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YOUNG BESS - PART 8
By Jane Howard
Although this is not the final chapter, Young Bess is drawing near to its
conclusion. Since so much time has elapsed since Part Seven was posted, it
would be a wise thing to do to reprise what has come before.
Young James, scion of an ancient and noble British family has been charged
by his uncle, Sir Isaac Newton, with the duty to discover what has become
of his beloved sister Sheila, found suddenly missing. Through witchcraft,
James is transformed into the lovely Bess.
He is hired as a servant in the household of his brother-in-law Mr.
Montfort in order to spy on several suspicious guests. As Bess, he
discovers that Lord Philip Wharton and his minions are planning to
overthrow King George and restore the Stuart Dynasty to the throne of
Britain.
Bess captures the romantic interest of a reluctant co-conspirator, the
handsome, but dissolute James Villiers. To finance their adventure, the
traitors plan to hold Sheila for ransom. The evil Mr. Beasely confesses to
having ruined the plot by accidentally killing Sheila.
Wharton then discovers that Bess is actually Sheila's "sister" and attempts
to use her in his scheme instead. Bess is taken to a brothel in the north
of England and hidden there until the ransom is paid. When Philip's newest
scheme fails, he decides to avenge himself by destroying Bess. Will James
Villiers' love for Bess prove strong enough to save her?
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any form without the author's express consent.
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This section is taken from the diary of James Villiers.
'What can I say about the emotions I felt when I saw Bess carried back into
Maidenhead House in Philip's arms? It is almost too painful for me to
recollect- I must pause-
'I have paused enough. I will begin again.
'But before I explain the ocean of feeling that overwhelmed me and what
happened afterwards, let me first make a record of what I was thinking as I
lagged behind Philip, choosing to remain instead in the cobbled street
outside Mrs. Pierson's bawdy house.
'And what I was thinking was that even dressed in those ill-fitting clothes
of a pauper boy, Bess was preternaturally lovely. Even with all the blood
drained from her face, so that she looked almost like a spirit recently
departed from this earth, an angel, there was a beauty present that I had
never seen in her before. Bereft of her boundless optimism, her sense of
mischief and the fire of her defiance toward any brand of authority, all
that was left for me to see was her utter and constant loveliness.
'In retrospect I realize why I saw her so differently that fateful night.
For it comes to me that it was her complex and conflicted mind that brought
so many surprising changes to her face in the first place. I had observed
those changes and their effects very clearly in the few days that I had
known her. For I had stored her image in a series of mental pictures that I
had collected in the depths of my memory. From those I evoked the many
faces of Bess.
'At times, she was exquisitely shy, and that made her appear to be the most
chaste of maidens. At other times she was all perversity and contrariness
and that made her appear to be the most challenging of coquettes. Passion,
made her infinitely desirable. Anger made her passionate. But now, all I
saw was the shell of her. And I mean that in the best possible sense of the
word "shell."
'Like a statue by the classic Greek sculptors, she became art, and I became
the admirer of the artist's skill in rendering mere clay into a poignant
representation of the human female at the peak of her desirability.
'The very best part of it was that I was free to study her as much as I
liked. She could hardly disapprove. She was senseless in her despair and
unaware that I was even present to witness the lowest point in her short
life. Thus situated, I was able to contemplate her astounding charms just
as I would any creature, whether normally domesticated, or wild and free,
in a state of captivity which I confess attracted my admiration to the
point of obsession.
'There was yet another advantage beyond the visual. Having fainted, Bess
could not speak. Therefore she could neither voice her usual complaints nor
make incessant demands upon me as she hitherto had been inclined to do. I
could love a quiet Bess much better than the highly vocal one I had known
before this.
'Yes! That I could love her was the conclusion to which I had come. But I
knew that my love for her would increase in direct proportion to her own
reticence. A man loves a woman who speaks little, so that he may have full
opportunity to speak as much as he pleases. I had always felt that the
world was made for men, that women served men, and in my own experience,
until I met Bess, that had always been the way that it was.
