I stood in the square getting the measure of things and taking my time. Noticing a couple heading into the assembly I lifting my hood and joined them with my head down. It was a simple move and one I'm glad worked because I got past the guards. Turning back slightly I smirked and removed my cloak. Mr Penvenan caught my arrival and smiled.
"Mistress Poldark, how delightful!" I curtsied to him
"Mister Penvenan, I forgot you'd be here." I chime
"May I introduce my niece, Caroline. Mistress Abigail Poldark of Nampara and Mr Unwin Terevanance." I curtsied to them both.
"Are you here for the election ma'am?" Caroline inquired
"Sadly not, the assizes bring me here." I answered
"Ah yes. Unwin, were you not telling me there was a Poldark to be tried this week?" Caroline questioned the younger man.
"My husband. Miss." I added and her attention turned back to me
"And is he guilty? What did he do?" she questioned avidly intrigued. Mr Trevaunance cleared his throat not liking our conversation "Well if I were the judge, I would sentence him to be returned to his wife without delay." she kindly continued
"Your too kind, though Ross might think that would be the worse of the two." Caroline laughed, a real amused laugh.
"I rather think your right. Men do like to think we are behold to them when it is quite the other way around." she smiled. There was a commotion outside.
"That must be the crowd, clamouring for me. Will you join me outside?" Unwind asked Caroline
"Why not? I enjoy a baying mob." she sassed and left with him.
"Is there anything I can help you with Madam." Mr Penvenean inquired
"No, I couldn't trouble you with my problems, it wouldn't be fair." I shake my head
"No, please tell me how I can be of service." he insisted
"well, now that you mention it, it is bold of me to ask but I was hoping that you would help...influence the case of my husband." I ask apprehensively
"Influence? I don not have that sort of influence ma'am. And it would prejudice your husband's case, not help it." he replied
"What if it was put the right way..." he interrupted me
"If it was put in anyway, ma'am. I would't dream to pursue a judge. Believe me, I sympathise you you milady. And I do hope that the court look kindly on your husband . But the surest way of attaining the opposite would be to try and influence the judge." he offered
"I see. Forgive me, sir. I'm a little despaired." i went to leave but a idea struck me "Is he a kindly face. In appearance , I mean.?"
"Justice Lister? Somewhat severe." he answered and I glanced around
"Short and stout?" I wondered
"Tall and lean." I saw a possible man
"One for his port?"
"Resolutely sober." Then I saw someone who matched the description. I gave a kind smile and made my way over . I was just about to address him when he was knocked into and in turn knocked into me.
"Oh, lord." I jumped and he turned around
"My apologies. Are you hurt?" he asked me
"Only my dignity, maybe my pride." I answer with a small smile in gesture
"May I help you to a chair. And a glass of port?" he inquired
"No, thank you. i don't touch the stuff." I reply. He seemed to approve as he helped me to a chair.
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From Cornwall with Love
FanfictionWhen Ross Poldark came back into Abigails live, he turned everything around. Her life changed and she came out as a grown woman who was now a wife and mother. She has experienced love and loss, she has become a warrior for her family. But she faces...
