Archive | March 2014

From the Creator

Ahhhh just a few thoughts and musings from the creator’s head tonight… In my ongoing and never ending research for this saga, I’ve run across two things of interest in the past few days. My first is a stumble into an excellent mini-series that I missed and am now in the process of catching up on with the assistance of Netflix! I am not trying to put in a plug for them or anything here, just mentioning it because it’s where I was able to find this series to watch it. It’s called ‘World Without End’ and is based on Ken Follett’s book of the same name. I have not read the book so can not give a yay or nay on whether it’s better than the book. And, having not read the book, I have no pre-conceived notions on it, so am enjoying the series without those usual comparisons that pop up when you watch something that you’ve already read! I would just say that, if you are a fan of medieval history… and if you are here, you probably are… find the series and watch it! I am still searching for some place to watch ‘Pillars of the Earth’.

The one other thing that caught my interest today was an article that just caused me to think about how it might in some way relate to my story idea. Nothing to do with medieval times, but more of time and the universe in general!
It has to do with parallel worlds and the theory of infinite worlds?

Ok, enough from me, please return to enjoying the story!

Eleanor’s journal entries 40

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Slowly Anne faded away. Judith and I were left standing outside the Castle grounds. The earlier dark winter storms had disappered and it was a serene image awash in spring sunlight and green grass that surrounded us. I looked at Judith. She appeared calm on the outside but I could feel her terror on the inside. Once again, I had dragged her into my vision of the past. I felt much guilt for that and tried to make amends. She hushed me and whispered, “Shhhh Eleanor, look around us…something is not right! I do not think we have left your visions behind us yet.” She stared out at the quiet, untouched lands around us and whispered something to herself about, “not being in Kansas anymore?”


I followed her view and saw the land as it had been once, so long ago. I closed my eyes and searched within myself for some understanding or meaning to this new puzzle. Something within spoke to me without words. I knew not whether it was my mind, my heart, my sould or some other unknown part of me that came to the surface, told me to tread cautiously and yet kept me calm. I knew that for Judith’s sake, I must not falter or sway. She was fearful, grasping my hand and holding her breath till I feared she might faint.

Trying to remain above my own fear took much of my energy. I grasped her hand tightly and brought her forward a step with me towards the castle. Her eyes were closed tightly, as though by closing her eyes thus, she could will herself back to where she should be. I could feel her entire being shaking well beyond just minor hand trembles. If I did not find a way of soothing her, I thought that I would have to deal with her falling faint to ground along with what ever other troubles I should have to endure. It took an enormous amount effort and concentration of my scattered thoughts to enter her mind, stem the dark fear and wrap her in some comfort of what little calm light I had to spare at the moment. I could only pray that it would work and she would be able to hold on to that light and deliver herself out of the darkness that threatened to take over her mind. I needed her thinking clearly and falling apart if we were to work our way through what ever had just happened to us.

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As we stood there on the outskirts of the Castle together, hands clutched tight and eyes still closed, I could feel her fighting her own battle to ease her attack of panic. Her trembling hands quieted, she took a deep breath and reached forward to hug me. She whispered to me, “Eleanor, I have no idea what exactly has happened, and I don’t think you do either…but, what ever, we are in it together and I think it will take both of us to figure it out and get us out of it!”

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I felt her growing stronger as we stood holding each other, “I fear Judith that you are quite right in your assumptions. I do not know what has happened… whether it be another vision that I’ve taken us to, another time slip has occurred and thrown us back to the past, or something else entirely which I have no understanding or knowledge of.” I held her close and went on, “All I know for this moment is that I am thankful to have you with me. I should not like to face this on my own again as I have done so often in the past.”

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I let go of her and began to scan the countryside for any clues as to the time we were now in. As I did so, I gave Judith reassurance and an added reminder, “We shall face this together, but I need for you to maintain your stable and rational mind. Do not give way to the fear of the unknown else I may find myself following in your path and then who knows where we should end up? Certainly not the Kansas of which you muttered earlier.”