'It made my heart sore to understand at last that the terrible adversity
which was about to ruin her was the cause of these exquisite revelations of
mine. I had discovered that Bess was beautiful, and that I loved her
dearly. But both revelations came at such a cost to her person! Dear girl!
My heart swelled with yearning for her. But was it because she suffered so
deeply? And if that was true, then what kind of man did these feelings make
me? No true gentleman, I am sure!
'For the first time in my life I began to question my values. I turned
those values over like the coins in my purse, and sadly I found many
counterfeits among them. I began to loathe myself. And among the things
that I hated most about myself was that all of her best qualities, her
honesty, her spontaneity, her cleverness, her grit... these, in all candor, I
had found at times to be off-putting. These traits of hers which should
have inspired my greatest respect had incited me instead to suppress my
feelings for her and to close myself against her.
'I confess that until now, I had conducted myself with little pity for her
in my collaborations with Philip's mad scheme to blackmail her father and
in so doing to bring about her ruin! Could it be that something as shallow
as beauty, beauty being an advantage that any blockhead could see in a
woman, was the catalyst that made me love her, and in consequence to begin
to question my mindless loyalty to Philip? For now I had solid doubts about
him.
'Yes, I loved her without reservation in her present state, merely because
she was so beautiful, and so vulnerable and so utterly feminine, so utterly
the defining image of perfect womanhood. Could a man of twenty-seven, a man
who had been raised with all the advantages of social standing, breeding,
culture, education, travel, and wealth that I enjoyed, learn to be less of
an ass than I had been? Could I reform myself in time to win this treasure
of a girl, this pearl of great price? I would see.
'Tormented by what I was thinking and feeling, at last I followed Philip
and his precious burden into Maiden Head House. Behind me were the
Hollinshed twins, laughing and talking quite animatedly to each other about
the debauch that lay ahead.
'Mrs. Pierson had prepared her best suite in anticipation of Philip's
arrival. It was to this suite that Philip took the swooning Bess.
'We three, myself and the twins, waited outside the door while a bevy of
servants busied themselves within, preparing Bess for the impending
ravishment of her person under Philip's supervision.
'Philip instructed Mrs. Pierson to give her a draught of a potion commonly
used in that kind of sordid environment in order to induce a maiden to
become more amenable to the unspeakable acts for which Bess was being
prepared.
'Because it would take some time to set the scene, so to speak, the maids
arranged chairs for us against the wall in the hall outside the suite.
Philip being such a perfectionist in arranging every detail of his
entertainments, the Hollinsheds and I sat in anticipation of a wait that we
expected to be longer rather than shorter.
'I looked idly around, and was about to ask for a glass of port, and
perhaps something to read in order to quell the disturbing thoughts running
around in my head, when I noticed that a line of men of all types, among
them jurists and common laborers, parsons and bakers, were all parading up
the stairs to the highest floor in the house. The one where Bess had until
but a short time ago been held prisoner.
'From the top of the landing, I could hear the voice of that industrious
little servant Ginny directing the bizarre assortment of patrons to a
specific chamber.
'"Here's an extraordinary opportunity for you gentlemen! This way,
gentlemen! Right in here!" she said in a most strident voice, as if she was
shilling for a fishmonger on market day.
'I became curious.
'"Where are all those men going?" I asked one of the maids who was busy
balancing a tray of glasses filled with sherry on the palm of her hand as
she passed near me.
'"Oh, as for that, young Bess' ravishment isn't the only deflowerin' on
tonight's bill of fare, m'lord! We keep a busy house here, m'lord!"
'"I see," I replied, somewhat hesitantly, because honestly, I didn't quite
see her meaning.
