Epilogue
They could have married the following day by special license. But John insisted that they call the banns. He wanted Beatrice to be completely confident that she had made the right decision.
This was not to say that their betrothal was entirely proper. On four occasions, Beatrice sent for the headless driver, calls which John was all too happy to answer. The assistance she required on each of these occasions was of a personal nature.
And if they discovered a particular bit of foundation amongst the abbey’s ruins that, when Beatrice sat upon it, was the perfect height for certain activities, that could be their little secret.
They were married in the parish church on a Tuesday that dawned cold but clear. In fact, the day’s only flaw was the smug satisfaction of the bride’s father. Sir Laurence was delighted that one of his daughters had finally made a match worthy of the family name.
But even such an odious man’s joy could not mar the perfect happiness of the bride and groom, a happiness that grew with each passing year.
The End