kate arched her back and moaned. Jack threw the rest of his clothes on the floor. He lowered himself onto her. He kissed her mouth and felt her lips part, her tongue on his as he kissed her harder. She reached for him, her hands frantic as they gripped his body. He felt Kate's hand reached out and guide him to her. She gasped once and spread her legs as he entered her. Quickly the two matched rhythm as they moved together. It was like nothing Kate had ever known. The feeling continued to grow as the two lovers became lost in their own world. She cried out, "Yes, Jack, oh God yes," as it swept over her. Jack followed shortly after and they collapsed in a sweaty embrace. When they finished, it was a long time before they moved. When he made to move off her, Kate seized his hair with both hands and whispered, "No, stay. I can still feel you. Try and sleep. I will hold you." When the window became edged with gray they stirred. They made love again, with the quiet frenzy of illicit lovers. Jack found himself half running down the staircase, finishing dressing as he went. He should have been totally exhausted as he couldn't remember sleeping at all. All he could recall was the sound of her voice, her taste on his lips, and the passion of the night. Reaching the littered street, he stopped and stared up at the fading stars. "Dear God," he said softly. "Help me keep my word." Peking 1900 Ch. 02 "Nice of you to show up, Lieutenant." The British ambassador said with an air of disgust. "Sorry,sir. It won't happen again, sir," Lt. Percival replied. He looked over at Capt. Roberts who rolled his eyes. "We do things a little different in the English military. Oh, well, we can continue." As the ambassador began the briefing, Percival nudge the officer next to him. "What did I miss?" Lt. Michael Smyth-Beddoes was in Her Majesty's Royal Marines and could be considered Jack's best friend. The two of them came from similar family backgrounds and understood that they both wanted to make their own way. The two were of the same height and build and were known about Peking for some interesting incidence they pulled off. But if there were two officers that could be relied on, it was these two. "Nothing. The old boy is proving to everyone he is in charge." The ambassador first explained that through his network of spies he knew that a relief column was on its way. Unfortunately there had been heavy fighting along the rail line and now the relief was on foot. Second there had been food and water for 60 days and since the siege was entering its 50th day, it was becoming a real concern. Third if reports of relief were true, more, larger, and more desperate attacks all along the perimeter of the defense could be expected With that last comment, Colonel Williamson, the ranking military officer, spoke. "Each unit has been assigned a key position in our defense. In some cases, only one national unit such as the Japanese position will be there. In all cases this is because of the size of the unit not because of the position's importance. I want that understood. Also each position will have a unit assigned as its reserve. There may be a language difficulty so make sure this is worked out before hand. Are there any questions?" There were none so the meeting broke up. As they left Michael turned to Jack. "I see that our two units are together. That might cause a problem." "In what way?" "Why, the language. I can't understand a word you Yanks say." Both the men laughed as they left the building. As the two lieutenants walked to their position, they passed the German Embassy. Standing on the porch was the Baroness von Schulenburg. The men tipped their hats and smiled. The Baroness gave a small wave. Michael elbowed Jack. "You are a lucky man, my friend." Before Jack could answer, the Baroness called to him. "Lt. Percival, may I have a word with you?" Jack spun on his heels and walked over to the porch. She looked straight at him. Jack marveled at the way she managed to look so unconcerned. He made to grab her hands but something in her eyes signaled caution. He realized there were several other women standing nearby, and although they were apparently engaged in conversations, he had a feeling they were watching their every move. "Yes, Baroness, What can I do for you?" he said formally and politely. Kate bent forward and took one of his hands. "You look wonderful," he whispered. "I want to hold you, touch you. Kate dropped her eyes and he saw her breasts moving quickly despite her guard. "Please, Jack. I cannot bear it. To have you so close and yet..." He looked around. "I love you, Kate." She forgot her caution and reached up to touch his mouth. "Shh. Do not torture yourself." She could barely hold back her tears. "I have to go, Kate." He could smell the clean smell of soap on her and wanted all the more to hold her, to shut out everything and everyone. She quickly glanced around. "Jack, I want you to have this," She placed a small locket into his hand. "What's this?" he whispered. "It was my Grand mama's. I want you to take it." Jack attempted to give it back. "I can't take this!" "Look, my darling, we don't know what the future will bring. My Grand mama gave it to me saying it will bring love and luck. I have found my love and now you will have the luck. Take it and go before I do something foolish," she whispered. "Our nights together I will never, never forget no matter what happens." With that Kate kissed Jack's forehead and then left to enter the building. Michael was waiting for Jack as he returned. "I told you. One lucky man." "In what way?" Jack asked with an edge to his voice. "To have found such an incredible creature as her in all this madness," Michael said as they walked. "I don't credit all things I hear but I would like to." "Lucky? Do you call falling in love with the woman of your dreams, someone who is perfect in all ways, lucky? A woman you can never have because she is married. The one love of your life that you most likely will never see again when this is over. Lucky?" "I'm sorry, Jack. I didn't realize." Jack put his hand on Michael's shoulder. "It is not your fault. Besides you're the lucky man. Let's see that photograph of that beautiful fiancée of yours again." Michael showed Jack the photo of a striking young lady. As Jack looked at it, he was struck with a feeling of envy. Michael had described her in great detail and she seemed like the perfect match. It was plain to see that Michael was in love with her and had great plans for the future. A life after this. Jack handed it back. "No, Mike, you are the lucky