'Assessing me with her eyes, and mistaking my manner entirely, the maid
added, "But don't think that you're missin' out on anything better than
what you got waitin' for yer in there, m'lord. That crowd goin' up the
stairs has got a different taste from yers, I'd think."
'"In what way?" I asked, completely puzzled by her declaration.
'"In the Greek way, m'lord. If yer get my meanin!" With a broad smile and a
wink, she turned and pointed to her posteriors with her free hand.
'Buggery! Apparently, some poor person was to be soundly buggered in the
apartment over our heads.
'"I pity her!" I exclaimed, feeling some compassion for the poor nameless
wench lying above us.
'"Not a 'her' good sir! No, not a bit! A HIM is who it is!"
'"Good Lord!" I exclaimed.
'The maid, having completed her answer to my question, disappeared with her
tray into one of the other rooms that lined the corridor.
'Unbeknownst to me, the Hollinshed twins had been following the serving
girl's explanation with great interest. Undoubtedly, they understood her
meaning much more quickly than I did. Upon hearing her state the gender of
the person who was to receive the attentions of those mounting the stairs,
they both rose, asked me to extend their apologies to Philip for missing
his event, and went to join the cavalcade of pilgrims, nearly tripping
each other in their haste.
'"I say! Have a care, will you!" complained one Hollinshed twin to the
other stopping to rub his ankle vigorously before continuing on.
'"I do beg your pardon," apologized the other. And off they went, not to be
seen again until later that evening.
'No sooner had they disappeared into the processional mob of wanton
buggerers than another man arrived to replace them. He seemed harried and
vexed, and he looked vaguely familiar.
'Dressed all in black, save for his collar, which was white and nearly
clean, wearing boots quite worn at the heels, of a physique one might
characterize as portly, but with a pleasant enough face, he came directly
up to me.
'"Beg pardon. I fear that I've arrived later than I expected. The young
woman who stands as receptionist in the entrance hall to greet the guests
arriving, directed me here. I'm seeking the Wharton party?"
'"Due to some defections, I am all of it that there is at present, I'm
afraid," I responded. "James Villiers." I added, offering him my hand. He
shook it with great vigor.
'"Samuel Richardson," said he.
'"Ah!" I exclaimed in recognition of Philip's much vaunted biographer. In
fact, I had seen him at one or two of Philip's parties, which explained why
I thought I might know him when he first made his appearance. I invited him
to sit beside me, curious as to what brought him to Maiden Head House.
Surely, it could not be that he was here to record the rape! That would be
too much, even for Philip!
'"I'm here at Lord Wharton's request to write a narrative of the ravishment
of young Bess," said Richardson, pulling a number of blank sheets of
writing paper from the inside of his coat.
'Good God! Was the man able to read my mind? I asked him if he found his
charge, which was to describe the deflowering of an innocent virgin by
force, in any way distasteful.
'"Why, no Mr. Villiers, nothing further from it!" he exclaimed in surprise.
Then, seeing a look of amazement on my face, he proceeded to elaborate on
his answer.
'"I'm a writer, you know, and we are quite capable of taking on any
assignment for the sake of our art. Art being utterly transcendent of
morality and common decency, you see."
'"A remarkable gift, to be so modern in your outlook, I'm sure," I
commented, but I think I sounded rather dubious in answering him that way.
I certainly hope that I did.
'"Provided we are paid proper wages for our work, of course," he added.
"But I truly believe that this story will be one for the ages."
'"Perhaps. We shall see," I replied flatly, attempting to conceal my
abhorrence for a future in which mankind would be subject to any indignity
at the hands of those who thought themselves as modern as he did.
'Indeed, much as I would have liked to express my contempt at Mr.
Richardson's admiration for a world that would return us all to the state
of barbarism from which our branch of humankind had only recently emerged,
I thought it wiser to remain silent.
'For at this point I was already determined in my mind that the despoiling
of Bess was one story that Richardson would never get to write, and I was
already formulating a plan to effect her escape when the door to the suite
suddenly opened and Philip emerged.
