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<blockquote data-quote="Silver Moon" data-source="post: 2165850" data-attributes="member: 8530"><p><strong>Chapter 26, “Off to Boston”, Sunday, March 12th, 1882:</strong></p><p></p><p>When the sun finally started crossing the horizon Katherine opened her trunk and pulled out one of the black gowns she had worn exclusively while in Tombstone. The rules were less strict here, but in Boston she would be expected to continue to wear black for many months yet. </p><p></p><p>There was not much she could do about the dark circles under her eyes, but she took careful pains to make sure she looked neat and cared for. Her parents would already be worried, she didn't want to give them more cause. She left the room and quietly went to see Mr. Gonzales. He would probably not be awake yet, but she could wait.</p><p></p><p>As Kate enters Gonzales's room she sees Ginnie sitting there in one of the chairs staring at the door. "Ma'am Kate, I know your going somewhere and I know that it is important. You've been having nightmares that wake you and your wearing mourning again. From what I have heard and figured out your heading to Boston to talk with Tucker about your husband's murder again and I'm going with you one way or another and..." she points to a small bag next to the chair "I'm already packed. I lived in Boston for a long time before my family died and they sent me to New York for the orphan train I know the city. I want to visit my parent's grave. So when do we get on the stage? And how do we keep the Marshall from following us?"</p><p></p><p>Kate knelt down in front of the chair and hugged Ginnie for a moment. She sat back then on her heels and said, "I am wearing mourning again because it is proper back East to do so for much longer than I did here. I will be seeing my family, and it is better to observe the traditions than argue about them. At least for today. </p><p></p><p>Yes, I am going to talk to Tucker although I would rather not. I have tried to let go of this, but the Earps want him, and they are threatening my friends to get him. I need to talk with him and see what's to be done. We won't need to worry about the Marshal following us, my teacher is going to help with that. We won't be taking the stage either. I understand wanting to visit your parents. I think we can find time to do that."</p><p></p><p>Ginnie says, "I know that Mr. Gonzales is a wizard but are they going to let him do something to make the horses go faster? I can't see the coachman letting him do magic to get us to the train to go to Boston quicker. And I'm not sure how changing your hair color would help except for getting us out of town without the marshal knowing who you are and they'd see me and know something was up."</p><p></p><p>Kate replies, "There are ways to travel without taking the stage, or the train. Mr. Gonzales will be going with us, and we will be back here before bedtime. If I'm to help my friends I must be quick, and there is just no time to wait for the train. You'll see when we go. It's something I am not able to do, so I can't really explain it yet. We will leave here and arrive at my parents home in the blink of an eye. There should be no reason to disguise ourselves." </p><p></p><p>Ginnie did not yet know about the rooms beyond this one, and Katherine did not have permission to show her. And he could not come out unless he exposed that door to her. "We should be leaving soon. He wanted to get an early start, and it will be farther along in the day in Boston." Ginnie says, “So we are going to use magic to get there? Okay, I'm ready whenever you are do I need to do anything special to get ready? I think I have everything I might need in my bag.” Kate answers, "The only thing you need to do to get ready is run into the kitchen and find us something to eat. I think Dorita would rather have us pilfer her kitchen a bit than go without breakfast. You probably have more than you'll need in your bag. Go on now and hurry back."</p><p></p><p>With that Ginnie scampers to the door then she stops short and turns to Kate. "I'm going but you need to promise that you won't leave without me while I'm in the kitchen your not the same person who left Boston and I need to make sure that you don't feel like you need to stay there once you get back. After all....I like you" With that Ginnie bursts though the door as though she's been lit on fire.</p><p></p><p>Kate stared at the door for a moment after Ginnie ran through it. She shook her head. When she was sure Ginnie was out of earshot she quickly went inside Mr. Gonzales rooms, hoping he was already up and ready. She finds Gonzales ready to go. He asks "Is it just us or have Ruby or Nanuet decided to come along?"</p><p></p><p>Kate says, "I haven't heard from either of them, so I believe it's just us. Except... Ginnie was waiting in your room for me this morning. She hears far more than she lets on. She wants to come with us. Her parents are buried in Boston, and she wants to visit them. I sent her to the kitchen to get us something to eat, but she'll be back in a minute. She doesn't know about these rooms, and I didn't want to bring her in without your permission."</p><p></p><p>"I'm not ready to show her all of this yet, in fact I was only now willing to show Nanuet. Help me move this brazier and powder out into my room in the El Parador, we can go from there." She does so. He then dons the glasses and casts the incantation to transform him into Mr. Austin. She says, "Do you really feel a disguise is necessary? I've written to my family about my life there. They don't know what you teach me, of course, but they know about Mr. Gonzales with the centuries of knowledge to share. How will I explain Mr. Austin?"