man." Lt. Percival removed his hat and wiped his sweaty brow. "Damn, it was hot." He loosen the top button of his shirt hoping against hope that it might cool him off. As he did, he felt Kate's locket. Maybe it would bring him luck. A quick glance to the left and right told him all of his men were in position behind the low wall and barricade. Further to his right he could see the scarlet tunics of the Royal Marines. As he looked to his front, he saw the charging mass of the Boxers, spreading away to either side in a human tide. "Steady, boys. Pick your targets." Not that it mattered. It was impossible to miss. "Fire!" The rifles fired along the line, but even as the men jerked the bolts and refired, the oncoming horde was upon them. The first Boxers on his right crossed the barricade; their wild eyes and piercing screams could make the strongest falter. As knives and axes flashed, the bayonets lunged and withdrew, urged on by Jack and the NCOs. A wild-eyed Boxer appeared directly in front of Jack but his cry was cut short as the bullet from Jack's revolver crashed through his forehead. The heavy and rapid fire from the Marines cut down many as the mass behind them continued to move forward. Suddenly someone yelled, "They're pulling back, sir!" The Marines fired a last volley and brought down another file of retreating figures before Jack ordered them to cease fire. As silence descended on that part of the field, he could hear firing all along the defense perimeter. Perhaps another barricade had fallen and the Boxers had broken through. "Not here," Jack thought. He saw Michael wave to him and waved back. At least he was still alive. "Here they come again!" They came on more slowly this time, saving themselves for the last few yards. "Hold your fire, men." It took nerves of steel to stand and wait as the screaming horde came closer. The men stood steady along the bags of sand and grain, the carts, and pieces of wood. Suddenly with an angry scream they rushed the barricade and were greeted with a hail of gunfire. Only this time the mob crashed over the obstacle. There was a lot of smoke and leaping flame along the line. Once inside the perimeter, they would be hard to stop. Along the barricade the rifles cracked and spat at the oncoming horde. Some of the enemy must have fallen but they were trampled underfoot so that it appeared as if the yelling, screaming ranks were unstoppable. The US Marines and Royal Marines were now intermingled, forming small knots of men, fighting together. Jack found himself standing next to Michael. "We can't hold, Jack. Must fall back." "Can't. We need to hold until the reserve comes up." Jack yelled as he fired his revolver into the surging mob. Without orders, both Marine units broke under the pressure and began to stream rearward. The mass of Boxers seemed to sway as one and then charge as they realized that the defenders were running for their lives. As he was swept along, Jack believed Michael was right behind him. He realized what had happened when he turn to look. There he saw his friend writhing on the ground, blood pouring from a terrible wound in his leg, and a huge Boxer standing over him about to drive a pike into his back. At that moment, something snapped in Jack. He was not going to retreat another inch. He had promised her. "God dammit, Marines!" he screamed. "Do you want to live forever? Follow me!" With that, Jack ran screaming back towards the barricade. He fired his revolver and dropped the towering Boxer. Somewhere he had picked up a rifle. Throwing away the now empty revolver he waded into the mass. A Boxer swung an axe at him, which he blocked with the rifle. The force of the blow knocked his hat off and nicked him above the eye. Jack kicked the Chinaman in the crotch and then swung the rifle. As the Boxer fell, Jack drove the bayonet into him. He felt a sting in his left arm. Quickly he turned and fired, killing the man. Jack could only vaguely recall what happen next as the charging Marines poured a devastating volley in the crowd. The Marines' charge caught the Boxers off balance and pushed them over the barricade. "They're running, sir. We did it!" a sergeant yelled at Jack. It took a moment for it to sink it. They had held. He kept his promise. Kate had heard what had happen and rushed to the hospital. All kinds of rumors were swirling around and no one knew which were true or not. One she had heard was about a Marine officer who led a wild charge to hold one of the barricades and was wounded doing it. She knew it was Jack. She pushed her way into the crowded ward. The sounds of wounded men, in many different languages filled the room. She knew he was somewhere but where? Through a doorway, she saw him. Jack was sitting, shirtless, on a table. A bandage wrapped around his head and another around his upper left arm, a wound he didn't realize he had until after the fight. When he saw Kate, he stood up. "What you doing here. This is no place for you," he scolded her. "I couldn't stay away, not knowing," She hugged him tightly. "If I lost you..." Jack took her by the hand and led her out a door to a quiet courtyard. He turned to speak to her. Instead Kate placed both her hands along side his face and kissed him. The kiss was one of passion, relief, and longing. It was kiss that symbolized all her feelings. Jack responded by pushing her up against the wall and kissing her deeply. Kate lifted her legs and wrapped them around him, her hands moving quickly to undo his trouser buttons. "I want you now, Jack. I don't care who knows. Love me now." Jack pushed himself into her. Kate threw her head back in a silent scream as he thrusted in and out. Their passion swept over them as they made love in the courtyard. When they were done, they held each other tightly, neither one wanting to be the first to let the other one go. As they held each other, they heard the sounds of cheering. It was faint at first but grew ever louder. They released each other and stepped from the courtyard. Many people were running, laughing in the streets. Jack grabbed a young Chinese boy and asked him what was all the shouting about. The young man explained the Boxers were gone and many soldiers had come. "Do you know what that means, Kate?" Jack said laughing. "We're saved." Kate began to cry, tears of joy, tears of despair. She knew what it meant. It meant salvation and loss. Suddenly Jack knew too. The next few days were hectic for everyone. Because of his wounds, Jack had light duty but it still meant he was busy. He tried to make time to see Kate but she was also very busy at the Embassy. Jack