The Immigrant

Chapter 33| September 12 1799- September 14 1799

"Ezio, the carriage leaves is ten minutes!" Burr's voice yelled from outside my door.
My eyes shot open as I groaned sitting up in my bed. Have I overslept again? I couldn't blame myself, spending sleepless nights working, it was hard to find time to sleep. I got dressed in my dark purple uniform as Theodoisa helped me with the collar and chest cloth. I grabbed my bag of belongings as I walked down the stairs. While combing my hair back I was met with a unamused Burr waiting at the door.
"Any longer and I would of have to send the carriage off without you." Burr growled.
"Keep your hat on will you, I'm here." I retorted with a smile.
Burr rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms.
"Safe travels, I'll be seeing you in a couple days." Burr said opening the door to the carriage door.
"Thank you sir." I gave him a quick nod getting into the carriage.
The driver whistled to the horse as the cart lurched forward departing from the house. I looked back to see Burr staring at the ground before walking inside. I sighed as I let my head rest against the back of the seat. I looked outside at the passing houses. The early morning sun beat down on the residence of the poor and sick as it showed no mercy, picking off more and more lives as the fever spread throughout the city.
The carriage soon made it out of the city as it rolled down the country road.
Traveling further south cotton fields dotted the area as the cotton blew around as it almost looked like snow.
As time passed I adverted my gaze to my writings as through some ideas I had for upcoming conventions. It was mostly about the slave trade and the huge national debut we have since the war.
The sun seemed to cross over the sky in minutes because when I looked up again the sun was already setting behind the trees. The light flickering between the trees as we rode onward. From periods of sleep and writing another whole day passed.
The full moon peered over the trees as we approached Mount Vernon. With the Potomac River down the hillside, Washington's estate peered through the trees, candlelight flickered from each window. The carriage rattled to the front entrance of the house.
I swung my bag over my shoulders as I hopped out of the carriage.
"Thank you sir." I thanked the driver as he just simply nodded.
The sound of the whistle from the driver sounded behind me as I turned to the Washingtons estate. I took a shaky breath as I walked up to the front doors as I knocked stepping back. There was a moment of silence before a African American women poked her head out the door as she looked up at me.
"It's late and this land is not for sale." She said flatly.
I looked down at her with a puzzling stare.
"Uh..no, I'm not interesting in any land here."I paused.
" My name is Ezio Auditore, I have come from New York from a invitation from George Washington." I said holding out Washingtons letter to me.
The women huffed as she looked cooly at me.
"Very well, come in, your letting all the bugs in." She huffed stepping aside so I could pass.
"Thank you madam." I nodded as she just grumbled to herself and walked into another room.
I looked around at the front hall. How extravagant it looked, but something about it had this comforting farming feeling to it. The sound of footsteps brought my attention to this women walking down the stairs, a friendly smile was plastered on her face.
"You must be Ezio Auditore." She said.
"Madam." I bowed as she approached.
"Your arrival was latter than we were expecting." She chuckled.
"My apologies." I said with a frown.
The women laughed as she looked up at me with kind eyes.
"No worries Mr.Auditore my husband-" She was cut off by a low voice behind her.
"Ezio Auditore." George Washington smiled as he walked over to his wife.
"Mr.Washington sir." I said with a deep bow.
"Have you met my wife Martha, she's quite a charmer." Washington laughed rapping his arms across her shoulders and giving a kiss on her cheek.
Martha laughed as she walked away face flustered murmuring fluttery stuff as she walked into another room.
"I'm glad you could make it." Washington turned his gaze to me.
"Thank you sir for the invitation." I replied with a shimmering smile.
"It gets kinda lonely here without the City mess to worry about." He chuckled.
He walked towards a door as he opened it. I followed him inside as we made our way into a massive library. I gasped as I looked at the towering books, maps and charts that were organized neatly around the room. Washington laughed as he looked at my amazed look.
"Pretty impressive isn't it?" He smiled admiring his collections of books.
"How did you find the time to read all these books?" I murmured.
"That's the problem, its hard too...most of these books were gifts from other nations." Washington sighed.