</p><p></p><p>Ginnie pops through the door after a quick knock. She has a piece of cloth that she has tied up a batch of fresh cornbread with butter jam and thick slices of fried ham wrapped in flat bread. She takes a quick survey of the room then nods to the appearance of Mr. Austin. "Ah that explains it" she says almost to herself under her breath then in a normal voice. "Hello Mr. Gonzales, Ma'am Kate says we are going to use some magic to travel to Boston it should be an interesting day"</p><p></p><p>He removes the glasses and reverts to his normal appearance. "Well, according to Ma'am Kate I may not need these after all." He puts the glasses in his pocket. He gets the brazier going and powder ready. He instructs Kate and Ginnie to stand around the brazier with him and to hold hands. He says "I have two incantations to do. When I finish the second I will hold out my hands and you should each grab onto one." </p><p></p><p>He then says to Kate "I will now cast the detect thoughts spell. Please picture in your mind our destination." Ginnie says, “Where in Boston are we going? I know the city very well and am very good at seeing again what I saw before. Umm can I help?” "We're going to my parents home, so I think I'll have to handle this one," she said and squeezed Ginnie's hand. </p><p></p><p>Kate concentrated on an unused area of the carriage house. Since she and Henry were no longer at home it had been unused for a long time. It was mostly bare and empty, but she remembered and old harness hung on the wall, and the patterns Henry had carved into the boards of the floor with his first knife. They would be able to approach the house from there with no one realizing they hadn't walked up from the street. She spent only slightly less effort letting down walls into her mind she hadn't even realized were there.</p><p></p><p>Ginnie watched the magic being cast and saw as Kate relaxed into the picture in her mind. Then Ginnie made a conscious effort to focus her own mind on nothing at all, a blank whiteness like newly fallen snow or a piece of paper before it was set with ink. Magic was a wonderful but dangerous thing and Ginnie didn't want to take the chance that some stray thought of her own would interrupt the focus of the spells.</p><p></p><p>Kate only nodded and held her hand out, ready to grasp his when the next incantation ended. He repeated the spell she had seen when they went with Bolivar to Los Angeles, and after the powder was thrown in Kate and Ginnie grasped his hands. "Well done Katherine," is all that Gonzales states as they arrive at the destination.</p><p></p><p>Ginnie opens her eyes and sees that they are now in small wooden building that is mostly empty she opens her bag and pulls out the shawl that she had packed because she knew it would be much colder in Boston than where she had been living. She then handed Kate a black woolen shawl and a small fabric wrapped package. “I didn't want you to be cold. Oh and you can't go home without presents so here.”</p><p></p><p>"Thank you, dear. I had forgotten how cold it would still be here. Lace for my mother?" Kate hugged Ginnie again. "Thank you." </p><p></p><p>In the distance, Kate could hear the sound of a busy cobbled street. She opened her eyes to the empty room in the carriage house. It was quiet. On a Sunday morning no one would be in here. Her parents stayed in until evening most Sundays. "Perfect," she smiled at her teacher. "We can walk up to the house from here with no one knowing we didn't come up from the street." </p><p></p><p>Kate took Ginnie's hand and led them out of the smaller room and into the larger where two large carriages and one smaller were housed. All three were a well-kept, shining black. "Papa takes that small one in to the office when he goes. The larger ones are for when we all went together. I don't imagine those see as much use as they did in the past." </p><p></p><p>They reached the outside door and walked out to the drive. The house was set back from the street, about forty feet away from the carriage house. The Seagram home was an impressive brick building, three stories high with what could only be called wings on each side. A columned porch led up to a massive front door that Katherine approached without seeming to notice the mass of the place. She pulled out a knob and a bell rang inside the house. "It will be just a moment, I'm sure."</p><p></p><p>A well dressed gentleman wearing a nicely tailored woolen suit answers the door. "Mr. Emerson, I didn't expect to see you here, and answering the door," Katherine said surprised. "My parents are at home, I assume?" She moved inside with Ginnie and Mr. Gonzales and Mr. Emerson shut the door. "It's cold to be letting in the draft. Mr. Emerson, may I introduce my friend, Mr. Gonzales from Arizona, and my ward Ginnie."</p><p></p><p>"A pleasure to meet you all," the man states. "Katherine, it is a pleasure to see you again. My condolences as to the loss of your husband. Your parents held a memorial service for him here in Boston and I read one of my poems at it. I wish that there was more that I could do for you."