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|Castle In The Clouds, concluding chapters (standard:drama, 3521 words) [21/21] show all parts|
|Author: Brian Cross||Added: Jan 13 2011||Views/Reads: 1040/719||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The final two chapters and epilogue of my drama, Castle In The Clouds|
Chapter Forty Three Veronica Day narrowed her eyes, watched Gibbings panting and saw him lower his hands to his knees. ‘Once more you hurry to my aid, I thank you. How am I going to manage without you?' Gibbings fixed her with his brooding stare. ‘You will manage well enough.' Veronica inclined her head and watched Rothman disappear around the volcanic mound that formed the castle's base. ‘However you need not have bothered, I could have fought him off.' Gibbings looked derisively. ‘From what I saw that looked bloody unlikely.' ‘There is no need to swear.' Veronica brushed her windswept hair from her eyes and gazed back to him. ‘I was complacent, that is all.' Gibbings bit his lip, but it failed to stem his irritation. ‘You are the most ignorant, arrogant woman I have ever met. The island will be well rid of you.' Veronica placed her hands on hips. ‘Is that what you truly think? Is that your heart speaking now, John Gibbings? Well at least there is some fire in your belly.' ‘Go back to your concert halls Veronica, to your privileged existence and then this island can return to peace again.' Gibbings swung away angrily but she caught his arm and pulled him round to face her. ‘You speak of ignorance and arrogance, but is that not what you display now, that you presume these things to be uppermost in my desires? You cast aside my feelings for you, my willingness to help you provide for your daughter, whose interests you hold so close.' She raised her voice above the wind that buffeted them both. ‘Answer me John; is that not what you accuse me of?' ‘That's enough, Veronica; this island has been besieged by madness, by violence, since your arrival here.' ‘Oh, has it, indeed?' Veronica let go of his arm. It was her turn to let out a dismissive laugh. ‘Are you trying so hard to find cause to refute your feelings for me?' He was heading for the cottage but she kept pace, her voice relentless in his ear. ‘Was it my fault I was shipwrecked? Was it my fault that Dorothea and Llewellyn shared an inherent madness? That this madness coincided with his obsession for me, an obsession I didn't realise until too late – or that Mr. Rothman would return pursuing his own lust?' Veronica fought back her rising emotions. ‘I want to spend my life with the man who saved it – is that ignorance – is that arrogance, answer me!' She reached across, grabbed Gibbings shirt and shook him – answer me, damn you, is it?' ‘I cannot leave this island Veronica, can't you see?' Gibbings' voice became hoarse. ‘There is nothing for me on the mainland...' ‘In effect John, you have lost your livelihood here – what else is there?' ‘Perhaps nothing, but I cannot face the mainland, I have been too long separated from it. I stay.' Veronica shivered and hugged her waist. ‘Are you going to shut the door on me John, or allow me inside? I cannot bear to go back to the castle at the moment – not with that wretched man there – I shall wait until he has left.' Gibbings turned, his hand gripping the knob. ‘And yet only recently you were so reluctant to leave it that you sent that “wretched man” to deliver your farewell message.' Click here to read the rest of this story (370 more lines)
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