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Judith smiled and gave a pained laugh at my attempts to find humor in this situation. She squeezed my hand and her eyes joined mine in searching the horizon. She commented, “I have to tell you that I really have no idea what we’re looking for. I guess it would help if I had seen this place as you have, over centuries of changes.”

I nodded my agreement and understanding, “Yes, I have seen this place in many different times. In each era, the landscape and the landmarks change even if ever so slightly.” I continued my search and added, “I am just trying to determine what time we might be in before we approach the Castle once more. I should like to be somewhat prepared before I enter there, for who we might encounter.”

Judith nodded, “Yes, that definitely makes some sense… better to be aware ahead of time of what viper pit we might be walking into.”

I had to laugh at that, “Yes, that would be a most appropriate description. In all of my previous experiences, I’ve found it most wise to take a few moments to survey my surroundings before taking any further steps. Although, in my experiences, I have always moved forward in time…never backwards other than in my visions or memories.”

Judith thought for a moment then spoke, “Well, then if it is a time slip, we have an advantage this time in having some knowledge of the past events and people. If it’s a vision or such, then it will just play out as it has before and you will see something you witnessed before but could not recall. So, the most serious concern for us is if it’s something completely different… and if that’s the case, we won’t know until we venture into it.”

I smiled softly at Judith, “You see, that is why I am thankful to have you with me. Your rational thoughts generally prevail over your fears and your common sense is much useful in keeping me grounded.”

For some longer moments I viewed our surroundings and the Castle. I had made a conclusion about our time, but was not quite happy about it. I sighed and turned back to Judith, “I fear that we have indeed stepped back to a place that would be considered a pit of vipers.”

Judith gave me a questioning look, “Well, get it over with and tell me just when we are, and how bad it could be.” She gave her own sigh of slight frustration.

“From the looks of the Castle with all of it’s towers intact, the entry gates well fortified the way they are…it is the way it was when I was here as a child, when the York Royalty resided here.” I let out a breath of frustration, “I am quite certain of the general time frame, but they resided here for quite some time on and off… some time more pleasant than others, so I can not, of course, be sure of which of those times we might be walking into.”

I expected Judith to be wary and concerned… her response was slightly different. She took a deep breath and surprised me with her comment, “Whew, Thank Heavens for that…”

I looked at her in some disbelief and dismay, “What ever do you mean? Do you have no idea what turbulence we could be approaching?”

She actually looked much relieved and then shared her reasonings, “I say Thank Heavens because I was remembering what Elizabeth mentioned to us about this Castle a much older and ancient Royal holding going back to Eleanor of Aquaitane and her sons. Let’s face it, it could have been far worse… we could have arrived here at the time of one of her sons, like say John? Personally, I prefer to take my chances with your Yorks than with some earlier rulers like John.” She sighed and shuddered in distaste.

I looked at her in some confusion at first then the understanding of what she had just presented hit me and I had to sudder along with her. “Yes, now that you mention it, there were far worse times to be placed in and I should not like to envision us having to survive in that court either.”

After some discussion of how best to make our entry, we began our walk towards the Castle gate. I was much distressed about having to arrive on foot. It would give us a very positive impression and we would be looked upon with some disapproval and disregard. I told Judith that we should stick by a story of having been thrown from our horses whilst out riding. I also advised her not to speak… let her distress take over, and hopefully the story would be believable.

We neared the gate and soon realized that no explanation should be needed. The gate was not guarded and the grounds appeared very eerily empty… truly not a good sign at any time. Upon entering, we looked around the entry yard and saw no one. Judith’s rational was sound as she commented that at least this way, no one saw us either. She stared at our surroundings in some awe. She tried to contain herself but did whisper to me, “This is amazing Eleanor, to see this not as a reconstruction, but as it really was.” She seemed fascinated by each small detail which I would never give a second glance or thought to such as the wash fountains on the walls.