'"Come!" he commanded, beckoning us with his hand.
'We entered. Oh, what can I say of that terrible scene! Even as I write
this memoir, my heart is breaking at the thought of it!
'My darling Bess was laid out in a faint upon a bed bedecked with four high
posts at the corners. The posts in turn supported a canopy colored in a
deep shade of rose that exactly matched the color of the drapes which were
tied back against the posts. The coverlet upon which she repined in her
senseless state was splashed with the same deep rose color.
'Her clothing had been changed. She was no longer in the clothes of the
fugitive boy I had seen her in outside. Now she was arraigned in a silk
gown of palest blue, which complimented the radiant cascade of her blond
hair, which fell like a golden river around her pale white shoulders and
bountiful bosom.
'The dress was perfectly sized to her body, almost as if it had been
tailored only for her, which, of course, I knew to be impossible. But it
showed her generous bust and impossibly narrow waist to so great an
advantage that I marveled at how so suitable a dress could have been
obtained for her on such short notice.
'Peeking out from beneath the gown were her tiny feet covered in matching
pale blue slippers. Earrings made of well cut, high quality diamonds
bedecked her ears, as well as a necklace of diamonds that had clearly been
worked by the same gem setter who had cut the earrings.
'Again I marveled at how exquisite she looked. She was a beautiful
princess, fallen asleep through the interception of some powerful, wicked
spell.
'"I see you admiring her gown and her accessories. She is lovely in them,
isn't she, John?" asked Philip.
'Speechless, I could only nod my assent.
'"It was her sister's wedding dress. The jewels were a wedding present
given to that same sister by Lord Montfort." Philip said to me. "Now, I'm
sure you're asking yourself how all of this good fortune has struck at just
the perfect moment."
'Again, I nodded.
'"Then I shall tell you. When we began to prepare her, she roused herself
from her state of coma and all at once became very demanding, and critical
of our tastes. This will come to you as no surprise I'm sure, as she has
always behaved so, and in this matter she was no different. With all the
strength she had remaining, she proceeded to tear the clothes we'd already
chosen for her into pieces and to throw the remnants at me. She told me
that she would wear none of those rags. That if she was to be raped and
ravaged then she had higher requirements for her attire than I could
imagine. And that I had better meet them or she would endeavor once again
to throw herself from the window and in so doing create a scandal that even
I could not survive, powerful as I might be!"
'In relating the story, Philip began to snicker at the reminiscence,
despite himself. "She is quite a princess, you see!" he pronounced,
speaking aloud the same thought that had been formed in my head only
moments before.
'"Indeed she is," I said, in full agreement, but for different reasons.
'Philip spoke on. "Fortunately for me, the late unlamented Mr. Beasely was
a thief. Mr. Beasely stole many things from the Montford estate during our
brief visit there. The man was roundly unprincipled-a complete disgrace.
But there is a silver lining in every cloud, as you can see. Among the
jewelry and silver and other objects he purloined, there were several
dresses belonging to Lady Montfort. This was one of them."
'"But how did you....?" I began to ask.
'"His trunk was atop our coach. I had only to send word to my liveryman
outside and before any time had passed at all, Bess had a selection of
gowns and jewels from which to choose. While thus preoccupied, she
temporarily refrained from expressing her incessant complaints. The silence
was a great relief to my nerves!"
'Since Philip, by implication, appeared to be so readily familiar with what
Beasley's trunk contained, I rather suspected that he was not completely
innocent in the matter of that rogue's thievery. But it hardly mattered
under the circumstances. My eyes returned to the bed where Philip's
beautiful victim lay utterly helpless, fully arrayed in glorious splendor.
'Oh, my poor Bess! Seeing her thus displayed, I could contain myself no
longer. I threw all inhibition to the wind and exposed my true feelings by
rushing to her bedside and falling to my knees. I raised both of her limp
ivory hands to my lips. Murmuring her name along with a host of endearments
I fervently kissed her delicate fingers.
