SEASONS OF THE HEART

Amber James

SPRING the time of awakening life and growth

Promise of things to be,

Of joyous hope and possibilities

Of glory yet to see.

SUMMER her beauteous blossoms bursts forth

As nature plays her part,

The days of wine and roses so dear

To gladden every heart.

AUTUMN then brings an older wonder

Mature and ripe and sure

A happy celebration of our heart's

full and bounteous store.

WINTER comes now with gathering haste

And all must die, she says,

But her icy grip holds an assurance

Of spring's bright golden days.

CHAPTER ONE

SPRING

The seeds of your love, settled

deeply, into the long lonely winter of my heart.

And there, unknown, it took root and grew,

long before I was aware of it.

All I knew, was, that you were

the other half of my soul.

And now, because of your love,

Spring has come at last, and with it,

All the wondrous promise of tomorrow.

- Sandra M. Deville

SPRING - PEACE THAT SHINES

A flower has opened in my heart

What flower is this, what flower of spring,

What simple, secret thing?

It is the peace that shines apart

The peace of daybreak skies that bring

Clear song and wild swift wing.

- Siegfried Sasoon

Pascal froze as a cry of pure agony forced itself from Vincent's throat, and within a single heartbeat he began to run. He followed as best he could but knew he stood no chance of catching up with the anguished man.

Something was wrong, very wrong, and he knew it must be Catherine. As soon as he reached the levels of the pipes he began his message, the hard tapping which would soon tell everyone Vincent was on his way back and trouble was not far behind him.

Going back to the work station Pascal began gathering together the equipment they had used, to return and face whatever fate was to throw at his family this time.

The pain hit Vincent from nowhere, almost felling him with its dark thunderbolt of anguish. Agony tore through him again and again as Catherine's injuries took their inevitable toll on her slender body. The first intense dart hit him in the chest then two followed in shoulder and upper arm. His body drove him to her, even though his mind knew he was too far away from her to reach her. At the fastest of paces it would take him well over an hour to reach the inhabited areas of the tunnels.

This was the day he had dreaded from the start, the day there would be no warning, no fear to draw him, the one day he would be too late. On and on her pain drove him wildly, higher and higher through the labyrinth he sped, aware of nothing other than his driving need to be with her, to protect her as he always had.

Catherine hit the floor as the bullets tore into her. She felt herself slipping into the blackness. When she came to, she had no knowledge of how long she had been in the deserted old warehouse. This, she had not expected. It was not some dangerous case, merely a meeting with an informant she had used a number of times in the past.

The pain began to focus in her chest and she had lost all movement in her right arm. Still she struggled to rise. Then she found that some slow progress was possible if she kept to the walls and pillars, she knew there was a tunnel entrance nearby. It was too far to get into the inhabited part of the city and there would be no-one in this area so late at night, that was the reason it had been chosen for their meeting.

Snail-like, she covered the distance to the old access shaft, she barely had the energy to lift the grating. Eventually it gave, pushing herself into the hole she heard it clang behind her as she fell into the shaft, then into the blackness of oblivion.

Some time, much later, she woke covered in blood, her own blood. Help was needed quickly for Catherine could feel the life-force draining from her body, she began to shiver uncontrollably. Crawling inch by agonising inch through the deep dust and debris, her fingers finally made contact with the cold metal of a pipe. With a weak struggle she managed to remove her shoe to tap out the short emergency code as the icy darkness descended once more.

Vincent slackened his pace as the messages were being relayed from pipe to pipe, telling him that Catherine was Below. He knew where she was and the answering tapping told him others were on their way to get her. The patterns of her slipping in and out of consciousness flowed through him, he quickened his pace knowing just how weak she was becoming.

As he ran through the Chamber of the Winds the cold numbness worked its way into his very soul and he stopped. Grief assaulted his senses as the realisation came that the heart which matched his own no longer beat its steady rhythm, she had gone. Again he ran, unable to believe the surety in the core of his being that his beloved Catherine would speak to him no more.

Pipe messages told him she had been taken to his chamber, so his footsteps turned in its direction. As he neared the doorway a slight fluttering within him began to focus, then the firm steady beat of her heart filled him anew. Without stopping he ran into the chamber and to the bed, only to recoil in horror at the sight which met his eyes. Blood, her blood covered her and the bed as Father and Mary fought to stop the bleeding.

"Thank God you've come Vincent." Father said to him "We need to get her into the hospital chamber as quickly as is possible and with the least disturbance."

Without a word, Vincent lifted her into his arms to carry her swiftly along tunnels filled with worried faces then laid her in the hospital bed. Puffing and panting Father limped in to take charge of things.

"Now then Vincent, we have managed to stop the worst of the bleeding. Peter has been sent for, but until he arrives we must do as much as we can. She has been shot......twice I think."

"Three bullets Father." The agonised Vincent corrected. "One in the chest, the second is in the shoulder and the third just below in the arm."

Two unsuccessful attempts were made to usher Vincent out of the room, and a lifetime later Peter arrived. The two doctors worked in unison on the pale body before them with skill and undeniable patience, after almost two hours their hands rested by their sides, they had done all they could.

All night Vincent sat by her side, then through the next day. Just after the sun had set the pale eyelids fluttered, opening to reveal the soft green eyes he had come to love so much.

"Vincent!" she whispered before sleep overtook her.

That one word, that utterance of hope lifted him beyond all belief. She would be well again, he knew she would. But he also Knew no-one in her world would ever hurt her again, for she would not return to its violent streets.

Catherine had pleaded with Vincent for months to let her come and live within the community. He had resisted, but no longer. Now her home would be Below, by his side, there she would stay in the safety of his care.

*****

The days dragged slowly by, turning into weeks as Catherine recovered. Below, routines carried on as normal, but Above the search for Catherine Chandler had begun to wind down. Experts had insisted the amount of blood found at the warehouse, and the fact that she had not reached a hospital, gave them no hope. Wherever Catherine's body had been laid to rest was a mystery and might always remain so, but grieving friends were forced to accept they would not see her again. In his office, a weary Joe Maxwell marked the file 'closed'. He wiped a tear from his eye and then settled to the demands of the day.

Below, Father checked the healing wounds and pronounced her well enough to sit up in bed for a few hours each day. Catherine had not seen Vincent for almost a week, as he and Pascal had returned to their work miles away.

As the family developed and grew, there was always the need for new sources of fresh water, so wherever the tunnels were extended, a system of communications followed. There had been times when he made the journey back to reassure himself of what he already knew, that she was recovering and gaining strength daily. Although she had been fast asleep each time he returned, she had known he was there, and within her the quiet security of his presence brought its own healing.

Father's pronouncement thrilled her, excited her, especially as she knew Vincent was due back later that day. The afternoon was taken up with joyful chatter as, with Mary, she prepared herself for his homecoming, regretting only that she was still here in the hospital chamber and not in his, as she had been the first time she had needed to recover Below.

It must have been around 6 o'clock that, as she dozed in her bed, Vincent moved quietly to her side. He stood gazing down at her in wonder, but a little afraid of her reactions to the news he was about to give her.

During the week of their enforced separation, he had felt the strength returning to her injured body and knew she would soon be expressing the desire to return Above. She stirred as she became aware of his presence and her eyes opened to the love which poured from his.

"Vincent, you're back." She stated the obvious.

"Yes, we finished earlier than we had expected to."

Catherine held out her hand to him and he took it in his own to gently rub the soft skin on its back with his thumb.

"You look much better Catherine." He told her quietly, "The past week has witnessed a marked improvement."

"Father says I am strong enough to sit up now, perhaps it won't be long before I'm allowed out of bed." She smiled.

He shook his head. "And next week I am sure you will want to start jogging again!"

Laughing at his teasing, her green eyes sparkled and danced in the candlelight. "Then the week after I might run a marathon or two."

She noticed a slight raising of his eyebrows as the thoughts of the attempt amused him. As quickly as the teasing twinkle had come into his eyes, it departed, and he seemed to be gathering his thoughts together, serious thoughts. She waited, sensing the importance of the words he wanted to say to her.

"Catherine, we need to talk. Do you realise how ill you have been? When you were shot.......I know you managed to get Below and summon help, but............" Tears misted the blue eyes, he drew in a deep breath and continued, "As I was moving towards you, I felt your heart.......it stopped, Catherine."

"You mean................?" she asked.

"Yes." The tears spilled onto his cheeks. "I almost lost you again."

Catherine seemed unable to take in the implications of his words and they sat in silence for some time "I didn't know," she managed eventually.

"I did," came the whispered reply.

Suddenly, she saw within him the dreadful agony of that moment of loss. It stunned her with its intensity. Again, the silence fell between them as Vincent struggled for the words which refused to come.

"Catherine, you have, on more than one occasion asked me about the possibility of coming to live Below."

"Yes," she answered, not daring to hope he had changed his mind.

Averting his eyes he told her, "Perhaps the time has come to consider this seriously."

"I have always considered it seriously."

"There is still much which argues against it, but I have almost lost you once too often. I cannot.........will not, let it happen again."

Lifting his chin with her free hand she forced his gaze to meet her own. "As soon as I am well enough to return Above, I will make all the arrangements."

Shaking his head he answered, "No, if you are to stay here, then you must not return Above. Stay as you are or not at all."

"But I have friends up there, people who will worry about me. I have to go back Vincent!"

He sighed. "Then you must return to your world and I must stay in mine."

"No, I want to be with you!"

"Then stay," he told her simply, watching the confusion on her face and knowing the turmoil in her heart.

"Catherine, I once told you that we could only be together if we understood how great a sacrifice it would be. I do not ask this of you lightly. You have been Below over a month now."

He saw the shocked expression on her face and realised the time she had recovered had not registered with her.

"One of our helpers Above tells me that, although they have never found a.......body, it has been assumed you were murdered. Your case has been closed, no-one is expecting you back."

Now there were tears in Catherine's eyes as she thought of all she would miss, her friends, her work. She knew the sacrifice would be great. He truly was asking her to die for him! Then she looked into his proud face, saw his heart mirrored in his eyes, no sacrifice was too great, not for the promise of his love. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth to speak, but he shook his head silencing her.

"Do not.... give me your answer now, Catherine. Consider all the implications of your decision. There are many possibilities ........many paths........"

She merely nodded her head, he kissed the palm of her hand and left her to her thoughts.

For almost two weeks Catherine considered Vincent's words, the change that living Below would make to her life. Starting life again with nothing from Above, none of her old friends, and none of her memories, would be far from easy, but it was all she had longed for.

From the moment he had spoken the words, she had known there was no choice. This would be her home for the rest of her life. Today, she decided, yes........ she would tell him today. Willingly, she would accept the conditions he had made, no-one above would know she still lived, but she had a few conditions of her own.

Time dragged as she waited impatiently for him to come for her. They were to sit by the waterfall for an hour or two. Remembrances came to her of the time she had told him, in that same spot, she would make her home Below, only to realise a short time later it had been a mistake.

There would be no turning back this time - this time she was sure. Soft sounds filtered through her thoughts and he was standing beside her smiling at her contemplation.

He sensed within her an excitement and a resolve, deep within he knew she would tell him her decision today. Even though he sensed her acceptance, knew she would stay with him, his heart felt fearful, he needed to hear the words. His own mind travelled back to a time he had asked her if she needed the words before she could trust, he realised now how important words truly were.

Slowly, they walked along the tunnels hand in hand. She gloried in his nearness and his strength. He watched for any small sign that the walk was tiring her. By the time they reached the falls, Catherine was thankful for the rest and so she settled into the cushions he had brought there earlier. Soft rhythmic trickles of water filtered across the vast cavern. She watched, mesmerised, as white water cascaded over the high rocky ledge. Vincent fidgeted often and she thought it better to say all she intended to sooner rather than later.

"I have made my decision," she told him as she settled into his arms.

"And?"

"It's not quite that simple Vincent. I have a few conditions of my own."

The statement was received in silence, he waited for her to go on, yet the restlessness still spoke clearly from his body.

"I accept your request that I make no contact with the world Above. My commitment there is behind me, but only if you are prepared to make your commitment to me, to our dream Vincent. We either live together here or I return Above."

The blue fire flared in his eyes and he turned away, but not before she had seen its glare. Beneath the brightness she had seen his joy, his hope, his passion. When he turned back, the fire had gone, but he had buried it too late, she knew the desire in his soul.

"You cannot ask this of me Catherine, you know my fears, the terrors in my heart."

"Vincent, you said there would be a sacrifice. I have given you my past, all my friends, my life Above. For you I have willingly given up everything I once held dear, even the right to walk in the sunlight. All I ask in return is that you give me your fear."

"It is not a gift I would readily offer you Catherine," he whispered through the sigh which came from within.

"It is the only gift I desire. I already have your love." She kissed the back of the hand resting on her shoulder. "If Catherine Chandler has ceased to exist, it is time Catherine Wells took her place."

Stunned by her words he could not answer. His heart sounded as thunder in his ears, as its beat quickened. Moving to kneel in front of him she wrapped her arms around his neck. Again the fire came into his eyes and she leaned towards him to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Vincent Wells, I love you."

"As I love you Catherine."

Hugging him and squeezing him to herself as the tears flowed, she sought his mouth once more and assaulted the softness she found there with a barrage of swift kisses.

"Oh Vincent, I'm going to make you so happy!"

"You always do," he replied as his tears began to flow.

"Kiss me!" she demanded, receiving a startled look as an answer. "I'm waiting!" she insisted.

Tentatively his lips brushed hers. They opened and the soft warmth of her breath merged with his. Catching her lower lip between the gentle hold of his own, he found such delight in the warm texture, the intimacy. Copying his actions Catherine moved on slipping her tongue between the moist flesh to slide over strong white teeth and gently stroke the roof of his mouth.

Now it was his turn to imitate her movements as she withdrew waiting. Tender caress of lips and mouth excited her, the kiss deepened and he needed no lead to follow. She pulled away breathless and ecstatic. Catherine had been kissed in the past, by men who considered themselves experts. But this? Tingling from tip to toe she pleaded.

"Love me Vincent."

"No........not yet. You need to recover your strength and I understand it is traditional that we wait."

Brilliant shafts of joy shone from her eyes as she asked, "Is this a proposal?"

"Is this an answer?" he murmured as his lips found hers in an exchange which promised everything. "You did say Catherine Wells....... I have no plans to adopt you."

"When?" He was asked.

"It will be the twelfth of April, in three weeks," his soft tones suggested. "Perhaps then?"

"If I can wait that long," she whispered.

"We will have to Catherine, and if you are to be strong enough for the ceremony, I had better take you back. You are going to need your rest."

There was a mischievous grin on her face and a gleam in her eyes as she commented, "Will I now?"

He helped her from the floor and as his arm settled around her shoulder, she leaned into his hold and they began the journey back.

*****

Vincent decided that he should seek out Father straight away, before Catherine's excitement got the better of her tongue. His usual gait had changed to almost a saunter as he entered Father's chamber. Tired eyes looked up from the old book cradled in gentle hands.

"Ah Vincent, how was Catherine when you left her? I hope you haven't tired her too much."

"She is well Father, and thanks to your timely intervention she is now recovering."

"It was a near thing Vincent, I thought we had lost her at one point."

"Father there is something I need to tell you."

The older man settled himself into his chair, placing the book on the table he waited for his son to continue. "Catherine and I have had a long talk, we have reached an...agreement..... She has no intention of returning Above."

"I see, then we must call a council meeting......."

Vincent moved to protest but the raised hand stilled his tongue. "I do know how special Catherine is to you, to all of us, but we do have our rules, and anyone wishing to live Below must be heard by the council. They will decide, not you or I."

"And if they refuse her?"

"She will have to return Above. But do you really think they would?"

Shrugging Vincent said "It will make no difference what they decide." There was an anger in the blue eyes as he continued. "I cannot live Above and I will not live separate from my wife!"

"What do you mean, your wife?" Father asked in a shocked tone.

"Surely you do not think I would.... live with Catherine on some.... casual basis?"

The older man didn't quite know what to say, and "No, of course not," was all he managed. So many thoughts collided within him, so many emotions fighting for a voice, but he kept his silence. He only asked the inevitable question.

"When is this...er...event to take place?"

"We thought in three weeks, the 12th of the month would perhaps be a suitable date."

"Yes....er....it would." The reply came almost absentmindedly. Father sat in a stunned silence as Vincent left him to his thoughts.

As Vincent walked to his chamber the tapping began. Laughing to himself, the great head shook, as the relayed news of his proposal to Catherine swept the tunnels. He thought that there really was no need of radio or of newspapers Below.

He decided a detour was in order and he made his way to Catherine's side, knowing she would soon be enveloped in a crowd of well-wishers unless someone was there to divert their attention. He had spent the past three years protecting her from those who inhabited the world Above, nothing had changed. Now he was on his way to protect her from those who lived Below.

*****

A whirlwind of activity took the days from them and they spent very little time alone. There was no time left for intimacies, no time for whispered declarations of love and Vincent was not happy with this. Everywhere he turned, people were discussing dresses, or flowers, or food, or any number of necessary trappings to what started out as a simple exchange of vows and a quiet ceremony. Helpers were coming from everywhere, even some who had left New York years ago, and the list of `things to do' grew by the hour. Although he felt a little put out with the preparations which had come between him and his love, he rejoiced in her words that this was turning out to be much better than any wedding she could have wished for.

The night before the ceremony was upon him before he knew it. He went to bid Catherine goodnight just after supper. Nearing the guest chamber she was now sleeping in, he heard the chatter of many voices. Now he knew why the tunnels were so quiet, every woman Below was in the guest chamber with Catherine. She was relating, yet again, the story of how Vincent had proposed.

"Was that when he kissed you?" Rebecca asked.

"Yes," He heard her reply as he entered.

"What was it like?" she came back, not knowing Vincent stood behind her.

Catherine didn't answer, she stood staring open mouthed at the man she was discussing, her face showing signs of embarrassment. He walked straight up to her, glanced back at Rebecca who was also very red faced. and said, "It was like this!"

atherine gasped as, in front of everyone, he took her in his arms to demonstrate clearly to the assembly just how devastating one single kiss can be. Around the room people readied themselves to leave, he turned.

"Do not leave on my account, please, I came to say goodnight to Catherine, and to you all."

He made straight for the doorway and his own chamber, leaving a stunned audience staring after him in amazement.

*****

In his chamber Vincent paced back and forth, waiting for Pascal who had promised to call in. Around 10 o'clock, the sound of Pascal's tread was heard outside in the passage, growing louder as he entered.

"You wanted to see me Vincent?" The gentle voice asked.

"Yes....There is something I need to say to you. I have certain......... worries....... fears.....about tomorrow."

Pascal smiled. "I am told all bridegrooms are nervous. It is expected."

"It may be. But I may not be what Catherine expects," came the reply, the agony of uncertainty clear in his tone.

"I don't understand Vincent."

"No, perhaps you do not. There is no.............. easy way to say this, not even to a friend."

Pascal sat down in the chair ready to listen to whatever was so hard for his friend to say and Vincent took this as a sign to go on.

"There have been many times, in the past, when I have...... have...... killed and maimed in my rage." The huge hand covered pain-filled eyes. "Rage is a passion too, Pascal. What if I should............" He couldn't continue.

"What if you should hurt Catherine?" Pascal guessed at what he would have said.

"Yes."

"So you haven't actually...... you haven't.......... er......... "

"No, I thought it better we wait."

"What can I tell you Vincent, I'm not even married. You really should be talking to someone with more experience."

The great head shook. "No, I should be..... am...... talking to a friend, one who can help."

"How?"

"Be near tomorrow night, within calling distance." The blue eyes met the dark ones, demanding a test of friendship beyond belief.

"I can't do that!"

"You must!"

Pascal now joined Vincent on his feet. "What are you really asking me to do?"

"Stay within calling distance. And if you hear any signs of distress from Catherine...........you must be here.... for her. You must do whatever is necessary to protect her."

"From you?" the small man questioned.

"From me............ whatever is necessary, Pascal. Promise me. Remember I love her more than life....., more.......... .than......... life."

Looking into the blue depths he could see his friends torment, and knew only he could give him the peace he craved.

"I promise Catherine will be safe Vincent."

"Whatever the cost?"

"Yes."

Large arms took him in their hold as Vincent thanked his friend for his commitment and his love.

*****

Catherine had decided there would be no traditional white wedding dress. There was no way to obtain one. Then just four days before the celebration, Henry and Lin arrived with a long length of white Chinese silk. Everything else took a back seat as scissors clipped and machines clattered. Catherine had her wedding dress within 24 hours. Plain in style, with a round neck and a full skirt, the embroidered silk needed no embellishment.

The lack of electricity Below meant she spent an uncomfortable night in curlers, but she doubted she would have slept anyway.

Confusion reigned throughout the day as all was made ready. As the afternoon began to draw on slowly, Catherine began to prepare for the ceremony. All fingers and thumbs, she felt clumsy, as nothing seemed to be right.

Peter arrived around 3 o'clock to find her jumpy and excited. By a quarter to four, the Great Hall was packed to overflowing. A soft murmur of approval was heard as Vincent and Pascal made their entrance. Pascal wore dark clothing, but Vincent had chosen tan. Everyone remarked how well the colour suited him. They also noticed how he smiled. Vincent hardly ever smiled, but today he beamed. They all knew he had never been as happy in his life.

Suddenly, a hush descended on the gathering and Vincent turned to see Catherine and Peter at the top of the stout staircase. He longed to run to her, to hold her, to tell her how beautiful she truly was. Instead, he shuffled his feet nervously. Almost in slow motion she made her way to his side, as her small hand was placed in his, each gave to the other a gentle reassuring squeeze.

The ceremony was simple, vows were exchanged and the two were at last pronounced one. Celebrations followed, the like of which the world Below had never seen. Nothing intruded on the joy, nothing spoiled the day which marked the beginning of their life together.

Soon it was time for the happy couple to leave, Catherine was puzzled at the whispered exchange between Vincent and Pascal, just before he took her hand to lead her away from the party, which was still in full swing. As they moved nearer the chamber she had always thought of as Vincent's, she sensed his nervousness.

There was nothing she could do. For only the morning would bring him the peace he deserved, the peace denied him for too long. Rounding the bend they reached the intersection which would take them home. Stopping, he looked at her and smiled.

"This, I believe, is traditional," he remarked as he lifted her into his arms to cross the threshold, as so many bridegrooms had done before him.

With infinite care, he set her on her feet in the chamber they were to share as husband and wife. Then he disappeared muttering "Bathroom" and "Change" and she smiled as she noticed him pick up his night-shirt on the way.