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Suddenly, she grabbed my arm and pointed my sight towards the tower. We held our breath as we saw two small boys playing up on the tower walkway. She whispered to me again, this time her words shaky through her slightly tremored breath, “Look, look at those boys… are they the same ones… the ghost boys?”

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I was as shaken as she was. They were at a distance and I could not tell for sure. The only thing that I was sure of now was that if it were them, then I knew well the when that we arrived at. I shook my head, and tried to clear my thoughts before speaking back to her, “I can not be positive, it does look to be them. If it is them, then perhaps this is a vision that the boys are giving us of their last days… much as Anne gave us of hers.”

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There was a sound of ear splitting screams, then soul shattering wails and moans which came from Marie as she stared blindly around the room reached out towards us but grasped only air in her hands. The room shook with the vibrations of her cries. The mist returned full force and the room grew to an icy chill. She caught sight of the boys, her screams turned to choking gasps and she vanished. We could hear echoes of her voice fading and repeating No, non, not I, not ever…


At her leaving, we all were much shaken. Gerard stood near the fire place, leaned his head against it as if he could not hold himself upright. Elizabeth moved close to him, tried to sooth him but he pushed her hand away as if a touch from anyone would cause him greater pain.


That sight of him was the last I had before I was consumed by my thought, my connection to Anne. I remember staring at her intently, trying to make some connection with her. Judith was standing close by to me at the time, holding on to my arm, it seemed as if for Dear Life. I am quite certain that she regretted that act later, though she would not admit to it. As I was swept into Anne’s lost life and mind, so was Judith.

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What we experienced were scattered images and visions of Anne’s last day, those last moments when she lost her life. What we felt was not her physical pain, but her emotional terror, her rage at having been betrayed by everyone she knew and trusted, her all consuming grief and guilt for what would become of her daughter, and yet a silent conviction of her innocense never waivering even at the end. Though she had been betrayed, she would not call the same upon others. She vowed her loyalty and alliegance to Henry until the last,

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* ‘Good Christian people, I am come hither to die, for according to the law, and by the law I am judged to die, and therefore I will speak nothing against it. I am come hither to accuse no man, nor to speak anything of that, whereof I am accused and condemned to die, but I pray God save the king and send him long to reign over you, for a gentler nor a more merciful prince was there never: and to me he was ever a good, a gentle and sovereign lord. And if any person will meddle of my cause, I require them to judge the best. And thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me. O Lord have mercy on me, to God I commend my soul.’
After being blindfolded and kneeling at the block, she repeated several times: ‘To Jesus Christ I commend my soul; Lord Jesu receive my soul.’ *

What I heard beneath that, within her was a calm inner voice, “I am innocent of all such treason and witchery, Henry knows it well as does my God.” As her breath left her body, her one last thought was of her daughter.

I had never cared for Anne the few times I had been acquainted with her, but I had never believed her guilty of all such things she had been accused of towards her end. She had been well and truly played, manipulated by those men of power who held control of our world, including Henry. Now as I watched her wander and relive those last moments, I felt not anger over this, but a heartache in her for her child. It became clear to me that she was searching for the young Elizabeth. She had no knowledge of what greatness her child would grow to achieve. Her only thought was that she had left her daughter to be tainted by the accusations against her, left her alone in that viper pit of snakes who would use her and dispose of her.

When I tried to reach her with my thoughts, to reassure that Elizabeth would outshine them all, she shunned my thoughts, went about her wanderings and her thoughts kept going back to Elizabeth. I did not understand any of it though. In her tortured mind, she repeated a phrase of “Not this end for us… and an image she conjoured of a pale young red haired teen giving birth in the tower and the baby being whisked away in the dark of night. She kept trying to follow the child out of the Castle but her spirit was bound to this place. She found her consolation in the two orphan boys. When her mind went to them, it was filled with grief, but guilt as well… she knew she should send them on their way, but her heartache would not let her part with them.
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Author’s note: This account of Anne Boleyn’s speech at her execution was made by the Tudor chronicler Edward Hall.
The execution took place on 19 May 1536 at 8 o’clock in the morning. It was the first public execution of an English queen.

