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"Now don't be alarmed, Dearie," encouraged Mary, noticing the fear and trepidation returning to the face of her traveling companion. "It's huge, but you'll only be taking care of certain portions of it."
"It's not that," the girl responded, "It just seems so.....so frightening."
"Nonsense. You're just imagining things. Now mind yourself and you'll be all right."
The carriage came to a stop in front of the massive wooden doors of the castle. The old crone and her protege stepped down, the girl clutching tightly the small bag containing all her worldly possessions and now more apprehensive than ever.
Old Mary grabbed Adrienne's arm and half encouraging, half coercing, led the girl up the short cobblestone walkway.
The girl jumped slightly as the huge metal knocker's thunder resounded throughout the castle and grounds.
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"Stand up straight now and wipe that worried look off your face," scolded Mary.
Slowly the door swung open from which a head emerged --- the head of a hideously ugly man whose face matched the drawn and withered right side of his body. Spittle ran from his misshapen mouth His eyes flicked first to the old woman who was in front and then to the girl who didn't quite manage to stifle a short scream as she jumped in fright.
Mary stepped forward.
"Tell the Baron I have brought the girl."
The face disappeared.
"Don't be frightened," said the crone, pulling the girl closer, "that's only Lars the Baron's manservant. He's a little slow if you know what I mean and fate has not been kind to his body, but he's harmless."
The repulsive figure reappeared and led them down a long corridor filled with portraits and tapestries bearing the Vagnor coat-of-arms, a serpent-dragon with claws bared. They emerged into a magnificently furnished drawing room where he motioned them to wait.
"Do you really think they will like me?" the girl asked, again seeking reassurance.
"Oh, they will like you all right," Mary replied with an inward smile.
At that they turned as the door swung open and the three Vagnors entered the room.
The Baron's stature was lean, yet stately, born of a lifelong self confidence that few possessed. His hair, like that of his wife and son, was raven black, complimenting an angular face which betrayed, by its expression, the fact that the Baron was a man accustomed to wealth and power.....and getting what he wanted.
The Baroness was an exquisitely beautiful woman --- her full length gown cut low in front to reveal the cleavage of voluptuous breasts accentuating her slender waist and curvaceous hips. She moved with the boy to the other side of Adrienne, her eyes playing up and down the young body.