That, she hoped was something she would soon change, his fear of his appearance. The smile continued as she mused that it was supposed to be the bride who was nervous, not the bridegroom. No-one could have accused Catherine of being nervous, she was excited and so happy, no word exists for the joy in her soul.

Unashamedly, she used his absence to undress and slip between the warm covers of the bed, pulling them up to her chin to spare his blushes.

After an eternity, he returned, placing his clothes over the chair. No more of his body was visible than when he was fully clothed, but she let her imagination run riot! The look he gave her told his knowledge of her thoughts, she giggled as the colour rose to her cheeks.

Sitting to write in his journal, Catherine felt the impatience rising within her. She was sure that he was listening for something. The slight tilt of his head, and the concentration of his body said he was. She couldn't imagine what.

Suddenly he seemed to relax, and to be more at ease, again she was puzzled. Then, closing his journal he rose and walked over to the bed, the quiet hesitancy in his step told her he was as unsure as he had ever been before. Without a word he sat beside her.

"Kiss me!" she demanded, as she had done three weeks before by the falls. This time there was no look of surprise, this time there was only an eager, hungry compliance. As she wound her arms about his neck, he surrounded her body. Even within the kiss, she felt his indrawn breath, a swift reaction to the discovery of her nakedness. His strong hands stroked the length of her spine, she shivered.

"Are you cold?" he whispered.

"Far from it!" came the reply as she demanded another kiss. Pulling away from him, she tugged at the bedclothes trapped beneath him. "Please, get in Vincent."

With a sigh he did as she asked. Catherine held him close not moving, giving him a chance to relax a little. Lying on his side, he gazed at her intently. She rolled onto her back pulling his head down to her own. A kiss, a kiss, then yet another, his hands began to move over her body. First the most innocent of touches along arms and shoulders then, as the intensity built between them, his mouth followed.

Lips caressed her throat in soft gentle kisses and between each kiss he gazed into her eyes seeking her approval. Lower and lower his mouth crept, he looked up again then his lips stroked between her breasts. As he lifted his head once more she moved carefully in his arms, as his head descended again the quickly hardening nipple was guided into his open mouth.

He gasped as she groaned in sheer delight, her passion mingled with his own as loving lips and tongue worshipped breasts which ached for him. Emboldened by her ecstasy, he moved even lower over her stomach. She held her breath as his mouth made contact with the soft brown curls. Again a gentle moan as lips changed their course to please and tease eagerly parted thighs. First one, and then the other quivered beneath his touch.

She gasped as, without warning, he turned her over to begin an agonising ascent up the backs of her legs and body. With infinite slowness, he moved along her spine, sensations merged as she began to fight for control. All she could feel were his hands, his lips, the tantalising texture of his tongue as it fanned the flames consuming her. Parting her hair he nuzzled gently into her neck, her whole body trembled.

Working his way around to her ear to take it in the tenderest of holds between lips and teeth, he tugged gently. As her head turned he moved her body over and she lay on her back again. Intense blue fire seared her soul as his eyes caught and held hers, yet within the blazing depths fear called to her, begging reassurance that all was well. No words were needed as he read her joy and desire deep within the green fire which matched his own.

Catherine tugged at the night-shirt he wore. He took her hands away still unwilling to reveal his body to her gaze. Hands entwined, as bodies soon would, then Vincent moved to lie between her legs. Breathing was difficult before, and now his added weight did little to help, but she remained still and quiet sending waves of love, and more, into his soul.

A gentle pressure from his knee was all the encouragement she needed, and her thighs parted offering a promise of delights to come. The urgency of her need spoke to him from within the depths of his own, he watched as she caught her full bottom lip between her teeth, and he could delay no longer.

His body too, now begged the release denied far too long and as Catherine wriggled slightly he took possession of her waiting body.

The ease with which her body accepted him stunned him. He moaned softly, as from her own lips came the soft sigh he was to know so well in the years ahead. Pulling back, only to move within her again, his pace quickened as the fear dissolved under the demands of their shared passion. Thrust after powerful thrust took him deep within her flesh, her heart, her soul, until nothing else existed but the need to find fulfilment in each other.

Soft muscles of steel tightened around the hardness of him, pulsing with life they drew him ever onwards. Lost within the gathering climax Vincent and Catherine moved as one, the gentle sounds became urgent cries, as the blazing glory of their shared release washed over them in wave after wave of scalding heat. She lay beneath him panting, skin aglow with the fine beads of perspiration which covered her body. Rolling onto his back, he took her with him to lie on top of his wide chest and wound his long arms around her body.

Catherine noticed a look of embarrassment cross his face. "What's wrong Vincent?"

"Nothing," he told her, knowing she was unaware of Pascal's presence outside the chamber. Then suddenly he became aware of the messages passing back and forth along the pipes and recognised the unmistakable pattern of Pascal's hand. Smiling to himself, he realised his friend had only followed them to their chamber, then left. Even Pascal had more faith in the power of love than he had, even Pascal had known he would never harm Catherine.

She moved to lie beside him and made a second tentative tug at his night-shirt. She found little resistance, soon it lay on the floor at the side of the bed. Now it was her turn to bring the pleasure of hands and mouth to his body.

She too started at his warm welcoming mouth, to take a trail of fire slowly down his body. Lying between his legs to bury her tongue in his navel, she could feel the hardening erection as it strained against the softness between her breasts.

So before he could offer any resistance, her mouth closed around its warmth to begin a caress which took his breath away. Recovering from the first staggering impact of this intimate pleasuring, he quickly took charge.

Strong hands gripped her shoulders as he lifted her from him and turned her over onto her back. This time there was no hesitation. This time he buried himself deep within her in one forceful thrust. His mouth took hers in a wild heady kiss of ecstatic passion, the long tongue possessing her mouth with equal power as, together, they rode the ferocity of their joining. His lips moved to her throat and hungry, open mouthed kisses drew cries of wordless pleasure from her soul.

Reaching her ear, he withdrew from her to turn her over within the space of a single heartbeat. His lips brushed the back of her neck as he claimed her fiery depths once more.

Strong elbows took the weight of his huge frame as he laid his hands over hers, fingers curling between her own. Emotion and ecstasy fused in one single pinpoint of light, which exploded with an impact shattering and satisfying, as his body filled her with the seed of life from within his own, forcing her own exhausted body to the release it sought. He rolled onto his side, still joined with her, and they lay in a breathless calm.

Sometime later he realised she had drifted into sleep, he reached behind him to drag the spilled covers back onto the bed. Catherine didn't even move as he covered her with the warm blankets and settled her in his arms. Tenderly, he parted her hair to place a gentle kiss on the back of her neck, then, still joined in both body and spirit, he followed her into the realm of dreams. Their walk was just beginning, two souls filled with a bright and shining peace in the springtime of their love.

*****

CHAPTER TWO

SPRING

The seeds of your love, settled

deeply, into the long lonely winter of my heart.

And there, unknown, it took root and grew,

long before I was aware of it.

All I knew, was, that you were

the other half of my soul.

And now, because of your love,

Spring has come at last, and with it,

All the wondrous promise of tomorrow.

- Sandra M. Deville.

TWIXT SPRING AND SUMMER

Long after my love and I are dust,

Our child will be the proof

That once we lived, and loved, and died,

And in our love, dwelt truth.

- A.D.O.N.

Vincent felt incredibly lazy as he lay in the huge bed, with his wife of just 18 hours sleeping safely in his arms.

She lay across his chest with her arms around his neck, fingers buried in the tangle of his hair. He longed to wake her, to love her as he had done a few hours before, yet she slept so deeply. Knowing now that there would be many nights ahead of them, he gently removed her hands from his hair, then eased her onto the bed. She barely moved, and with a soft sigh she settled back into the depths of sleep's hold.

Taking care not to disturb her he left the bed, washed and dressed, then went to find some breakfast for them both.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Almost half an hour later, Vincent returned carrying a large tray, sitting on the side of the bed he laid it on the floor at his feet.

Catherine hadn't moved whilst he had been away, she lay curled up with her back towards him. With infinite care and tenderness he reached across the bed, uncovered her shoulder and began a trail of kisses down her arm. She moved, then turned over to face him with sleepy questioning eyes.

"Breakfast," he announced, bending to lift the tray onto the bed.

Catherine grunted a couple of times and struggled groggily into a sitting position, shivering as the chill assaulted her naked body. Rising from her side, he strode across the chamber. She watched him, mesmerised by the sensuality of his easy gait. He returned with a large grey jumper which he helped her into.

It buried her but she was grateful for the warmth the wool held.

The soft green eyes seemed unfocused, reminding Vincent of her tirednes. He suddenly felt guilty and lowered his head.

"What's wrong?" She asked raising his face to meet her gaze.

"I should not have woken you.... You are tired.... I'm sorry." Again the head bowed.

"Sorry you woke me, or sorry I'm tired?"

"Both"

As she laughed, the tiredness in her eyes was replaced with a mischievous twinkle.

"Don't be sorry on either count. I certainly wouldn't want to miss my breakfast, especially with you. As for the tiredness, I have waited a long time to feel this particular type of exhaustion. So don't you dare apologise!"

Smiling an embarrassed smile, he poured out the tea for himself and the coffee for Catherine, then offered her a slice of toast. She ate with relish and soon seemed to pick up as the coffee worked its magic on her.

"Vincent Wells, I love you!" she exclaimed, as she replaced the empty cup on the tray to stand beside the empty plate.

"As I love you Catherine," came the soft reply.

"Catherine who?" she asked, teasing, as he bent to place the tray back on the floor.

The eyes which turned back to her questioning, were filled with deep blue fire, a smouldering intensity which left her speechless. His voice, a velvet whisper caressing her soul gave her the answer she longed to hear.

"Catherine Wells, I have loved you from the beginning of my life and I shall love you to its end.

Held almost thoughtless by his gaze, she wasn't aware of his reaching for her. Only when, under the onslaught of his gentle kisses, she felt him harden beneath her, did she realise she sat in his lap a tangle of limbs and jumper.

Confident, loving hands moved beneath the woollen covering as the kisses deepened, telling of a need she now ached to meet. Suddenly, the jumper seemed confining and she fought her way out of it to tug impatiently at Vincent's clothing. Lying her on the bed, he began to remove his tunic, then froze.

"Someone is coming." She was told as he threw the covers hastily over her, covering all but her head, straightening his own clothing with the same haste. He lifted the tray onto his knee hiding the tell-tale bulge as Father limped into the chamber.

It was obvious from Father's manner that he knew exactly what he had disturbed.

"I ......er ...... hope you don't mind this......er ........ intrusion. William said you had collected your breakfast some time ago."

He looked at Catherine who lay with the covers pulled up to her chin grinning impishly. Shaking his head, he sighed. "I thought you would both be up by now. Obviously, I was mistaken." He sounded rather annoyed as he continued "Once you are both ready could you come to my chamber. There is something we need to discuss."

Father left as quickly as he had appeared, his obvious embarrassment causing Catherine to giggle uncontrollably. She leaned across to run her fingers through Vincent's hair.

"Now, where were we?" She asked.

"Almost beyond a point we would not have returned from for some time." He told her as he rose, tray in hands. "I shall take this back to the kitchen whilst you dress."

Without even a backward glance he strode from the chamber to start a new day.

In the cluttered study Father waited impatiently. Time dragged and it seemed hours before he heard Vincent and Catherine outside the chamber. He watched as, hand in hand, they strolled in and came down the short flight of steps to where he was seated. Gesturing, he offered them both a seat across the large old table. Vincent held out the chair for his wife, then took a seat by her side. Father couldn't help but notice how tenderly he took her hand into his own, and it made it all the more difficult to say what he felt he must. There was an expectant hush in the chamber as the couple before him waited to find out what he had insisted they come so urgently to hear.

"I trust you both slept well?" Father's opening gambit merely produced a surprised gaze from Vincent and a stifled giggle from his wife.

"Father, when you asked to see us there seemed some urgency in your request," Vincent pointed out, totally ignoring his previous question.

"Yes, we do need to talk. I think there may be a problem with your ..... er........ er......sleeping arrangements."

Vincent cast Catherine a puzzled glance, she shrugged her shoulders and shook her head as bemused as he.

"I assure you Father, we were quite.... comfortable," his son told him, and again Catherine giggled.

Father gave her what could only be described as a glare before he continued. "Vincent, I don't mean that."

"Then what do you mean?" Catherine asked.

"Er.... when I called by earlier to see you, I found the situation...... most embarrassing. What if it had been someone else...... one of the children even?"

Vincent drew in a deep breath and sighed heavily. "We are married Father. What do you expect us to do..... sleep apart?" There were definite traces of anger in his tone.

"You know that's not what I meant, Vincent. Now you're being difficult. You just need to be aware that everyone has been used to coming to your chamber whenever they needed to see you. I expected you to remember that. Catherine has not been accustomed to the communal living Below. She could not have been expected to consider the difficulty your ... actions could have caused others, you have to consider their feelings and......"

Catherine cut in. "Now wait a minute! What about our feelings. What about us?"

"Catherine, you are not used to our ways. There are many things Below you will find different from the world Above. Vincent has responsibilities here and I don't think the present situation is acceptable."

Vincent rose from the table.

"Come Catherine..... I have heard enough!" He fixed his father with a cold, hard stare. "This morning Father, you came unannounced and uninvited. Perhaps it is you who should remember my responsibilities, one of which happens to be my wife!"

"I'm only too aware of that fact Vincent! But you cannot ignore the problems this might cause!"

"I see!" Vincent said abruptly "So now Catherine is a problem. I though we had left...... all this behind. Now it seems as if you have found yet another objection. This time I will not listen, I listened to your arguments too often in the past. You have kept us apart too long, we will not be parted now!"

"Please Vincent.... sit down. This is getting out of all proportion," Father told him.

"That's the first thing you've said I'll agree with," Catherine commented.

Vincent returned to his seat. Catherine took his hand in hers this time, and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"So what do you expect us to do?" she asked simply.

"You just need to be a little more.......... careful, more conscious of the time of day. Just after breakfast is quite a busy time here. Vincent knows that."

"Perhaps you could include our time together in the work schedule," Vincent replied sarcastically.

Although the topic of the argument was serious, Catherine couldn't repress a sly smile at the thought of Vincent's remark. She could even picture the actual timetable, and the space marked 'Vincent and Catherine - sex'. Vincent, sensing her amusement shot her a look of anger which almost sent her into a fit of giggles.

"Look Father," she said. "Can I make a suggestion?"

"Certainly," he replied.

"What about a door?" she asked.

"An Impossible task. We tried that some years ago. The rock is very hard and it would take weeks, even if we could come up with a design that would work.

“I'm afraid that is not a possibility."

"Then there must be an alternative," She replied.

"Have you considered moving to another chamber? One of the large family chambers has a door and is unoccupied,” Father suggested.

Catherine said nothing, although she couldn't bear the thought of leaving the chamber they now shared. Vincent clearly read her feeling which matched his own.

"That is out of the question Father," he said with a finality which left no room for negotiation.

"Then we have to come up with something else," she told them.

"No!" Vincent said. "The community will have to realise that things have changed. No-one would dream of just wandering into Kanin and Olivia's chamber or Sam and Martha's."

"But that's different," Father protested.

"Why?" Catherine demanded.

"Because Vincent has different responsibilities. The whole community has always sought Vincent out whenever they wanted to. In the past.."

"Things have changed Father. Perhaps it is time to point out that fact," Catherine insisted.

"And what exactly do you suggest we say?" Came the tart reply.

"We just need to ask everyone to stop treating Vincent's chamber like Grand Central Station!" Catherine explained.

"Our chamber," Vincent corrected.

"Okay, our chamber." She agreed.

"And who's going to tell them?" Father asked.

"I will," came Vincent's soft reply.

"And what about the open access to your chamber?"

"Catherine and I, will make any decisions which have to be made about our life here together. When we have talked this through, we will speak to you again," came the dismissive reply.

Catherine felt somewhat confused as she clearly saw the look of arrogance in Vincent's eyes as he spoke.

"If that is all you wished to say Father, we will return to our chamber in the hope that we may spend some time together uninterrupted."

"As you wish." Father said wearily.

Rising from the table Vincent took Catherine's hand again. She stood and his hand moved around her shoulder as, together, they walked up the few steps leading to the opening into the passage. Still within Father's view, Vincent took her in his arms and kissed her. When he released her, he looked back and again the arrogance in his eyes was plain to see.

"We will see you at lunch-time." He said as he led her into the passage, leaving a stunned Father staring after them.

Once they were back in their chamber, Vincent took his arm from around her shoulders. Catherine moved over to the bed and sat on its edge.

"So what do we do now Vincent?"  She asked. He shook his head, unable or unwilling to discuss the matter further. "Look Vincent I know you're angry. I can't say I'm too pleased myself, but Father does have a point. If people are going to carry on marching in and out of here just as they like........ it is going to be a problem."

"I know." He sighed.

"So what are we going to do?"

"For now....... we find somewhere a little less accessible. We can talk about it later."

He picked up his cloak, and reached into the large old oak wardrobe to get Catherine's yellow duffel coat. She looked at it, how out of place it seemed.

"When I get a little more able with my hands, I'm going to make myself a cloak, like yours," she stated.

Vincent smiled at the thoughts of Catherine becoming domesticated, he couldn't resist teasing her. "I find the abilities of your hands, more than satisfactory Catherine."

"Cheeky!" she scolded playfully as she donned the soft woollen garment.

Together they quietly slipped away to find the privacy they so desperately desired. Away from the inhabited tunnels they strolled, down level after level then up again until Catherine was quite lost. At last they reached a large cavern stocked with supplies, Catherine was quite relieved, believing this was their destination, then Vincent bent behind some boxes, and pulled out a large canvas bag. She raised a questioning eyebrow.

"The light ends here," he told her as he took a torch from the canvas bag. Lighting it from the one burning by his side, he threaded his arm through the straps of the canvas bag to rest over his shoulder.

“Come..... we have some way to go yet."

"Where are we going Vincent?" she asked.

"Where we will not be disturbed," he replied with a soft smile, as he took two apples and two pears from one of the boxes and dropped them into the large pockets of her coat.

As he strode to the far side of the chamber, the darkness before him receded to reveal a small opening in the rock. Vincent dropped to his hands and knees to crawl through the gap. Catherine followed close on his heels, not wanting to be left alone, for even a moment, in the darkness. The hole was only a few feet thick, quite deceptive really, and she was amazed to find herself in another large cavern. Once he knew she was safely through, he strode forwards.

The cavern narrowed into a passageway, but she could see little. The inky blackness beyond the torch light made it impossible to look anywhere but at him, her husband. She smiled as she realised how strange that term sounded, husband. Would she ever get used to it she wondered? Would she ever cease to marvel at wonder of his love, at his commitment to their lives together?

Not so long ago this had all seemed impossible. Oh yes, she had dreams. She had dreamed of a life with Vincent for longer than she cared to remember. She recalled the long empty nights, when she had despaired of ever knowing the feel of his body next to hers in the quiet hours of the night. But love had worked a miracle and the emptiness had gone. Now there was only a sense of completeness, of being where she truly belonged. Vincent stopped suddenly and they collided. He dropped the torch and it went out.

"Now what are we going to do?" she demanded.

"Do?"  came the gentle whisper.

"Yes, we can't see anything." She sunk to her knees feeling her way across the floor "Where is the damned thing?"

Vincent realised she was searching for the torch. A subtle smile crossed his lip as he watched her. She hadn't realised his vision enabled him to see so many differing shades of grey that the torch was quite visible to him - as was she and the exasperated expression on her face as she sought in vain for the long wooden torch he now held firmly in his grasp. He pushed it into the bag with the others and was unable to resist the opportunity to tease.

“It looks like we are marooned here, but if my memory serves me well, there is a spot slightly more comfortable just around the next corner. Taking her hand, Vincent led Catherine the short distance to the wide opening.

Feeling her way along the walls with her free hand, Catherine stumbled along the rubble strewn floor. Suddenly, beneath her feet the ground softened. She realised she was walking on sand, and usually where there was sand there was water. The faint glimmer of light she noticed ahead grew brighter as they neared its source.

"Mind your head Catherine," she was told, as they ducked to go through the low opening which led to their destination.

The noise of the waterfall was almost deafening and she glanced about the chamber with a distinct feeling of familiarity. They stood on a wide ledge at the side of the mighty cascade and, as she gazed down its length, she recognised where she was. There, way below, at the far side of the gigantic cavern was the soft, moss-covered river bank where they had spent so many happy hours. Vincent followed her gaze, knowing the memories that this one spot brought to Catherine's mind. Memories so dear to them both, hours shared with old friends, with Shelley, Keats, Byron and many others.

"Vincent!" she exclaimed. "I didn't know there was a way up here!"

"No-one else does, except Devin. We found this route as boys. When everyone was busy, we would come here and dive from the top of the falls," he mused

"Wasn't that dangerous?"

"Probably. Like most children we failed to see the danger, we saw only the thrill, the excitement. We revelled in the knowledge that we were doing something which would not be allowed."

"Did you ever get caught?"

"No," he told her with a smile. "Father would have sent us to our chamber for a whole week if we had been discovered."

"Only a week? You deserved at least a month!" she laughed.

"That would have been a harsh punishment to impose, even for Father."

"You would have deserved it. Do you realise you could have killed yourselves......... How would you feel if our son did something stupid like that?"

Vincent stared out across the breadth of the falls for a moment or two.

"If we have children, I would probably feel just as you do. I would never bring any child here, but children do have a way of finding places such as this by themselves."

"What do you mean If we have children. We will Vincent, I know we will," she told him.

"Please Catherine......... Peter has already explained that it might not....... be possible," he said sadly. Knowing how much Catherine held on to any hope of a family for them.

"Vincent?"

"Yes?"

"We've proven that the word impossible doesn't exist for us. We'll have children, Vincent, Narcissa thinks so too."

"You did not tell me you had been to see Narcissa," he said.

"I didn't - she came to see me."

"When?"

"About a week ago. When that pipe fell in the cavern beneath the Great Hall. You were probably far too busy to be aware of what I was doing."

"Yes, I was. And she sought you out?" he questioned.

"Mmm....... I was surprised she found me. There was an early evening concert. I knew you wouldn't be back until late, so I went to listen. When I heard the noise in the tunnel, I thought it was you. But she came shuffling round the corner and said she'd come to speak to me.

"About what?"

"Oh you know what she's like. I didn't understand half of it. She went on about Father, well I think it was Father, she kept talking about things coming a full circle and Jacob leading the community. It was all jumbled up. She said you wouldn't be alone for long, so I reminded her that we were to be married soon and that you wouldn't be alone any more."

"And?"