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It was with great unease that I agreed on that day to assist Gerard in his research. I did set my mind to it though, and made a vow to myself to see this mystery solved, no matter how daunting or fearful it might become! Someone or something had caused our world to change and I was as determined in my own way as Gerard was in his, to find out the cause?

For the immediate time, we had to make some rather quick decisions on how to go forth on this project. The group of us sat down together and tried to develop some sort of plan. John’s greatest concern was ensuring our safety? As we were not quite sure what all we were facing, he thought it wisest to stay in groups, not venture anywhere on our own. He also wanted Gerard to give us some detail on which parts of the Castle were deemed to be the most affected? Was there some way of guaging that? Gerard stated that he had some highly sensitive equipment that would measure the energy fluctuations and such in various parts of the Castle.

During this discussion, Judith and Elizabeth, perhaps suffering from their own nervousness, looked at each other and laughed as they sang some sort of odd little song about ghost busters? At one point we had to stop our quite serious meeting because their song had distracted the men. Soon all of them were laughing and singing this strange song together? I was obviously the only person who was informed on this seemingly hilarious song and it’s apparent meaning to our current situation? Needless to say, I was not amused! I just sat and stared at them in some puzzlement and frustration until they finally stopped what I construed as their untimely and improper humor. Perhaps it was because I have always had a more serious nature, or most probably that I did not understand the song or their humor in it. It certainly was not a good feeling to be the only one to seem not to be a part of this? It brought back memories of always feeling somewhat like an outsider looking in at others, never feeling like I quite belonged anywhere?

My self defense for this feeling was one of putting up my walls of propriety and proper behavior. John stopped laughing and reached out to me, sensing my distress. He kindly explained that the song was from a movie of the current times about a group of people who hunted ghosts. He sighed and stroked my hand when I still expressed some annoyance. “Eleanor, it is probably good to find some humor in the gravest of situations? It tends to cut the fear enough for one to deal with it easier?”

I nodded my head in agreement, but was more upset with myself than them? I silently wondered if I should ever fit in anywhere? It was not a comfortable feeling to have! All of the group seemed to understand and tried to reassure me that in time, I would fit in fine and find my own unique place within this new world. I was not at all sure if I agreed with them. In fact, there were times when I wondered whether I wanted to fit in this world? Those were thoughts and doubts which I must set aside for a later time though. For now, I must stay focused on the perilous matter before us right now!

We all returned our attention to the seriousness that we were facing. Gerard told us that some of the strongest energies and affects were coming from the Great recieiving hall where we had earlier witnessed those glowing medallions? Besides that room, the side yards were full of disturbances, as well as the tower rooms above the chapel, and of course the deeper dungeons? John suggested that for the time being, we should avoid those areas as much as possible. That was easily agreed upon, no one really wanted to venture to those places anyway!


My main concern was as I had suggested much earlier… With so many who had held this place as one of great distress or pain, how could we begin to know who might still be wandering here? I brought up the two small boys that had been seen… this was a difficult task and as I looked around the room, I was aware that the others were thinking the same possibility? Bradley and Richard were sitting close together looking very pained and it appered they were trying to hold each other steady in their thoughts. I knew it had to be approached and I chose my words carefully, “It is my thought that we might probably know who those boys are? I would assume from what Gerard has explained, that they are lost and unsure of what they should do?” Everyone silently nodded as I went on, “They may be lost, but they most likely know something that has mystified all for ages? Perhaps that is why they are still here? Perhaps, as well as being lost, they feel a need to tell us something?”


I saw a very grieving look wash over Gerard and knew that he was thinking of his sister, Marie and her involvement of the past event. Surprising myself, I made attempt to ease his troubled thoughts, “As John so oft reminds me, we should not judge any until we know the facts of what has happened? All we know right now is that Marie was responsible for taking the two of you out of the Castle. That does not mean that she was responsible for any harm that came to the other two boys?” I could see that my attempt seemed to have little affect on Gerard’s pain. There was little else I could do for now, only hope that he did not let it affect him too much?