had also acquired a new nickname. It came about as Colonel Williamson was told of his charge. The Colonel asked to meet Jack and upon meeting him, told him and others that Jack must had been quite mad to do what he did. The comment spread around the men and they began to call him, "Mad Jack" Percival. At least behind his back. Jack heard that the Baron was being sent home to Germany for a well- deserved rest. He rushed over to the German Embassy just in time to see Kate being assisted to a carriage under full military escort. He only had a chance to touch her hand. He saw the tears in her eyes as she looked at him and then turned away. It seemed like a dream. Something that had happened and which he could not understand or accept. Peking 1900 Ch. 03 Jack could feel her warmth as she moved against her. He moved his hand from the small of her back to the soft curve of her ass. She slid her hand lower along his stomach. He responded to Kate's touch. "I see you are an early riser," she said. Jack opened his eyes to see Madame de Montespan straddling him and beginning to move her hips. Major John Percival had meet Madame at one of the frequent dinners he attended while in London. He was now the Ass't. Naval attaché at the American Embassy and besides the important work he did there, he found time for other things. Standing just over 6 feet with blue eyes and a fine build, Jack was in demand at all the fine dinners around town. This latest one was given by England's opposite party leader but was attended by many of the current government's cabinet members. Jack was there with the US ambassador and acted as an extra set of eyes and ears for him. Representatives from the French Embassy were also there and with Jack being completely at ease with their language he was able to converse freely with them. At this moment there were serious problems in Morocco. A recent agreement between England and France had given the French control of Morocco and Germany objected to it. The Kaiser had threatened war over it and attempted to bully the French. The US wanted to be a part of conference if one was going to held but needed information on which way things were going. Jack was part of the solution. He was also good friends with an important member of the British foreign department. Michael Smyth-Beddoes survived his wound he suffered in China and had returned home to be elected to Parliament. Michael was a rising star in British politics and Jack knew it. As a result of his wound, Michael had to walk using a cane. The doctors did what they could and managed to save the leg. The result was it was now 2 inches shorter and it meant the end of his time in Royal Marines. "So Michael, any news on Morocco?" Jack asked. "Not much movement yet," Michael replied taking a swallow of his drink. "We are going to back France though and the Navy has been put on alert." "That's new. Of course it hasn't been announced yet." Jack knew how diplomacy worked. There had been no formal announcement yet but Germany knew about it. "Any ideas floating around?" "We're hoping someone proposes a conference, neutral country maybe?" "I see," Jack nodded. "How is Caroline?" Caroline Clarkson was Michael's wife. It was her picture he carried in China and showed Jack. She was a handsome woman, just right for a MP on the rise. Jack was a little jealous of Michael to have such a woman to love. He was sure he missed his only chance for love. "She's fine. I don't get home very much any more especially with this going on. You are coming this weekend?" "Wouldn't miss it," Jack replied. "Good. I'll see you there. I must go talk to Winston right now. Take care." Jack was a little puzzled at the way Michael spoke of Caroline. In China, Michael would use any opportunity to talk about her. He couldn't say enough. Now this time and the time before, he was short and abrupt. Jack couldn't help but wonder. For the rest of the evening Jack mingled. He talked to many people and also listened in on many conversations. At dinner he was seated next to Madame de Montespan, wife of the French foreign minister who was here. Madame was almost forty and full figured. She had a delightful sense of humor and loved the fact she could talk to Jack in French. She had a very good understanding of politics and knew many things. She also knew all the latest gossip. "So Major, I understand you were at siege of Peking," she asked. "Yes, I was. It was a rough time for all," he answered. Madame leaned closer and brushed against him. He could smell her perfume. "Is that where you earned the name ' Mad Jack '?" Jack stammered. "Yes I'm afraid that true." Madame moved closer and rested her hand on his thigh. "Do not be ashamed. I heard that you were involved in many things and were very daring. There is a time when we all should go a little crazy. Don't you agree?" The Madame stayed close throughout the rest of the evening and even though they both knew where the night was leading, the sparring and maneuvering was fun. Making love with Madame was fun too. Both she and Jack understood that there were no strings attached so they were able to enjoy each other to the fullest. He found out that she was insatiable also and never needed to rest. Not that he minded. As they lay together recovering from their morning passion, she said, " Jack, you were fantastic and I'm not just saying it. It has been a long time since I enjoyed making love this much. But all good things must end." With that she kissed him and rose from the bed. Walking away she said over her shoulder, "You can see your way out." Jack entered his apartment in Grosvenor Square and headed up stairs. He needed some sleep but also some breakfast. He just didn't know what he needed most. His valet, Johnson, followed him upstairs. "A rough night, sir?" Jack gave him a glare. "A cup of coffee, black with sugar. I'm going to bed." "Yes, sir," Johnson replied but didn't go. "Now what, Johnson?" Jack was losing his patience. "I would just remind you that you have a meeting at the Embassy in one hour. That should give you enough time to clean up. I laid out your other uniform for you." "Damn," he said under his breath. "Yes. Thank you, Johnson. I still want the coffee." The meeting went fine. All the important members of the delegation were there. Jack was able to tell the ambassador about the naval alert. The ambassador was unaware of it but had heard about the request for a conference. The alert made the need for one more urgent and he planned to cable President Roosevelt right away. "May I ask where you got your information, Major Percival? I assume