"She just smiled and told me I made the mistake of only thinking of here and now. That I missed the whole picture, because I was too near. She knew all about the wedding, said she had always known, that it was already written. Then she talked about 'Jacob' again said how great was his promise. Then said he was the son of his father, just as the father had been the son of his father. By that time I was totally confused and she must have known it because she started talking about you."

"Me?"

"Yes, she said you had let Father influence you for far too long but now you were ready to accept your destiny, to give life to the child you had denied so long. I asked her if she meant our child, Vincent, and she said that only through me would you fulfil your destiny."

"Narcissa speaks in riddles. You may have interpreted only what you wanted confirming," he said quietly.

"No Vincent, you're wrong. I thought that too, so I told her what Peter had said, that he felt the differences between us might make that impossible. She asked me if I believed you were a man."

A pained expression crossed Vincent's face. Catherine knew he longed to hear her reply, but would not ask.

She continued, "I told her if she could see into my heart then she would not need to ask. She smiled at that, her whole face sort of lit up. Narcissa said that my heart had known the truth from the day we met and that there was room in our love for a child. That our child would carry that love into a future beyond our lifetimes. That could not be misinterpreted, could it?"

"It would seem not," he agreed.

He took her in his arms and held her against his wide chest. She could feel the quickening beat as she snuggled into him. Long fingers gently stroked her back, she soon found her own heart increasing its tempo.

Catherine was released only long enough for him to remove his cloak and lie it on the floor by the canvas bag. He sat down on it and patted the place at his side, and she joined him there. Without a word he reached into the large pocket of her coat and removed the fruit, placing it in the top of the bag.

He began to undo the soft yellow coat, sliding his arms inside they settled around her waist, then he pulled her into his lap. She leaned against the wide bulk of his chest and rested contentedly in his arms.

Gently, Vincent kissed the top of her head, and one hand moved to raise her face to his. Bright blue eyes caught and held the green in a breathtaking exchange needing no language. The long, strong fingers moved slowly to imprison her head in his hand then, inch by tortuous inch, the great head lowered. Catherine's eyes closed as the soft lips brushed her eyelids moving in a gentle caress across her cheek, to rest over the small scar by her ear. Then they continued teasingly back towards her mouth. The erotically textured tongue teased the softness of her lips, the prelude to a kiss which took her breath away.

As Vincent's tongue slid over the small white teeth, she gasped, and its roughness crept up to the roof of her mouth, stroking, promising much, much more. Her hands, almost of their own accord, slipped under the layers of Vincent's clothing to rest against the soft warmth she found there.

"Catherine....." whispered almost as a prayer, her name came through a sigh sending his warm breath into her mouth to merge with her own.

She shuddered with the intensity of that one word, that one name, her name. She knew he had never spoken another's name with the same depths of passion, the same desire, and knew he never would.

Pushing her gently to the floor, he gathered the full length of her clothed body against his own. Again his lips met hers in an exchange which confirmed his love, his desire, his need of her. Emotions which Catherine found mirrored deep within her own body.

Gradually the soft ache of anticipation built in them both. Vincent slipped the bright yellow wool from Catherine's shoulders and arms. Then he slid down the zip on her dress and quickly pulled the fabric down her body to lie by their side in a tangled heap. Her underwear followed quickly and within seconds his hands and lips worshipped the naked body of his wife.

Between impassioned kisses, Vincent's clothing was removed without either of them really being aware of it.

Catherine lay in his arms trembling, the ache within her almost beyond bearing. Wherever he touched, fire flared and burned, and ignited desires too deep for words. The eloquence of her eyes spoke clearly to Vincent, he listened to their pleading as their bond sang of the joy in her soul. He marvelled at the wave of blatant desire that washed over him from the woman he held in his arms, and he was powerless to resist its call. His hand found its way down the long lines of her body, gently parting thighs which opened at his touch. Moving to kneel between her legs was almost a movement without thought, his hands caressing the soft fleshy folds that drew him ever onwards.

A single moan of pleasure and need came to him from Catherine's lips, a wordless plea, a demand to be joined with him. It seemed to take an eternity for his hands to move beneath her, raising her towards him. Catherine held her breath, waiting for that one movement which would unite them.

With infinite slowness. the passion hardened flesh sank into her waiting warmth, caressing deeply, filling completely. The breath left her lips with a sigh of wonder and fulfilment. Vincent delighted in that one breathy sound from Catherine, a sound that no other would ever hear. Within him, fires flared and danced as the silken steel of rippling muscles drew him deeper and deeper into heated depths. His heart and soul plunging into that same ecstatic joining, to be one forever within the body he now claimed. All emotion, all feeling, all passion fusing into one bright ball of flame which engulfed them both.

That same intensity built within Catherine as each powerful thrust carried her higher and higher. She clung to him, arched to meet him, moved against him until the trembling built to the all consuming shudder of her climax. The soft sensitive flesh his hardness stroked responded to the pulsating beat of his release.

Together they lay, suddenly stilled with the ebbing of their need. Her muscles still coaxing from him the last drops of his offering as Catherine felt the warmth flooding into her body. Lips met as, still joined, their bodies calmed slowly and passions began to be awakened once more.

Entwining her fingers in his hair, Catherine drew his lips to her breast. Tenderly, Vincent took the taught nipple into his mouth. Gazing across her body, the other called to him, his fingers strayed there to coax and tease, leaving Catherine breathless and longing. Never breaking the tactile connection, he withdrew from her body to lie by her side. His hands swept lines of fire wherever they touched, and she burned in ecstasy. His lips began to moves around her neck, behind her ear, teeth nibbled in the gentlest of erotic loveplay and she squirmed. Lifting her hair, Vincent continued round the back of her neck as she turned to lie on her stomach.

Her skin was so soft beneath his mouth, its very texture brought ripples of pleasure into his body. Down the column of her spine, he delighted in the salty taste of her, to nibble yet again on the full round flesh of her bottom. Catherine squealed and wriggled as long white teeth caught her flesh in their hold. The delicious torment continued as his mouth explored her legs, nipping at her ankles. Then the trail of fire began to return the way it had come, leaving not an inch free of its burning.

"Please Vincent!" she whimpered. "Please!"

"You want me to stop?" the whispered question came.

"Yes.............. No.......... Oh Vincent......... I want.......... I want......."

"This?" he asked as, sitting back on his heels, he threaded an arm beneath her, lifting her into his hold and entering her with ease.

"Mmm......... yes," was all she managed before he filled her again.

Leaning back against him, her legs either side of his own, she felt the soft warmth of his chest along her back and she gently rubbed against it.

His hands moved around her body each taking possession of a soft milk-white breast. The feel of her body against him brought such joy to Vincent, he wanted this moment to last, to be frozen in time. So overwhelmed by the pleasure he felt, he was unable to move, he just cradled her to him. Stilled as she was, Catherine's every breath seemed to burrow into him, as the slight movement disturbed the heavy covering of his chest.

Without warning, Catherine moved herself away from him then back again. She took the lead and he was content to let her, as sensation followed sensation with every movement she made. This slow gentle pleasuring continued for some time, each rise and fall of her body carrying him deeper and deeper. Delights such as this, he had never known, and he let Catherine lead him where she would, trusting in her knowledge where his own would fail him. Moving into the subtle rhythms he met and matched her body.

"Mmm....... nice," she whispered.

"Mmm," he agreed.

Holding the hands at her breast firmly in one of her own, she moved forward, taking him with her. slowly she stretched out on the thick, dark cloak. Vincent gazed at the joy radiating from her face as, settling on her stomach, she half turned it towards him. Bracing himself on his elbows his eyes swept the length of her back, then he lowered himself onto the whitely inviting flesh. His hands moved beneath her, one found the inviting breast, eager for his touch. The other ventured lower, moving between soft folds of flesh, there to find the hardness of his own where it moved within his Catherine. Then her hand joined his, fingers entwined in a meeting of multi textured eroticism, leaving them stunned.

Suddenly, he felt her hand leave his and she reached out for her coat. Gathering it into a bundle she pulled it towards her. Lifting her body she pushed it under the lower end of her stomach. Vincent gasped as, with the angle she now lay in, he sank even further into her. Now he could feel the hard, rigid muscles of her womb begging to be filled by him. His control wavered and fled, aware of nothing but the need to meet the demands of her body. Thrust followed burrowing thrust as her whole body, and even her soul, opened up to him. His climax tore her name from his lips, as her voice called out to him, and wave after wave covered him in a sea of exquisite pleasure.

As their senses began to return, they fought merely to breath. Vincent moved to her side and gathered her into his arms. Catherine curled against him and slept. He gazed at her in wonder as she lay there, her face, half hidden, told of her peace and contentment, her steady breathing spoke clearly of the security she felt in his arms and in his love.

Tiredness assaulted him too and his head settled by hers as, together, they found that place of dreamless contentment where hearts and souls rest united, and love reigns supreme.

Much later, Catherine awoke to find his smiling face in front of her. She beamed at him, stroking the long strands of his hair. The peace and quiet was shattered by the rumbling noises her stomach decided to protest its emptiness with.

Vincent reached into the bag for the fruit. "I suppose this hunger of yours will take us home?" he teased.

"I'd rather stay here and starve!" she protested.

"So would I, but if we do not return it will cause concern especially after ...."

"After our disagreement with Father this morning," she finished for him.

"Yes."

They dressed quickly and tucked into the fruit, as they retraced the steps they had taken earlier, the path which had led them to this magical moment in time. Catherine was certain this was a place they would return to time and time again. And the lovemaking? That too.

*****

They made their way, at an easy pace, to the large communal kitchen, where rather a large number, considering it was lunch time, had gathered. Catherine felt sure it was to welcome her into the family that everyone had turned up. After all, this was to be the first meal she would share with her new family as Vincent's wife.

As they crossed to the long table where Father sat, Catherine noticed Vincent's blushes as every eye followed them across the large space. She smiled at his obvious embarrassment, and wondered what he was thinking. She made a mental note to ask him later when they were alone. Holding the chair for her, Vincent indicated that she should sit facing him and not by his side as she had done in the past. He noticed her questioning glance and bent towards her.

"I want to look at you Catherine, nothing more," he whispered so only she would hear. He moved to sit across the table from her next to Father.

Catherine gazed round the room at all the smiling faces, she felt so good, so happy, at last she truly belonged to this divergent group of people her husband called family. Now they were her family too.

"Lunch is usually much quieter than this" Father explained to her.

Mary took her place by Catherine's side. "They've all come to see how the newly weds are."

"Mary!" Father admonished.

"Well they have," Mary insisted.

Vincent's blush deepened, and Catherine had to resist the temptation to lean across the table and kiss him right on the end of his nose. She caught his eyes and winked instead, and his head lowered, as the implications of her gesture sunk in. Clearly, he felt her desire to touch him and that knowledge did nothing to ease the disturbance he felt.

Eventually, he lifted his face to hers and shook his head. She could almost hear his silent `please don't' as his eyes spoke for him. Thankfully, William's timely interruption broke the tension beginning to build between them.

"Well Catherine, I hope soup's okay for you. We tend to eat a light lunch here."

"Soup's fine, William. Thank you."

Soon bowls of steaming broth were brought over for everyone and the wonderful home made bread William was famous for. They ate in silence and once they had finished, Vincent began to glance around the room.

"Looking for someone?" Catherine asked.

"Pascal" she was told.

"Oh he's in the back with William," Mary explained.

Almost on cue, Pascal walked into the large eating area with a plate of biscuits and brought them over to Catherine. "Shortbread. William knows they're one of your favourites, so he made you some," Pascal explained.

"She's being spoiled already," Father commented to Vincent.

"So it would seem," he agreed.

Pascal laughed. "I hope you don't think you're going to get this kind of treatment every day, Catherine?"

"No I don't suppose I will. Thank William for me will you?"

Pascal nodded and turned to leave, Vincent caught his arm and he turned back.

"Thank you Pascal," Vincent said quietly.

"What for?"

"For your friendship, for last night."

Pascal shook his head. "I did nothing last night Vincent, and I'm sure you know that."

"That is why. You truly are a friend. You had far more faith in me than I had in myself."

"No Vincent, I just know you better than you think I do." Pascal laughed again then returned the way he had come.

Catherine cast Vincent a puzzled glance, but he didn't respond. Something else to ask him about later she reminded herself.

Little by little the room cleared, Vincent rose from the table to stand by Catherine's side, making it quite clear that he was waiting to leave. She said good-bye to Father and Mary then, taking his hand, they walked out into the passage and made their way back to their chamber. Vincent made straight for his chair and settled into it.

"We really must get another chair in here," Catherine commented as she moved towards the bed.

Catching hold of her hand, Vincent pulled her towards him and onto his knees. "Why do we need another chair Catherine? This seems quite adequate for both of us."

Giggling she gave him a playful slap then, unable to resist the impulse now they were alone, she placed a swift kiss on the end of his nose.

"Are you trying to shock Father completely. I don't know what he'll say when he finds out we're sharing a chair as well as a bed! The depravity of it! I'll probably be drummed out of the tunnels as a bad influence."

"And this.......?" Vincent turned her in his arms and kissed her.

"My fault too!"

"Then Father and I are in agreement on something," he teased. "I have no desire to kiss anyone else, so you must be to blame."

"But what about the effect you have on me? You can't blame me for that?" she protested.

"Why not? No-one else ever kisses me or touches me the way you do?"

His hands began to travel under her skirt gently caressing her thighs.

"Vincent.......... Don't!"

"Why not.......... It is what you wanted me to do Catherine?"

"I'm not disputing the fact, but we have to talk."

"Catherine, I am doing nothing to stop you from talking. Please, carry on."

She slapped his hand. "How can I concentrate when you keep doing that?"

Realising that she was serious in her intent, Vincent moved his hand to rest, on top of her clothes, around her waist.

"What is it Catherine?" he asked.

"We have to talk about this morning and the argument we had with Father."

Vincent sighed. "If we must."

Catherine took a deep breath. "We are agreed that a move to another chamber is out of the question?"

"Completely!"

"And there is no way a door can be fitted?"

"Alas ....... no."

"Then we have to make it obvious, in some way, when we don't want to be disturbed."

"It would seem so," he replied wearily.

"We need something to block the passage outside the doorway, something everyone will recognise..........

“How about one of the storm lanterns. I've seen them used here. We could place one in the middle of the passageway. No-one could miss that surely! How long do they burn for?"

"One of the larger ones should burn all night."

"Then we've got the answer," she exclaimed.

"For now," he agreed, giving her a look which told her he was far from happy with the situation.

Catherine hugged him in delight. "So how do we let everyone know what we've decided?"

"I told Father earlier I would do that. Nothing has changed my mind."

"When?" was all she asked.

"This evening at dinner..... but I intend to speak to Father first.......... and I shall do so now."

Vincent rose from the chair with Catherine still in his arms. He deposited her in the chair. As she started to get to her feet, Vincent laid a restraining hand on her shoulder.

"No......." he told her. "I shall go alone." His tone left no room for Catherine to argue and she watched as he purposefully strode from the room.

Father was engrossed in the designs Mouse had brought him, and he didn't hear Vincent's approach. The young man stood in the doorway, unsure as to how to begin the conversation. As he came down the short flight of steps Father looked up.

"Ah Vincent, have you seen this?" He pointed to the detailed drawing before him.

"If it's the plan for the new alarm system.......... yes. Quite innovative."

There was a long uneasy silence as each tried to think of a suitable opening. Vincent wanted to tell Father of the decision he and Catherine had made. Father felt the need to sort out the problem still unresolved from the mornings confrontation. Eventually, Father took off his spectacles and laid them on the desk.

"Vincent....... we need to talk."

"Yes we do. Catherine and I have found a possible solution. We thought, perhaps one of the storm lanterns in the passage outside our chamber might act as a request for privacy."

"Mmm..........maybe. But I have to admit there was some truth in what you said. You do have a right to expect some .... er...... consideration."

Vincent smiled. "I agree, but people do not always think before they act. The lantern may remind them that we need our privacy sometimes."

"It could solve the immediate problem Vincent, I have to agree. But it's not going to be an easy task to let everyone know."

"I had thought to tell the others at dinner this evening."

"Good God, Vincent. You can't just make an announcement like that! Can you imagine the response?"

A swift blush spread over Vincent's face as he thought on Father's words. That was something he hadn't considered. He hung his head to avoid Father's gaze, but it was too late, he had seen the look of embarrassment and knew how uncomfortable his son was.

"Vincent, leave it with me......... I'll make sure the word gets round in a less....... er....... formal way."

"Thank you Father. That would be appreciated."

Jacob picked up his spectacles, put them back on and turned to Mouse's designs. "Now Vincent, do you really think this will work.................?"

The two men spent some time discussing the grand design before them, soon the sounds on the pipes diminished as the members of the community began to gather for their evening meal. Vincent left the large study and made his way back to the chamber he now shared with his wife, thankful that the issue had been so easily resolved.

*****

The days of Summer flew by for the newly-weds and soon the warm shades of Fall filled the world Above.

Catherine often thought of the life she had left behind, but somehow, she only seemed to remember the things which annoyed her there. She remembered the fine drizzle, which soaked through almost to the bone with a damp persistence, grey days and dull mornings. The trees shedding their leaves in preparation for Winter, the decay all around her. And when Winter came with full force, she recalled the touch of its icy fingers. The intense cold which shortened the time she could spend on her balcony with Vincent. The long empty nights she slept alone. The year turned and Spring arrived, yet still she could find no joy in her heart for her old life. She brought to mind the promise of renewal in the green beginning to fill the world Above, but she desired only the promise in the depths of his bright blue eyes.

The sweltering Summer heat Above did not seep into the tunnels. They remained cool and comfortable. What memories the Summer held for Catherine. The air conditioning which always broke down when the temperature was at its highest, the noisy heat of the crowded streets, the fetid smell of garbage piled high in alleys. No, there was little in the heat of the city above her that she remembered with fondness.

Catherine knew there truly was nothing behind her which she longed for. No, her heart was here Below, safe in the keeping of the man she loved. There was nothing else she could ever want.

Vincent and Catherine's anniversary had come and gone, they started their second year together. The late Summer proved a difficult time for her family Below, as a collapse in the lower tunnels made many areas unstable. Vincent worked with the other men night and day for almost three months. As September neared its end, he announced that the danger was passed and their community would be safe from the heavy rain which the Fall and Winter often brought. Rain which usually caused some flooding and would have presented a threat if the lower levels were unstable. Again the community returned to its slow, steady pace and Catherine was content.

Catherine had missed Vincent's presence through the long days of Summer, days which seemed to trail on into eternity. Now he was back with her, she intended to make the most of their time together. The lantern stood sentinel many a night, as Vincent no longer crawled into his bed exhausted from the days heavy labour, and the tiredness of their spent bodies which carried them into sleep was a welcome one.

On the first of November, Catherine waited impatiently for Vincent to return from his watch. Even though it was three in the morning she could not sleep, the excitement bubbling away inside her denied all rest. Sitting in bed reading, yet not really concentrating on the words her eyes skimmed over, she tried to relax. Soft footfalls alerted her to his approach. The book was laid aside as her eyes fixed on the doorway.

"Still awake?" he asked as he entered.

"Mmm......... I couldn't seem to settle. There's too much running around in my mind at the moment." she told him.

Vincent threw his cloak over the chair and came to sit by her side. "Something is wrong?"

"No..... far from it........ What do you think of Amanda?"

He looked puzzled "Amanda? Who is Amanda?"

"No Vincent. What do you think of it as a name? Or perhaps Wendy?"

Gazing at her intently he asked, "Catherine where is all this leading?"

Catherine's eyes caught his watching for his response as she whispered, "I was trying to think of a suitable name for our daughter."

A sudden fire blazed, then hope, understanding, and finally intense joy. "Are you trying to tell me..............."

He couldn't bring himself to even whisper the word, for fear he might have misunderstood Catherine.

"Yes............ I think I'm pregnant," she announced with a wide grin.

"Pregnant..........., " he repeated, as if he needed to hear the word spoken again to give it reality.

Launching herself at him, Catherine wound her arms about his broad shoulders, fastening her fingers in his hair and hugged him tightly.

"Isn't it wonderful?"

Disentangling her hands from his hair, he rose from the bed and walked across the room. He said nothing. His hands closed over the back of his chair and he leaned forward letting them take the bulk of his weight. Still there were no words, Catherine waited, but he didn't move.

"Vincent?" Still no movement, no sign that he had heard her call his name. Again she ventured "Vincent?"

When he turned she read clearly the plethora of mixed, conflicting emotions which rushed through his mind, his heart. Clearly, Vincent was unsure as to how he felt about the news she had, so joyfully, given him. Slowly he walked back to her and resumed his place by her side.

"Vincent, what's wrong?" She asked.

"Everything and nothing, Catherine," he replied.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" she questioned.

"This news was............. unexpected Catherine. I'm afraid I need a little time to adjust."

"Vincent there's nothing to adjust to. How can you say it's unexpected? We've never taken any precautions to ensure we had no children. I thought you'd be as happy as I am when......." Catherine got no further, the tears streamed down her face. Tears which should have flowed from joy, not the hurt and anger she now felt.

Taking her into his arms Vincent rocked her gently whispering, "Don't Catherine...... please don't upset yourself. The news came as a surprise.......... Of course I'm pleased."

Pulling back she raised her eyes to his face. "No you're not, you're not even sure this is what you want are you? I do understand how you feel, believe me. Your fears are unfounded."

"Catherine........, you can't know how I feel about this. How can you............? You can't know what it's been like for me."

"Vincent, if I ask you a personal question will you answer me honestly?"

"How could you think I would not?"

"Will you?" she persisted.

"Yes...... of course I will."

"How many days of your life have you spent knowing that no-one loved you?"

Vincent cast her a puzzled glance. "I have known love all my life Catherine. Why?"

"Please, let me finish. Are you happy and loved now?"

The blue eyes softened. "More than I could have imagined."

"Would you exchange everything you have here, and my love, to be able to walk up there in the sunshine for the rest of your life?"

"No never!"

Catherine smiled sadly. "Yet you would refuse all the love and joy you have known to our child?"

"No."

"Vincent I believe in love, and I know that somewhere there will someone as special as you are for our daughter."

"Yes", he smiled. "Somewhere there will be a Catherine for our son!"

"Oh you've decided it's going to be a boy have you?" she teased, happy at the change in his tone.

"Of that I am certain, Catherine. Believe me, the child will be a boy."

Vincent rose from the bed and began to undress.

"You're still not really happy are you?"

"Just a little unsure that is all Catherine, but yes........ I am happy."

He climbed into bed, blew out the candle and took her into his arms. Snuggling into him she began to lay a trail of soft kisses around his neck, moving ever upwards to his face. By the time she reached his mouth, the ragged breathing told clearly of the effect she was having on him. Capturing his mouth with her own she poured all her love, all her joy, into his soul.

