( E.dmund H.ewlett ; continued )
ย ย ย ย ย ๐๐๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐ง๐ง๐โ๐ฌ ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐. It was her eyes that held it the most and he looked onward with a frown pulling on his lips as she moved to the bed, sinking into the cot as if she hadn't had a chance to sit down in months.
ย ย ย ย ย His inquiry was a soft one, a touch above a whisper but not high enough to extinguish a candleโs flame. At first, he assumed maybe it was a consequence of Richard nagging her again that made her look so beaten down, but then he realized from her attire that it was another matter entirely. She wasnโt dressed in her fine gowns, a few skinny wisps of hair were loosened from her pinned-up hair, and her hands were redder than usual. Then, his accusatory thoughts pointed to another man.
ย ย ย ย ย โ Is it Simcoe? โ
ย ย ย ย ย He drew away from the loosened clothing chest and crossed the bedroom floor, allowing his body to sink into a spot next to her on the bed. He didnโt reach out to touch her even if he wanted nothing more than to cradle her face, push back the strands of hair, and really behold her. He feared that if he touched her, she would shatter like glass. โ Has heโฆ has he visited you? Simcoe? โ Edmund couldnโt dial back the way his voice quickened at the mere thought of it. He could imagine Simcoe standing in her doorway, ordering her to stay put and not return to Whitehall. To him. Edmund knew that John was capable of killing DeJong or anyone he wanted to get to corner what he desired most. With his men trying to control the town under Hewlettโs hold, the killing of DeJong would be nothing more than an accident. A man like him was destined to have enemies, he could hear his shrill voice in the night.
ย ย ย ย ย A relieved sigh left his lips at the fact DeJong was very much still alive. Not so much for his sake, but for Annaโs. Even if the tavern belonged to DeJong now, it was still a relief that Anna still had her position in his tavern with the tensions brewing in town upon the devil in greenโs return. It was until Edmund noticed she was looking at him that her inquiry reached him.
ย ย ย ย ย โ Iโm fine, thank you. โ His voice softened then and he got to his feet, extending a hand if she needed help to stand. โ Aberdeen should still be in the kitchen at this hour. She should be able to make a meal for you there. Please, Anna, you canโt go to bed on an empty stomach. โ
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( E.dmund H.ewlett ; closed starter )
ย ย ย ย ๐๐ก๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฏ๐๐ฅ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ฎ๐ค๐๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฏ๐๐ฅ๐๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐ฃ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฒ, but feeling of curiosity triumphed over any need or want for rest. It was John Andre who requested him to visit him personally after all and it was unlike Hewlett to deny his superiors. Especially if it was Andre, there had to be something important for his sudden appearance.
ย ย ย ย He was allowed in from the front door and wandered down the hallway until he came across two opened doors leading to his office. As he peeked inside, clasping his hands behind his back, he formed a polite smile on his face when his eyes landed on the Major.
ย ย ย ย โ Ah, Major Andre. Apologies that I couldnโt have arrived here sooner, the weather conditions in Setauket had postponed my trip by a day. โ He stepped inside the room, still maintaining his formal, upright stance of keeping his hands behind him to give him his full attention. โ If I may inquire without sounding insolent, what was the reasoning for my summoning? โ
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( E.dmund H.ewlett ; continued )
ย ย ย ย ย ๐๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ข๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐ก๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ, ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐๐งโ๐ญ ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐-๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง. He almost wrinkled his nose, but had the sense to stop himself before he could. His confidence was moving, and he could respect it to some degree, but Edmund knew to keep his mouth shut and his expression blank when it came to his own personal thoughts. They were not needed and surely wouldnโt serve him if he made them known.ย
ย ย ย ย ย He was at the top, that was true, but Edmund figured he was just as clever. Perhaps his motherโs teachings of humility were too harsh that they clouded his thoughts. But the way he looked him up and down and simply shrugs--as if to dismiss him--diminishes any morsel of empathy.
ย ย ย ย ย But his dismissive nature of Simcoe being the culprit finally invokes a reaction from him: in words and expression. His brows furrow and he squints his eyes before shaking his head, dismissive and confused in his own way. โ The Magistrate's son? How can you be certain that Mr. Woodhull had any role in recent events? โ At least, they could agree on their distaste for Simcoe, but wasnโt he the obvious culprit? Until Simcoe came around, even amidst the rising tension of war, Setauket had been peaceful. It seemed that with his entrance, the town had taken a toll for the worse.ย
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( E.dmund H.ewlett ; continued )
โI wish I wouldโve told you the truth soonerโฆโ But that was a lie; in fact, Patienceโs hope was that her own deceit would never be known. In her search for the truth, to pass information along for the Cause, the very last thought at the forefront of her mind was falling into her current position and marrying one of the Kingโs officers, her decision motivated just as much for intelligence as it was for keeping Edmund alive for the duration of the war and thereafrer. Victory or defeat, it didnโt matter. In victory, she would protect him, and in defeat, he would protect her, even if he was unaware he was doing so altogether.