I had another question that was bothering me, “So, that would explain the boys, and I do not think they are any true cause for such enormous energy affects? My question is, Who is the woman with them? Could she be connected to them, or could she be just another lost soul who has chosen to befriend them and look out for them?” I looked at Gerard for an answer, “Is that sort of thing possible? Would a ghostly spirit feel the same compassion in that in between world that one might feel in our realm? Or would they only be concerned or focused on their own errant thoughts to guide them?”

Gerard was pulled from his pain to think about this and reply, “I am quite sure that it is entirely possible for them to feel that which they might have in their life? And, if they have spent such amounts of time together wandering the Castle, they may have formed some type of bond?” He went on, “From the sound of it, they seem to be together much of the time and have posed no threat, other than startling those who encounter them? It would appear on the surface that they are not intent on harm or threat to anyone but more in search of something or someone?”

Elizabeth stepped in with her own thoughts at this time, “I think that we need to research the histories of those who spent time here, those who died here, and those who may have suffered here? That would give us some idea of who may still be lingering here and maybe their reasons?” We agreed with her theory and she added, “You know, this Castle goes much farther back than the time that you are currently concerned about… I think that some of it’s troubles may go much further and deeper into the past than you all realize?”

Gerard looked at her with concern and asked, “I know it is ancient but, how far back does the trouble lie? I was not aware of any real problems much prior to when the Yorks chose to reside here.”

Elizabeth rubbed her head as though it was starting to ache, “The Yorks chose to reside here because it was a long held and disputed Royal holding. From the ancient texts I have been able to decipher so far, it goes back as far as before Eleanor of Aquitane and Henry II. It has been the site of various disputes from the Danes, the Scots, and the Normans as well as the English?”

She pursed her lips and then frowned, “I think this Castle is haunted by more than just ghosts?” We gave her a puzzled look and she explained, “As I said it has been the site of many disputes, both political and personal? Many of those disputes ended with harsh vows, threats of revenge and curses upon others in vicious life long grudges and hatred? Many of those curses came at a time when, even though people did not appear to have any powers, they had them much closer to the surface than people of now?” She looked around to see if we were comprehending what she was saying. It was dawning on us what she was getting to?

She continued, “Everyone, even the most untrained, and the non-believers, understand the basics of how words can have more power than physical actions? It is a common knowledge to be careful of what you cast out in curses for it will return to haunt you?” Her meanings were becoming quite clear to us, “Those threats and vows were thrown out by those who might have been powerful and not even realized it at the time? Of course, too there were those who knew and kept it to themselves… those who knew just how powerful their words might be? This Castle is full of those words as well as by these spirits!”

As if this was not bad enough to think of, she was not finished… “The other concern is of where this Castle is located? There are references to it being built here for the exact reasons of it being a sacred place of powerful energies?” Elizabeth ran her fingers through her hair, tipped back her head and groaned in a frustrated sigh, “A lot of the text is of course written in the ancient languages of the time and I can’t make out all of it? But, what little I can translate keeps referring to some ancient lost civilizations using this area as a base or port?”

We looked over at Gerard and John, who seemed to be having their own intense private conversation about this? Elizabeth eyed Gerard suspiciously and asked, “What are you not telling us? I can tell you’re trying to avoid something!”

Gerard gave his own groan of frustration, “I am not trying to hide anything! I just was not aware that place had that connection?” He rubbed his forehead in agitation, “It seems you are one step, or many… ahead of me now in this research!” His agitation most likely came from the fact that he did not like to admit that some of Elizabeth’s thinking far surpassed his? “Many researchers and scholars have long held the belief that many areas of the British Isles hold mysterious energy patterns and powers along with much ancient secrets going further back than anyone truly knows how to date? If what you are saying proves true, then this place is being affected by far more than we realize?”

