Troianne (Book 1 of A Time Travel Society Novel Series)

Chapter 26 - When You're With Strangers

Copyright CLG March 2013

Chapter 26

When You're With Strangers

Watching Monsieur Garvey leave the room as ordered certainly gave Troianne a sigh of relief. She was tired and angry at having to deal with him and was glad for the reprieve. Now looking at Lord Batwestfeld she was kind of in awe at the way he sought respect from Garvey.

Tell me Lord Batwestfeld, "what is it that you are going to do with my daughter and I, now that you have us?"

"Miss Shelden, believe me when I say, you nor your child will come to any harm by me or anyone else for that matter. When I found out about the birth of your child it was somewhat of a revelation to me and the knowledge I found had to be shared with the Followers. No one had ever heard of a child traveling through time, much less in her mothers womb. I for one have been very interested to find out how this could have happened. I questioned the fact; could she be a follower like many in my group or was she just along for the ride, so to speak? Now that I know she is more than just a time traveler or even a follower. I have become intrigued.

"And just how did you find out about my child?"

"I have my ways, and right now that is of no consequence?

"Who are you really Lord Batwestfeld? Are you a filthy Follower, only interested in picking through our temporal lobe and manipulating our electrons for your own purposes or are you someone else?

"I assure you Miss Shelden I am not a Follower nor can I PICK through your brain."

"Then please explain to me why the Followers want Diana so bad and what is your interest in all this?

"Actually, Miss Shelden, I am here to protect you and your daughter from the Followers."

"What? I don't understand. You seem to be the head honcho around here as far as I can see. Garvey listened to you when you told him to leave. He seems like a man who would listen to no one."

"The Followers are a motley crew and they need leadership. Without me they would run a muck and feed off others weaknesses. I however, keep them in line and use them to gain information. As they use me to survive."

Diana was starting to get restless in her mothers arms. Troianne tried to calm her, but guessed that she was hungry again.

"Lord Batwestfeld, may I ask a favor? Could I possibly have a few moments alone to feed my child?"

"But of course, how rude of me, please come, I will take you to a room where you will be more comfortable."

He led her out of the great hall and down a well lit hallway, opening two large black lacquer doors, into a living area, that was beyond beautiful. The color scheme once again, done in reds and blacks.

How odd? She thought, if she didn't know better she would swear she was in a vampires lair.

"Oh now your just being silly," she said to herself. "The man does have a penchant for black and red I must say." Hmm, he doesn't seem all that blood thirsty, she thought.

He led her to a room off of the living area, it was a bedroom, same color scheme. Hairs standing on the back of her neck, she watched as he moved to light a lamp at the side of a bed covered in red satin,

"Please Miss Shelden make yourself at home. I shall return shortly to check on you."

Trepidation climbed up her spine.

"Lord Batwestfeld you are very kind. May I ask you again, what is the plan you have for us?"

"Plan? There is no plan Miss Shelden, my motive is purely to observe the child with you, no harm will come to either of you, I promise."