Back Theatre of Marvels
Chapters (40)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Dedication
  4. Map
  5. I
  6. II
  7. III
  8. IV
  9. V
  10. VI
  11. VII
  12. VIII
  13. IX
  14. X
  15. XI
  16. XII
  17. XIII
  18. XIV
  19. XV
  20. XVI
  21. XVII
  22. XVIII
  23. XIX
  24. XX
  25. XXI
  26. XXII
  27. XXIII
  28. XXIV
  29. XXV
  30. XXVI
  31. XXVII
  32. XXVIII
  33. XXIX
  34. XXX
  35. XXXI
  36. XXXII
  37. Seven Years Later
  38. Epilogue
  39. Acknowledgements
  40. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING

I opened my eyes and there Lucien was before me. I jumped up, still drowsy. What must he think, to come down and find me asleep in his armchair? As usual he wore a crisp white shirt, but his cravat had been loosened and I caught a glimpse of his chest beneath. I felt a sharp pang of longing and it only added to my confusion.

‘Forgive me, the door was open. I called out to you.’

‘I don’t care about that. Elvira sent me a note to say that all had gone well and she was headed for Dover. She must be halfway to the coast by now, but I didn’t know where you were. I thought you were going to stay with your friend?’

‘I wanted to see you first, Lucien.’

‘You’ve taken a grave risk, Zillah. Anyone could have seen you.’

I recognised in his tone the angry relief of someone who has been worried.

‘I couldn’t go straight to Barky’s. He’ll be at the theatre for a while yet, I’m sure, and I didn’t want to hang around outside for him.’

‘Are you sure Crillick won’t think to look for you there?’

‘No one knows that we are friends. I’ll be safe there for a few days at least, but I didn’t come here to speak of that. Last night, Lucien, you asked me a question.’

‘I did, and you said you weren’t ready to give me your answer.’

‘I wasn’t then. You surprised me and I had to put Nosizwe first, but I’m ready now. Will you ask me again?’

‘I will, I will do it now.’ He half-turned. ‘Let me find my coat.’

‘No, don’t. You are fine as you are. I like you like this,’ I said and dropped my eyes, not wanting to seem too forward. We stood face to face and he took my hands in his.

‘Zillah, the first time I saw you I was intrigued by you. When we spoke, I did not expect you to be so confident, so sure of yourself. I am a quiet man – you might say an overly serious one. For some time now I have been looking for someone to share my life with, but it wasn’t until we met that I could begin to believe I’d met my match.’

He waved a hand that took in not only the room where we stood but the shop beyond.

‘As I told you before, it may look as though my life has been an easy one, but having the patron that I had, the education he gave me and now this business, has separated me from my earliest experiences. I cannot deny that I have had privileges that many of my countrymen haven’t, but it has made me lonely. I need someone I can confide in, a wife I can trust.’