Washington walked over to a burning fireplace. The flames danced in the hearth casting shadows around the study.
"Would you like anything to drink?" Washington asked as he lifted a pitcher of wine.
"Thank you, but I'm fine." I said looking longingly at the wine.
Washington sighed shaking his head.
"Relax have a drink with me, free of charge." Washington smile.
"Alright." I admitted as he pored me a glass before poring one for him as we sat down across from each other next to the fire.
Washington took a sip before he began to speak.
"I know I have told you this time and time again but I can't stop stressing it, you are a brilliant and astonishing man Ezio." Washington said.
"Thank you sir." I smiled up at him.
"When I say this I mean it with great pride, you are respected between many and your honor is very nobel and truthful." Washington said looking Mr straight in the eye.
I looked down with a sigh, frowning.
"It's a lot to handle sir." I confessed.
Washington leaned back in his chair as he looked at me thoughtfully letting me proceed.
"Every day and every night I'm working vigorously with no breaks. I'm wearing myself down to the bone and for what?" I said bitterly looking down into my glass.
"I wasn't suppose to have this opportunity to stand in a political world, I wasn't suppose to come to America to start a new life and become the figure who I am today." I murmured.
"But you were given a chance and you took it...you took the risk that changed your whole life." Washington spoke his tone powering.
"Ezio...what did your parents want you to do when you grew older?" Washington asked softly.
I blinked as I thought hard. My two loving parents who cared about me and wanted the best for me. My father a brave, selfless soldier and my mother who help took care of countless sick children who parents were gone.
"They...they told me I could to anything I set my mind to." I breathed thinking hard about my parents words.
"Deep inside though, they knew that I had limited options, with my father at war and my mother, who's objective everyday was just to feed me...I know now that I could of never gotten the opportunity to get a proper education and save money to come to America." I said anger growing in my voice.
"But you did just that." Washington said.
I bit my lip as I nodded slowly.
"I guess a series of events brought me here to where I stand today." I murmured.
Washington nodded. There was a moment of silence as I took another sip of wine.
"How's things in New York, this blasted heat as took everyone by storm around the country." Washington asked changing the subject.
I took a deep breath as I responded.
"Well because of the heat, sickness as taken a lot of people around the city, since a lot of the water had become infested by rats and mosquitoes, yellow fevers is spreading rapidly, taking many lives with it." I grumbled.
Washington nodded slowly.
"I see, Virginia hasn't gotten it yet, but I assume if the unbearable heat continues it may very well spread into the slave working fields." Washington murmured taking a sip of wine.
"How is your plantation going sir?" I asked.
Washington gave a scowl as he spoke.
"Not well, crops are drying out before their prime and the dirt is getting to dry to dig up and replant some crops." Washington grumbled.
I looked at him with a sadden look.
A big crack in the logs made me jump as I turned my gaze to the fire.
"No reports on the fire in the west yet." I commented looking at the dancing flames.
"No not yet...but I have heard down in South Carolina some houses burnt to the ground just by a horseshoe making a spark from a rock that caught onto some grass catching three houses on fire and with very little water the three houses burned to ash." Washington sighed.
I nodded slowly.
"A similar thing happens in New York, just across from my quarters a house caught aflame, the whole press were barking at my heels when I was publicly accused of a false accusation about the fire investigation, you know the typical press." I grumbled.
Washington nodded slowly a small smile in his lips.
"I know how that is, Commander and Chief of the Continental Army, first President...a lot can go around misheard." Washington sighed.
I nodded slowly, suddenly the grandfather clock in the room struck twelve.
"My god is it that late?" Washington gasped.
"My apologies."
I shook my head.
"It's alright sir." I smiled.
Washington leaned over to put his glass down on the table in front of him.
"If you are up for it, I can give you a tour of the plantation tomorrow?" Washington chuckled.
"That would be nice." I smiled.
"Seven down at the front doors?" Washington asked.
"Seven down at the front doors." I replied.
Washington nodded as he got up stiffly.
"See you in the morning." Washington sighed as I followed him out of the study.