White Wolf Butler

Ch.9

A little while down the path Kassidy feels the coach slow.

"Vincent why are we slowing down", Kassidy leaned up to the window behind Vincent.

"It seems some travelers are having coach problems, shall I offer some assistance", Vincent spoke as he encouraged the horses through the mud.

"Go ahead, but give them only the Halsted excellence", Kassidy smiled.

"Yes my Lady, I wouldn't think of giving anything else", he leaned down into the window.

Vincent halted the horses, he slid from the seat, and grabbed some tree branches, he tucked them under the wheels to keep them from sinking. All with the travelers watching.

Kassidy glanced out the window, she saw a young boy with a cane, he wore clothing of a nobleman, he also was wearing an eyepatch. Beside him a man stood, he acted much like Vincent did, rigid much like a butler. He even had the style of one.

Vincent put his hand to his heart, and bowed, "hello I'm Vincent Blueblood, I represent the Halsted Estate, can we be of some assistance."

"We?", the man dressed as a butler questioned.

"Yes my Lady is in the coach", Vincent looked at the man.

"Vincent opened the door", Kassidy commanded.

Vincent walks to the door, and opens it, "yes my Lady, just please do not get into the mud, it is almost impossible to clean from your dress, and makes polishing your shoes impossible.

Kassidy climbed out onto the coach's step.

"Lady Kassidy Maria Isabella Halsted, the Queen's Marchiones (Marquees in the noble lineage).

"A Marchiones", the boy was surprised.

"This is Earl Ciel Phantomhive", the butler stated as he bowed to Kassidy.

"My name is Sebastian Michaelis, my Lord's head butler."

Vincent bowed to the boy, "may we humbly assist you."

"I don't know how this would be fixed, the tire is split from mud", the butler pointed, "and its getting late, my young Master should not be out for to much longer."

Vincent walked to the wheel, "My Lady, your stable hand may be able to prepare this, I'd be happy to bring him here tomorrow morning", Vincent looked to Kassidy.

"We do not want to be bother to you, my Lady", Sebastian spoke humbly, "would there be town nearby with a hotel?"

"The only nearby town, is miles back that way, it's actually where we coming from, but the hotel is not a place for nobility. "Vincent come here", she commanded.

"Yes my Lady", Vincent walked to her. They began to whisper.

Vincent turns to the travelers, "my Lady would be honored to have you stay at the Halsted Mansion, tomorrow I can bring our stable hand to prepare your coach, and send you on the way. The mud should be dry by tomorrow."

"We do not want to be a bother", the young Earl spoke.

"No its no bother, I have plenty of room in the mansion", Kassidy smiled, "Vincent we may want to hurry before it gets dark, and Chef Michael begins dinner."

As Vincent tied the Earl's horse to the coach, Sebastian carried Ciel to Kassidy's coach, Vincent looked up, "see my Lady your not the only one who gets carried", Vincent joked with Kassidy.

"Shut it Vincent", Kassidy glared at him.

"Yes my Lady as you wish", he bowed, "Mr. Michaelis, you can sit in the coach with your young master if you wish, or you can ride out here with me."

"I think I might should stay close with my young master", Sebastian smiled.

"Alright, please make yourselves comfortable, and sorry about the bumps", Vincent began to climb up to his seat, "it is a short ride."

The horses started, and the coach began to slowly go through the mud. Vincent encouraged the horses to keep pulling, "come on, let's go, good, good."

In the coach Sebastian sat quietly as Ciel talked.

"So then your a Marchiones for this region", Ciel questions.

"Yes her highness gave my father this land and when my father died I inherited it", she looked at the coach's floor.

"How did he die?", Ciel asked interested in the conversation.

"My father was also a scientist, he was on his way home from a convention were he introduced his latest findings. On the way home that night his coach was in a terrible accident, we have no idea where the coachman is, but I believe it was foul play."

"Where was your butler, the one guiding the horses, at the time?", Sebastian questioned.

"I was only nine when it happened, Vincent was taking care of me."

"Hmm, very interesting", Sebastian looked skeptical.