your sources are good," the ambassador asked. "A gentleman never reveals sources, sir." Jack smiled. He thought it better to leave as much to their imagination as possible. "Hrrmph. Yes, yes." The ambassador coughed. "Very well, that is all. I will see you all Monday, bright and early." It seemed he directed that last statement towards Jack. Jack took the afternoon train out of King's Cross Station as he headed north towards Michael and Caroline's home. He was going to take the opportunity to catch up on his sleep. He also was going to do some reflecting. As far as his decision to join the Marine Corps, Jack had no regrets. He was going to blaze his own course without the influence of his father and he had. He was well known outside the Corps by important people and he found his opinion mattered to them. He was the youngest major in the Corps and was definitely going places. His father had been won over and after Jack returned from Peking, he visited the family home on the Chesapeake. It was a little uncomfortable at first but by the time the visit ended, it as if nothing had occurred to cause the split. Jack felt his father was pleased that he had acquired a nickname, a good fighting name. Jack felt he owed it to his stepmother for the ease in which the meeting went. Calmly she worked on the old sailor and brought him around. Jack also told her everything that happened between Kate and him. She gave him as much advice as she could. She tried to get him to understand that he felt awful about being unable to follow through on his love but he would get over it in time. But she was wrong. He could never forget Kate. He felt her locket against his skin under his shirt. Upon his arrival in Chesterford, he hitched a ride out to his good friends' home. Their home was somewhat large and Michael's family came from old money. Caroline's family was what one would call 'new money' as her father made it from the railroad. The home seemed just large enough. Caroline greeted him at the door. "Jack, it is so good to see you. I thought you might not be able to make it." "I wouldn't miss a chance to see you," Jack laughed. There was more truth behind the statement that he cared to admit. Even though he had seen her picture it seemed like a thousand times in China, it wasn't until he met her at the wedding that he realized what a women she was.. She was physically the opposite of Kate with auburn hair, green eyes, and a petite frame but she has the same zest for life Kate had. She made the time spent with her enjoyable. And it seemed the past year and a half Jack was spending a lot of time with her. At first it was the three of them attending the theater or symphony. Many times Jack brought another women or Caroline brought one for him. But the last 6 months Michael claimed he was too busy and instead of letting Caroline miss these occasions, he urged Jack to take her. It was becoming a regular thing. No one gave a second look as it was common practice in popular society at the time. The King did it regularly with his lady friends. "Is Michael here?" "No. He is taking the night train. He said the crisis is moving quickly and he must do some work on it." Caroline shrugged her shoulders. Jack stopped. "Then perhaps I should leave until he arrives." "Jack Percival, you will do no such thing!" Caroline slid her arm through his. "Besides I need to talk with you about something." She lowered her voice. They headed towards the garden. Jack waited for Caroline to talk. When she began she looked straight ahead. "I don't know where to start. Michael has changed." "In what way," Jack asked. "He is totally involved in his work. He always has an excuse why he can't be home or with me." Jack tried to be diplomatic. "He has a very important job and I'm sure he has good intentions." "Jack," she said turning to him, "He is drinking quite a lot. I think his leg is paining him but he won't let me know. When I ask him, he brushes me off." "Caroline," Jack said placing his hands on her shoulders. "He is trying to be strong. He loves you." "Really?" She spun away from him. She turned back with tears in eyes. "If that is true then why hasn't he touched me in almost a year? Why then?" Jack was struck dumb by her statement. He didn't know what to say or do but what he did next seemed right. He put his arms around her and held her close. "I'm sorry," he said. Caroline buried her face into his chest. She put her arms around him and held tight. It felt so good to feel his strong arms around her. She tried to mold her body into his. Their embrace lasted longer than it should have considering their relationship. As they parted, both realized it too. They stood looking at each other, understanding they had crossed the line and things might not be the same again. They stared at each other for a moment. "I better go, Caroline." "No! Jack. It will be alright." Caroline pleaded with him. Jack looked at her and smiled. He couldn't go. "All right." The rest of the evening past slowly as the two of them tried to keep a distance between themselves. They talked about the week's events, the weather, everything but each other as they awaited Michael's arrival. As it became late, Caroline went upstairs to bed. Jack stayed up hoping to have a word with Michael but when he arrived, Michael reeked of cheap booze. Jack knew now wasn't the time but tomorrow would be. Jack had a very restless sleep as the events of the day preyed on his mind. The embrace in the garden had so many meanings. Each one bothered him. She was right. Michael had changed and it was obvious. Most of all he felt he was betraying his best friend and Caroline too. She needed his support not his lust. What would tomorrow bring? It started at breakfast with Michael's announcement. "I won't be here for the dinner tonight. I'm needed back in London." "Please Michael, you promised," Caroline said putting her fork down. "Surely they can miss you for one day. The dinner was your idea." "Look, some things are more important than a dinner," Michael's voice began to rise. "I'm sure you can manage." "What do you mean by that?" "Jack can take my place." He turned to Jack. "You would like that, wouldn't you?" Jack threw his napkin down. He could feel the anger rising in his face. Rising up to his full height, he said, "Michael, we need to talk, now. The study, perhaps?" "I agree and it is over due." The two excused themselves and headed to the study. Jack shut the doors and Michael limped over to where the brandy was. He poured himself a glass. "Drink, Jack?" "It's a little early, don't you think?" "Not really. Now, what's on your mind?" "All right. Are you out of your mind? Why are you treating Caroline like this? She is your wife, for God's sake!" "Yes, she is and I'll treat her any way that pleases me. What business is it of yours?" He took a big swallow "I'm your friend and her's too. When we in China, you worshipped her. What happen?" "Oh yes China." Michael waved his hand. "Well, that was long time ago, my friend." He suddenly threw his glass on the floor. "You saved my life and became a hero. 