Elizabeth still seemed unsatisfied and suspicious of John and Gerard. As was I by now… their looks at each other were ones of caution and they appeared to be in some sort of agreement of keeping something back? Elizabeth glared at Gerard, “I am pretty sure there is something else you’re hiding…and I am also fairly sure that I am probably not going to like it? Which is why you’re refusing to talk about it right now!”

Gerard and John both groaned in unison along with Bradley and Richard… I glowered at all of them, “All of you know something of importance which you deem unfitting for the rest of us as mere women to know? That could bode badly for you all in the future!”

John finally spoke up in his formal commander’s voice as I termed it, “The part which we know of, we can not speak of right now… it has to do with the High Council. This is a matter that we must approach with them first?”

Elizabeth’s answer was just as firm as she calmly and quite politely responded, “Well, that is fine… Perhaps you could inform the council that we may refuse to be of any further assistance until such a time as we are allowed to know exactly what else is going on?” She motioned for Judith and I to follow her as she went to leave the room. On her way out, she smiled sweetly and added, “When you have reached a decision, you can find us in my apartment?”

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We left and chose to walk back through the Great receiving hall, even though we had all decided that it should be avoided. In our haste to leave the men, we had forgotten about that decision? When we entered the hall, we were taken by surprise to find that ghostly woman standing there by herself now in front of the thrones? She appeared to be lost in her own thoughts, her own world and not aware of us… All that I could do was gasp in some awe and terror! I knew who this woman was! I had seen her at the court of Henry VIII! It was all I could do to restrain myself from any noise or action? I did not want to see her and I did not want to see the visions that flashed through my mind either!
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Our initial gasps had brought the men following us into the room and they stood there as silently stunned as we women were. Not wanting to startle her, we just stood there for a few moments watching her.

My thoughts were scrambled between fear and some sort of understanding of what she was feeling? I had been at the court of Henry VIII during his worst times of disposing of unwanted wives… it was during that time when Marie had been one of his mistresses, pinning her not rational hopes on bearing him a son? Even she, who had such high ambitions for herself, did not have intent to be a wife of his? As she had put it once, she rather liked her head attached to her body and her alive status… no, for her it would have been more than enough to have born a son where his wives could not? Marie had seen that his previous mistress on bearing him a son, had fared rather well and kept herself alive… that was enough for Marie to reach for! Unfortunately, Marie had produced yet another girl and it was then that she decided to cut her losses and head us back to France as quickly as she could?

As I looked upon this woman now, I thought that Marie had most likely taken the wisest path at the time, knowing what his wife, Anne had given up for her ambitions and those of her family?

Quite as suddenly as she had appeared in an earthly form, she faded into more ghostly image and was joined by the boys and another woman? This woman looked wild, unkept, and in much distress and panic? If I knew her in the past, she was unrecognizable now in this form. I heard harsh gasps however, from Gerard and the other men? I felt fear but could not decipher quite who it came from, the men or the woman blindly reaching out towards them and me? I looked upon her once more though it was painful and saw a faint glimmer of a past person there… I heaved my own wretching gasp of fear at this sight of Marie! It seemed that even the other spirits were in some fear of her and gave her wide berth? The boys acted much agitated and Anne appeared to be attempting to calm them?


From the creator!

Ahhhhhh, the Creator is presently struggling with a slight bout of writer’s block? Well, not so much writer’s block as stumbling blocks of too much story, too many thoughts and ideas… A common problem for me! I have a tendancy to get side tracked and go off in too many different directions at once? One of the downfalls of Attention Deficit Disorder! I am in one of those places right now and needed to take a step back, review and edit!

Much of the story has already been told… in my head at least! The problem is trying to get it written down and presented in some orderly, organized fashion. I am finding it easier to work with this blog format than I originally expected? My aim and hope is for it to play out as a sort of never ending series with the ongoing offshoots and seperate storylines that come up… haaaaaa, mainly because I can never actually finish a story and if given that directive, I usually end up scrapping the whole thing!

I have stuck with this story far longer than any others that I’ve started so that is a plus! I have become quite attached to these characters and want to see how it all turns out for them. I put it this way because, while Elizabeth and Gerard have a well detailed story already mapped out for them (it just needs to be written out here!) the future of Eleanor and John remains to be fully seen?