Vincent felt the power of all she held in her heart in that one long exchange. All his concerns and insecurities were washed away in the tidal flow of her desire. Thought left him, deserted him, abandoned him to the intensity of his passion for the woman who lay longingly in his arms. She waited for his possession, his love. She longed to feel the powerful thrusting of flesh within flesh and he could deny her nothing. For this was his need too. For the moment there was only his Catherine, his wife, his mate, and it was enough, more than enough. As he rolled over taking her with him to lie beneath the massive frame, the slender body moulded to his, as if they were a part of each other, a perfect fit. The thrill of their lovemaking led them to realms they had explored before, each time to pastures new, planes of passion to be explored and claimed in exotic climes.

Dawn broke above as they settled to sleep. Catherine curled into him small and vulnerable, Vincent's body encircled her in its protection and love. A new day was upon them, a day of promise and infinite possibilities.

*****

CHAPTER THREE

Life of my life, growing living child,

Infant yet to be born.

You are carried and nurtured and fed

Within a precious form.

My seed within her wondrous body

At last can breathe and live,

I thought she had given me everything,

That there was nothing else to give.

But now our life has a future

Beyond our given span.

One day our child shall carry our love

Into his world, a man.

Long after my love and I are dust

Our child will be the proof

That once we lived, and loved, and died,

And in our love dwelt truth.

- A.D.O.N

SUMMER - A BEAUTEOUS FLOWER

This bud of love,

By Summer's ripening breath,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   May prove a beauteous flower                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   When next we meet.

Romeo and Juliet - William Shakespeare

Catherine stood on the rocky ledge in the Whispering Gallery, with Vincent's cloak at her feet. The puzzled look on her face changed to one of horror, as he did a handstand then proceeded to handwalk across the old wooden bridge. She held her breath until he had reached the other side, turned, and returned to her side. Then she let out her breath and her temper with it.

"Just what do you think you are doing?" she demanded.

"A handstand, Devin and I used to challenge all the other children to cross the bridge on their hands, no-one else ever managed it."

"No, they all had more sense! Just because we are going to have a child of our own, you don't have to start behaving like one!"

"Do you know how I should behave? If you do then please tell me, it would be a great help."

"Vincent you're not taking this seriously." she came back at him.

"I do not feel.......serious, nor calm, nor adult. I feel.........like a child on Christmas eve, unable to settle, knowing the joys the next day will bring."

He took her into his arms, she wriggled in her annoyance.

"Well, Christmas is weeks away yet! And you're going to have to wait until June for your present!" He was told tartly.

Lowering his head to hers he took her lips in an exchange of such infinite tenderness her anger melted within its warmth, and he knew it had.

Gazing at her intently he asked. "When can we tell the others?"

Leaning into his hold, she whispered against his chest.

"I suppose you had better break the news right away, or they'll all think you've lost your reason, especially if you carry on doing stupid things like that." She shook her head and laughed as he released her and led her along the tunnel.

The picture of Vincent walking on his hands left her giggling now. Staid, sober, Vincent - how he had changed in the year and a half they had been married. Becoming a husband had changed him. She wondered just what lay ahead when he became a father too.

They traced old familiar paths, and Catherine knew they were heading for Father's chamber. He would be the first to know.

He too had changed since she had married Vincent and she delighted in his acceptance of her, even though it had been a reluctant one at first. Now he was like a father to her. She hoped he would be as happy with the news as they were.

At first Vincent had not been sure or confident, but her joy seemed somehow infectious and he appeared to be quickly wrapped in its power and enthusiasm. Now, he seemed as excited as she was, now he awaited the birth of his child with impatience.

The arm around her shoulder gave a gentle squeeze as they walked through the stone archway and into the cluttered chamber. Father was studying some large diagrams, so he did not hear them enter, yet he felt their presence and looked up wearily.

"William tells me you have managed to stop the water coming in, but that there is still quite a lot of repair work to do."

"That is so, but I would prefer you to put the plans aside for a moment. We have brought you some news."

Plans were abandoned as Father stood and waited for them to continue.

Catherine beamed at him. "Father, I think you had better sit down and make yourself comfortable." Picking up his cup he moved to the waiting chair and settled himself into its padded cushions.

Vincent looked first at his wife who giggled nervously, then at the chair's occupant. "Are you comfortable?" he asked. "I am told that grandfathers need a lot of rest."

The sound of breaking crockery filled the chamber as the cup fell from Father's hand, a shocked expression registered on his face.

Still giggling, Catherine bent to retrieve the broken pieces as she heard the muttered, "Grandfather?" echo in the silence, followed by a soft "When?". Kneeling before him she placed a reassuring hand on his knee and replied, "June." She glanced at Vincent and the anger building within him was obvious.

Father released the breath he had been holding and it came out more as a puff than a sigh. Ignoring her, he looked at his son.

"Your news has come as....... a surprise.... You must forgive me. I had not imagined........ not expected..... this!"

A sharp shaft of anger gleamed in Vincent's eyes. "Why not? Did you not think I was capable of fathering a child?" The barbed challenge came.

"Yes....... of course you are. I didn't mean....... Oh, I don't know what to think Vincent, I need time!" He shook his head.

Swiftly Vincent crossed the room,  taking hold of his wife's arm he pulled her to her feet.

"Father, time will change nothing. We had hoped you would share our happiness, greet our news with joy, as you would any other's Below. We cannot force your acceptance, but you will not lessen that which we hold in our heart by your rejection of our child!"

Before Father could even answer, Vincent swiftly led a tearful Catherine from the chamber.

Within the familiarity of their own chamber she calmed quickly, yet deep within there were fears which demanded recognition.

"He will get accustomed to the idea," she was told after a long silence, as the long fingers stroked her back.

Leaving his arms to sit on the bed she sighed, "Vincent you were too hard on him!"

"I was angry!" came the harsh reply.

"Why? Was it because he voiced your own fears?"

Averting his eyes from hers he bent his head, to gaze at the floor. "There were the words he did not speak."

"Words you have not spoken?" she asked, receiving no answer. "All right Vincent, so there is something you find painful to say, but you have to tell me." There was still no reply. "If you hold this to yourself it will become a wall between us, please!"

"Father is not worried about the child," he murmured.

"Then what is he worried about?" she persisted.

"Me!"

"You! I don't understand!"

Casting a pain-filled glance in her direction he sank into his chair. "He fears my reactions............ when the baby is born."

"And you hold the same fears?"

"Yes."

Tears stung her eyes again. "Vincent, do you love me?"

"More than life!"

"And are you happy with me?"

"More than I could ever express."

She nodded gently. "Don't you believe our child could be just as happy, whichever one of us it resembles?"

Banging his fist on the chair arm he jumped to his feet, "You still do not understand! Our child's outward appearance is not the problem!" he shouted at her.

"Then what is?" She shouted back.

"I am!" He told her angrily as he stormed out.

Catherine sat there confused and miserable. Unable to read his mind, the fears which haunted him would remain a mystery, until he chose to give them a voice. Curling on the bed she sobbed quietly until an exhausted and uneasy sleep gave her some release from her grief.

Vincent didn't return until the following morning. By that time Catherine had spoken to Father and between them they had built a picture of the terrors which still haunted him. As he entered the chamber his eyes were drawn to the large old bed in which she slept. The bed which had witnessed their very first lovemaking, felt the fury of their passion, the bed in which their child had probably been conceived and would be born.

He looked at his hands in horror, then folded them to tuck them away out of sight. How could he share this nightmare with her? How could he tell her this child she carried, with such hope in her heart, might put an end to all they had shared.

She stirred as she became aware of his presence, he turned to leave. "Vincent, don't go!" she pleaded. He stopped, but didn't turn to face her. Leaving the bed she walked up to him and pressed her body along the length of his back.

“Please Catherine, don't!" he begged, turning to find her completely naked. His eyes flew to her slightly rounded stomach, he stepped back, she followed wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

"You are going nowhere!" she told him. "Now you can either listen to what I'm going to say, or you can ignore me, but unless you are prepared to use your strength against me, I'm holding on."

Leading him over to the bed, they sat side by side, his dark cloak enfolding her in its welcome warmth.

Catherine took a deep breath. "When I lived Above, and someone hurt me or threatened me........what was your reaction?"

"You know what.....happened. You know what I am capable of."

"Vincent, you can't cope with my pain, can you?"

"No." A shudder ran through his body. She leaned across and wrapped her arms about his waist again.

"And my pain when our child is born?" she questioned. "What then Vincent?"

"I.... do not know," the fearful answer came.

"So you are afraid of what you might do?"

"Yes." The confession was torn from him.

"Father feared you might injure him or.......," she couldn't find the courage to continue.

"Or the child," he finished for her as tears spilled down his face, and sobs wracked his body.

"I could go away, too far away to return in time for the birth, but I would still be a part of all you experienced............. Even if I did that......., every time I looked at our child........, I might only remember..... your pain."

She held him tightly as his anguish poured forth in his tears and told him.

"Then we must find a way Vincent. We must talk to Peter. There are drugs, painkillers........."

"No!" he protested. There are many things I cannot take. We cannot be sure the child will not also be affected by them."

There was a long silence then, "Vincent there is another way."

"How?"

"A caesarean section."

He winced as he thought of the surgeon's steel cutting into her beautiful body "No," he whispered softly.

"Yes!" she replied with a determination which shook him. "I'm going to ask Peter whether you agree or not........ Well, will you see him with me?"

No words were spoken, but the slight movement of his great head indicated his agreement. As she lifted his face she saw that peace had returned to his troubled spirit, yet the pain still echoed within the deep blue eyes.

Placing a gentle kiss on his lips, she felt his arm tighten around her, a second exchange was inevitable, and a third, then she laid back against the pillows taking him with her. For a long time she lay holding him close until the thin skeins of need built to a desire which engulfed them both.

The gentle nuzzling became an impassioned demand for more. Sitting up he removed his cloak, then his clothing quickly followed to lie in disarray by the side of the bed. Strong, knowing hands caressed her body with a firm touch, igniting fires which blazed now with wanton desperation. Reaching her waist he placed the long fingers around it and saw just how much she had filled out. In wonder his hands trailed over her stomach to the cluster of light brown curls. Gently, fingers probed and stroked, followed by a mouth which quickly built within her the need for a deeper, more satisfying penetration than his tongue could offer.

Since they had first realised the precious burden she carried, he had refused to allow any of his weight to rest on her body, afraid of causing some injury or damage. He pulled her to the edge of the bed where he knelt between her parted thighs. Again his mouth descended, to sink its messenger of love into her heated depths time and time again, as his hands caressed and coaxed her.

She knew he would wait until the last possible moment to fill her body with his own. The ferocity of their lovemaking also placed a fear in his heart. He would only complete their joining as their climax neared. His hardening erection demanded the same ecstatic thrusting her body craved. Catherine was already shuddering with the impending force of her release as he swiftly put an end to their waiting. Then he filled her flesh just as completely as he filled her heart and soul. His body jerked with the intensity of his climax, and he fought for breath. Now the ferocity of their initial joining was behind them, he could love her in a gentler way. moving her back onto the length of the bed, he joined her there, and the loveplay began.

*****

The winter was long past, and the spring was at its close as Catherine slept in his hold. There was a freak heatwave in the city above, its oppression seeping into the tunnels. She slept naked in his arms, he watched fascinated as the tiny child moved within her. From nowhere a feeling of panic overwhelmed him, he knew it came from the child. Catherine began to stir and he called her from her sleep.

"Catherine, wake up!"

A groggy face turned to him. "What?"

"Something is wrong," he replied.

"Wrong? What's happened?"

"Something is wrong with the baby!"

She looked shocked. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." He sighed. "I'm going for Father!"

Moments later, the two men returned. Catherine felt a little bewildered as everything felt fine and she had over a month to go yet. The baby just seemed much more active than usual.

But a brief examination from Father confirmed Vincent's fears. The baby's heartbeat was fast and irregular, there were signs of distress.

"Carry her to the hospital chamber Vincent, I will send for Peter and wake Mary."

As Vincent carried her through the complex tunnels Catherine could hear the urgent message relayed along the pipes from one station to another, on to the outpost nearest Peter, where a sentry would go Above for him.

As they reached their destination, he laid her gently on the bed then sat at her side to take her in his arms.

"Try not to worry," he whispered, as his mouth took hers in a brief kiss of reassurance. "I shall be with you my love, whatever happens."

Father limped into the room quickly followed by Mary who was still fastening her blouse. Every few minutes Father would cease his agitated pacing to listen to the baby's heart. After what seemed a lifetime Peter rushed in to take charge. A thorough examination took place, then he turned to a sea of anxious faces.

"Well, all the weeks of debate about this birth were wasted. We have no choice."

"A section?" Father asked wearily.

“Yes, the baby is quite distressed. It's a good job we prepared everything so early, unless this young woman will change her mind and let me take her Above?"

Catherine shook her head and held out her hand to Vincent who had been quietly leaning against the wall. "

No!" he said "Only if there is any serious danger. We agreed."

Peter watched as Vincent sat on the side of the bed to take her hand in his own then replied, "As I told you, there is always some danger with any surgical procedure, and this is major surgery. I will do my best, for all three of you, you know that."

Quickly, but with no signs of haste, everything was made ready. Once the anaesthetic took effect Vincent was ushered from the room. Outside in the passage he found Pascal waiting.

"I am waiting for news," he explained.

"Me too," Vincent told him.

The two friends stood in silence drawing strength from each other, still the time dragged as the waiting stretched on into eternity. Pascal noticed how distracted Vincent was, and put it down to concern for Catherine. He had no knowledge of the tiny stabs of fear which seeped into him from the child who was about to be born.

Suddenly, the huge frame stretched to its full height as a look of relief and joy came into the bright blue eyes.

"Are congratulations in order?" Pascal asked.

"It would seem so." Vincent replied just before the tiny wail filled the air. He could wait no longer. He walked back into the chamber just as the two men were finishing off. Father looked up from his patient.

"How is she Father?"

"Catherine is fine. She will sleep for a short while yet, but all is well."

A sigh of relief, then a smile, then, "How is my son?"

"You knew it would be a boy?" The older man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. How is he?"

"See for yourself." Mary suggested as she crossed the room to place the small well-wrapped form in his arms.

Lost for words at the precious gift he held, Vincent walked over to the bed where the two men had finished their work and sat beside his sleeping wife. Mary's eyes filled with tears as Vincent bent to brush the softest of kisses, first on his son's head, then on Catherine's. Father, Peter and Mary looked back and forth at each other with the distinct feeling that they were intruding on a few special moments the new family should share.

As Catherine stirred, Father spoke, "Er......., we will wait outside........... I think you would prefer to be alone with her when she wakes."

The gentle whisper was almost lost in the silence. "Yes......., thank you Father, ....... all of you. Thank you..... for everything."

Groaning, she lifted her hand to her head, giving him a groggy stare. Focusing on his eyes, the room stopped spinning and she smiled at him.

"Vincent?"

"Yes, I am here, just as I promised I would be."

"The baby?"

"Our son is well and strong, do you wish to hold him?"

Green eyes danced as the small bundle was handed to her. She struggled to sit up, and was treated to a disapproving glance from her husband. "You are not to sit up, not yet awhile." He lay their son on the bed between them.

"Vincent!" she exclaimed "Isn't he wonderful?"

"And so tiny, so fragile. A small flower of great beauty in the garden of life. He truly is formed of perfection, not yet grown, yet he is the promise of the future."

"Well, unless we can come to some agreement, this young man is going to grow into the future nameless." she teased. "The only name we could agree on was a girls name, you seemed quite happy with whatever name I wanted."

"Yes, you are right," he said, steering her away from a subject he didn't want to pursue. "We should decide."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    "I still think Jacob. After your Father," She told him.

"I still think Charles after your Father," he answered.

They both smiled, realising they would have to look for another.

Catherine suggested, "Perhaps a name from something we have read, something special."

"Like Dracula?" he teased.

She giggled, then realised that laughter and stitches do not agree with each other. "I know!" she said, "Pip! Remember the first book we shared, it was 'Great Expectations' and that's just what our son was. So why not Pip? I always had a soft spot for him."

"Catherine, you intend to name our son Pip?"

She gave him a simple tap on the arm, "No silly, it would be Philip!"

Vincent nodded in agreement. At this moment in time he would have agreed to anything. Young Philip Wells decided he was hungry, and the sound of his crying brought the 'medical team' back into the chamber.

"He certainly has a good pair of lungs." Father really sounded pleased.

"Have you held him yet Father?" Vincent asked.

"No, but I was rather busy when he made his debut."

Strong, adoring hands lifted the child from the bed, and placed the tenderest of kisses on the soft blond hair....... Slowly, he walked across the floor to stand before his father offering him the small bundle, as he did so he said almost in a whisper, "Philip Wells, this is your Grandfather!"

The older man raised his eyebrows at their choice of name, he couldn't understand why it had been chosen, no-one could. Their reason remained a mystery, perhaps a few guessed, everyone called him Philip, except Catherine. For the rest of her life, until the day she died, she always called him Pip.

*****

CHAPTER FOUR

SUMMER

Above, the Summer sun beats down,

hot upon the earth.

Here, Below, I walk the Tunnels,

as one caught in a dream.

Yet I dream not.

And in my arms, a miracle cries it's hungry call.

I have a son.

A promise is fulfilled.

Now in her arms, at her breast,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                lies my immortality.

- Sandra M Deville

TWIXT SUMMER AND AUTUMN

The old order changeth, yielding place to new,                                                                                                                                                                                                                 And God fulfils himself in many ways

- Alfred Lord Tennyson

The years had been good to Vincent and Catherin. Their son Philip grew healthy, strong, and a source of joy to all Below. When the time came for him to begin his formal education, Catherine found it difficult to let him go to live with one of the helpers, even if only for five days a week. She missed him so much, but he missed her and his Father too. He was almost 12 before he stopped coming Below almost every night to spend some time with them.

"A girl friend? What does he mean he's got a girl friend? He's only 12!" Catherine exclaimed.

"Catherine!" Father admonished. "Don't get so anxious. He's a very mature boy and it was inevitable that he would meet some girl above who would take his fancy."

"Take his fancy! At 12!" she snorted.

Vincent shook his head and repressed a grin. "How old were you when you first realised that being with boys was far more interesting than spending time with your parents?"

"That's got nothing to do with it!" she excused.

Father's laughter turned to coughing and Catherine feared he would choke.

She couldn't resist a smile herself and admitted "I suppose I was about.............12."

"So we know now that he takes after his mother," Vincent joked. "He can't be taking after me.......... I was at least 14!"

Catherine cast a helpless look at Father who, between the bursts of laughter and the coughing, explained," Vincent was a late developer!"

Vincent blushed as Catherine gazed at him with amusement and agreed. "Yes, very late!"

Jane, who young Philip swore he would love forever, passed out of favour about a month later. She was replaced by a string of others. Philip Wells was a very popular child and, as he matured, became a very popular young man.

It was some years later, and to Father's great joy, that Philip announced he had decided to become a doctor. Catherine was apprehensive at her son moving away from New York, but she loved him too much to stand in his way. Philip never missed a holiday and came home at every opportunity. On one of these visits, he met Ruth. Ruth and Philip formed an instant bond, based on the fact that they were both born on the same day. However Philip never let her forget that he was the elder, even if only by ten minutes.

Ruth had come to live Below two months after her 19th birthday and a week after Philip's visit. She had managed to exist on the streets of New York for almost three years. Then she had met the inevitable pimp who wanted to put her 'to work'. Resisting his attempts had resulted in a severe beating, one she would have died from if it hadn't have been for Mouse.

Out foraging for bits and pieces one night, he had found her in a workman's hut. Ruth was terrified of Mouse, something he couldn't understand. Yet he did not run away and he stayed with her for hours as she drifted in and out of consciousness. As dawn approached, he knew he could stay Above no longer, yet he was unwilling to leave her to the tender mercies of the Topsiders. Finally, he persuaded her to go home with him, half carrying, half dragging, he managed to get her Below. Once in the safety of the tunnels the strength he had found left him. "Ruth stay here....... go get help."

"NO.... don't leave me!" she pleaded frightened and unsure of what would happen to her.

With a supreme effort, Mouse managed to get her down two levels and into a passage where there were pipes. He sent out a summons for help much to Ruth's alarm. She was regaining control of herself now and realised the danger she was in. Looking at the strange man, she worried anew. He seemed of indeterminable age, but she guessed mid-50s. There were some signs of grey in the thinning bright gold hair.

His clothing was worse than her own, worn and patched, old and new mingled together, he seemed to lack the ability to communicate well, yet the intelligence in his eyes was plain to see. Mouse, he told her his name was. What kind of a name was that for anyone? And here she was, with this strange man, beneath the streets of the city, God only knew where! Now he was banging on old water pipes telling her this would bring help, what had she let herself in for?

The sound of voices broke into her thoughts, a man and a woman if she wasn't mistaken. Round the corner they came with slow steps. The old man limped, the woman was bent slightly, but she could see little else as the light was behind them. As they neared the detail became clearer. The couple, she assumed to be Mouse's parents, were quite old, well into their 70s and maybe older than that. But there was such an air of tranquillity and warmth radiating from them, she found her fear dissolving.

She knew she had been right in her assumption about the relationship between Mouse and this couple when Mouse called the old man Father. From the old man, she discovered the woman was called Mary. Together they examined her, and with undeniable skill they set about some temporary first aid. Mary explained that the bad cut on the side of her face needed dressing and this would, for the moment, mean bandaging over her eyes as well.

She agreed, feeling nothing but trust for this kind and gracious lady. When it had been done, she felt helpless and began to panic. Mary calmed her fears as she heard the tapping start on the pipes near her head, then the echo of someone else answering.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"There's no reason to worry." The old man assured her. "My son is coming to help get you to the hospital chamber."

"Oh," was all she said, because she could think of nothing else. Her mind spun round and round. A hospital chamber? This was getting more and more ridiculous by the minute. Ruth was sure she would wake up to find this all a result of the blow to her head. So, convinced that this was anything but reality, she lay back and waited for Mouse's brother to arrive.

"I understand I am needed Father?" The soft voice filtered through the bandages.

Ruth knew this was the other son, as the voice was new. Tt was a voice which made her want to tear off the bandages to look at it's owner........... What sort of a man would have a voice like that? she mused, then thought........ a man found only in dreams, or someone's sick imaginings.

"Yes, Vincent........ we need to get this young woman to the hospital chamber."