'Mad Jack' Percival! I was left with a leg that is two inches shorter. No good to any one. I found out what I'm good at and I don't need her or anyone. I'm going places." Jack was confused by Michael's talk and what he was trying to say. "Listen to yourself. She wants to be with you, at your side, to see you succeed. She married you for who you are." "Coming from the man who believes in the purity of marriage," Michael's voice dripping with sarcasm. "The man who has sullied many a married bed. Madame de Mountespan being your latest conquest. How many are there, Jack? Of course, you loved the Baroness. Any others?" Jack moved closer. His fists were clenched and he knew that he might strike Michael. He needed to stop him. "Oh and there is one more," Michael smiled an evil smile. "The lovely Mrs. Smyth-Beddoes. Is she as good as the Baroness?" At that Jack lost control and struck Michael in the face. Losing his balance,Michael staggered and fell to the floor. "How American of you," Michael said wiping a trickle of blood from his mouth. Immediately Jack moved to help him but Michael pushed him away. "Leave me alone," he said struggling to his feet. "I should ask you to leave but since it is I who is leaving, I won't. Our friendship is over, Percival. What we once had is finished. I request that if we meet again, it will only be in our line of work. Stay here as long as you want and take anything you need. I bid you, adieu." With that, Michael left the room. Jack needed that drink now. Peking 1900 Ch. 04 Chesterford 1905 Jack stood looking out the window of the study. It was too early to be drinking but he took a quick shot of Scotch anyway. He had just punched his best friend in the face and his friend had stormed out. All he wanted to do was talk to Michael and find out what was the matter between him and wife, Caroline. Instead he had made it worse. So much for becoming a diplomat! The most important thing was to explain this to Caroline and then try and fix it. "That didn't go so well, did it?" Jack was startled by Caroline's voice as he didn't hear her enter the room. "I heard everything through the door." "I'm sorry I made a mess of things," Jack trying to apologize. "I don't think you made things worse. I'm sorry that you had to do what you did," she replied. "Did you really hit him?" "Yes, I did. I lost my temper and I shouldn't have. But he said some things he never should have said. I think it for the best I leave right now." "And who am I going to have help me tonight? You are not going anywhere." Caroline moved to stand next to him. She put her arm through his. "You heard Michael. He said you could stay here as long as you want and use whatever you need." With that she rested her head on his shoulder. Jack had very little to do and felt he was in the way most of the time. He was impressed with the way Caroline managed the staff, double-checking everything but in such a way that she didn't seem overbearing. The staff though small was very efficient and on the surface had everything under control. They made it seem as if having a formal dinner for 24 people was an every day occurrence. He was also curious as to why the dinner was being held in the first place. He went to Caroline with that question. "Michael is rather new to the position of MP and if he is ever to stand for office again, he is going to have to build a base," she explained. "This dinner was Michael's idea and it was planned months ago. The guests are mostly the local gentry but there will be a few titles among them. It was going to be his chance to meet a few of them." "But he won't be here. How is that going to help?" "I don't know," she answered. Then she smiled. "To cancel at the last moment would be very bad. It is up to us to make it help." With that she was off to check on some other detail. "Michael must be out of mind," Jack thought. "Doesn't need her! Good God, she is the best thing he's got. And even after this morning's scene, she is still trying to help." As time came for dinner, Jack dressed in his formal eveningwear and waited for Caroline in the study. He had attended State dinners on three continents but for some reason he felt very nervous. He shouldn't, as he believed what happened tonight really didn't affect him but he wanted it to go well. Hearing the door open, he turned. It was Caroline. She was dressed in a black formal gown that sparkled like diamonds from the sequins. The dress truly enhanced her figure. Her auburn hair was piled high upon her head with a few loose curls to accent her face. Around her neck she wore a string of beads that reached her breasts, which were modestly exposed. Jack had seen Caroline many times dressed for such occasions but she never looked this gorgeous. "Aren't you going to say anything," she laughed. She moved effortlessly to him. She reached up and straightened his tie. As he looked into her face, he could smell her perfume. "Jack, be a dear and check my back. I believe a hook has come undone." She turned and Jack could see her smooth, flawless skin of her back. He found the hook but it took him a few tries to rehook it. His hands trembled as he tried to avoid running them on her. "There." Turning back around, Caroline kissed his cheek. Offering him her arm she said, "Jack, let's go meet our guest." The dinner was a complete success. Caroline was the perfect hostess. She made sure that she talked to everyone at least once and by name. She pointed out to Jack just who was important and Jack did his part. When it became know he served in China with Michael, many wanted to hear all about it. As he told his tale, he made sure to stress Michael's part in it all and down played his own. After all, it was Michael who needed the votes. He held his own after dinner as the ladies left the room and the men had their cigars and brandy. The Morocco affair held the main stage but surprisingly to Jack, what was important to these people was the local affairs. On these Jack mainly listened but on issues, like women suffrage, he was asked to give an American's point of view. After about an hour, the doors