|Artemis, Dionysus and Cernunnos hear that "Man is in the Forest" - with a nod to Bambi. A bit whimsical, but also symbolic.|
Balgair - a Ghost Story: Ch. 24Chapter 24. Where the Lady Sleeps...Balgair - a Ghost Story: Ch. 24 by MariaAragon64
"Where are we? Are we even under Balgair anymore?"
"Oui, Jeremy. We are still chez Balgair, only in its most ancient chambres de mort."
Jeremy's torchlight stroked briefly over another plastered up monk's niche from which some of the Latin inscription had been lost. "If they had told me Balgair was built on top of a mausoleum, I wouldn't have come."
Denis shook his head. "Lumiere s'il vous plait."
"Oh right." Jeremy shone the light ahead even as he glanced back for fear of seeing someone shuffling after them.
Dite moi, Jeremy. Why do you do this when you are so fearful of it?"
"Because it beats sitting behind a desk or standing behind a counter. When I am not needed, I can do other things instead. The hours are odd and these investigations can be all consuming when you're on them, but you get to visi
Balgair - a Ghost Story Ch. 23Chapter 23. When is a Solution Not THE Solution?Balgair - a Ghost Story Ch. 23 by MariaAragon64
Alongside three tourists and a local who worked security stood an unseen presence or two or four. The Living and the Dead shared the same intense preoccupation with the open entrance to the chapel crypt and what was going on its depths.
"Look. You can just see a tomb effigy of a lady over there." The tourist pointed as she whispered and all the Living shifted for a better look.
Brother Alfred did not though. He did not need to, although Mahmoud and Percy eyed the Living with mild curiosity. For once, they behaved themselves like perfect little gentlemen and the unwitting tourists and the security guard could thank the ghostly monk's somber presence for that mercy.
Lady Mary's presence kneeling beyond the cordon at her customary hour of prayer helped also, even though it was not her customary hour of prayer.
Stephens the footman whose exten
Balgair - a Ghost Story Ch. 22. En masse the whole group accompanied Denis down to the family chapel, where Portia waited in somber vigilance. At the chapel entrance, Troy made a brief detour and returned with Ellen, Bromhead, and Andrew, who still flicked his dry hands from his sides, rather than wipe them on his trousers.Balgair - a Ghost Story Ch. 22. by MariaAragon64
Denis joined Portia in the old Segrave family pew. If he'd had a tail, he would have been wagging it. "Such news I have."
She pulled her gaze away from the floor after some effort. "Yes?"
"Are you all right, Portia?" said Travers.
Her cold face broke into a weary smile. "I'm fine. Truly, I am. I have been concentrating too hard and now I feel a headache coming on."
"I shall relieve you then," Denis said. "You must go and rest yourself."
"Merci. I will." Portia's smile warmed a little. "What news do you bring me?"
"We may k
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