From Across the Ancient Waters (50 page)

“Then I shall certainly keep my distance,” said Percy. “Are Grey Tide and Red Rhud still the best choices for me?”

“That depends on what kind of mount you want.”

“You know me—I’m a beginner, remember.”

“Hardly!” rejoined Florilyn. “You can claim to be faster than me.”

Even as she said the words, a flash of pain crossed Florilyn’s face. “To answer your question, they are probably more reliable than ever. They are nine years old and not as fast as they once were but still the best two mounts in our stables. I think I will take out Crimson Sun.”

“Who’s that?”

“Red Rhud’s foal. He’s only a year and a half. We’re still training him. But he is a gentle young stallion. I’ll take him today, and he can get to know your voice and smell. Perhaps you can try him later.”

“Sound’s good. I’ll stick with Grey Tide then.”

Half an hour later, they left the grounds.

“Have you seen Harlech Castle?” asked Florilyn.

“No. North of here, isn’t it?”

“Yes, about three or four miles. It’s worth the ride.”

They set out down the hill. Florilyn led along the main road, bypassing the village. They came in sight of what had for so long been the Barrie cottage, though neither mentioned it.

“How long will you be staying?” asked Florilyn as they clomped slowly along side by side. “Will you be here all summer?”

“You have no objection?” said Percy, a hint of fun returning to his tone.

“Goodness, no! I hope you do.”

“Well that’s good, because I still have a score to settle with you from five years ago.”

“With me? What are you talking about?” Florilyn laughed.

“Our bet … on the race … that day on the beach. You
owe
me! The loser has to wait on the winner for a day.”

“Hmm … I’d hoped you had forgotten that!” She smiled.

“I am simply biding my time, waiting for just the right moment to claim my winnings,” rejoined Percy. “But to answer your question, I have no timetable. I have a good apprenticeship with a solicitor’s firm in Aberdeen. Mr. Snyder, the man who’s taken me under his wing, didn’t want me to come south at all. I am supposed to be working for him right now. But I told him I had to take time to come to Wales again.”

“He is expecting you back?”

Percy nodded. “But I gave no promises when that would be. There are things I wanted to settle before I return north.”

“Things?
About … what?”

“Just … things, you know. The future and all that. Sometimes you need to get away from your normal routine to put your life in perspective. I will graduate in a year. Then I plan to enter law school. There is much to consider.”

“And after that?” probed Florilyn.

“I don’t know—the practice of law, I suppose. I probably don’t sound very enthusiastic. But I love law. It’s fascinating to wrap your mind around all sides of a dilemma. But there are so many types of law. I haven’t settled on an area of specialization yet. There are times I think nothing would be as rewarding as being a country solicitor in some small, out-of-the-way village where you would know everyone and be part of the community. You would have the chance to help people and be involved in their lives.”

“Someplace like … Llanfryniog?” queried Florilyn.

“I suppose. Though I doubt the need for a solicitor’s services is felt often enough in a village
this
small to make a poor lawyer much of a living.” Percy chuckled. “But then I waver to the opposite extreme and think about the opportunities in a large city like Aberdeen or Edinburgh or Glasgow.”

“I cannot imagine you as the big-city type.” Florilyn smiled.

“I’ve been a city boy all my life except for my brief times here.”

“Which is the real you?”

“Hmm … a good question. I’m not sure I know yet. Maybe that’s one of those things I need to resolve. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What are your plans?”

“You asked me that once before. I told you that women don’t have plans. I am a country girl—I don’t think there’s any doubt about that. I once thought I would love the big city. London is exciting and vibrant and all that, but it’s not for me. I could never live anywhere I couldn’t ride for an hour without seeing another human being.”

“I never took you for a loner.”

Florilyn smiled. “I’m not sure that’s the word I would use. I just like being out in the country, with nature all about me and with no sounds of bustle and activity.”

They rode on in silence. In former years they would have been galloping and laughing and bantering and racing. On this day, however, their hearts were full of the thoughts that young men and young women often have who are not sure what the future holds. Theirs was an uncertain time in life. Adulthood beckoned, but the perplexities of youth remained. Those perplexities hung heavy on the hearts of the two cousins as they contemplated what lay ahead for them.

“I think a lot of you, Florilyn,” said Percy at length. “I hope you know that.”

“I think I do,” replied Florilyn. “The feeling is mutual.”

Again it was quiet. Both were thinking. Yet neither could divulge the full nature of their thoughts. The rest of the ride passed uneventfully. Percy’s mind was busier than he let on.

The Familiar Hills

P
ercy’s ride with Florilyn helped clarify his thoughts. It also added new complexities to his speculations.

There was much to think about, much to pray about. If ever he needed his father, that time was now. Unfortunately his father was three hundred miles away. Something also told him that the decision before him was one he needed to resolve on his own. If he was not sure enough to make up his own mind, then he was not sure
enough
. He had to be sure within
himself
.

He did not ride with Florilyn again for the rest of the week. He saw little of her. But he was watching. More and more, she filled his thoughts and prayers.

Roderick, Katherine, and Florilyn went to church on Sunday. Courtenay never accompanied them now. His aunt and uncle assumed Percy would go with them. But after comments he had heard in the village, Percy knew that sufficient speculation existed about his intentions toward his cousin without fueling it further by allowing half the town to see them together.

From his manner on their ride, Florilyn understood that it was time for her to wait. She accompanied her parents with a quiet, hopeful, patient heart.

Once they were on their way, Percy went to the stables, saddled Grey Tide, and set out northeastward into the Snowdonian hills. The moment he left the manor, he knew his destination.