Without a word the strong arms lifted her from the ground and began to carry her along. 'Vincent'. she thought, 'his name's Vincent'. The strength she felt cradling her was undeniable. He was a big man, strong, and with a voice the like of which she had never heard. His hair was long, her fingers had threaded through its thick, soft, length when she was taken into his hold.

Before long she felt herself being lowered onto a bed, and the woman's hands began to unwrap the bandages. As they fell from her face, she looked around for Vincent, but he had gone. All her questions were skilfully evaded and about an hour later, feeling much more comfortable, she drifted off again into sleep.

During the two weeks she lay in that bed recovering, she found out the reality of the community living beneath the city. She came to know the love given so readily each to the other, and found, for the first time in her life, unconditional acceptance.

By the end of the fortnight, she knew her life would be lived out here. Her own world held nothing but bitterness and rejection. She had the power, at last, to control her destiny and the decision was easy to make. There was only one thing which niggled away in the back of her mind, since the day she had been brought Below. No one had mentioned Vincent! All her enquiries had been politely pushed aside. Everyone was so evasive whenever she tried to ask about him. But whatever they were trying to hide from her, she was determined to find the truth.

The opportunity presented itself far sooner than expected, and the provider was Mouse. Ruth had only seen Mouse once since he had been involved in her rescue, and then Mary had been present when he came. This time she was alone. The beaming child-like face appeared round the opening to the chamber, and she called him in.

"Sit down Mouse, I'm so happy to see you, I've not had chance to thank you properly."

He shuffled from one foot to the other looking very embarrassed. "Can't stop.......busy..... going up top, things to do, things to get."

"I see, do you go up there often?" she asked.

"Try to....... Mouse very careful....... go up top when Vincent's on sentry....... best time then," he confided in a conspiratorial whisper.

"Why is it the best time when Vincent's taking the watch?" she probed.

"Mouse goes up....... sentry sends message on pipes...... Mouse Above again.......... Father gets worried, angry......."

Ruth laughed at Mouse's impersonation of a flustered and angry Father.

"Vincent sees Mouse go....... Be careful Mouse he says, but.... no message........ no trouble."

"I see, he keeps your trips up there a secret does he?"

"Vincent and Mouse friends....... Keep each others secrets."

Ruth smiled at the infectious enthusiasm coming from the man who had rescued her. "Then you'd better go...... if you've such a busy night."

"You look better," he said as he turned to leave. "Glad I found you"

"So am I Mouse......... So am I."

The moment he had gone, Ruth got out of the bed and put her slippers on. She knew there wouldn't be time to get anything else on, so she grabbed the quilt off the bed and wrapped it around her as she left the chamber.

If Mouse was going above because Vincent was patrolling the tunnels then he would lead her to the man she sought. Ruth had thought it would be hard to follow Mouse and not be seen, but, as he chatted away to himself, he appeared unaware of her presence. Her only hope was that she could find her way back, not having left the hospital chamber, she was ignorant of the size of the labyrinth.

Eventually, she followed him to an iron grill which led out of the complex. It was no use following him, for the world he had gone into held no interest for her. She was sure that whoever this Vincent was. He was not to be found Above. She had missed him and she had to accept the fact. Cautiously, she retraced her steps feeling quite relieved when she recognised the spiral stair case. As she reached the top, there was a movement in the shadows.

"Why did you follow Mouse?" The soft question came.

"Vincent!" she exclaimed. "I was looking for you."

"Then you have found that which you seek.......... I understood you had been told to stay in bed."

"Do you always do as you're told?" she challenged. Ruth heard it then, a soft laugh almost indistinguishable from the faint noise of the wind in tunnels further away. "No I didn't think you did either."

"But you still need to rest..........."

She was just about to climb the rest of the way, in order to see the face which was hidden from her, the face she was sure was as beautiful as the voice when another voice was heard calling his name.

"I'm here Catherine......... It would appear our sick guest has decided to ignore Father's instructions and walk the tunnels."

"Boy are you in for it if he finds out," The blond woman who emerged from the shadows told her. Ruth recognised Catherine at once although she had only seen her on two occasions, and then only briefly.

"Catherine.....," Ruth said. "What are you doing here?"

Catherine's arms went round the man in the shadows. "Looking for my husband........ and I've found him...... I should ask what you're doing here."

"I was looking for Vincent too," she admitted.

Gazing into the darkness Catherine teased, "Aren't you the popular one then?"

"It would appear that I am," Vincent admitted. "Why did you come looking for me Ruth?"

"Because I don't like mysteries Vincent. Whenever I've mentioned your name the subject's been changed........ I wanted to know why."

Catherine walked down the iron steps and sat down. Ruth sat on the step above her, waiting to hear what Catherine had to say.

"Ruth.........,” she began. "This is never easy, no matter how many times I go through this, it's just as difficult. Perhaps I'd better try and explain by telling you about the first time I saw Vincent, well over 20 years ago. My father was a very wealthy man, and I lived a life of luxury Above, I wanted for nothing. One night I went to a party with my boyfriend Tom, we had a few words and I left early. I was trying to get a taxi when this man came up to me and offered to help.   ….........

“When I realised how much I'd hurt him I wanted to die. Thinking back, I'm sure it was more a reaction to my face than to his."

"But you came back............ you married him?"

"Yes.......... This is the only place we can be together, there's nowhere else for him.......... or me." Catherine told her.

Ruth stood and faced the darkness, knowing he was still there. Slowly she began to climb the iron steps wondering what she would find at the top. Vincent stayed away from the light as she neared, but she would have none of it. She moved passed him into the tunnel beyond where the light was good.

"Turn around Vincent," she said. Slowly he turned. First Ruth saw the light highlighting the rich shades of his hair, gold and silver mingled together. Then she saw his hands, the light reflecting off the long curved claws, she held her breath. As his face met hers she let the breath go.

"Where did you come from?" she exclaimed. There was no answer only a slight expression of pain in the bright blue eyes. "From what Catherine said, I thought you were deformed in some way....... but you're not. Whatever God created you...... he meant you to look exactly as you do. Are there more.......... like you down here?"

Vincent smiled. No....... I know of no other....... like me."

"Well that's hardly surprising, we're ten a penny...... You're definitely a one off!"

"Isn't he just," Catherine cut in. "And he's my one off!"

Vincent seemed embarrassed and he lowered his head. The two women laughed, and the tension of the moment was gone.

Glad of an opportunity to change the subject Vincent said, "If there is nothing further........... I have work to do. Perhaps Catherine could take you back to the hospital chamber Ruth. I would not wish you to loose your way."

"Yes...... thank you. It would be a help."

Bending, Vincent placed a gentle kiss on Catherine's forehead, then turned to leave. Ruth felt the warmth of Catherine's arm slide round her back and the two women stood watching in admiration as he strode away from them.

"Come on......... let's get you back before 'Mother Hen' starts to panic."

Ruth was surprised to find out how far she had walked when she followed Mouse. By the time the Hospital Chamber was reached, she was exhausted. Catherine helped her into bed and it was five years later that Father found out how disobedient his patient had been.

In those five years Philip qualified, and fell head over heels in love with Ruth. Yet he had told no-one, not even the woman he loved, of the depth of his feelings. Catherine had made a rare trip Above for the 'great occasion'. Father was not well enough, his failing health was a concern to all. Vincent spent the time of Catherine's absence working in the lower tunnels. His excuse was searching for new water supplies. Everyone knew the real reason for his foray away from his family. they shared the sorrow he carried, that he would not be with Catherine to celebrate their son's achievement.

There were few times in Vincent's life when he truly regretted his inability to share events in the world Above, but this was one which lay as a great burden on the broad shoulders. He felt better alone, he didn't have to pretend, didn't have to hear his family and friends express their sorrow, for he carried too much of his own.

*****

When Catherine returned with Philip, the tunnels resounded with the news. She smiled as she heard the messages Jamie sent. She was becoming quite proficient, but she lacked the fluid genius of Pascal, her teacher. Suddenly the style changed. It was Pascal, impatient with the speed and accuracy of his pupil he had taken over. 'Poor Jamie' she thought, 'Pascal's getting so impatient, and he's such a perfectionist......... Jamie will never satisfy him, no matter how skilled she becomes.'

Everyone turned out to greet Philip's homecoming, as the pipes rang out their joyful message, Vincent came along the tunnel towards them.

“Father!" Philip held out his arms and Vincent welcomed him with a bear-hug.

"It is good to see you," Vincent told him.

"It's good to be home."

The three walked along the tunnels until they reached Father's Chamber, then they went inside. Philip cast a worried glance at his mother when he saw how frail his grandfather had become. She shook her head.

"Grandfather! It's so good to see you."

"We've been waiting all day for your return. I cannot remember such excitement.......... not since the first day you made an appearance Below."

"And now I'm the star attraction again," he joked.

"It would appear you are." Vincent said proudly.

Philip turned to his parents, "Where's Ruth?"

Catherine laughed. "I wondered how long you'd wait."

"Well........... where is she?"

Vincent walked down the short flight of steps to place his arm around his son's shoulders.

"Living above I had assumed you would have learned how long women take to dress for a special occasion."

He threw an accusing glance at his wife.

"Vincent Wells, that's fighting talk!" The great head lowered and moved from side to side as he hid his laughter. Then, slowly, he raised it, bright blue eyes caught Catherine's sending messages only she understood. The challenge was there, she read it clearly and, with the same clarity she sent the word 'later' into his heart.

Everyone jumped as Jamie burst into the chamber. "Catherine, quick! We've got a disaster!" She pulled Catherine's arm.

Vincent turned "What has happened?"

"Not you...... Catherine........ come on!" She tugged again and the two women disappeared.

The three men exchanged puzzled glances, then Vincent smiled as he felt the assurance that all was well from his wife.

"There is no cause for concern." The soft voice told them. "There is no danger, merely something which Catherine is needed for."

"Probably lost a hairbrush." Father grumbled. "I must have a word with the child, she should not run around frightening everyone like that!"

"Father......., Jamie ceased to be a child about 25 years ago."

"If she behaves as a child, she cannot complain if she is treated like one!" He was not happy.

Philip still looked confused, and Vincent just smiled at the thought of Father, or anyone for that matter, chastising Jamie. The only person who seemed able to criticise her was Pascal. She showed endless patience when working in the pipe chamber, but little elsewhere. When she had announced she wanted to learn the codes which resounded both news and warnings throughout the world Below, no-one had taken her seriously, no-one except Pascal.

Many years ago, he had returned from the rescue, which had taken Winslow's life, with a new respect for Jamie, and he knew she would finish anything she had committed herself to. So, much to everyone's surprise, Pascal began to train her to the most vital role in the community. Vincent's mind wandered amongst these thoughts for some time.

A short distance away, Catherine was soothing the taught nerves that Ruth's broken zip had caused.

"There's nothing we can do with it right now, so tears won't help Ruth," she said calmly.

"But I'd saved this dress specially for Philip's homecoming!" she agonised.

"Then you'll have to wear something else."

"I've not got anything else like this....... it's my best dress!" She was near to tears again.

Catherine thought for a moment.An idea came to mind. "Would you like to borrow my red dress?"

"It's new........ you've only worn it once."

"I know......... but Philip's never seen it has he?" Ruth's eyes filled with tears again but, this time, the tears were not indicators of her sorrow. "Jamie....... will you bring it for me. It's in the closet next to the bookcase?"

Jamie looked reluctant but, without a word she left, and Catherine began to work on Ruth's hair.

Philip began to pace silently in Father's chamber, a habit, his mother insisted, he had picked up from his father. Vincent, still lost in his remembrances barely noticed the rhythmic movements of his son. Father had dozed off in the chair, his laboured breathing the only sound which disturbed the tranquillity. Suddenly Vincent's reverie ceased and he lifted his eyes to his son.

"Catherine is returning, and she is not alone."

"Is Ruth with her?" Philip asked.

"I believe she is," he was told

Within moments Catherine walked into the chamber followed closely by Ruth and Jamie. Vincent exchanged a knowing glance with his wife as they watched the young couple's reaction to each other. Philip stood quite still, staring at Ruth who began to blush under his scrutiny. She walked down the steps and stopped in front of Philip, they just looked at each other, unsure what to say.

"Hello," Philip said, then felt foolish that he hadn't thought of something better to say.

"Hello," she replied feeling just as uncomfortable, but managed to add, "Welcome home."

Jamie came the their rescue. "Well, stranger, it's good to have you back. I understand there's going to be a bit of a party later?"

Philip smiled. "You should know......... I heard you spreading the news."

"Me.......when?" she pretended not to understand his meaning.

"On the pipes earlier.......... it was you wasn't it?"

"How did you know?"

"You make the odd mistake......... Pascal never does," he teased.

"We can't all be perfect."

"I'd noticedm" he was still teasing.

Jamie flew down the steps and thumped him in the chest, everyone laughed at his antics as he grasped his chest and staggered around the room.

"Don't take out the guest of honour before the party starts," Catherine told her with a smile.

Philip joined in. "If you injure me you won't be able to go ahead with the party and think of the terrors of William's wrath.

Jamie raised her eyes to heaven in a jovial plea, and the ensuing laughter woke Father.

"Er........... what....... Oh I must have dozed off for a moment or two............ what time is it?"

"Time you got ready for the party, Father," Catherine said. "We'd all better get moving." She turned to Ruth. "Philip hasn't seen all the preparations in the Great Hall. Perhaps you'd like to take him down and let him have a sort of sneak preview before the rush?"

"Yes........... I'd like that," he said simply.

Ruth needed no further encouragement.She took Philip's hand and led him from the chamber. The others also departed, to prepare for the night's celebrations.

Lit by a single candle, the Great Hall had been abandoned. Everything was ready and, as Philip lit two other candles, he saw it looked quite festive.

"Everyone's gone now," Ruth said. "They're probably getting ready."

"I'm glad we're alone, I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?"

"About my future............. I've got a big decision to make."

"Have you?"

"You know I have. All these years, it's been easy to put it off, deciding what I'm going to do with the rest of my life. I've been offered a good post in Tulsa, it's everything a newly qualified doctor could want........."

"But?" She asked knowing there was a but in his tone.

"But am I going to take it? That's the question. I know no-one here is going to put any pressure on me to stay, yet I know how much I'm going to be needed here."

"We'll manage Philip, we always have."

"With Peter Alcott gone and Father's health in the state it's in? How long are you going to manage?"

"You shouldn't let that influence you."

"No I shouldn't, that is not the biggest problem. You are!" There he thought, at last it's out!

"Me?"

"Yes........... you. Would you like to go back to live Above?"

"I don't think so, why?"

"Because I want to be wherever you are.......... will you marry me?"

Ruth was completely overwhelmed by his words. She had longed, so many times, to hear him speak those three words, now he had, she was speechless.

"If you can't give me your answer now...... don't........, I can wait, but please don't make me wait too long."

Her voice returned to her control. "Why do you want to marry me Philip?"

"Isn't that obvious?" he asked shyly.

"No.......... In all these years you've never said anything that might lead me to think you'd propose."

"What I feel is not easy to put into words."

Astonished at her own boldness she told him, "I've loved you from the first time we met......... and I will probably love you for the rest of my life. But unless you feel the same way about me, the answer's got to be no."

"But if I do feel the same?"

"Then you know what my answer will be. But you've got to be sure."

Philip breathed a sigh of relief. "I was afraid it might be one-sided. Of course I love you, I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't."

"Then....... yes.......... I can think of no-one else I would want to spend the rest of my life with."

Wrapping his arms around her he said, "Ruth, do you realise I've never even kissed you?"

"Yes."

"I think we have got a lot of catching up to do."

As his head descended and his lips found hers the three candles fluttered then went out leaving them in total darkness. In the darkness Vincent smiled. He had slipped in through great doors, letting in the wind which had extinguished the candles. He saw the first tender exchange between his son and the woman he would call daughter. As silently as he had entered, Vincent left and returned to his chamber where Catherine was putting the finishing touches to her make-up.

"Forgotten something?" she asked.

"No.........., I found myself intruding on a very private moment."

"Do tell me more."

"I did say it was a private moment. I merely came upon them by accident."

"Who?"

"You will not rest until you have the whole story will you?"

"No............ So give!"

"I am prepared to say nothing, except your fears that our son would desire to live Above may be completely unfounded."

"Ruth?" she asked.

"Ruth," he confirmed.

"I knew it!"

"I think everyone knew."

"Except Pip and Ruth............ I can't wait until......"

"Catherine!" he admonished softly. "They will tell us in their own time. You should not interfere."

"But I only wanted to ask....."

"No......... Remember how you felt about Father's interference?"

"That was different, he wanted to part us."

"Interference is still interference whatever the motive. Surely you do not need to be reminded that love has a way of arranging things without hindrance or help?"

"I suppose you're right......... I just want him to be happy."

"I know, but they have to make their own decisions, just as we did."

"I hope it doesn't take him as long as it took you!"

"Catherine, it will take.......... as long as it takes. Now, are you ready?"

She stood and turned full circle. "Will I do?"

"For what?" he teased.

"For the party." She gave him a prod in the ribs. Enfolding her in his arms he lowered his head to kiss her. "Don't! You'll ruin my make-up and crease my dress."

"Surely one kiss could not do so much damage?" he protested.

"One kiss wouldn't, but one kiss usually leads on to another then.............. Well, we both know what happens then don't we?"

Vincent laughed and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Then he drew his head back to look at her. "It is time we left."

Together they made their way to the celebration, and a night of great joy for all Below. The party was a huge success.

William had, somehow, managed to get two dozen bottles of wine. No-one asked where they had come from especially when it was revealed that Mouse had brought them down a few nights before.

Around 10 o'clock, silence was called for and Father made his speech congratulating Philip on his achievement and welcoming him back home. There were calls for a reply from the whole assembly so, there being no way out of it, Philip stood to speak.

"This has been a wonderful night and to complete it, I have two announcements to make. The first is that I've decided to live Below."

Everyone was thrilled at this piece of news, some clapped others cheered, eventually the young man had to hold his hand up to restore silence.

"The other piece of news is far more important, to me at least. Earlier this evening I asked Ruth if she would become my wife and she said yes."

This time everybody cheered, and there were a few tears shed too. Catherine hugged Vincent then Philip and Ruth, and then proceeded to hug just about everyone else. She was so happy she felt as if she was going to burst.

The young couple were surrounded by a host of well-wishers and it was almost midnight before the guests began to trickle away. By the time Vincent and Catherine returned to their chamber it was well past one. Too excited to sleep, Catherine sat before the mirror in her dressing-gown taking her make-up off and brushing her hair. "How long do you think they'll wait?" she asked.

"I have no idea."

"Well I don't think it will be a long wait do you?"

"No......... Catherine do you intend to sit there all night or are you coming to bed?"

She turned to find Vincent already undressed and in bed. The usual book was missing from his hands, but she was not surprised considering the late hour.

"Are you complaining?" she challenged.

"Perhaps I am........ but it is very late."

"Yes it is, but I just can't settle....... I'm so excited I don't think I'm going to find sleep easy."

"I was not planning on sleeping myself."

"Vincent!"

“Catherine?" The blue eyes twinkled mischievously. "Are you complaining?"

"Definitely................not."

She walked over to the bed. Vincent threw the covers back and she gazed at his naked body. She thought back to all the clothing he used to wear, even in bed, but that had changed when their lives had so many years ago. An old familiar ache washed over her, time had changed many things, but not her reactions to him.

In Catherine's eyes, he was the man she had married 24 years ago. Her eyes were blind to the silver hair mingled with the gold she loved. She had not noticed the changing shape of his still powerful body as middle age had set in, refused to acknowledge that age had marked him just as it had marked others.

But to be fair, Vincent suffered from the same blurring of vision where his wife was concerned. To him she was, as she would always be, as young and lovely as the day she had become his wife. Nothing would change that, nothing ever could.

Slowly, his hand reached out capturing hers, a gentle tug was all that was needed to draw her to him, and into their bed. Thick blue towelling parted beneath his fingers, to stroke the soft skin of Catherine's shoulders. Down her arms the fabric crept until she was freed of its confining warmth. He gloried in the texture beneath his work callused hands, so smooth it reminded him of the silk she always wore next to her skin when she lived Above. As his mouth followed his hands a warm blush spread across her body, a colour no silk could imitate.

Catherine giggled as he gently captured her ear with his teeth, she felt as if her soul was melting, as he whispered "I love you." before his mouth moved down her neck then on to her breasts. How she adored the feel of his lips on her skin, the gently grazing teeth, the warm textured tongue and, as always, she burned as she lay beneath him.

"Vincent!" she pleaded when she could stand this exquisite torture no longer.

Breathlessly she begged him to end her waiting, yet prayed the wonders she was experiencing would never end. But her pleas went unanswered until his mouth had covered every inch of her body and he had reached her toes. Then he sat back on his heels between her legs, the intensity in his gaze taking all speech from her.

Strong hands closed around her hips as, wordlessly, he pulled her down the bed towards him. Vincent's heart constricted with joy as they joined, and he heard the soft sigh which escaped her lips, a sigh he had come to know so well over the years. He watched as the long lashes fluttered then veiled her eyes and the rhythm began. Every movement, every reaction of her body to his delighted him as she lay under his watchful eyes.

He could never find the words to tell her of the joy he found in this observation, yet his desire to feel her body against him was powerful and demanding. Moving his hands to her waist he lifted her from the bed towards him, their joining gathering momentum with the touch of flesh against flesh.

Catherine's arms wound around his neck as he lifted her to rest against him. Tightly she clung to him as the pace quickened, wanting to loose herself in the feel of him. On and on the sensual tempo drove them until, at last, their shared release took them from the frantic dance of love into the quiet stillness of completeness. Hands held her, strong adoring hands, as they stroked the long supple back, then slowly lowered her onto the bed.

There he joined her. Pulling the covers over them both, he lay behind her, his long body surrounding her in a cocoon of contentment. Wordless and silent as the world around them, together they slipped into the gentle hold of sleep.

*****

The days hurried by, with the hasty preparation for the wedding which took place only a month after Philip's return. William complained bitterly, at first, about the short notice he had been given to organise another party. But, once the helpers Above began sending down their gifts of provisions, he began to show signs of excitement.

There was to be a simple ceremony Below in the afternoon, just as Catherine and Vincent had pledged themselves each to the other. But during the morning of that same day, in the world Above, they would be formally pronounced husband and wife.

At first this had not been considered but, as Vincent pointed out, Philip and Ruth might want to live Above at some point in the future, and any documents which the Topsiders considered legal were well worth having. Reluctantly the couple agreed and arrangements were made.