were opened and the women returned. For the remainder of the evening, Caroline stayed close to Jack and the two of them mingled with the guests. All the guests left by midnight and each one as they left declared the evening as success. When the door finally closed, the two looked at each other and laughed. "We did it," they said together. Instinctly they embraced and then kissed. All the stress and tension of the day seemed to melt away as they did. As they broke the kiss, they looked at each other and stepped back. Caroline spoke first. "It is late and I must be up early tomorrow. Good night, Jack." "Yes, it is," Jack replied looking at his watch. "I will be up shortly. I would like to speak to staff about tonight." "By all means. Good night." Caroline walked to the stairs with Jack watching her every step. Jack went down stairs to the staff's room where they were busy cleaning up. Everyone was rushing around trying to finish their work so they could go to bed. They stopped as he entered. "I'll make this quick," he began, "On behalf of Michael and Caroline, I would like to thank you for a job well done, all of you. Now I'll get out of your way. Good night." As he left he heard one of the butlers tell a maid, "Nice chap, that Yank. After this morning, the Misses must be happy he's around." "You just shut your mouth and keep your thoughts to yourself." Jack retired to his room and prepared for bed. As he undressed, he thought about the day. From seemingly losing his best friend to hearing the staffs' comments, he knew it was time for him to leave. He was also troubled by his behavior with Caroline. The embrace yesterday in the garden, her behavior towards him today, her comment about using whatever I needed, and then the kiss. It was all unsettling. Turning down the gaslight, he climbed into bed. He had no idea how long he had been asleep when he heard the door open and then gently close. He sat up and saw Caroline. "Caroline, what is the trouble?" She stood in the faint glow of the light. Her hair was down around her shoulder and she was dressed in soft white night gown so sheer that the light behind her outlined her body. She moved towards the bed. "I've come to thank you for all you have done," she said softly. "You were the man of house tonight and you deserve all that entails." With that, she allowed her gown to fall to the floor. Jack gasped at her. From her perk breasts to her slender waist to her hips which accented the reddish patch between her thighs, Caroline was a true vision. He had no doubt of her intentions. He stepped from the bed and placed his hands on her shoulders. Her skin felt just like he imagined. "Caroline, I can't," he said looking into her face. The mere touch of his hands sent tingles through her body. It had been such a long time since Michael had touched her that she craved more. "Why not? Don't you find me desirable?" "Oh dear God, it is because I do that I dare not." She put her arms around him and felt his back. Pulling herself to him, she placed her naked body against his bare chest. Jack slid his hands down. She felt so small in his arms, vulnerable. "Make love to me, my darling." It would have been so easy to say yes. She was offering him her greatest gift. "No, Caroline. You don't love me nor I you, at least not in that way. It would be wrong for us." Jack then knelt down. He could smell her scent and for moment his will left him. He wanted to bury his face in her and inhale deeply of it. Instead he gathered her gown from around her feet, brought it up, and covered her body. To her surprise, he picked her up and placed her in his bed. He climbed in beside her. Placing his arm under Caroline, Jack pulled her close. He kissed her forehead. "Now go to sleep. You're safe now." Caroline snuggled in close and placed her head on Jack's shoulder. The simple feel of his body touching hers at first excited her but now it seemed to calm her. He was giving her something more than a physical act, something much deeper. Jack slipped from the bed quietly so not to disturb Caroline. He quickly dressed and headed down stairs. He was surprised to see everyone up after the late night. "Breakfast is in the library, sir," Wilson, the head butler, told Jack. "The newspaper is on the table." "Thank you, Wilson." Jack headed that way. He grabbed some ham, sausages, and toast. Taking a sip of hot tea, Jack browsed the newspaper. Nothing was new concerning Morocco. He didn't expect anything, as it was the weekend. That didn't mean that behind the scene, diplomats and foreign ministers were burning the midnight oil. It just meant there were no new 'public' announcements. It was interesting to see that the public didn't know about the Navy. He flipped to the society page. He wasn't really interested in it; just checking to make sure his name wasn't in it. He laughed. As he was about to set the paper down, a small announcement caught his eye. "Lord and Lady Dufield of Wallingham Manor have announced that their daughter, Katherine, Baroness von Schulenburg, has just arrived from the continent. The length of her visit was not disclosed." Jack leapt from his chair, knocking his plate to the floor, and spilling his tea. Wilson came quickly in. "Is there anything wrong, sir?" Jack grabbed Wilson by the shoulders. "Not a thing, Wilson. Not a bloody thing!" Peking 1900 Ch. 05 Wallingham Manor 1905 Caroline entered the room. "What is all the commotion?" Jack showed her the newspaper. "Isn't wonderful? Katherine is back here in England. I can see her again." A frown crossed her face and she shook her head. "Jack, she is still a Baroness and most important, she is still married. How is going to see her again so wonderful?" "Don't you understand? I can see her, talk to her again." Jack was beside himself with joy and Caroline was trying to make him understand what the situation truly was. "So you see her, then what? Your heart gets broken again." Caroline held his hand. "Jack, think what this will cost you." He had her sit down, still holding hands. He needed to explain himself to her; to make her understand why he needed to see Kate. The words poured out. " I love Kate and I know she loves me. My problem is I fell in love with a married woman. If I never met her then I wouldn't have put her in that position. I have caused her much grief. When she left Peking we never got a chance to say good-bye. It may be over between us but I have to know." Caroline looked him in face. "You are good man, John Percival and I guess you deserve to know." "Don't judge me too quickly. Michael was right about married women and I." "What