</p><p></p><p>Ginnie takes a good look at the gentleman who answered the door. At first she thought it might be the butler but seeing that there are splatters of ink on the tips of his fingers realizes that this is not the owner of the house nor the butler. The owner of the house would be unlikely to use a pen that extensively and the butler would have given himself away as his hands would be chapped and reddish this time of year from working in water and then going out in the cold or answering the door. </p><p></p><p>"Pleased to meet you sir" Ginnie says with a little curtsy never taking her eyes off of the family friend that answers the door to another person's house. Emerson? poems? ah now I know who this is I think. humm Ma'am Kate is much more powerful in Boston than I realized I'll have to watch myself just in case.</p><p></p><p>Gonzales also makes the connection and comments "Ralph Waldo Emerson?" "Why yes, you've read my work?" the man comments. A wide grim fills his face and Manuel replies "Why yes, starting with your first collection of essays Nature up until your collection Letters and Social Aims, published I believe five years ago." Emerson replies, "Six years, close to seven actually. That was my most recent published work. I've been working on more but my health has not been the best these past few years. I've mostly withdrawn from public life these days, although I do make the time to visit special friends." </p><p></p><p>Katherine, Ginnie and Manuel enter the building. A man who Kate recognizes as the family butler enters the room. He looks towards Emerson and says "Sir, I could have gotten the door." Emerson replies, "No need Mathias, I was nearby. I may be old but I'm not an invalid, at least not yet."</p><p></p><p>"Mathias," Kate said warmly. "How nice to see you again. I hope you're well." She walked over and kissed the man on his cheek. "Would you inform my mother that I'm here? I'm sure Mr. Emerson and my father were in the library, no? He can escort us there." The butler heads off as Emerson and Kate head towards the library, with Gonzales discussing Emerson's essays along the way down the corridor.</p><p></p><p>The front foyer they stood in had a large staircase rising up from the back that split to the right and left. The carpeting was a rich red, and all the exposed wood a dark, polished brown. Artwork hung on the walls and a large window of colored glass stretched to the high ceiling from where it began at the point where the stairs split. </p><p></p><p>Mr. Emerson led them off to the right and down a corridor, then through a richly appointed sitting room to an open door. Even from outside the smell of leather and paper was heavy. Kate breathed in that familiar smell and smiled. The library has always been her fathers place and the smell brought back sweet memories of hours spent there. </p><p></p><p>Inside the room the walls were lined with books floor to ceiling. Most had been brought over from Germany when his family emigrated many years ago, although Friedrich had continued to enlarge the library. A highly polished, heavy wooden desk sat at the back of the room, and a rich leather sofa and chairs were grouped near the fireplace. The group entered the room and Mr. Emerson said "Friedrich, you have a visitor."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Silver Moon, post: 2165850, member: 8530"] [B]Chapter 26, “Off to Boston”, Sunday, March 12th, 1882:[/B] When the sun finally started crossing the horizon Katherine opened her trunk and pulled out one of the black gowns she had worn exclusively while in Tombstone. The rules were less strict here, but in Boston she would be expected to continue to wear black for many months yet. There was not much she could do about the dark circles under her eyes, but she took careful pains to make sure she looked neat and cared for. Her parents would already be worried, she didn't want to give them more cause. She left the room and quietly went to see Mr. Gonzales. He would probably not be awake yet, but she could wait. As Kate enters Gonzales's room she sees Ginnie sitting there in one of the chairs staring at the door. "Ma'am Kate, I know your going somewhere and I know that it is important. You've been having nightmares that wake you and your wearing mourning again. From what I have heard and figured out your heading to Boston to talk with Tucker about your husband's murder again and I'm going with you one way or another and..." she points to a small bag next to the chair "I'm already packed. I lived in Boston for a long time before my family died and they sent me to New York for the orphan train I know the city. I want to visit my parent's grave. So when do we get on the stage? And how do we keep the Marshall from following us?" Kate knelt down in front of the chair and hugged Ginnie for a moment. She sat back then on her heels and said, "I am wearing mourning again because it is proper back East to do so for much longer than I did here. I will be seeing my family, and it is better to observe the traditions than argue about them. At least for today. Yes, I am going to talk to Tucker although I would rather not. I have tried to let go of this, but the Earps want him, and they are threatening my friends to get him. I need to talk with him and see what's to be done. We won't need to worry about the Marshal following us, my teacher is going to help with that. We won't be taking the stage either. I understand wanting to visit your parents. I think we can find time to do that." Ginnie says, "I know that Mr. Gonzales is a wizard but are they going to let him do something to make the horses go faster? I can't see the coachman letting him do magic to get us to the train to go to Boston quicker. And I'm not sure how changing your hair color would help except for getting us out of town without the marshal