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The Horse of Another Color
By Eric
(With a lot of help from SteveZ)
The city of New York was enraptured. The glorious, miraculous word had spread
like a house on fire. The American frigate Constitution had beaten - nay,
crushed the British Frigate Guevere! The haughty British were humbled now,
indeed. Impress our seamen, and interfere with our commerce, will they! It was
the first ship-to-ship defeat for the British navy of equal force in over twenty
years.
The British subjects in the city were glum, as they were being taunted on all
sides.
The war started by Mr. Madison was taking a turn for the better as that cowardly
General Hull had given up Detroit without firing a shot! And to think that his
nephew was the captain of America's greatest ship!
A young woman danced with excitement as she hailed a passing horse drawn
carriage. The driver jumped down, and politely opened the door for her.
"Where to, Miss?"
"To the Constitution!" she cried.
"The one in Philadelphia?" he asked, joking.
"No, you jester, the one at dock in our harbor," laughed the young woman. Her
blue eyes sparkled with excitement. "My husband, Tom, is the second lieutenant
of her. I am meeting him to tell him how proud I am of him!"
"The whole country is proud of him... and his shipmates!" aaid the driver.
Abigail beamed proudly. She noted that the gray mare trotted through the crowded
city at a good pace, and finally relaxed. She flushed, hoping her husband had
kept his word and bespoken them a room at the Harbor Inn so they might have some
private time together. She had not seen him in two months, and missed him
dreadfully.
Soon Abigail could see the masts of her husband's great ship towering above the
skyline. The mighty Constitution was like a wolf among the chickens compared
with the small, squat merchantmen about her.
Abigail clutched her gloved hands tightly together, almost forgetting to
breathe. Her husband was there, waiting! He was so handsome and so brave. She
was proud to be his wife!
The driver didn't need to help her down for her husband dashed over and
performed the office himself. The driver smiled and said, "You be having a good
evening, Ma'am."
The world changed. Suddenly Abigail found herself on the hard wooden seat of the
carriage, looking at herself kissing her husband. Her husband tossed her a large
silver coin with the prodigality of seamen the world over.
"Keep the change!"
Abigail found herself unable to speak, and watched the happy couple kiss once
more, and then head toward the inn where she'd hoped to get close to her
husband; the woman - herself - clung tightly to the tall, handsome hero.
As if driven by a ghost, Abigail found herself shaking the reins, and the horse
trotted into motion. Suddenly, the horse changed before her eyes; instead of
gray, the mare was now cold black, and the cab changed its appearance slightly,
also.
It was a nightmare! Abigail had been captured by a nightmare!
In the form of the middle-aged man, Abigail stabled the horse and secured the
carriage without thought. She - now he - climbed the rickety stairs to his new
home, brokenhearted at the thought of losing her body, her life, and her beloved
husband to such evil. What was he going to do? Was he doomed to this miserable
existence forever?
Abigail found a tattered journal on a table inside, and read it in front of the
flickering fire. She had not been the first victim - not by a long shot. The
creature who had stolen her body had once been an alderman, one Jacob Van
Gliesen! The swine!
Abigail started sobbing. This vile impostor was now lying happily in Tom's arms,
while she was trapped in this ugly old body, living a nightmare! He cried
himself to sleep.
He arose early the next morning, and with the growing morning light, took stock
of his body. He was now a barrel chested, potbelly laden middle-aged man with an
ugly face and heavy whiskers, and once again, he cried. Once she had been young
and beautiful! Once.
He had a breakfast of cold meat and ale, and sat down to read. To escape, he
would need to steal someone else's life. It was a surety that the false Abigail
would not step into any more carriages. Abigail also read with astonishment that
with every switch, the horse would change color, along with the cab of the
carriage changing its appearance.
Her new male eyes opened with wonder when he read some of the tales of the
victims of this nightmare.
One had been General Benedict Arnold. He hadn't committed treason, after all. It
was a whore who took his form who had sold herself and almost West Point to the
British! Arnold had held on stubbornly for a month before being forced to
change. He became a Spanish Sea Captain, who in turn had become the mistress of
General Clinton! Abigail's head spun.
* * * * *
The new moon was hard upon Abigail. He knew he had to change - whom would he
trap in this dreadful form, and dreadful life? And was it perhaps Old Nick
himself who had plunged so many into this nightmarish hell?
A tall man hailed him from the office of Naval headquarters. He recognized him.
He was Captain Bainbridge. He got into the cab.
"Take me to the Constitution, she's my new command!" he said proudly.
Abigail grinned with a sardonic smile. The fare and the ride would be far
enough, by God. SHE would be Tom's Captain. It was an ironic world, full of
madness.
"Yes, Captain."
Abigail asked him questions, which he ignored, on the drive. When they arrived
before the proud ship, ready for other victories, Bainbridge climbed down.
Abigail hardened her heart, and said what he must.
"You be havin' a good day, sir."
Suddenly, she found herself in Bainbridge's proud form, and was handing the ugly
carriage driver, whose face was now white under his unshaven jowls, a gold coin.
Abigail, now Bainbridge, walked toward the great ship, now his new command, and
was proud. The Constitution was the greatest frigate in the world. Abigail
suddenly knew how to sail her, how to command, and what armament the mighty ship
carried.
The new Bainbridge had already decided not to tell Tom. No good - only harm
could come of it. But he certainly would cut the new Abigail cold, if he chanced
to meet her.
The tall Captain looked back from the quarterdeck of his new command after being
piped aboard, and saw a carriage with a chestnut mare driving away. The horse
had changed color yet again.
His new officers diffidently introduced themselves to him. They'd better look
sharp, as he would have no idlers or slackers in his own proud part of the US
Navy.
Tom waited nervously. Captain Bainbridge would be a much harder taskmaster than
his past skipper, the genial Hull, and he could not afford to be on half pay -
not with Abigail in the family way.
* * * * *
As the former Captain Bainbridge was stabling the mare, he could have swore it
gave him a nasty laugh.
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