'Looking up from my tender task, I spied Richardson hard at work. He had
found a writing desk and quills aplenty and was already scribbling
furiously upon the foolscap he had carried into the suite.
'"I say, Philip!" I complained. "Must that peeping Tom author of yours be
present for all this? Can't you dismiss him for the time being and relate
these horrible events to him afterwards?" My thought in saying this was, of
course, to clear the room, all the better to effect the rescue of my
darling Bess!
'"Impossible, dear boy," replied Philip with a dismissive wave of his hand.
"We cannot afford to miss recording even a single detail of so delicious an
event as this!"
'He was a monster! How I hated him at that moment!
'"In any event, it is time you should know," Philip continued, "that your
darling girl made one more demand after addressing those concerning her
costuming!"
'A look of malicious joy transformed Philip's face into that of a devil. I
could see that he was positively bursting to tell me what the conditions
were. But out of perversity he forbore.
'I refused to play his game. I would not ask what additional demand had
been made. Silence reigned. We were in stalemate.
'At last Richardson, unable to contain himself, broke the silence by
asking, "For the record M'lord, if you please M'lord, what was the young
lady's request, M'lord?" Although Richardson asked his question mildly
enough, I noted that a feral hunger glinted from his eyes.
'Unable to contain himself any longer, Philip announced the additional
conditions. "Why, it is her demand that she must first be married to the
man who is to ruin her, else he cannot touch her!"
'"How clever!" cried Richardson. "This is the very sort of innovation that
our readers crave most! Have you agreed to this condition?"
'"I have," Philip replied. "Provided that I can find a suitable spouse for
her in such a short span of time. The choices have narrowed down to one as
it happens."
'"Not yourself, certainly," exclaimed Richardson incredulously.
'"That would be quite impossible, since I am already engaged to be married
to another whose station in society is better matched to my own," explained
Philip. Somewhat grudgingly he added, "Besides, I know that both of you
will find this hard to believe, but this Bess has made it quite clear that
she does not want me."
'With hope in his voice, Richardson first reassured himself that his wig
was in place and then asked, "Surely it is not I?"
'"Don't be absurd!" replied Philip.
'Since I was the only male left in the room, it must be me. I was to be the
groom and Philip confirmed my conclusion immediately. "You will do it,
won't you, John?" He asked me in a soft voice which held only the slightest
trace of menace.
'I had no choice but to agree. To tell the truth, I did not want any other
choice but to agree. I nodded my assent.
'"That's my good John!" crowed Philip, clapping his hands in delight. And I
swear that I felt the senseless Bess squeeze my hand with her delicate
fingers just at that moment.
'Rushing to the door, Philip called for a minister. I heard one of the
maids outside respond that there was a minister in the main room who was
kept on call for just such an emergency and she would fetch him at once. As
an afterthought, Philip called after the scurrying girl that he would also
need a small bouquet of flowers.
'Within but a little time, a man of the cloth was in the suite with us.
From his garb I would guess him to be a preacher of no particular
denomination. In fact, he was shabby in appearance and smelled of wine.
Save for his severe black tricorner hat and the badly worn bible he held in
his hand, there was little at all in his comportment to suggest that he had
chosen the religious life.
'Sizing us up with his jaded eyes, he went immediately to Philip as the
person in charge and bowed obsequiously. "I am Reverend Potts," he said by
way of introduction. "How may I best serve m'lord's spiritual needs
tonight?"
'"You will marry that gentleman to that girl," commanded Philip, indicating
Bess and me with his outstretched finger.
'Potts smiled. But the smile on his slit of a mouth was more of a sneer.
"And have the banns been posted as is required in this shire, m'lord?"
Potts asked.