knowing who you are and they'd see me and know something was up." Kate replies, "There are ways to travel without taking the stage, or the train. Mr. Gonzales will be going with us, and we will be back here before bedtime. If I'm to help my friends I must be quick, and there is just no time to wait for the train. You'll see when we go. It's something I am not able to do, so I can't really explain it yet. We will leave here and arrive at my parents home in the blink of an eye. There should be no reason to disguise ourselves." Ginnie did not yet know about the rooms beyond this one, and Katherine did not have permission to show her. And he could not come out unless he exposed that door to her. "We should be leaving soon. He wanted to get an early start, and it will be farther along in the day in Boston." Ginnie says, “So we are going to use magic to get there? Okay, I'm ready whenever you are do I need to do anything special to get ready? I think I have everything I might need in my bag.” Kate answers, "The only thing you need to do to get ready is run into the kitchen and find us something to eat. I think Dorita would rather have us pilfer her kitchen a bit than go without breakfast. You probably have more than you'll need in your bag. Go on now and hurry back." With that Ginnie scampers to the door then she stops short and turns to Kate. "I'm going but you need to promise that you won't leave without me while I'm in the kitchen your not the same person who left Boston and I need to make sure that you don't feel like you need to stay there once you get back. After all....I like you" With that Ginnie bursts though the door as though she's been lit on fire. Kate stared at the door for a moment after Ginnie ran through it. She shook her head. When she was sure Ginnie was out of earshot she quickly went inside Mr. Gonzales rooms, hoping he was already up and ready. She finds Gonzales ready to go. He asks "Is it just us or have Ruby or Nanuet decided to come along?" Kate says, "I haven't heard from either of them, so I believe it's just us. Except... Ginnie was waiting in your room for me this morning. She hears far more than she lets on. She wants to come with us. Her parents are buried in Boston, and she wants to visit them. I sent her to the kitchen to get us something to eat, but she'll be back in a minute. She doesn't know about these rooms, and I didn't want to bring her in without your permission." "I'm not ready to show her all of this yet, in fact I was only now willing to show Nanuet. Help me move this brazier and powder out into my room in the El Parador, we can go from there." She does so. He then dons the glasses and casts the incantation to transform him into Mr. Austin. She says, "Do you really feel a disguise is necessary? I've written to my family about my life there. They don't know what you teach me, of course, but they know about Mr. Gonzales with the centuries of knowledge to share. How will I explain Mr. Austin?" Ginnie pops through the door after a quick knock. She has a piece of cloth that she has tied up a batch of fresh cornbread with butter jam and thick slices of fried ham wrapped in flat bread. She takes a quick survey of the room then nods to the appearance of Mr. Austin. "Ah that explains it" she says almost to herself under her breath then in a normal voice. "Hello Mr. Gonzales, Ma'am Kate says we are going to use some magic to travel to Boston it should be an interesting day" He removes the glasses and reverts to his normal appearance. "Well, according to Ma'am Kate I may not need these after all." He puts the glasses in his pocket. He gets the brazier going and powder ready. He instructs Kate and Ginnie to stand around the brazier with him and to hold hands. He says "I have two incantations to do. When I finish the second I will hold out my hands and you should each grab onto one." He then says to Kate "I will now cast the detect thoughts spell. Please picture in your mind our destination." Ginnie says, “Where in Boston are we going? I know the city very well and am very good at seeing again what I saw before. Umm can I help?” "We're going to my parents home, so I think I'll have to handle this one," she said and squeezed Ginnie's hand. Kate concentrated on an unused area of the carriage house. Since she and Henry were no longer at home it had been unused for a long time. It was mostly bare and empty, but she remembered and old harness hung on the wall, and the patterns Henry had carved into the boards of the floor with his first knife. They would be able to approach the house from there with no one realizing they hadn't walked up from the street. She spent only slightly less effort letting down walls into her mind she hadn't even realized were there. Ginnie watched the magic being cast and saw as Kate relaxed into the picture in her mind. Then Ginnie made a conscious effort to focus her own mind on nothing at all, a blank whiteness like newly fallen snow or a piece of paper before it was set with ink. Magic was a wonderful but dangerous thing and Ginnie didn't want to take the chance that some stray thought of her own would interrupt the focus of the spells. Kate only nodded and held her hand out, ready to grasp his when the next incantation ended. He repeated the spell she had seen when they went with Bolivar to Los Angeles, and after the powder was thrown in Kate and Ginnie grasped his hands. "Well done Katherine," is all that Gonzales states as they arrive at the destination. Ginnie opens her eyes and sees that they are now in small wooden building that is mostly