Everyone knew the source of the young couple's hesitancy to get married Above - this was another milestone Vincent could not share. As they didn't consider this short legal ceremony their `real' wedding, a very small party gathered to witness the vows they exchanged. But, that afternoon, the Great Hall was crowded as friends and family met to wish them well in their future together. The following celebration was one that would be remembered for many years to come.

*****

Winterfest had passed and the excitement began to build for another day which had been long awaited, Catherine and Vincent's 25th wedding anniversary. But it was to be overshadowed by a calamity of gigantic proportions, and no-one could have guessed the outcome.

The outbreak of influenza began with Geoffrey. It was assumed he had become infected on one of his foraging trips above. A week before the planned party, it became obvious that it would have to be postponed. By the time the actual day arrived, 22 people were in need of nursing and the last thing on anyone's mind was celebrating. Catherine and Vincent worked night and day, partners in their son's caring task.

"I'm very worried about Grandfather," Philip confided in his mother.

"Why?"

"He's not responding to the antibiotic. Mother, I've tried everything.......... He's getting worse."

"How much worse?" she demanded.

He couldn't answer her, couldn't find the strength to give voice to his fears. Tears filled his eyes as he looked at her. She shook her head in a swift denial, not wanting to acknowledge the words hidden in his silence. Softly Catherine began to cry, her son took her in his arms as she sobbed.

"There is nothing I can do," he confessed.

"He can't die.......... he can't............ we need him," she managed between sobs.

"Mother........... his age is against him. None of us can live for ever."

"Have you told your father?"

"No.......... I doubt there is any need." He replied sadly.

Later that night, Vincent wearily entered his chamber to find Catherine had waited up for him, and he knew why.

"Philip has told you," he stated.

"Yes.......... has he spoken to you?"

"No, but I knew the moment he voiced his fears. You should realise, by now, how little of all you experience is hidden from me."

"What are we going to do.......? Pip says there's nothing else he can give him."

"Then we must wait......... and hope. There are others who are just as sick, Olivia and Joan are both causing some concern. And today Ruth began to show signs of the infection too."

"Pip will look after her - we all will." She found herself across the room and in his arms.

His hands closed around her shoulders and he held her away from himself. Blue eyes, serious and worried, gazed into hers.

"For Ruth, this could not have come at a worse time............. She is pregnant."

"When did they tell you?" she asked feeling a little upset that she had not been invited to share the news.

"I have not been told." He wrapped her in his arms again.

"But you are sure?"

"Oh yes............ I am........ sure."

Catherine's senses reeled at the fears which gripped her husband.

"If she's as ill as some of the others...........she might loose the baby."

"Yes." That one word was filled with a nightmare of possibilities.

Slowly they undressed to try and catch the elusive skeins of sleep, to strengthen them for the following day.

It soon became apparent that their fears for Ruth were unfounded, she had a rough time and was forced to stay in bed longer than the others, but both she and the child were pronounced fit and well. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the good news was welcome after the trouble of the past weeks.

Three more weeks passed, three long weeks and, in that time, even the sickest recovered, all except Father. On the first of May, in the deepest hours of the night, the man who had led the tunnel community for over 60 years took his final breath. If death could ever be said to enrich those who witnessed it, then this was true of the passing of Jacob Wells. Surrounded by the love of his family, held in the warmth of his friends, he closed his eyes and peacefully drifted from them.

Catherine felt the frail hand go limp, tears filled her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Yet still she would not release her hold, it was her son who took the lifeless hand from hers and laid it on the bed.

"It's over Mother." He whispered.

Catherine's eyes searched for Vincent. He stood in the shadows, not speaking or moving. Like some great masterpiece in marble, he filled the corner with his presence. Rising from the bed, she went over to him, placing a hand on his broad chest she felt the steady beating of his heart, the slight catch in his breath, she asked him simply, "Are you all right."

He gazed, unseeing, into some distant place beyond the confines of the tunnels. She asked again and this time he silently moved his head in an almost imperceptible nod. Taking her hand in his own he left the chamber and turned right into the tunnel. As he moved wordlessly through the labyrinth, she knew where he was taking her - he was going to the Whispering Gallery. As they reached the ledge from which the old bridge was suspended, he let her hand go, then he walked to the centre of the construction and stopped.

"I have spent so many hours here listening to the voices drifting through the endless caverns. Here sounds from Below merge and blend with those from Above. Here too I hear the voices in my mind, old memories, voices many have forgotten, sounds from the past. Now he is part of that past, part of the sounds the wind brings to me."

"Then he will always be here when you need him."

"Yet the pain is not lessened by that knowledge."

She stepped out onto the bridge, despite her fear of its gentle movement. Laying her head against him she wound her arms about his waist.

"Let it go Vincent.......... You've never been afraid to cry......... don't be now."

He drew in a shuddering breath and, as it left his body, the tears began. For more than 25 years they had shared their every emotion whatever it's source, so they did now, and the healing began.

*****

As Father had wished and planned, Vincent took over the leadership of the community. There had been no discussion, no debate, when Vincent tried to bring the subject up at the council meeting. It was made quite clear to him that everyone believed he should continue the work Jacob Wells had begun.

Because of the recent epidemic, many tasks had been left and those they had managed to complete were not done thoroughly. Now all that had to be put right, and the backlog was astounding. Seemingly endless lists were made, priorities decided upon. It took six months of hard work and long hours to finally get things back to normal. Everyone worked as hard as they could, Vincent was no exception. Candles burned late many a night in the study, and many an early morning work party arrived on site to find Vincent had already started.

Once all the outstanding jobs were completed, life returned to normal, with one exception, Mary. She was now a frail old lady and it became very noticeable once the rush of activity had abated. Each night it took her longer to make the rounds of the children's bedrooms, and she was becoming very forgetful. Vincent decided to talk to her about the amount of work she was still undertaking and to persuade her to accept some help, the help that Olivia had offered on more than one occasion.

He suggested that Olivia could work with the children. This would take some of the burden from her shoulders. Vincent was surprised Mary accepted his words with such ease. He had expected to have to talk her into it, but quietly she agreed it would be for the best, then left.

Later that night Catherine woke to find Vincent restlessly pacing their chamber.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I am unable to sleep Catherine, I feel so ill at ease, yet the root of this disturbance is lost to me.......... and now I am disturbing your rest."

"That doesn't matter."

"It does," he insisted as he reached for his cloak. "Perhaps a walk will help."

"Vincent, you need to rest!" she admonished.

"My body is weary, but my mind is filled with so many concerns, they all vie for my attention. I did not understand the burden Father carried, never realised how great it was until I took it up. It weighs heavily at times."

"I'm sure it does, that's why you need your rest."

"You must not worry, I shall return soon." He gave her a soft smile then left her to sleep.

All his mind would dwell on, as he walked the tunnels, was that something was wrong. Yet as he checked each sentry post he knew their world was safe enough. He decided it must be someone Below he was picking up this worry from. Moving back towards the main living areas, he began to check the chambers one by one.

It wasn't a lengthy process, he found his answer as he neared Mary's chamber. He heard the soft weeping and knew this was the cause of his unrest, so he entered. She was sitting, still dressed, in the rocking chair, it was obvious, from the red swollen eyes, that she had been crying for some time.

"Mary, what is wrong?" He hurried to kneel in front of the chair.

"Just an old woman being silly."

"I have never regarded you as a woman who would shed tears over nothing," he told her as he took her hand in his own.

"It's hard........... growing old, Vincent, becoming useless, being told you're not doing your work properly."

"Of course you are. The problem is you take on the same work load as you did years ago. How would we manage without you?"

"Then why ask Olivia to look after the children. I thought I was still caring for them as well as I have cared for all the others." She blew her nose.

"Is that the reason for your distress?"

"That and the fact that I can't seem to remember things. Do you know, this morning I forgot Marcie's new hair ribbons - they have been on my dresser for almost a week. I pass them every time I come in, yet she had to ask me again for them."

"Mary......... we all forget things at times."

"Not as often as I do............ You're right Vincent, it is time someone else took over the responsibility, it's not the job for an old woman."

"I did not suggest Olivia took over, only that she should help you."

"It's the same thing really. Wrapping it up in pretty paper only makes it look better,"

"Mary............. if you stop working with the children, we will not be able to maintain the standards of care we are so proud of."

She gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "I'll have to stop one day Vincent.......... just as Jacob did. You've managed well enough without him, you can manage just as well without me."

"Father spent years teaching me all I needed to know, passing on all he had learned. Even now, there are times when I wish he could still advise me, give me the benefit of his experience. Mary, don't you realise how important that is? Olivia needs you to do the same, she needs the guidance only you can give her. We need your experience............. Will you desert us when our need is so great?"

"You have a way with words. I think you could make me believe anything you told me."

"They are not words to persuade - they convey only the truth. We need you, the children need you."

Mary sighed, then smiled. "Well I think we should both get some sleep. We have to be up early for the council meeting, and I've got to do something with that hole in Simon's trousers before then."

"Shall I see you in the morning at council, Mary?" he asked hopefully.

"As soon as I've got the children off to their English class, I shall be there."

"Then I shall bid you goodnight."

"Goodnight Vincent........... sleep well."

"I shall Mary................. now."

*****

The council meeting began a little later than planned, as they waited for Mary. Simon's trousers had proved a bigger job than at first was thought and he had been late getting to his class. Once she had taken him there she made her way to the large study.

This was to be a very important meeting as the decision was to be made as to who would fill the place which had been left by Father's death six months earlier. There was only one name put forward, Philip Wells. When a vote was taken, it was unanimous. The young man was sent for and he was thrilled to have been chosen from amongst so many. That morning he took his place, by his father's side, as the meeting began. It was a long agenda and each item was debated and decided on without any regard to the length of time it took. By lunch time the subject of Mouse's latest idea was put before the group.

"I think it will work," Pascal said.

"I am sure it will," Vincent agreed.

"Where does he get these ideas from?" William asked.

They all turned to Geoffrey. Mouse had not attended a council meeting for a long time and the group had accepted Geoffrey, who worked alongside him, as his substitute. It had never been voted on, never made official, it had just happened.

Geoffrey shook his head. "Beat's me," he replied. "The idea was his....... but the designs are mine."

Just as an explanation of the many complicated diagrams was forthcoming, an urgent summons on the pipes stopped all conversation. The message Jamie sent out was clear, yet Pascal winced at the comment Jamie made along with the message. 'Philip - Hospital Chamber - Going to be a Daddy.'

Philip made his apologies and left the table, as he reached the opening into the tunnel beyond, he turned. "Mary....... I'm going to need you.......... are you coming?"

Mary's eyes sparkled as she followed him out and, together, they made their way to the Hospital Chamber and the birth of a child who would make their leader a grandfather.

*****

CHAPTER FOUR

SUMMER

Above, the Summer sun beats down,

hot upon the earth.

Here, Below, I walk the Tunnels,

as one caught in a dream.

Yet I dream not.

And in my arms, a miracle cries it's hungry call.

I have a son.

A promise is fulfilled.

Now in her arms, at her breast,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                lies my immortality.

- Sandra M Deville

AUTUMN - BEAUTY HATH SUCH GRACE

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace

As I have seen in one autumnal face.

- John Donne

Once again, the news of a very special child sped through the chambers, bringing joyous tidings desperately needed.

The community still grieved for the loss of the man who had been its guiding light, for more years than most of them remembered. There had been a silent agreement that no-one would ever use the chamber which had been Father's, and the large, cluttered room became a library second to none. Meetings were held there, and although Vincent still lived at the other end of the passage, this was the centre of activity and decision-making Below.

Catherine bounded into the chamber excited by the news she carried, only to find her husband involved in a rather animated discussion with Mouse and Geoffrey. Regardless of the company she made straight for his arms.

"Vincent, you must come and see your grandson!"

"Catherine, I was on my way, when Mouse and Geoffrey diverted my attention," he told her.

"Someone always diverts your attention, but this time you are coming with me," she insisted. He moved to protest but she took his hand and tugged. "Come on!"

Mouse laughed as Vincent shrugged, then was led away by the only person who could command his every move.

'Well,' Mouse thought, 'if we don't count Philip!'

As they reached the hospital chamber,he paused. "Is he .... is he all right?"

“You worry too much. He's fine and the image of his mother. He has dark hair, and he's so cute!"

Vincent laughed as he took in Catherine's words. 'Cute' was an expression he still failed to fully understand. Taking her hand in his own, he led her through the opening and into the chamber.

"Father!" Philip sounded pleased.

"Philip," Vincent acknowledged. "How is Ruth? All I have heard is how amazing my grandson is."

"Ruth is pretty amazing too, you really should have been here earlier."

"That," Vincent teased, "is an event I would have to decline any invitation to. I am sure you were far too busy for company." He turned to the bed. "You are well Ruth?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Or at least I will be when I've had a good rest. I'm glad it's all over, at last!"

Vincent's soft voice replied, "Then we shall return when you are rested."

"Oh no we won't!" Catherine insisted. "We're going nowhere until you've seen the baby."

"And held him!" Philip said as he carried the small bundle over to his father, placing the infant in the security of the huge hands. He studied the rugged hands now and marvelled how gentle they could be. Once they had held him with the same surety, cared for him with a tenderness few men possessed.

Vincent's mind travelled back over the years to the infants he had held. Until this moment, none had ever seemed as fragile, as precious as the young man who stood before him. But now, in his arms, lay the promise of the future, a future he and Catherine had begun 25 years ago. This child would carry the seeds of their love, into a life-time they would not see run its course. A precious child indeed! Laying his grandson in the wooden cradle he bent to place a kiss on Ruth's forehead, then he took Catherine's hand.

"It is time we returned," he told her. Reaching the doorway, he glanced back, knowing his son had something to say.

"Father?"

"Yes?"

"We have decided to call him Jacob."

"Yes.......... Jacob," Was all Vincent managed as he led Catherine from the chamber, then stopped to lean against the wall. The great head bowed as tears flowed. "Jacob Wells," he muttered.

She raised his head with her hand and placed a reassuring arm on his shoulder.

"Yes, I wish he were here too Vincent, but there's nothing we can do." Kissing him gently, she slipped into his embrace and they stood unmoving for some time. At last Catherine broke the silence. "Well Grandfather, how does it feel to be an old man?"

Adopting her mood, he teased, "I feel far too young to be standing around draughty old tunnels with a grandmother!"

A playful slap caught him full in the chest. "It's only men who get old, women mature. And as well as being old you're grumpy!"

"Old and grumpy," he teased, then bent to lift her from the ground.

"Vincent Wells, put me down!" she protested "You're far too old to be behaving like a teenager, Grandfather!"

"Too old, am I? Too old for what?"

"Just too old," she replied, unsure as to where this was leading. Striding confidently through the tunnels, he made his way from the inhabited areas of the labyrinth, to one of the quieter places they loved.

"Vincent, where are you taking me?" She asked.

"Somewhere we can be alone my love, the question of my ageing is something we need to explore," came the soft reply.

Quickening his pace, he soon stood her on her feet by the moss edged pool, then his arms closed around her.

"What about Mouse and Geoffrey, they'll be waiting." Catherine reminded him.

"They will either wait, or find someone else they can divert," he teased. "Now, what did you say about my being too old?"

Catherine moved from his arms to sit down on the soft floor. "I merely pointed out that you are not far off 60, and that you try to behave as a man half your age would."

"You are complaining?"

“Stating a fact!" she taunted.

Sitting beside her, he pulled her onto his lap and began to trace a line of gentle kisses around her neck. "And how should a man of almost 60 behave?" He questioned.

"Not like this! You have work to do."

The blue eyes danced. "That is not what you said earlier."

"But our grandson's arrival is special!" she argued.

"So are you!" he replied, knowing she would not find an answer. But if she did, it was lost in the insistence of his mouth on hers. His lips barely left hers as he stripped the layers of clothing from her body, then removed his own. Kneeling by her side he ran his long hands over the body which still delighted him. The soft skin, the gentle movement of her breathing thrilled him anew.

Time had been kind to Catherine and a radiant beauty still shone from her face as she gazed at the man she adored. His touch sent rivers of bright fire coursing through her body, and the old familiar ache begin to build.

The tender caress of his mouth and hands forced a soft moan from her lips and he whispered into her ear, "Too old, Catherine?"

"Never," she told him between breathtaking kisses. Vincent moved to rest between her thighs, then gloried in the soft sigh which escaped her lips as he claimed her body with his own. They loved now in a gentler fashion, time having taken the ferocity from their lovemaking, but none of its staggering impact.

Afterwards she lay, contented in his arms, enfolded in the warmth of his love. Turning to gaze at his face, she saw the love reflected in the blue eyes, an intimate look that was for her alone. Carefully her fingers traced the lines of age on the noble features, she marvelled at the pride she found as he gazed back.

The deep tones told her, "You are so beautiful Catherine."

"So are you," she replied.

He smiled an indulgent smile, then began, "No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace, as I have seen in one autumnal face."

"Donne?" she asked.

“Donne," he confirmed.

Reluctantly, he told her, "We had better get back. I still have much to do, and an old man needs his rest, I believe an early night would be in order."

"Wanting an early night has nothing to do with resting, not as far as you're concerned," she said.

"Can I help it if you force yourself upon me?" he teased.

Catherine began to replace her clothing. Following her lead, he dressed too. Then hand in hand they returned to the bustle of the community.

*****

Almost six months later, Philip came into his parents chamber, to speak with them both. They had just begun to prepare for the day ahead. Vincent was walking across the chamber with two mugs of tea, to give one to Catherine who was still in bed.

She had donned an old sweater as protection against the chill, but the clothing in disarray at the side of the bed from the night before, told Philip that the sweater was all she wore.

"Would you like me to come back in a little while?" he asked, his eyes on the tangled garments making his meaning obvious.

"No Pip, it's okay," his mother replied.

The young man sat in the chair and Vincent lounged on the bed by his wife.

"Father, Mother, there is something I wish to talk to you about." The silence forced him to continue. "Ruth and I have decided we would like another child. In fact, we really want a large family."

"But?" Vincent questioned.

"But we wanted to know how you felt about it."

Catherine smiled. "Pip, if that's what you want, it's fine by us." She looked at her husband and he nodded his agreement.

"There is more Philip, isn't there?" his father said quietly. "Tell us."

"Yes there is more, and for you, perhaps, it is good news. When I went Above to the seminar last month, I had some tests done, some genetic tests."

"And?" Vincent asked.

"Whatever genes you carry which make you..... different, were not passed on to me."

Vincent let out a sigh of relief which told of the years of anxiety he had buried within him, but Catherine felt a little sad that the uniqueness which abounded in her husband would be lost for all time. Yet, she knew the news Philip had brought would put an end to the agony in Vincent's heart, the sorrow that from his descendant's, life would come to another of his kind, the assurance he needed was his at last.

"I wanted you to know Father. We have never talked of the possibility of a child...... like you, but I know how you have worried, would continue to worry, each time a child of ours was born. Now you know there is no need.  You truly are one of a kind."

"I always said he was," Catherine cut in, breaking the emotion of the moment. "And he's all mine!"

She pulled his head to her own, seeking and finding his lips. Philip quietly left the room, happy in the knowledge that his father had found peace at last, and that he lay in the arms of a woman who loved him as he deserved to be loved.

*****

CHAPTER FIVE

AUTUMN

Fall.

I see no vibrant colours.

The park in all its glory passes me by

I see only the shining blue of his eyes,

Only the pale ivory of his skin,

Hidden from view,

The changing honey hues of his hair,

Be it on his head, hand or shoulder.

Even now, nature in all her majesty

Still cannot imitate the beauty of his face.

- Sandra M. Deville

TWIXT AUTUMN AND WINTER

I am the daughter of earth and water,

And the nursling of the sky;

I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;

I change, but I cannot die.

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

"They're going to do what?" Catherine asked.

"Here read it yourself." Philip tossed the newspaper across the table.

"This is terrible Pip........ What are we going to do?"

"Do about what?" Vincent's voice came from the doorway.

Catherine looked up at him, tears filling her eyes. "It's in the paper Vincent............ They're going to landscape the park."

"Why?"

"Because it looks too natural I suppose.......... Doesn't fit in with the neat city image."

"But the park is beautiful....... I don't understand."

Philip rose from his chair. "It's a different world up there now, father, Much has changed."

"And not for the better!" she exclaimed.

"I have never been able to understand why humanity is so destructive, Vincent told them as he sunk into the chair his son had vacated.

"It's nothing to do with humanity Vincent." She shook her head. "And you're wrong Pip....... nothing changes, even up there. It's still a world based on possessions, power and greed."

"Well...... I've got to go and sort a bit of greed out here." Catherine gave her son an alarmed look. "Don't worry mother, it's not serious, just two boys arguing over a new football."

"Jacob and Jonathan?"

"Yes."

"Pip, that's very serious!" she laughed. "When two brothers fall out over something as vital as a football........... well, I don't envy you your task."

"I agree it's got to be handled with care, and I'm a doctor not a diplomat."

"Go on," she said. "You're only putting off the inevitable."

"I know."

As Philip left the chamber, she glanced at Vincent, who was engrossed in the newspaper article. "This will ruin the park - it is all straight paths and concrete."

"They don't use concrete any more Vincent, you're out of date. They use .......... resins of some sort."

“The materials they use will make no difference, there will be little left of the park as we know it."

"It's called progress Vincent."

He grunted by way of a reply. Then, taking the paper with him, he left muttering something about discussing it with Mouse. Catherine poured herself another cup of tea, her mind recalled the park in all its beauty. She was saddened that it would change. Consoling herself with the fact that so little changed Below, she gathered the crockery together, placed it on the tray, and left for the kitchen.

*****

In the dark recesses of the 'Mousehole', Vincent sat talking to Mouse and Geoffrey. None of them felt at ease with the scope of work to be undertaken above their heads. It was decided that one of the helpers should be asked to go to the public meeting, which was to be held at the end of the month. Any landscaping should have little effect on their world, they decided, there was nothing to be knocked down, nothing to be built. But, just to be on the safe side, they needed to know in some detail, what was planned.

There was also an agreement that the proposal should be kept as quiet as possible, they didn't want to cause panic Below.

*****

Philip walked into his chamber to find Jonathan's leg being bandaged. Ruth was trying her best to sort out what had happened but the mixture of four shouting voices made it an impossibility.

"What's going on?" Philip demanded. The babble continued. "Quiet!" He yelled and sudden silence prevailed. "Now........ What's happened?"

The confused noise began again. Eventually the story came out. Jacob, the elder of the boys had been kicking the ball around in one of the lower chambers with Peter. Jonathan, his younger brother, had appeared with Simon, who was just a year younger but about the same size. They had demanded the ball and when Jacob refused, an argument had followed.