are you saying?" Caroline gave him a quizzical look. "While in China Michael talked constantly about you. He described you down to the smallest detail. It got so I didn't need to see your picture he always cared with him. Compared to my situation, I became jealous of him. When I met you at your wedding, you were better than my imagination. And each time I have seen you my feelings have grown." Caroline stood up and walked to the sideboard. "Are you saying what I think you are saying?" "You are Michael's wife, my best friend's wife, and I have no right to feel this way. Maybe I'm jealous. I don't know." "Then last night, when I came to you..." "More than anything but I knew if I did, it would ruin 2 other people's lives. I already ruined my own." Caroline turned and ran to him. She fell to the floor, kneeling and placing her head in his lap. "No, Jack, don't say that. You are a good man. You're kind, decent, and caring. You were there for me yesterday and last night. You showed your feelings in the best way possible. A different time, different place, perhaps." Jack nodded. "It seems my fate with my love," he thought. "A different time, a different place, a different woman." Again Jack rode the train, this time south to London. Like the last time he had time to think. When he left Caroline, she made it clear that he would always be welcomed at her home. She made him promise he would visit often and then kissed him in full view of some members of the staff. She then whispered in his ear that she hoped that might encourage him to visit again. The last meeting with Michael was on his mind. It certainly ended badly but more importantly was the fact that Michael believed that something already had occurred between Caroline and him. If he continued to believe that, then there was no way to fix it. On the face of it, it seemed to Jack that Michael wanted it to happen and was pushing them together. For what reason he didn't know. Finally Kate was where he could reach her. Caroline had made perfectly good sense as to why he shouldn't but it didn't matter. He had to see her even if just to return her locket. It might be the only way to clear her from his mind. Jack reached London in a foul mood. He had wired ahead to tell Johnson what train he was on and when Johnson was a few minutes late, Jack almost chewed his head off. They rode in silence back to his flat. The falling rain mirrored his mood. When Johnson tried to remind him of the Monday meeting at the Embassy, Jack snarled that he knew and he expected Johnson to have everything ready in the morning. With that, he went up to his room. The meeting on Monday was important as the Morocco Crisis was reaching the boiling point. Someone had to blink but no one wanted to lose face. If no one did, then war was a real possibility. Pres. Roosevelt had weighed in with a suggestion of a conference to talk, not fight. In information that was not to leave the room, Roosevelt backed the English and French position but more importantly he wanted the US included in any decision. If the US was to be a world power, it needed to be there. As the meeting broke up, the Ambassador asked Jack to stay behind. "Excellent work on the British Naval alert, Major. The President was impressed also. It seems he knows you." "Yes I met Mr. Roosevelt when I returned from China. I carried the dispatches to Washington and met him there. He is also friends with my family. He was only vice-president when I met him." "I see," nodded the Ambassador. "I have an important job for you to do and I believe with, so I'll say, your connections, you can do it. I need you to work up the possible number of ships each country can put to sea. Battleships and cruisers only." "Which countries, sir?" Jack asked. "Great Britain, France, Germany, Italy, Russia, and Austria-Hungary. We have the US figures. The others are not as readily available." "It may take a little time, sir." "That's the rub, Major. We may not have time. Do this well and if everything works out, you can get some time away from here. I know I can count on you." "Yes, sir. I'll get right on it." Jack dived into the work. It seemed that nothing else matter and it took his mind off his personal dilemmas. He worked his contacts at all levels and with all the governments. In some cases he walked through the front doors of an Embassy and in other a meeting over dinner. He used his charm on some, male or female. For others, a little cash went a long way. He stayed late and arrived early. By late Wednesday afternoon he was done. "Here you go, sir," Jack said presenting his paper. "As you can see, it is broken down by country and type of ship. I also included armament, condition, and present location. If possible, the name of the commanding officer." "Good lord, Major. Job well done. It is more than we could ever want." "Thank you, sir." Jack said. "Now if I may, I would like to go to my flat and sleep. And if possible, take that time you offered me?" "By all means but leave a place where you can be reached. Just in case." "Wallingham Manor, East Crosswicks, sir." Jack was true to his word. He went straight to his flat and slept the sleep of the dead. Bright and early the next day he was up and on his way to Wallingham Manor. He really had no plans. He wasn't even sure if Kate would be there or even want to see him. He told Johnson that he may be back tonight or need him to bring some clothes for a longer stay. It was not knowing that was killing him. In the Marines there was always some plan or an idea of a plan. In his current position, he could be cool and calculating but he knew his ultimate destination. When it came to women, it seemed to him, that nothing was clear. He led with his heart, not his head, especially with Kate, and even Caroline. For someone who could be quite smart, he could be incredibly stupid. The village of East Crosswicks was a picturesque place. Except for the train station, Jack felt that it had changed very little in the last hundred years. He made his way to a small inn just off the green. Upon entering, some of the locals stopped their conversations and gave him the once over. He walked over the bar where a young lady stood. She appeared to be a little younger than Jack, blue eyes and freckles, a healthy country girl. "Don't mind them," she said with a bright smile. "We don't get many strangers here. At least not ones like you." She looked him up and down. "What can I do for you?" "I'd like a room, for at least 1 night, possible more. I'm not certain yet." "Very good, sir. I can give you our best room. It is in the front and