When he refused to look her head on, Patience found her own focus shifting toward the floorboards, her eyes tracing the shapes of the swirls and knots in the wood, trying to ease the nausea, the guilt tightening in her throat, her gut.
It was the Lordโs will she had ever fled England and found her way back home to the colonies. In her mind, sheโd been living on borrowed time, and perhaps this was always fated to be for her all along; hanged as a traitor by the very man she hated she loved.
I wish you wouldโve told me sooner, too, Mrs. Wright.
โI wish I wouldโve told you the truth soonerโฆโ But that was a lie; in fact, Patienceโs hope was that her own deceit would never be known. In her search for the truth, to pass information along for the Cause, the very last thought at the forefront of her mind was falling into her current position and marrying one of the Kingโs officers, her decision motivated just as much for intelligence as it was for keeping Edmund alive for the duration of the war and thereafrer. Victory or defeat, it didnโt matter. In victory, she would protect him, and in defeat, he would protect her, even if he was unaware he was doing so altogether.
When he refused to look her head on, Patience found her own focus shifting toward the floorboards, her eyes tracing the shapes of the swirls and knots in the wood, trying to ease the nausea, the guilt tightening in her throat, her gut.
It was the Lordโs will she had ever fled England and found her way back home to the colonies. In her mind, sheโd been living on borrowed time, and perhaps this was always fated to be for her all along; hanged as a traitor by the very man she hated she loved.
I wish you wouldโve told me sooner, too, Mrs. Wright.
Her gaze flickered back to his. โMrs. Hewlett.โ She corrected softly, the absence of her new name causing her to feel hollow. โThat part was never a lie.โ
Her gaze flickered back to his. โMrs. Hewlett.โ She corrected softly, the absence of her new name causing her to feel hollow. โThat part was never a lie.โ
ย ย ย ย ๐๐๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ก๐ฎ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐๐ (๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ, ๐จ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐) ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ โ๐๐๐ฐ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ญโ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ. He found his gaze drawn to her lips--the same lips he kissed this morning--yet his grief kept him from walking across the room toward her. He had almost given his last name away once, but perhaps it was Godโs generosity to not allow it to finalize, but what was there to say for Patience? She still clung to his last name for whatever reason. Was this all Godโs test for him? He never pictured God to be so cruel in the trials and tribulations he gave his children.
ย ย ย ย โ Forgive me for harboring doubt, โ he finally replied with his voice tight, almost letting her first name slip from his lips but the dryness of his tongue kept him from doing so. So, marrying him was never a lie, so โ Why? โ Why marry me? Why betray me? Why do this to me? To us? Why bother? He had millions of questions and yet, he could only ask this. He had led himself down a path of disappointment and heartbreak already, so what more could be done to mend his heart? If this was going to be a constant pattern in his life, he wanted to find out why it had to be him.
ย ย ย ย He never once questioned Patienceโs loyalty to the King. He found interest in her religion, in her life before the war, of her departed husband, but what truly connected them was their shared passion for the arts. He wondered now if that mutual interest between them was genuine or if it was all to lure him in. He set the envelope in his hands to the side and cupped his hands behind his back.
ย ย ย โ If youโre planning on lying to me, be honest with me just this once: how long have you been a spy for Washington? โ How long has she been playing him for a fool?
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( Edmund Hewlett ; continued )
โDo you mean because you havenโt turned me in?โ Ben softly asked. โIโm sure there are plenty on your side whoโd love to see me hanged for treason.โ
It was funny, he thought, how a mere year ago, he wouldโve written Hewlett off as scum โ as a cold-hearted monster lacking principle, humanity, and a love of free will โ and yet now, the lines between both sides had been blurred, sharpened, and re-blurred far too many times for him to count. Anna was one of the first to try and make him realize this, but it wasnโt until Sarah that Ben fully understood her meaning.
Had their circumstances been any different โ had there been no war, no bloodshed, no stealing, lying, nor hatred โ Ben knew in his heart that he wouldโve liked Hewlett from the very beginning. He was a man of integrity, science, and the written word; someone who Ben wouldโve gladly studied with and debated varying topics. But because he wore red and Ben wore blue, there would always be a slight rift โ a grudging disdain and an argument just waiting to be unhatched. That was why, he supposed, he was so startled by the majorโs admission.
โAnna was right,โ Ben finally offered, keeping his gaze out on the horizon. โOneโs leanings donโt make them evil โ misguided, perhaps, but whoโs to say which side God truly favors? As much as Iโve referred to scripture over the years, and how He seems to favor the underdog, I cannot presume to put words in His mouth.โ
Ben certainly didnโt believe Hewlettโs king spoke for nor was appointed by God, but after meeting many normal people โ good people โ on the other side, he could no longer in good conscience claim that vanquishing them was His will.