Ok, enough my ramblings on the story stumbles of late… Just because I am stepping back for a bit does not mean that I am not hard at work on it! I’ve taken some time for research… OK, Yes, I have had my nose stuck in various works of history and fiction and labeled my reading as research!

My current foray into the past has been a combination of Elizabeth Chadwick’s historical medieval novels and then more in depth research into some of the historical figures she presents me with in her stories? I am always in search of characters that might tie into my storylines somehow. I find that often, I read about someone who unexpectedly fits in where I presumed there would be no connection? I was quite surprised when I found my most recent inspiration and connection in Elizabeth’s stories of William Marshal! Thank You, Elizabeth Chadwick!

In the past few weeks as I’ve been putting Eleanor’s story down, I’ve also been trying to play connect the dots behinds the scenes… It’s a slow process that sometimes reminds me of the theory, Six degrees of seperation! At other times, it’s like untangling threads of a spider web!

So, for those of you who may be confused about what is going on in Eleanor’s world of time travelers, please be patient? They may all be trapped and misplaced in time but they are all connected in some way!

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When they finally made their way into the castle, they seemed much agitated and on edge? They kept looking around as though searching to see others beside us in the entry way… Judith mentioned that they thought they had seen others out in the courtyard? Richard and Bradley were quite pale and silent, looking as if they were trying hard to maintain some noble, knightly, manly control? As Judith tried to explain, they nervously made attempts to interrupt her and make excuses for what ever it was they might have thought they saw? They made their attempts but continued to look around the room.

Judith refused to be ignored, “There were others out there! A woman and two small boys? They appeared in a mist or fog out there after the storm had already cleared!” I do give Judith credit, for as much shaken as she was, she did try to remain calm and not give into panic. “They were standing out there together and when we called out to them, they disappeared into the fog? The whole courtyard was filled with a dense fog and we could barely see anything then… we thought maybe they had come into the castle?”

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Elizabeth had listened intently to Judith’s story then interrupted, “A woman in a long red dress with dark hair, and two small boys- one light, one dark haired?” Judith nodded and Elizabeth went on, “They are the same ones that I saw before and Gerard told me I was imagining things!” She looked at Gerard and slapped his arm, “You see! I am not crazy!”

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Gerard rubbed his arm and winced, “First of all, I never accused you of being crazy! In fact, I told you that the Castle was most likely filled with ghosts of it’s past and you should not panic in crazy fear over them?”


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He grew quite serious then and spoke to us, “This Castle is full of spiritual energies…Those three are but a few of them, I am quite sure of that! The problem lies in how much negative energy and power the spirits may be carrying with them?” He paused for a moment then continued,
“We do not know who any of them are, why they are here or what they might be searching for or trying to tell us?”

All of us looked at him somewhat confused… I looked around and it relieved me to notice that I was not the only one who did not quite understand all of what he was trying to tell us? I knew little of ghosts or spirits other than what my church bade me to know… that they were unholy demons and apparitions of the devil? I had never put too much stock in the over zealous preachings of my day but it left me with that ever constant fear of the unknown!

Gerard saw our looks and tried to explain in a way we might comprehend. “Spirits who remain earthbound, who do not make their way forward to where they should, they remain for some reasons known only to them? Sometimes, they remain for such a simple reason as searching for something or someone that they thought important to know, to share, to bid farewell to before leaving? Some of them have something of value whether a material thing, or a thought, or information that only they know… that they feel they need to pass to someone. It is like they have not finished what they needed to do and will not leave until the matter is settled?” He shook his head in some troubled thought, “Those are the easy ones to help? Reach out to them, help them in this task and they will gladly go forward… Others easy to assist are ones who are simply lost? There are ones who may have died so suddenly that they truly aren’t sure where they are… they are caught in some sort of limbo and need to be reassured and pointed in the right direction? The most difficult ones are those who remain because they choose it. They are ones who seek revenge for some past greviance of their life or their death.”