Next Melissa arrived on the scene, and trouble began. She was fairly new to their world and still struggled with the basic idea of sorting out disagreements verbally. Although she was almost 17, she often behaved like a child, and this had been no exception. She launched herself at Jonathan who, taken completely by surprise, did nothing to protect himself from her hands and feet as they lashed out. There was very little skin remaining on the shin Ruth was bandaging, the scratches on his face were angry looking, but not deep.

Philip knew Jonathan well enough to realise he would make the most of his injuries. The 15 year old had a gift for playing the martyr, and his father could almost smell the wood smoke. Melissa was unrepentant, still unable to accept she had done wrong.

How Philip wished he could take away all the pain she had experienced, teach her that here she didn't have to fight for anything. But it was a slow uphill struggle. Life on the streets had taught her lessons she should never have learned. Once more he tried to explain, once more he failed, and when she left he was convinced nothing he had said made any difference.

"I'll talk to her father........... when she's calmed down," Jacob said.

"I can't understand why she got involved."

"She thought she was defending me."

"You?"

"Yes.......... and it's no use talking to her when she's angry. If we leave her alone she'll soon calm down, then she'll listen."

"But will it make any difference?"

"Yes............... If I talk to her it will."

Almost an hour later, Jacob set off to find Melissa. He knew exactly where she'd be. Crawling through the narrow opening he found himself in the small cave. In the dim light of the lantern he carried, he saw her. She was curled in the corner asleep. As he shook her awake she jumped.

"It's alright Mel, it's only me."

"Jacob......... you scared me!"

"I didn't mean to............ we've got to talk."

"I know."

"You did it again, how many times have we been over this?"

"Too many........... I was wrong.......... I'm sorry."

"It's not me you need to apologise to, is it?"

"No, I promise I'll go and say I'm sorry to Jonathan after dinner."

"Don't bother!" he said angrily. "You don't mean it, so there's no point in just saying the words!"

"No........ I really am sorry."

"Well you won't do it again then, will you?"

"I'll try."

"Good." He moved to leave.

"Don't go," she pleaded. "I.......want you to stay."

"Then I'll stay." He sat next to her, his arm around her."

"I know a secret," she said.

"What secret's that?"

"I know where Catherine and Vincent go to listen to the music in the park."

"Everyone knows about that."

"But no-one else ever goes, and it sounds best there."

"You've been there?" He sounded horrified.

"Yes. That sort of music's not just for old people you know!"

"But that's their special place."

"So?"

"God, you've got a lot to learn. Living down here isn't like living Above. We're thrown together far more than the Topsiders are, so we need our private places. That's my grandparent's, and no-one would dream of using it."

"But the music sounds so good there, I think it's mean of them not to share it."

"Mel, they'd be happy to share it, but it has special memories for them, so we all regard it as 'out of bounds'."

“I can't see why it's so special for them."

"Well grandmother says it was there she first saw grandfather laugh"

"Big deal, he's always laughing," she replied.

"He didn't then. Grandmother says he hardly ever smiled in those days. The first time she saw him laugh was very important. That's what makes a place special....... the memories it holds."

“I suppose this is my special place."

"Why?"

"Because this is where you kissed me."

"Yes............. it's special to me too."

"No-one comes here, can this be our special place Jacob?"

"It already is." He kissed her, she giggled.

"You need a shave, you're tickling me!" she protested.

"Then perhaps I should go and shave now?"

"Not til your whiskers have tickled me some more."

"Then the shave will have to wait."

True to her word Melissa apologised to Jonathan and, just to make sure she was taken seriously, she did it in front of everyone as they gathered for their evening meal.

*****

Two weeks later the helper reported back from the meeting on the scheme to landscape the park. It was quite a large undertaking and tenders were being asked for. Actual working plans had not been drawn up, so there was little he could tell them. But, he promised, as soon as there was something definite he would get as much information as he could. This was not news they had hoped for but, for the time being, there was nothing else they could do. The first piece of good news came 12 days later when Geoffrey arrived with a newspaper dated the previous day. The headlines produced different reactions from those who saw it and then went on to read the story. There in bold letters, for all to see, was the unexpected revelation

" I QUIT - SAYS GOVERNOR "

"State Governor Elliot Burch announced today that he is withdraw from public life. In an exclusive interview, he stated that the government plan to landscape Central Park was 'one of the worst acts of vandalism this century'.

"We should be fighting to preserve this landmark not changing it beyond all recognition." Mr Burch feels that he could not represent either his country nor his state when decisions are being made which will loose the city one of its finest assets. He will retire at the end of the month."

"This is something I didn't expect," Vincent announced.

"I'm not surprised really," Catherine replied.

"You are not?"

"No Vincent..........You once said there was good and bad in Elliot. This is definitely the good coming out."

"It is certainly good news for us."

"Why."

"Well........ we can assume Burch Construction will not have submitted a tender for the work."

"So?"

"The other company large enough to complete a work as vast as this is Hurst Construction, and their head foreman is John Pei."

"Henry and Lin's son!" Catherine exclaimed.

"Yes........ And he will be able to give us the information we need. I shall go Above to see Henry tonight."

"Can I come with you?"

"Do you need to ask? Lin would be furious if I left you behind."

Catherine beamed. "Now what shall I wear?"

*****

Messages flew round the pipes, calling the council members to an emergency meeting. Vincent sat alone in the study, waiting for the others to arrive. His mind was in turmoil at the story the plans laid before him told. Yet he buried he anguish deep within himself. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to realise just how worried he was. The room quickly filled as, abandoning their various tasks, each answered the urgent summons.

As they came in, Vincent watched the concern on their faces. It suddenly struck him how many new faces there were now. So many old friends had gone, yet the community grew larger with each passing year. Olivia was there, and her son Luke who had taken over from William. Those too who had shouldered the responsibility when others had said their final farewells. A wistful smile crossed his face as Pascal came slowly down the steps, to be followed by Mouse and Geoffrey, who were engaged in a heated debate about some project they were planning. Philip was last to take his place and Vincent called the meeting to order.

With extreme care, he explained the work that was to be done in the park above them and made it very clear the effect this would have Below.

"Why can't they leave us alone?" Olivia said.

"That is not something we have time to debate Olivia," Vincent told her.

"There's no way this can be stopped?" Luke asked.

"No............ We have a month........, perhaps a little more," the soft voice answered.

Mouse, who had been scribbling away in a note pad and seemed to be anywhere but at the meeting suddenly announced. "No problem."

"No problem!" Luke exclaimed. "This is it! The end!"

Vincent saw the confidence in Mouse's face so he ventured, "There is a solution?"

Standing to lean over the plans, Mouse reached with his pen, and Vincent immediately swapped it for a pencil. Mouse was notorious for making changes to plans time and time again so, in the end, no-one knew which plan was which, a pencil could always be rubbed out.

"Collapse tunnels here.......... here............ here. Make new passage here..........new sentry post......... there.......... Keep secret."

"It would work............ but that would take months....... we do not have enough time." Vincent explained.

"We could do it in a week, if we could get hold of some of the new sonic blasting equipment." Geoffrey told them.

Philip shook his head. "Even if we used Mother's money, there's no way we could get it without a licence, and that would provide a link with us, one which could be traced........ It's out of the question."

"I'm going to have to go up top and get it!" Geoffrey said.

"No!" Vincent insisted.

"Yes!" Geoffrey replied as vehemently. "This is the greatest emergency we've faced. When they take out the drainage tunnel in the park they'll find us, we all know that. If we can collapse the tunnels at the right point and create a new passage to by-pass the intersection, they'll not go to the expense of excavating further. But to do that, in time, we need the right equipment."

"We do not steal from Above!" Vincent reminded him.

"Don't we? Vincent, there are times we are forced to............ when the things we need to survive are available no other way. We've never taken anything that would be noticed, and this would certainly be noticed. Whether you agree or not............ I'm going up tonight." The determination in Geoffrey's voice made it clear he would not change his mind.

"What if you get caught?" Olivia said.

"I won't........... but if I did d'you honestly think I'd ever tell them the truth?"

There was silence........... no-one knew what to say, they didn't want Geoffrey to risk capture and the consequences, but they knew there was no other way. "I need to talk to John Pei.......... If I'm going to get what I need and get back here safely, I have to know exactly where to find it, and what precautions to take."

And so the meeting was adjourned until the following morning. Nothing was to be said outside of the council about Geoffrey's foray Above. The fewer people to know and worry, the better.

Around 7 o'clock, John Pei arrived. He spent about an hour with Geoffrey. No-one asked about the plan, it was better that way, but many knew they were in for a long and sleepless night.

Catherine undressed for bed around midnight, and she was puzzled to see Vincent pick up his cloak.

"Where are you going?"

He would not lie to her. "Above."

"No!"                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         "Catherine............, I must."

"Why?"                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        "I am going with Geoffrey............ You must not worry."

"You're not going with him................ you're going to protect him!"

"If there is a need............. I will do what is necessary to protect our life here."

"I thought we'd left all that behind."

"I also held that belief, but when my home, my family are threatened I will do what I must. Please don't ask me not to go."

"I won't Vincent, but promise me you'll take care, you'll come back safe!" she pleaded tearfully.

"We will return in about two hours," he said, then with a swift kiss, he was gone.

She dressed again, knowing there would be no rest for her until both men had returned safely. Each time she looked at the clock it told her only minutes had passed since her last enquiry. After half an hour, she gave up trying to relax and left the chamber.

Making for the study, in order to pass the time exploring the book shelves, she bumped into Olivia. She too, unable to sleep, had decided on the same course of action. When they arrived in the study, they found others with the same idea. Almost all the council members were there and a few besides, all united in their concerns for the night's activities.

No-one was surprised to find out that Vincent had followed Geoffrey Above, even though he didn't really approve of the plan, he would place the younger man's safety, and the welfare of his family, above his own.

How time dragged, even in company, it seemed as if gallons of tea and coffee was consumed........... finally the pipes informed them that the two men had returned Below, but one of them was slightly injured and Philip was summoned.

Catherine and Olivia made their way to the hospital chamber, there they found Philip tending to a nasty gash in Vincent's side. Catherine was, at first, relieved it was nothing worse. Then she was worried that the cut was deep, concerned that, if infection set in, there would be little medical help to fight it. Philip reassured her that the cut looked far worse than it was, Vincent sat muttering about re-enforced glass and not getting any younger.

After the first shock had gone, Catherine asked about the success of their venture Above. With an uneasy smile, she was told they had everything they needed.

Council members gathered again to work out a plan of action. This time John Pei was present, and he had a proposal of his own.

"If you wait another week......... I'm off work for a few days, I will do the blasting."

"It is too dangerous," Vincent said. "We do not know what other damage will be caused........ so many areas have become unstable over the years, we cannot know with any certainty that we will achieve our objective without risk."

"If I don't do it who will? At least I've used the equipment before, No-one down here has. If you're going to get the job done, quickly with the least possible risk, you have no choice at all."

Reluctantly, Vincent agreed to accept John's help, and a work schedule was put together. Everyone would be needed, and long hours would have to be put in. John pointed out that, if they could time their blasting to coincide with the activities of the heavy earth moving equipment Above, there would be less chance of any noise or vibrations being noticed.

Everything else that could be left, would be, only urgent maintenance work would be carried out. Lessons would be abandoned, as the children could help with the smaller tasks involved in this mammoth undertaking.

However, when Philip announced that he intended to cancel his place on the course Above, he was told quite clearly that the knowledge he would gain there, was just as important. He was not happy knowing he would be away from the city whilst such an important event was taking place Below, but his knowledge would be needed in the future. The health of the community was as vital as it's safety. The day before the blasting was to commence, Philip said his good-bye's and made his way Above. Little did he realise how he would regret this action in the years ahead.

*****

It was five days into the blasting program and all was going well, the job had proved easier that they thought. The fact that John Pei was there, and that he knew exactly what he was doing played no little part in this.

Catherine had volunteered to help in the kitchens as Luke had been put on one of the work parties engaged in moving debris. This was a time consuming task, as it had to be done by hand, each rock and boulder moved into position by force of hand. Soups and stews were about Catherine's limit, but they were more than welcome as meal-times became erratic. They were governed by changing shifts rather than the time of day. Each morning, at breakfast, Vincent would make sure everyone knew where blasting was to take place, because of the danger, these were highly restricted areas, only the appointed work party was permitted access.

Even as far away as the kitchen, Catherine could feel the tremors, hear the deep rumblings as tons of rock was shifted. She had just finished peeling the potatoes when another blast echoed through the tunnels, then the pain hit her. She fell to the floor, then realised she was uninjured........... the agony in her head was not hers.......... it was Vincent's. Giving no thought to what might happen, she ran out of the kitchen. She needed to be with him, now, she remembered an old short-cut, not used often, but it would get her there sooner. She turned into the passage, down the steps, then the next tremor hit.

Vincent came to, seconds later, his head throbbing. A sea of worried faces loomed above him. "Are you all right?" Luke asked.

"Yes......... what hit me?"

"This!" Luke held up a small piece of rock. "It might be small, but it had some force behind it."

"You do not need to tell me." Vincent replied. He rose to his feet, there were no signs of grogginess and he was sure there was no serious injury. Without warning, he felt an agonising pain in his hip, a feeling of panic and fear from Catherine, then nothing. The colour drained from his face.

"Vincent....... What's wrong?" John asked.

The agonised reply shook them, He spoke only one word "Catherine!" And they knew that something dreadful had happened. Vincent looked wildly about him as if trying to decide which direction to go in. "She's hurt, unconscious."

"Where?"

He didn't answer, he just broke into a run, and they followed as best they could. His destination was nearer than they thought. This was a restricted area, they could not understand why Catherine should be here, yet no-one doubted that Vincent was right. Somewhere behind this recent rockfall, his wife lay injured. John was the first on the scene, after Vincent, and he managed to persuade Vincent that the attempt he was making to work his way through the rock might only cause further collapse, and Catherine could be buried under tons of rock.

"Are you aware of anything Vincent?" Luke asked.

"She is not conscious......... but she is alive."

"Then we must proceed with care." John told them. "She must have come from the other direction or we would have seen her....... Where does this tunnel lead?"

Down to some old store rooms......... we haven't used them since they were flooded seven or eight years ago," Luke replied. "Oh no, if she's trapped down there........ if the floor above this has collapsed..... No!"

He set off running. He turned to ask Vincent to take him there, but he had already gone. Now there was only Jason left to answer his questions. The young man looked at him helplessly.

"The water that floods the store rooms comes from the level above this one......... the tunnel might be filling up with water."

John knew he would be needed. "Look.... just show me where to go. You stay here....... just in case." Out came the map and Jason indicated the route he should take.

When John arrived at the site, he found Luke standing alone by a large pool of water. "Where's Vincent?" He asked.

"This water wasn't here earlier. There's a flight of stairs leading down, a small length of tunnel, then another up into the store rooms. He's gone in to get Catherine."

"I hope he can get her out."

"He won't come back without her.......I think I'd better send for Jacob and Olivia. He should be here and if...... when Vincent comes back with Catherine she might need Olivia."

"Yes."

"You wait here....... I'll go and send a message."

As Vincent surfaced on the other side of the flood, he fought to regain his breath. The water was like ice, and the swim had left him breathless. Now his worries had doubled, for he knew once he found Catherine, that she wouldn't be able to make the long swim back. The darkness here was absolute, he could barely see, but what he could see and hear caused him even more concern.

Water ran, almost silently, down the walls from the levels above, time was the enemy now, in more ways than one. Chilled to the bone, he began the slow progression forwards. As he rounded a bend he saw the light ahead, it came through a wide fissure in the roof above, which gave access to one of the lit tunnels. Immediately, he realised that the gap was wide enough to get Catherine through, but not himself, this had to be the best way to get Catherine to safety.

Encountering the first of the debris, he began to search in the dimness. With infinite care and patience, he worked his way through every single piece, checked every corner, each crevice and alcove. Slowly, the pain began to build in his hip and leg and he realised Catherine was regaining consciousness. How he longed to call to her, to give her the assurance that he was near, yet even those, much needed, words might be enough to bring what was left of the roof tumbling down to bury them both. Clearly now, he could feel her fear, and it was a blessing for those tenuous threads in Catherine's heart led him, as a life-line, to her.

"Vincent!"

"Don't raise your voice, any noise might cause further falls."

"I understand," she whispered back. "I'm trapped."

Without a word, Vincent ran his hands over her until they were halted by the rubble lying across the lower half of her body. She was shivering uncontrollably, the water running across the floor of the tunnel had left her soaked.

The soft, reassuring voice came again. "I shall have to move this piece by piece, I dare not do it quickly.......... there is no way to judge how stable the roof is, It may hurt."

"Just do what you have to......... to get me out of here please!"

Shafts of pain cut into Catherine as he began to release her. Twice she passed out and was thankful for the short respite. Sensing her pain, he used those seconds of oblivion to move the larger boulders. When she was aware once more, he would stop, only for the briefest of moments, to touch her gently with his love, stroking her head and assuring her of the progress he was making.

Almost two hours later, she was taken into his arms. "I think my leg's broken Vincent," she whispered into his ear.

"I have to get you out of here, you can't go back the way I came, there is extensive flooding. I am going to have to get you though a wide crack into the tunnel above. it is just down the passage. But it is not wide enough for me, I must go back the way I came."

"Without me?"

"Yes.......... but you will be safe."

Half crawling, Vincent managed to get his wife to the fissure without too much pain. Getting her up and onto the floor above, he told her, was going to be painful, nothing he could do would spare her that. Twice he tried to lift her through, but she didn't have the strength to pull herself up over the edge.

"It's no use Vincent, you'll have to go back on your own, then pull me up from above."

"No, I will not Leave you!"

"Then what do you intend to do, we both can't sit here in the hope that someone will just happen to be walking down the passage and spot us. Now go on.........."

"I shall be as quick as I can."

"I know. I'm fine now.......... don't worry."

Vincent crawled back to the waters edge, it had risen considerably, the underwater swim would be longer than before. He didn't know how he would make it, but he had to.......... or Catherine might not be found in time. Taking a number of breaths, he took one deep one then lowered himself into the icy depths, one more and under the water he went.

There was quite a gathering at the edge of the water, almost three hours had passed, still no sign of Vincent. A debate had just started as to whether an attempt should be made to go in from the other side, when something disturbed the water.

A torch was raised over the pool and showed the grey of Vincent's tunic.

"Quick! Get him out!" Jacob yelled. Hands pulled, and Vincent lay on the floor at their feet. "Is he...?" Was all Jacob could say.

No!" Luke replied as he went to work on the stilled body.

"Where's Grandmother?"

"I don't know............. but she's safe somewhere.... he wouldn't have left her otherwise." Luke reassured him.

"Perhaps he couldn't find her." Someone said.

Luke turned. "Does anyone really believe he'd have come back without her?"

There was no answer, there was no need of one. Vincent coughed and spluttered as the water was forced from his body. "Catherine," he gasped. He tried to rise, but his strength failed him.

"Where is she?" John demanded.

"Before.............. iron staircase........... passage................... Floor has given way............ she is underneath..... waiting."

Luke was up and running before Vincent had time to finish, his voice called back.

"Jacob....... come on........ We'll need ropes."

Jacob ran to the work site, picked up the ropes and headed for the passage near the spiral stairs. When he got there Luke was calling Catherine's name, there was no answer. At that moment Vincent came round the corner.

"She is unconscious," he explained.

"Someone will have to go down and help get her up," Luke said.

"I'm the smallest." Jacob told them. "I'll go."

Jacob was given clear instructions, within minutes he was down the gap and his grandmother was being pulled up.

*****

By the time they reached the Hospital Chamber with Catherine, four hours had passed since she had been trapped and injured. Four hours which had done far more damage than they knew. The femur had broken cleanly, just below the hip, there were other superficial injuries, but it was the signs of shock which caused the most concern. Once the leg had been immobilised, and she had been put in dry clothing and a warm bed, Catherine felt much better.

Vincent had been sent off to change his own sodden clothes, after much protesting. Olivia turned a deaf ear to his protests and, realising he was getting nowhere, he complied. Catherine was amazed how quickly he had returned, he was still drying his hair with a towel, yet she knew he would be parted from her as short a time as was possible.

*****

Movement in Catherine's toes, was now possible without any pain, so it seemed as if the break was set correctly and the healing process was beginning, just as it should after nearly a week. But she was getting no better, in fact she was worse. The temperature was gradually beginning to build and her breathing, at times, was quite laboured. What medication was available, was given to her and this helped a little. But, by the end of the week, Vincent waited impatiently for Philip's return and the hope that he could make his mother well again.

*****

Blasting had finished two days earlier than planned, but there was no sense of triumph in the tunnels, as there should have been. Everyone was too concerned for Catherine. At her insistence, she was moved back to their chamber the day her son was due home.

Ruth waited impatiently for her husband, as he came through the door she flew into his arms in a flood of tears.

"What's happened?"

"It's Mother........she's ill..... Thank God you're back."

Philip dumped his coat on the chair and left, with Ruth, to see what he could do for his mother. As he walked through the entrance he saw her and, in that moment, his heart sank. He knew there was nothing he could do. He had seen the hand of death before, and he clearly saw its touch on his mother.

He found a smile from somewhere and fixed it onto his face. An examination told him what he had already known. Broken femur, exposure, shock, pneumonia, a person of his mother's years rarely got over such a combination. Opening his medical bag, he gave her an injection.

"There, that should help." he said trying to sound confident.

Ruth and Philip spent almost an hour, then as Catherine tired, her son made his excuses and left. Vincent had asked Ruth to remain, as he had something he wanted to discuss with Philip in the study. No words were exchanged on that short walk and, when finally seated in the study, the uneasy silence hovered over them.

At last Vincent voiced his fears. "Your mother is very sick isn't she?"

"Yes she is."

"But now you have returned..............."

"There is nothing I can do."

"I........... we are going to lose her?"

"Yes." Philip watched as his father's hands curled into tight fists drawing blood where his claws buried themselves in his palms. No tears clouded his eyes, he was too shocked for tears, disbelieving that she would be taken from him, holding on to the hope in his heart that, from somewhere, a miracle would come. "You have to accept it Father."

"NO!"

"Yes............. Mother already has........... and you must know she has."

"What can we do?"

"We can let her go."

"I have not got the strength to let her go....... she is my life..... I cannot....... will not...... go on without her!"

"Yes you will, we all will. Don't make this difficult for her. Do you honestly think she wants to leave you, or any of us?"

"No......."

"Then we'll do whatever we have to........... to make this easy for her."

Vincent had lowered his head, but Philip saw the nod of agreement and was satisfied that his father understood.

There was a brief silence, then Vincent asked, "How long?"

"Three, maybe four days.......... a week at the most."