'Philip was impatient to get on with it. "I don't give a fig for your
banns! You may stuff your banns! I'm hiring you to do your duty! And what
is your duty? Why it is to join those two innocents in holy matrimony
before they commit the great sin of fornication! Isn't that your calling,
reverend? To save us from our sins?"
'Potts removed his hat and bowed again. "That is true, m'lord..."
'"How much for your services, then?" Philip asked.
'"It would usually be four shillings, m'lord. But without the banns, it
will be six shillings, if it please you," replied Potts.
'"I shall even make it six guineas, if you will just get to it!" said
Philip.
'"Agreed, m'lord," answered Potts. "But, begging your pardon, we will need
the signatures of two witnesses." At that, he produced a very greasy piece
of parchment, which he explained was the certificate of marriage, which,
when completed and signed by the witnesses, he would file with the church
registry at no additional charge.
'"Bloody hell!" swore Philip, thoroughly frustrated. "You obstruct me,
sir!"
'But just then, as if they were actors in a stage play awaiting their cue,
Peter and Arthur Holllinshed burst into the room supporting a much-
bedraggled Louis between them.
'"Oh, ho! Our luck holds! Here are your two witnesses now, Pastor Pain-in-
my rump!" cried a relieved Philip. Then, upon seeing the condition of Louis
he asked what in God's name had happened to him.
'"Why, you are positively an oracle Philip!" cried Arthur Hollinshed with
admiration. "For that is exactly what ails Mr. Louis. A pain in the rump!"
'"How so?" asked Philip in amazement.
'"Why, he has been buggered into a state of coma!" explained Peter
Hollinshed.
'Mr. Louis groaned, and broke wind with all his might.
'"Please excuse Mr. Louis his clap farts, Philip. They are a consequence of
his tribulations," said Arthur.
'"Dear me!" exclaimed Mr. Richardson, writing furiously.
'"If Louis is to be in the room with us, and I suppose he must, then you
will open the drapes, pull up the sashes and hang his lower half over the
sill, else we'll all be quite overcome," commanded Philip. "Besides, it
would be unseemly to have a man trumpeting gas from his colon during the
exchange of the vows!"
'Once the Hollished twins had done as they were bidden, closing the window
upon Mr. Louis' spine to secure him from falling out into the street,
Philip felt that sufficient order had been restored to continue with the
ceremony.
'One of the maids propped Bess up on the pillows and I sat next to her,
holding her hand. In her other hand she clutched a small bouquet of white
roses, nearly fresh, save for a bit of brown bordering the edges of some of
the petals. The roses had been snatched, I believe, from the funeral parlor
across the alley from Mrs. Pierson's house of ill repute.
'Reverend Potts gave a nice service, all things considered. When it came
Bess's turn to acknowledge that she would love, honor and obey me in
sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do us part, she
nodded her head ever so faintly. Faint it might have been, but definitive
enough that there was no doubt she heard him and was willing enough to
agree to share my life with me.
'In the way of even more assurance, I saw her full lips widen into the most
delicate of smiles and from her dimpled cheeks emerged a healthy pink color
that I took as a sure sign of her happiness at our shared marital state.
Oh, just then I felt myself to be the luckiest of men, despite the
distraction of the rattling of the windowpanes caused by the explosions
that from time to time blew from Louis' nether end.
'On his way out of the suite, Pastor Potts suggested that I might now kiss
the bride if I liked. I needed no further encouragement.
'What can I say of those lips but that they were as soft as two pink clouds
and what can I say of her breath but that it was as sweet as the flowers in
Spring? Oh, my dearest, darling Bess! I had never been happier than at that
moment!
'At the sound of shuffling feet, I reluctantly drew my face away from hers
to witness Philip, Richardson, and the Hollinshed twins coming nearer to
the bed. Louis was still draped over the sill complaining that he was being
treated no better than a mattress hung out for an airing.
'"We've had the marriage," pronounced Philip. "Now, let us proceed with the
rape!"'
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