empty she opens her bag and pulls out the shawl that she had packed because she knew it would be much colder in Boston than where she had been living. She then handed Kate a black woolen shawl and a small fabric wrapped package. “I didn't want you to be cold. Oh and you can't go home without presents so here.” "Thank you, dear. I had forgotten how cold it would still be here. Lace for my mother?" Kate hugged Ginnie again. "Thank you." In the distance, Kate could hear the sound of a busy cobbled street. She opened her eyes to the empty room in the carriage house. It was quiet. On a Sunday morning no one would be in here. Her parents stayed in until evening most Sundays. "Perfect," she smiled at her teacher. "We can walk up to the house from here with no one knowing we didn't come up from the street." Kate took Ginnie's hand and led them out of the smaller room and into the larger where two large carriages and one smaller were housed. All three were a well-kept, shining black. "Papa takes that small one in to the office when he goes. The larger ones are for when we all went together. I don't imagine those see as much use as they did in the past." They reached the outside door and walked out to the drive. The house was set back from the street, about forty feet away from the carriage house. The Seagram home was an impressive brick building, three stories high with what could only be called wings on each side. A columned porch led up to a massive front door that Katherine approached without seeming to notice the mass of the place. She pulled out a knob and a bell rang inside the house. "It will be just a moment, I'm sure." A well dressed gentleman wearing a nicely tailored woolen suit answers the door. "Mr. Emerson, I didn't expect to see you here, and answering the door," Katherine said surprised. "My parents are at home, I assume?" She moved inside with Ginnie and Mr. Gonzales and Mr. Emerson shut the door. "It's cold to be letting in the draft. Mr. Emerson, may I introduce my friend, Mr. Gonzales from Arizona, and my ward Ginnie." "A pleasure to meet you all," the man states. "Katherine, it is a pleasure to see you again. My condolences as to the loss of your husband. Your parents held a memorial service for him here in Boston and I read one of my poems at it. I wish that there was more that I could do for you." Ginnie takes a good look at the gentleman who answered the door. At first she thought it might be the butler but seeing that there are splatters of ink on the tips of his fingers realizes that this is not the owner of the house nor the butler. The owner of the house would be unlikely to use a pen that extensively and the butler would have given himself away as his hands would be chapped and reddish this time of year from working in water and then going out in the cold or answering the door. "Pleased to meet you sir" Ginnie says with a little curtsy never taking her eyes off of the family friend that answers the door to another person's house. Emerson? poems? ah now I know who this is I think. humm Ma'am Kate is much more powerful in Boston than I realized I'll have to watch myself just in case. Gonzales also makes the connection and comments "Ralph Waldo Emerson?" "Why yes, you've read my work?" the man comments. A wide grim fills his face and Manuel replies "Why yes, starting with your first collection of essays Nature up until your collection Letters and Social Aims, published I believe five years ago." Emerson replies, "Six years, close to seven actually. That was my most recent published work. I've been working on more but my health has not been the best these past few years. I've mostly withdrawn from public life these days, although I do make the time to visit special friends." Katherine, Ginnie and Manuel enter the building. A man who Kate recognizes as the family butler enters the room. He looks towards Emerson and says "Sir, I could have gotten the door." Emerson replies, "No need Mathias, I was nearby. I may be old but I'm not an invalid, at least not yet." "Mathias," Kate said warmly. "How nice to see you again. I hope you're well." She walked over and kissed the man on his cheek. "Would you inform my mother that I'm here? I'm sure Mr. Emerson and my father were in the library, no? He can escort us there." The butler heads off as Emerson and Kate head towards the library, with Gonzales discussing Emerson's essays along the way down the corridor. The front foyer they stood in had a large staircase rising up from the back that split to the right and left. The carpeting was a rich red, and all the exposed wood a dark, polished brown. Artwork hung on the walls and a large window of colored glass stretched to the high ceiling from where it began at the point where the stairs split. Mr. Emerson led them off to the right and down a corridor, then through a richly appointed sitting room to an open door. Even from outside the smell of leather and paper was heavy. Kate breathed in that familiar smell and smiled. The library has always been her fathers place and the smell brought back sweet memories of hours spent there. Inside the room the walls were lined with books floor to ceiling. Most had been brought over from Germany when his family emigrated many years ago, although Friedrich had continued to enlarge the library. A highly polished, heavy wooden desk sat at the back of the room, and a rich leather sofa and chairs were grouped near the fireplace. The group entered the room and Mr. Emerson said "Friedrich, you have a visitor." [/QUOTE]
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