Exhaling, Ben turned away from the sight and looked at Hewlett. โI know weโre working together in secret, but should I be captured and tried, I want you to know that your involvement will die with me. And, if at all possible, I would prefer that you preside over any such execution.โ
ย ย ย ย โ The Holy Writ says that instead of each person watching out for their own good, watch out for what is better for others. โย Ben Tallmadge was not a fool with his statement. The new Head of Intelligence could count on his hand with no second thought of every officer and superior who would prefer for Edmund to report this meeting with the Major than to encourage it. But Benโs neck wasnโt the only eligible participant for the noose. If Edmundโs own false intelligence was to be found out and proven and if this connection to Tallmadge was to be rooted out, he would face the same fate. Both of them were on the line but Edmund thought the desired outcome outweighed the danger they faced.
ย ย ย ย โ This isnโt just Loyalist and Patriot squabble anymore, this is far more than just us. โ This mission was for humanityโs sake or at least anyone connected to Simcoe and any who have the potential to be a victim to his warpath. It wasnโt just Edmundโs future that was going to be sealed, but countless others. The whole British Army could make do without a menace like Simcoe to bloody its name any longer.
ย ย ย ย When the name Anna leaves his lips, Edmundโs mood sours with the way his throat tightens and his heart swells with the small amount of hope left in it. He wanted to be done with Mrs. Strong entirely, forget all about his life in Setauket, and sell off Abeโs gift of Whitehall the first chance he got to make a new life somewhere else, but her name still struck at his weak points. It wasnโt fair and he hoped Ben would avoid the name, but perhaps Anna didnโt tell him everything about the Oyster Major. For his sake, he hoped.
ย ย ย ย He managed to keep a listening ear on Benโs next words despite Annaโs name circling around in his mind like a closed container of bees seeking an escape. Edmund still believed that the King was appointed by God but similar to Ben, he sobered to the idea that not all Patriots were evil. Yes, a side was chosen and stuck with, itโs oneโs own burden, but there were shades of gray and people still within that disagreed group.ย โ Iโve found that there are more cold-hearted and detached fiends in oneโs own faction that outweighs that seen in the enemy. โ
ย ย ย ย Benโs own distracted gaze didnโt offend him in the slightest. He noticed that in the beginning how his own eyes shifted glances here and there when it was all too apparent that he was making a deal with the enemy. The same man that housed all of Setauketโs people in Annaโs tavern, but was also the same man to offer peace and surrender to the prisoners inside Edmundโs garrison. When Ben finally looked at him, it intensified his next statement, and he was slow to reply again. Ben was not damning himself now, was he? Did he assume his end was near? If Ben was to go, Hewlett didnโt know how he would continue his service to the ring and he would never really understand Ben as much as he would like to. Could he? Even now?
ย ย ย ย โ As the Head of Intelligence, I can only sway opinions so much. If it was the case that you are found to be a spy and tried, I would do all I can to make your final days peaceful as much as I can allow. โ That would be quite the predicament. He could only direct things so much without suspicion and he doubted his word would hold much water with his damned reputation, given the Head of Intelligence almost out of pity. It was not the respected position it once was under the command of John Andre and it died with him in that Patriot camp. Would the ring die with Ben? Would his dealings with the ring die with him? Or would Abraham take his place?
ย ย ย ย Edmund found himself believing that Benโs death would only spur his interest in the Culper Spy Ring and seeing through to the end of their shared goal.
ย ย ย ย โ This secret dies with me, โ he parroted his words, his lips curving into a small, reassuring smile until it fell after a few moments. His eyes lifted from where they centered on Benโs shoes to look at him with a new thought in mind. โ For curiosity's sake, how do you think Washington would feel if he knew I was involved? Not me, specifically, but a redcoat, a loyalist. โ ย And Anna.
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ย ย ย ย ๐๐๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ง๐โ๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ซ๐๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ, his hand laid on his thigh. He was staring at her, but it wasnโt intentional. Fatigue swept over his eyes and if the woman he hired stayed quiet, he wouldโve shut his eyes and knocked off a few minutes of sleep. Lynn, thatโs what her name was. Lynn. She wasnโt some woman that blended in the crowd of usual faces. Her job might not be respectable, but Edmund still felt tied to his gentlemanly manners and wished to call her by a name than leave her unidentifiable in his mind. She had a name and deserved to be addressed by it, regardless of her profession.ย
ย ย ย ย As his heart slowed back to its regular rhythm and momentum, he realized the hollow emptiness in his chest didnโt dispel as he wanted it to. Itโs what made him come here and seek out her service, thinking this momentary pleasure would rid him of this turmoil even if he went astray from his religious beliefs. It was a foolish idea to think this would be the solution and he felt more guilty than before. He swore he could feel Godโs pointed glare from the heavens.
ย ย ย ย His eyes lowered for a moment, breathing in and out to quell his mind until her soft voice pulled him back to the current moment. Disappointed in her? He wished to laugh at the very idea of it.
ย ย ย ย โ No. Hardly. โ He shifted on the bed. His nervousness was mostly absent, but he still felt uncomfortable around this new presence. She saw the most personal part of him and while he was a simple face in a crowd of many, forgettable in her line of work, he still felt conscience over that fact. โ You satisfied me. โ A blush crept up on his cheeks as he wished to not directly point out the way his ardor was on her face. He smiled a little and quickly that smile erased into a thin line. โ Have you ever gotten your heart broken by someone? A loved one perhaps? โ
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