Gerard closed his eyes for a moment, paused and waited for this information to sink in with us, “Those last are the ones with the most powerful and negative energy? Sometimes they may have spent an eternity holding their grudges at mortal life, building more negative energy all the while. These are generally the ones that haunt and cause the most chaos to where ever they remain? Sometimes too, a spirit chooses to stay because they refuse to accept what may await them when they go on? They may have done unspeakable acts in their life time which they will be accountable for when they go on… So, rather than face their judgements as they should, they simply refuse to go on?”

Gerard’s reasonings made some sense but did not really put us at any more ease with the situation in this place? I stood there thinking for a time then commented, “So, now you have explained the basis for spirits… how we might help some of them that may be here… But, I know some of the history of this place as you do, Gerard, and I dare say it is most likely filled with the sort who have good reason to hold resentment and grudge at the circumstances of their deaths?” I hugged myself closely, sighed and went on, “Who knows how many souls may be wandering these halls seeking their retribution and their revenge?” My last thought and question to him was, “What has all of this to do with us now, here in the present? Could all of this negative energy, as you call it, have some affects on the Valley and the Time Slips?”

Everyone, including Gerard looked at me in some surprise? Gerard smiled and commented, “I always knew you had a keen mind, Eleanor! You have just hit upon the exact theory I have been researching!”

I gave everyone a look of some reprove, “What, you all had not thought of this? And, What? You are surprised that I, a medieval Lady of lesser training and knowledge should be able to discern this?” I made a sound of unladylike disgust, “I may not have been trained in such weighty book learning, but I have experienced more than any of you on just my wits and survived to be here! So, while I may not put forth all of such intelligence as the rest of you, I do question everything in my mind and make my own efforts to sort it out!”

They all looked a bit guilty for their thoughts but did not deny that they had them of me? I was much annoyed but did not let it bother me too much as I could well understand their reasons.

I turned my attentions back to Gerard, “I would hear more of this reasearch? John has told me that you are in need of my assistance on it and that I may have some abilities that might aid in it?” I was still not completely sure of Gerard, given our past, but for the present time I was willing to try to work with him and set my personal feelings aside?

Gerard gave a sigh of what might look as relief that I was ageeable? “John has told me of your abilities to see events of the past, and to share them as they are happening? As you know the events of this place, I thought that you might be able to see some of those events and those whose spirits might remain here?” He cautiously continued, “I understand that your skills are not well trained and that it might be difficult for you? I aplogize for that, as I do not mean to put you under even more duress than you already are. I would not have asked for your assistance if I thought there were any other options?”

He looked at me thoughtfully, “Eleanor, I know well your feelings about me, and I completely understand your hesitance and reluctance to deal with me on any level. I take full responsibility and you have every right to feel as you do?” He looked downwards at his hands as he spoke again, “I can only apologize for my previous actions and hope that at some point in the future you can forgive me. For now, we can settle upon the fact that we work together for the sake and well being of others?”

I closed my eyes for a moment to summon my inner calm. I reached my hand out his and touched it lightly, feeling a warmth I would not have expected or thought possible in him. “Yes, for now, we can set those past greviences aside…” I quietly added, “I suppose we have only to look around this place to see what holding to past greviences and grudges can lead to?”

Eleanor’s journal entries 36

While we were experiencing this strangeness inside, the outside had become enveloped in darkness. The storm cloud had disspipated temporarily leaving in their wake, a frigid icy blanket over the valley. Richard, Bradley and Judith had arrived during the worst of the storms and were standing out there when the clouds suddenly lifted . It left shuddrering with cold, and they easily admitted, some fear!


Bradley and Richard had much trepidation about entering the Castle… neither had been back upon the ground since that time in their childhood when they had disappeared. Now, they both felt haunted by that past and would not have tempted this if not for the fact that John was there and in need of them! Judith knew little of the place other than stories others had told her but said that the moment she neared the grounds she felt great unease and was not sure she wanted to venture any further!