Percy arrived at the overlook high above the translucent mountain lake an hour and a half later. At this place he had heard Gwyneth’s wonderfully strange crooning voice beckoning to the animals that they could come to her without fear. He now knew the way down to the meadow as well. But he would never take that path again. The sights to which it led could be shared with only one person in the world.

Up here, however, this overlook was
his
private special place. Not even Gwyneth knew of that day he had watched her until the holiness of the moment had overwhelmed him.

This was another day like that one. Though Gwyneth would never know of it, his heart must again somehow connect with hers. He would give anything to know what she was thinking at this moment. The questions filling his mind were not merely about why she had left. She could not remain in Llanfryniog without her father and Grannie. Wherever they went, she would always go. They were her chief responsibility. He would never question that.

But why had there been no word to anyone? Not to Florilyn … no message left for him. Her leaving also left unanswered the nagging question why she had not met him on the promontory two years earlier. The unexpected turmoil of recent days left
too
much unanswered.

Why should he not be happy for Gwyneth? Whatever had taken place, wherever they had gone, Codnor Barrie would do nothing that was not for her best. He knew the man well enough to know that. According to Tilman Heygate, Gwyneth’s future was the primary reason for the move. Perhaps they had inherited money from a distant relative.

Then why the mystery? Or had Codnor been offered a lucrative job elsewhere that would enable him to pay for further education for Gwyneth? Was it even possible that she had been betrothed to a man of means somewhere? Could
that
be the opportunity Barrie spoke of?

Whatever it was, how could he be sad for himself? Gwyneth was being given opportunities that Barrie could not have reason to expect from any other quarter. It was time for him to be
glad
for them, to rejoice for whatever future Gwyneth’s father was now in a position to give her.

What, then, did this sudden change mean for him? Where did it leave his personal reasons for coming to Wales this summer? Had he become too anxious for God to reveal His will?

If Gwyneth was truly
gone …
forever … if he had no way to find her and would never see her again … what would she want him to do now? He could almost hear her voice as he recalled his previous visit:
“Miss Florilyn is expecting you to be her escort
. “

At last the question that had been stirring and bubbling in the emotional confusion of his subconscious for days rose to the surface. The words were simple. But the implication was enormous: Would she want him to give his love to another? To one whom she herself loved as selflessly as he knew Gwyneth loved Florilyn?

Percy smiled. He knew the answer well enough. Gwyneth was so selfless, she would
never
think of herself. She would only think of him and those she loved. He knew beyond a doubt that he would have her blessing.

Could that perhaps be the reason she had not come to meet him at the promontory? Had she been trying to tell him two years ago that she knew Florilyn loved him and that ultimately he would have to choose between them? Had she been trying to make that choice easier for him even then?

And yet … he still had Florilyn’s best to think of. Was it right … for her?

Percy had left Glasgow for Wales a week ago knowing that love beat in his heart. But was
love
the same as
affection?
And where did friendship between two young people fit into the kind of love that would last a lifetime? He had come here to find out the answers to such questions. But then immediately upon his arrival, so suddenly, circumstances had changed.

Pausing in his thoughts, Percy reflected on that word—
circumstances
. Was this an example of what his father so often said, that the Lord used circumstances to confirm His leading … occasionally even to
change
the direction of his leading?

“What are You trying to say to me, Lord?” Percy whispered aloud. “Are these
Your
circumstances speaking to me?”

Even his own soft voice seemed an intrusion upon the solemnity of the place where he sat.

Percy’s thoughts filled with Florilyn. He knew that she loved him. Whether she was actually expecting a proposal he had no way of knowing. But if what Chandos said was universally known, she must have been
waiting
for one.

Could he love her as she deserved to be loved? Could he give her of his very best without a divided heart?

Then came a startling question: Were he and Florilyn being drawn together all along?

The question sent him into a new round of reflection. He had once told her he was proud of her. But it went far deeper than that. She had become a young woman of character. She had been a bratty girl during his first visit. She and Courtenay had been birds of a feather. But then who was
he
to be talking? He had been a bratty kid, too. He chuckled to himself at the thought.

It took a special kind of person, and genuine depth of character, to change … really
change
. Florilyn had done so. He admired her for it. He did not love her for that reason alone, but that depth of character certainly deepened his regard for her.

He had changed. Florilyn had changed. Perhaps
they
were now birds of a feather … a young man and young woman who had been on the same spiritual journey all along. Was it perhaps even a journey, because she had always been good, in some strange way, that it was
impossible
for Gwyneth fully to share?

Had he and Florilyn been meant for one another from the beginning? If God was indeed leading them together, could he trust Him, even trust Him for himself, that he
could
be the best for Florilyn? To accept God’s leading also implied trusting Him enough to follow that leading.

Over the next few days, Percy continued to walk and ride alone. He visited many of his old haunts. He walked the hills praying and contemplating the future.

Over the coming days the sense—was it the divine nudging?—slowly grew on him that the answer to the big question was
yes
. He had come seeking resolution. Even more … a life companion. It seemed that God had now given him the answer he had been praying for.

After another week, he knew it was time to talk to Florilyn. This time about their future together.

Florilyn

B
y the sound of the knock, Florilyn knew who it was. She went to the door. There stood Percy. His look was unlike any expression she had seen on his countenance. He looked embarrassed, almost bashful.

“I need to talk to you, Florilyn,” he said, glancing down at the floor. “I would
like
to talk to you, I should say … if you have time … or should I come back—”

“Goodness, no. Of course I have time, Percy.”

He waited in the corridor.

She dashed into the room a moment then joined him and closed the door behind her.

They walked downstairs and left the house. It was silent for some time.

Percy led the way toward the garden. He was uncharacteristically agitated.