has windows facing the green so you can catch the breeze. And your name, sir?" "Major John Percival." The girl stepped from behind the bar and had him follow her upstairs. Showing him the room the girl turned to leave. "If you need any thing, my name is Colleen and I will be glad to help." "Yes, there is one thing, Colleen." Jack moved towards her. "I'm here to see Lord Dufield. Can you tell me the way to Wallingham Manor?" The girl gave him the directions explaining that it was about 5 miles west along the main road. As Jack left the inn, he could hear a buzz of voices and some eyes upon him. He figured Colleen would tell them about him. Better to give them a little information than none at all. There would be rumors any way. It being a warm summer day, Jack began walking to Wallingham. It was beautiful country, green and lush. He saw small quaint cottages and waved to the people he met along the way. It was a part of England he had never seen and it did his spirits good. Finally he was there. As he walked up the crushed stone and shell driveway, he tried to figure out what to say. It was easier making that mad charge against the Boxers. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. It seemed an eternality before the door open. There stood the butler who asked, "Yes?" "Is Katherine, the Baroness, at home?" Jack asked. "Yes." The butler seemed to very hesitant to talk to Jack. "I see. Is she receiving visitors?" "Whom shall I say is calling, sir?" "Major John Percival." Jack handed him his card. "The Baroness and her Ladyship are in the garden. Please wait here." He motioned for Jack to wait in the hallway as he turned and left. Again the wait seemed agonizingly long. The butler returned. "The Baroness will see you. Please follow me." So this was it. After 5 years of being apart, Jack was going to see Kate. A hundred questions ran through his head. 5 years was a long time and people change, feelings change. Did she still care for him or had time, distance, and reality worked against him. His mouth felt dry, his palms sweaty. "Baroness, your Ladyship," the butler announced him. "Major John Percival." Jack stepped forward and took a deep breath. Kate was seating next to mother and put down the book she was reading. Jack noticed it was Sherlock Holmes. She was dress in a light blue dress that showed her arms and neck. Her blonde hair shone in the sun. She looked to have gained a few pounds but it appeared to Jack she hadn't changed. My, Major," Kate said to him. "I believe that last time I saw you, you were a lieutenant. You have come up in the world." Her voice was calm but it was her eyes that betrayed her. Her breaths came rapidly. "Yes Baroness," Jack replied. "It was a long time ago. Many things have happened since then." "Are you going to introduce me, Kate," her mother asked. "Yes, mother. This is John Percival, US Marines. He is the one I may have mentioned who was in Peking with us." "Good afternoon, Major. If you were in Peking then I must thank you for your duty you did there. It seems you two may have lots to talk about and besides; I would like to go in. Are you staying for dinner?" "That all depends, your ladyship," Jack extended his hand to help her up. "The Major will be staying, Mother," Kate said. As her mother left, Kate turned to Jack. "So why are you here? East Crosswick isn't just a place you happen to stop by." "May we walk?" Jack asked. "I would like to talk to you." The two walked quietly into the garden. Jack began to feel that Kate was holding something back from him and he felt it might be over between them. He was right, Kate was holding something back. When she saw him walking towards her, it took all her self-control not to rush to him; to hold him, to kiss him. Perhaps he was here to tell her it was over and had been for a long time. Jack spoke first. "We never got the opportunity to say good-bye in Peking. I know now that I never had a real chance with you. You could never leave the Baron." He reached into his shirt and pulled out her locket. "I have worn this since you gave it to me and now it is time to..." Kate's heart skipped a beat when she saw the locket and heard that he had worn it for 5 years. She now knew where she stood. "Jack, the Baron is dead. He died almost 2 years ago." "That means..." "Yes, my darling, I am free to love who I want. If you still will have me." "Still have you? Good Lord, Kate! I have loved you since we first met and I haven't stopped. I have tried to forget you but I couldn't." He grabbed her then kissed her. All the pent up emotions swept over them. He kissed her lips, her neck, and her shoulders. She held his face in her hands and kissed him passionately. Kate took him by the hand and led him further into the garden. As they were totally out of sight, they came to clearing. Kate looked around and then sunk to the ground. She pulled Jack down to her. "Jack, please, make love me now." He needed no coaxing. As he positioned himself over her, she said, "Be gentle with me, my love." What else could he be? She arched her back and gave out a long moan as he entered her. They had both waited a long time for this moment. The moment when they could express their love freely and unbridled. "So what is next?" Kate said putting her arm in his and pulling him close as they walked from the garden. "I'm not sure, Kate," Jack said stopping. "Are you truly free?" "Yes, my love. I am," she smiled. "His son from his first wife is now the Baron von Schulenburg and his wife the Baroness. I'm now the Dowager, which makes me feel so old. I get an allowance and all the jewels he gave me. The rest belong to the family. His son and wife would like to see me out of the picture." "Well, I didn't think this out but here goes," He dropped to his knee. "I don't have much to offer you. Not every a ring and not much of an exciting life. I love you, Kate. I think from the time I first saw you. So would you do me the great honor of being my wife?" Tears filled her eyes. "I have waited over 5 years to be able to hear you ask that question. I thought I never would. Of course I will. And we can do it tonight!" "Tonight?" Jack said taking her in his arms. "What about your parents? And what about a license? A pastor? What would people think?" "John Percival, I'm surprised at you. When did you start worrying about what people think?" Kate laughed. "I'll take care of my parents. Let tell them now and then start making plans." Holding Jack's hand, she started for the house. "Oh no," he laughed. "Not before this." With that he pulled her close and kissed her. "I love you, Kate."