“We are going to spend the night in a house I have been loaned by the Lord Lieutenant, who is a friend of mine,” the Marquis replied. “No one can possibly find us there and there will be no disruptions.”
He smiled as he went on,
“Then tomorrow we are going to my home in Oxfordshire, which will be yours, my precious, in future. After that we are setting out on our honeymoon, which will be a surprise.”
“It sounds – too perfect,” Ula murmured.
Then she gave a little cry.
“The gypsies! I must let them know what has happened to me.”
“I thought of that and, while you were dressing, I sent one of my grooms to tell them you were to be married and also to express your gratitude and mine for their kindness in a more practical manner.”
“I hope they will not be insulted that you gave them money,” Ula said quickly.
“I told my groom to be very tactful,” the Marquis replied, “and I also informed them that any gypsies would always be welcome on any estate I own.”
“You could not have given them a better present!” Ula exclaimed.
They drove on and came to the house where the Marquis had been staying while he waited for her.
It was very pretty, beautifully appointed and she learned later that the Lord Lieutenant had been preparing it for one of his relatives who had been abroad for some time.
Everything about it was fresh and bright and, Ula thought, very beautiful, as well as a perfect background for the occasion.
There were discreet servants to wait on them and, when they had finished luncheon, the Marquis took her upstairs.
They went into a delightfully decorated bedroom with a large bed draped with silk curtains, that were as blue as Ula’s eyes, falling from a carved gold corolla.
“What a lovely room!” she exclaimed.
“I thought, my darling,” the Marquis said, “you would want to change from your wedding gown and your trunk which was brought here while we were having luncheon has been unpacked.”
She smiled at him.
“You think of everything!”
“I think of
you
,” he answered. “How can I think of anything else when you are so perfect and exactly what I always wanted my wife to be.”
Just for a moment Ula thought of Sarah.
As if the Marquis read her thoughts, he said,
“Forget about her! We all make mistakes in our lives and from now on your job, my lovely one, is to see that I make as few as possible in the future.”
As he spoke, he lifted her wreath from her head, then her veil and taking out the pins that held her hair in place, let it fall over her shoulders.
“Now you look like the angel you are,” he sighed, “my angel, who will guide and inspire me for the rest of my life.”
“Can I – really do – that?” Ula asked.
“It is what you have done already,” the Marquis replied, “and because of you I am very different from the man I was before.”
“I love you – just as you are,” she whispered.
Because she could not help it, she moved closer to him.
Then, as he kissed her, she felt him undoing her wedding dress.
As it fell to the ground with the softness of a sigh, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the canopied bed.
She lay against the soft pillows, feeling as if she was floating on a cloud and that once again she was dreaming.
Then, as the Marquis joined her, she knew it was no dream, but a glorious reality, so that once again her whole being was lifted up in a prayer of gratitude.
But, as she felt the Marquis’s lips on hers, his hands touching her, his body hard against the softness of hers, she could think of nothing but him.
“I – love you – I adore – you!” she whispered.
“I worship you,” he replied, “and it is something I shall do, my beloved, all my life!”
As he spoke, he felt her quiver from the movements of his hand to a first awakening to sensuousness and thought it the most exciting feeling he had ever experienced.
“You are not frightened,” he asked.
“A – little!”
“I will be very gentle.”
“I am not – frightened – of you.”
“Then of what, my precious?”
“Perhaps you will find me – dull and – disappointing and you – will no longer – love me and I will be all – alone again!”
“My angel, that is impossible!”
“Why?”
“Because I do not love you for your beauty and for your exquisite body only, but I adore your kind heart and more than anything else what is called your soul, which will make me love and worship you for ever.”
“How can you say such wonderful – wonderful – things to me?”
The tears ran down Ula’s cheeks as she asked,
“Do you really think – I have the – Divine Light that Papa said was – so important?”
‘To me,” the Marquis answered, “you shine like a star in the darkness, a star I will follow all my life.”
“Oh, darling – darling – I love – you.”
He kissed the tears away from Ula’s cheeks.
Then, as he held her closer still, she felt as if there were shafts of light flowing from his body into hers and from his mind into her mind.
She knew it was the Power of Divine Love, which was not, as she had thought, soft and gentle as the moonlight, but burning, as the heat of the sun.
She could feel it sweeping through her and rising from her breasts into her lips to meet the fire within the Marquis.
She knew then that love was strong, overpowering and an irresistible force that would drive them into doing great deeds and seeking far horizons.
The ecstasy and glory of it was a rapture beyond words.
The Marquis made her his and they became one, not only with their bodies but with their minds and their hearts.
The Divine Power carried them into the Heaven that exists for all those who find the true love which comes only from God.
It is the beauty and perfection of Eternal Life.
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An Angel Runs Away
Barbara Cartland
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