There was no reply, his father stood and climbed the stairs, leaving Philip alone. Wearily, he rose from the chair to make his way to his own chamber.

Vincent returned to find Ruth reading as Catherine slept. She left at once, eager to be reunited with her husband. As soon as she had gone, Vincent pulled the chair up to the bed and sank into it watching his sleeping wife. She looked so small and fragile, his mind travelled back to other times he had watched her sleeping. He remembered the first time she had slept here in this chamber. Was it really so long ago, the night he had found her in the park? Yet age had left few signs of its passing. To him she was no different now. Deep from within came a bitter resentment of the cruelty of time, if he had been younger, stronger, he might have saved her sooner, prevented this........... yet in his heart he knew no-one could stop the passing years. It made no difference........ time had suddenly become their most dangerous enemy. She stirred in her sleep, he took her hand in his own, the other stroking her brow. The green eyes opened. "Vincent!"

"I was wondering where you had gone."

"There were things I needed to discuss with Philip."

"I know."

"Can I get you anything?"

"No........... thank you love, not just now."

"You are sure there is nothing I can do?"

"You could read to me."

"What would you like to hear?"

"Everything....... but we don't have time do we Vincent?"

He took a deep breath, as it was released, came the soft, "No."

“Then........... it has to be Great Expectations, doesn't it?"

"Yes." Vincent went over to the small bookshelf where Catherine kept all her favourites. Taking the volume in his hands, he returned to his chair, and began. "My father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip..................."

*****

Three days had passed and four nights. Catherine deteriorated with every hour, everyone waited for the expected news. Vincent had snatched a few minutes from her side for breakfast. He was just finishing as Philip came into the kitchen.

"Ah........ there you are, Mother's asking for you. She tells me you've been reading Great Expectations."

"Yes, we have."

"Well she's waiting to hear the rest. I believe you've almost finished?"

"We have......and I am reluctant to read the last chapter."

"Why?"

"Because she is waiting to hear it, Philip, and when it is finished........" He could say no more.

"Then you should finish it....... together."

"Yes." He agreed as he left the table.

Olivia was sitting with Catherine when Vincent returned. On entering the chamber, he crossed to the cupboard and, from the back, brought out an old storm lantern. He looked at Catherine, who nodded, so he lit it and, without a word of explanation to Olivia, he took it outside into the passage. As he came back Olivia looked at him.

"It's time I went....... isn't it."

"Yes." He replied noticing how her eyes misted over.

Silently, she left them together, Vincent picked up the book, settled in the chair, and began the last chapter.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             The morning moved on and, after some time, he found his voice fading as he came to the last page. When he reached the last line, he found it impossible to continue beyond, "And I saw no shadow......."

From the bed, it was completed. "....... of another parting from her........I'm glad we had time to finish it," she whispered.

"We should choose something else."

"No..........." She patted the bed. "Come and sit beside me." Vincent moved onto the bed, his broad back resting against the headboard. "Hold me," she pleaded.

"For ever," he promised, as his arms closed around her.

"Can we sit in the chair?" she asked.

"You are not well enough to get out of bed."

"Please, I don't want it to happen like this...... not in bed."

Lifting her, her settled back into the chair, he held her closely to him. "Is that better?"

"Much."

"You must not tire yourself."

She ignored his words. "We have shared so much Vincent....... the books, the poetry, and the music."

"Yes we have."

"Which did you like the best?"

"Everything we have shared has brought me a joy I had not believed possible, not for me."

"I liked the music best.............. I can still hear it Vincent, the music we danced to. Can you?"

"Sometimes......... it is there............ just out of reach."

"It won't always be out of reach."

"No?"

"No............ one day......... you'll hear it again Vincent ........ I promise........... that's where you'll find me........ in the music."

"Then I shall listen with great care."

"Are you sure you can't hear it........ It's so clear...... as if it was calling me."

His heart prompted him to beg her not to listen, not to answer the soft pleading notes, but he had no voice, no words other than, "I love you."

"You're......... part of........ the music too," she said with difficulty, her voice as thin as the air. "Promise me.......... you'll listen for it."

"Catherine I will listen every day, every hour, every second. I will never close my ears, nor rest until it calls me too."

A soft, peaceful smile crept across her face, its warmth stealing into his soul then, deep within, a gentle flutter as her heart took it's last beat. And all was silent.

How long he sat there cradling her in his arms, he did not know. Nothing registered, only the deep gulf between them which widened moment by moment.

At last he stirred. With reverent care he laid her on the bed, and went to find his son. There were no tears, but they would come in the loneliness ahead, and in that emptiness he would listen, and hope, and trust in the eternal power of love.

*****

CHAPTER FIVE

I stand gazing into the darkness,

Listening for a sound, a tone,

A whisper of that wondrous music

Which belonged to us alone.

For, when she softly calls me,

From that far and distant shore,

My waiting will be over, at last,

And death will divide us no more.

- Amber

WINTER - WHERE BEAUTY DWELLS

I went into the land where Beauty dwells.

The winter darkness shut it as a prison.

The thin moon, due at midnight, had not risen.

The clouds moved slowly over: nothing else

Stirred, nor did owl cry, nor did glow-worm glisten.                                                                                                                                                                                                           The night in all her vastness stood to listen.

- John Masefield

It had been a difficult delivery and Philip was on his way back to his chamber, desperately in need of sleep. He wondered for the umpteenth time why babies always seemed to choose the middle of the night to make their entry into the world.

The sound of heavy slow feet stole through the tunnels to interrupt his thoughts, unmistakable sounds. It was his father, the restless tread was heard too often in the middle of the night lately. Ever since his mother had died, his father had deteriorated. Philip knew he would follow her soon. Rounding the bend, he stopped, then sighed as he saw the slow aimless meandering of the man who had kept this amazing community alive and well for over 20 years.

As his father noticed his presence, he smiled, but the bright blue eyes which twinkled and danced not so long ago, held no indication of joy.

"Father, what are you doing up at this hour?"

"I......find sleep..... elusive of late," came the soft reply.

"You cannot go on like this. You've hardly eaten or slept since Mother died. We all miss her, but you are killing yourself with your grief."

For just a split second he saw the flare of anger in the eyes which, as suddenly, turned away. A deep sigh ran through Vincent, a sigh drawn from the depths of his soul. He looked back at his son.

"I cannot put this pain aside Philip, for it is my constant companion. And at times it is a pain I bear willingly, for I know she is not held in its agony. That is my only consolation ...... your mother...... does not suffer as I do!"

Philip saw the tears fill his father's eyes and found his own matching them. He reached out to embrace the tortured man who stood before him. Again their sense of loss overwhelmed them as they thought of her, of Catherine. For Philip, the loss of his mother was a blow no-one could measure. He had been away on a medical course when his mother took ill. There was no other doctor amongst the helpers or tunnel dwellers and by the time he returned pneumonia had taken a firm hold.

He knew at first sight it was too late to save her. He would carry that guilt for the rest of his life. For Vincent, the loss was intense. It almost killed him as his heart and soul had been torn apart. For him, there was no peace, no rest, for him there was only the waiting and the return of his aloneness.

Slowly, the two men drew apart, once again the tiredness invaded Philip's body. He studied his father with concern, "You really should get some rest, you need to regain your strength, you cannot continue like this!"

A soft smile crossed Vincent's face as he heard another voice, one stilled long ago, he could not help but reply "Yes Father." Placing his arm about his son's shoulder Vincent retraced his steps with the promise to rest, knowing sleep would evade him once more.

*****

The preparations for Winterfest were in full swing. Everyone was glad to see Vincent engrossed in the work it produced. Most of the day to day organisation of life Below was in the safe hands of his son and grandson, but Winterfest? Winterfest was special and he couldn't resist the temptation to get involved in the planning.

During the few hectic days, there were times when he seemed almost his old self, for others did not see the dark figure who still walked the deserted tunnels in the depths of the night. They did not witness the quiet tears shed by the falls, or the pool, or the many places he had shared with Catherine.

Vincent's grief was kept to himself, as he made a superhuman effort to let nothing mar this important celebration. This year would be extra special, he was sure of that. His son Philip and his grandson Jacob would join him this year, in the telling of their community's long history. Three generations would be involved in the old ritual which would remind them all of their commitments to each other. How he wished his father could be there to see this remarkable event, how he wished Catherine .......no, he put that thought aside, knowing the effect it would have on him. Yet deep within he felt their involvement was not the only thing which would mark this day, something within him knew, for him, it would be a day of great joy.

Dragging his thoughts back to the tables before him, he began to move them into position, only to find age had been no kinder to him than to others. He left the Great Hall to seek assistance. A work party was soon organised and the chamber began to resound to the heaves and grunts of labour as table, chairs and furniture was moved into place. By 4 o'clock everything was ready and the children began carrying food down from the kitchens.

Vincent sat in the old oak chair watching the scurrying to and fro, he thought how proud William would have been of the spread which was being laid before his eyes. So many faces from the past, faces who would be absent from this Winterfest, friends long gone. Smiling to himself, he brought them to mind, William, Winslow, Mary, Rebecca, Father, and always, Catherine. Again the thought was pushed away and his mind turned to those who still lived within the community in the winter of their lives.

Pascal came straight to mind, an old man now, deaf through years spent with his beloved pipes. He still spent every day in the pipe chamber, and amazed everyone with his ability to read messages he could no longer hear, merely by touching and feeling the steady rhythms.

And then there was Mouse, what could one say about Mouse? He still lived within the deepest part of their world, now almost a recluse, where he busied himself with the most bizarre inventions, the toys he made delighted all who saw them. Geoffrey had become his constant companion and pupil over the years and, although a good worker, he lacked the eccentric vision which had proved so valuable in the past. A part of Mouse which could not be passed on. Someone came to stand before him and the chain of his memories broke abruptly.

"Grandfather, have you seen Melissa?" The young man asked.

"She was here a short while ago, why is something wrong?"

"No, but she was supposed to be helping me organise the group bringing the helpers down." Jacob answered, then turned as the young woman came into the room. "Ah, here she is."

They ran up the stairs together, Vincent watched the silent messages which passed between them as their hands met and held each other. Wearily, he rose from the chair and made his way back to his chamber to wash and change ready for the celebration.

*****

Vincent donned his clothing and walked into the tunnels. There was an expectancy in his heart which was mirrored in his step. The whole community remarked how alive he appeared, how full of energy and power his body seemed. It was as if they saw a younger Vincent, a Vincent who walked these tunnels years ago.

As the group reached the great doors Vincent, Jacob and Philip removed the stout beam, opened the doors, and then disappeared into the darkness. One by one, the community and those from above who sustained it, entered the Great Hall to sit in the places prepared for them. The story of their world's foundation was told, the candles lit, then the festivities began. Sounds of joy and laughter filled the vast space and another year was celebrated. Throughout the night Vincent seemed happy and content, but Philip was concerned at how much energy his father used, knowing how weak he truly was.

"Another success, I think." Vincent remarked to his son at the end of the night.

"Yes Father, it certainly was," he agreed.

"I understand everyone is safely back Above?"

"Father, you worry too much, everyone is fine. It's time you went to bed."

Vincent smiled. "Soon Philip. Please......you go now. I just need a few moments to myself. You should not concern yourself. I promise I shall rest......... soon!"

Philip climbed the old wooden staircase to stand at the top watching his father. Vincent sat in the old chair engulfed in the silence which surrounded him. So many Winterfests had passed since the first he had shared with Catherine.

"Catherine." He whispered her name into the echoing loneliness, his mind filling the room with her presence.

She felt so close, he was sure if he reached out his hand he would touch her, would feel the soothing touch of her hand. Warm tendrils of love wound their healing balm around his heart, a quiet calm filled his soul. A soft smile sparkled in his eyes, the first for many months, as he sought her nearness.

Without any warning, the gentle voice asked.

"Can you hear it Vincent?"  Slowly the sounds gathered within him and the music began, just as it had that night so long ago when he held her to him as they danced, for the very first time. Losing himself within the power of its hold, he failed to notice his son standing at the top of the stout staircase.

Philip watched with concern, which soon dissolved as he gazed at his father in wonder. This had been the first time in many months that he saw the look of peace and contentment on Vincent's face, the long months since his mother had died.

The silence was absolute, even the wind seemed stilled, Yet within the quiet depths, Philip could hear something, just out of reach, calling to him, drawing him. He knew his father heard it clearly, that was the source of his calm contentment. Whatever was buried in the silence gave Vincent the peace denied him for too long. The sound became almost audible as Philip saw the large talonned hand reach out into the emptiness.

"Catherine, yes I hear it." The deep voice filled the void. In that moment Philip knew. The great hand falling limply from the arm of the chair, the slump of the huge frame, only gave him the confirmation he had no need of.

As Vincent reached out, she took his hand. He could not believe she was real, yet the warm touch of her fingers told him she was. The brightness of her green eyes filled him as they sparkled and shone. Within them he saw the old familiar look of love, the look she gave no other. His heart sang as he watched the living texture of her hair swirl around her pale shoulders, catching with his own.

"How can this be?" He asked

"Because it is what I wished for, more than anything," came the familiar answer. His arm wound around her waist, drawing her to him Together they circled the room, the gentle strains guiding them, leading them. Round and round they waltzed as the room began to fade and vanish. Vincent knew he was leaving it behind, but nothing else mattered, only the feel of her body against his, only the energy within him as the years slipped away. And, as his lips closed over hers, he knew this was forever.

Philip stood for a long time unmoving, until a noise behind him disturbed his concentration. His son Jacob stood by his side his eyes drawn to the stilled body in the chair below.

"Grandfather?" he asked.

"He is well Jacob." The answer came. "At last he is whole again."

The young man's eyes filled with tears as the implications of his father's words hit him.

"No tears Jacob. He is where he belongs. The past months, the separation, have been times of darkness and ugliness for him. Now he truly is where beauty dwells."

With Grandmother?"

Yes."

Suddenly the tinkling sounds began to seep into Philip's soul. "Can you hear it?" he asked.

"The wind, yes. You can always hear it in here, Father."

Philip knew the music was for his ears only, his assurance that all was well. As he turned to lead his son from the room he looked back. For the briefest of moments he saw them, wrapped in each other's arms, lost in the music, united in their love.

"What a way for all this to end," Jacob commented.

"End!" Philip smiled. "Jacob this is only the beginning!"

*****

CHAPTER SIX

Listen closely, you can hear it,

A Winterfest Waltz.

the dance of love,

Lest the yearning and the passion

lie forgotten and neglected

In the weary years Above.

Do not doubt, the strains of music,

A softly gentle song,

It plays for you.

And Above, the world its weary turmoil

turns again, about the circle,

not remembered by Below.

Hear the love, sense the feelings,

the love song down the years

is sung anew.

And we watch and wait with wonder                                                                                                                                                                                                                              for the singer, now returning                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  to the beginning of the tune.

- Sandra M. Deville

RENEWAL

I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way,                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Bare winter suddenly was changed the spring,                                                                                                                                                                                                                   And gentle odours led my steps astray,                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring.

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

Whirling colours surrounded them, indiscernible in the heady blur, still he held her tightly as round and round they danced. The music slowed and with it their rhythm took a gentler turn. The soft hues began to clear, take shape, as if materialised from the melodies which had taken them along in the dance. Breathlessly Catherine clung to him, green eyes shining and bright, a soft smile lighting up her face.

"I knew you would be waiting," she whispered.

"I knew I would find you again," he replied.

"Just as I told you."

"Yes." Vincent shook his head doubtful this was reality.

I was always there Vincent................ in the music."

"And tonight I heard it for the second time."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                "Not tonight my love," she said softly. "A life-time ago."

He looked at his surroundings, at the tall trees bursting into bud, at the green rolling meadows. Bright sunlight bathed them in its warmth, yet it did not trouble his eyes. The blue of the sky was deeper than any imagining, like a blanket spread across the heavens. Birds sang their joyous songs as the gentle breeze took their music out across the fields.

"Am I dreaming Catherine?"

"Perhaps............ but it is a dream you will not waken from. No dawn will rouse you from the sleep we share."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                "Where are we?"

"Where we were meant to be........... where we will always be."

Again the great head shook. "I cannot believe this is real."

"It is our reality Vincent.......... ours, yours and mine."

His arm slipped from her waist, but he held her hand, refusing to break the contact between them.

"There is no-one else here?"

"Yes................. but they are here only because of us."

"I do not understand."

"You will...................... just be patient."

"I shall try Catherine." He gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

"Good............... let's go for a walk, there's so much I want to show you." She gave his hand a tug and he willingly let her lead him.

Moving from beneath the trees, they found a path, it wound on through the green fields as far as the eye could see.

"Where are you taking me?" he ventured.

"Wait and see!" she replied with a twinkle in her eyes.

The path wound round a hill, he didn't remember seeing it there before. Trees stretched before them and they walked into their shadowy realm. Reaching up to the heavens like proud sentinels they stood, regal and commanding. As they moved deeper into the woods the trees slowly began to change, here were evergreens, shady and rich. They closed in on all sides, obscuring the way ahead, but Catherine led him with a surety in her tread. Vincent was felt she knew these woods well, and he knew he could place his trust in her. Suddenly, they came upon a large clearing, sunlight streamed in, illuminating the scene before him. There by a long silver lake stood the cabin, and he recognised it at once. She had spoken of it so many times, described every detail, and it was just as he imagined it to be.

"Come on.......... we're just in time for tea." She said enthusiastically.

"Tea, Catherine?"

"Yes......... hurry."

Like two children, they ran through the clearing towards the door of the cabin. Vincent noticed the tall column of welcoming smoke curling from the chimney, someone was at home. He pulled back on Catherine's hand as they neared, Vincent had seen the woman waiting at the door.

"Catherine, there is someone at the door."

"Of course there is............ she's been waiting a long time to meet you."

"Who is she," He stopped their forward progress.

"It's my mother....... come on."

"Catherine......... I am not convinced of the wisdom in this."

"Why not."

"She will see me."

"That's the idea. You'll find people's reactions very different here Vincent."

"How?"

"I don't know.......... We don't have all the answers. Just accept it. I have."

Reluctantly, he let her lead him on. His mind recoiled at the thought of her mother's reactions. Pulling his hood up and lowering his head, he did his best to soften the impact of his appearance. Catherine gave him an angry glance.

"Stop being silly............ I've told you there's no need to worry." Catherine had taken him right up to the door and he stood gazing at the woman's feet.

"You must be Vincent." The woman said.

"Yes."

"Come on in......... we've been waiting for you."

Crossing the threshold, his head still lowered, he saw another pair of shoes, men's shoes.

“We've met before haven't we Vincent?" the voice said.

Raising his head, his eyes found Charles Chandler standing in front of him. Before he could answer, Catherine's mother quickly removed his cloak.

"You won't need that here." She stated.

He looked from one to the other, dreading their reaction, he was greeted with broad smiles. Charles offered him a chair and he sat nervously on its edge. "Well Vincent, you certainly kept your promise didn't you?"

"Promise?"

"Yes, the one you made to me in the hospital. You have loved my daughter and protected her, it made us both very happy to know Cathy never knew one single day that was not filled with love."

Her mother took his hands, held then as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Thank you Vincent....... We couldn't be there for Cathy when she needed us, but she had you and every need she had......... you met."

"She is my life," he replied. "Catherine gave me far more than I ever gave her."

"You're wrong Vincent......... you gave me everything," Catherine insisted. "You gave me your love."

"I wish I could have given you more."

"There is no more. Love is everything. Remember what Father told you?"

"Yes, he said that there was a truth beyond knowledge."

"And that truth is love. Love can work miracles, we proved it can."

"Yes......... we did."

"Then accept this one too."

Vincent couldn't believe that he was sitting in an arm chair drinking tea, discussing the mildness of the early spring, with Charles Chandler. It seemed, only moments ago that he sank into the chair in the Great Hall, yet Catherine had told him it had been a lifetime away. He held on to the trust he placed in the woman he loved, sure if that faith should waver, all this would be lost with his awakening. From time to time, he gazed at her hesitantly, unsure, but her smile convinced him all was well, all was as it should be.

Eventually, Catherine suggested a walk. He took her hand again and donned his cloak, pulling the hood up to hide his face. Catherine shook her head and smiled, then she led him out into the sunshine. Leisurely, they strolled by the waters edge, soft ribbons of light crossed its surface. He had seen these long silver threads before, deep within the waterfall as it cascaded into the deep pool below. But never like this, never with such an intensity, never with the same breathtaking beauty.

His arm, about Catherine's shoulders tightened, they stopped, she turned to face him. "I always wanted you to see this."

"I always regretted I had not. I am still at a loss to understand how this can be!"

"You want too many answers Vincent. Stop trying to rationalise the situation......... just accept it."

"Catherine, you died! I held you in my arms, felt the life leave your body."

"Just as it did yours."

"Mine?"

"Yes, that's why I came for you. I wanted to be sure you didn't get lost."

"Are you telling me that we are both.......... dead?"

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she reach up to kiss him. Vincent felt the touch of her lips on his own, the warmth of her breath as it flowed into his mouth.

"Does that feel.... dead?" She asked.

"Oh no......... everything seems so vibrant, rich and alive. My heart is chasing my reason round in circles, reason telling me this cannot be, but my heart feels the reality."

“Then believe your heart, trust in the power of love, and this will never fade. Even death has no power over love, it never can."

"And all this has been created by love?"

"Yes........ this......... and all we are yet to share, with those we love, those who shared our dreams and hopes."

"They are all here?"

"Yes Vincent............. as long as there are people who believe in the power of love, those who hear the music, they share all we have become and all we can ever be. For as long as we are loved, our dream will last."

"But the music has left us Catherine."

"There are others who hear it, who will always hear it. They keep our dream alive and because of them............. what we share will never die."

A bright gleam of joy came into Vincent's eyes, his cloak slid off his shoulders to lie at his feet, there was no need to hide now, at last he realised it. Shaking his hair back from his face, he stepped away from her, and gazed at her stunning beauty. Slowly, he began to walk up the hill towards the trees, he turned, held out his hand and smiled.

"Come Catherine................ There is much to see."

"We have an eternity Vincent."

Catherine walked to his side, her arm encircled his waist as his closed around her. With a surety in his step and pride in his bearing he took her into the trees, as they walked forwards into the future, knowing their dream would never end. Secure in the knowledge that whatever seasons came and passed, it would always be spring in their hearts.

Oh, to be part of the music,

One with the melodious strain,

Reminding us of the wonder

Of love's bright season again.

To see the blessed Springtime

Promise a Summer bright,

Followed by a vibrant Autumn,

Then a peaceful Winter night.

And in all the changing seasons,

To know we play a part

In the music, which links together

The Seasons Of The Heart.

- Amber