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Bellwether Chapter Thirty Two
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� How was the
marathon? *G * InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly
and wondermous for archiving/hosting.�
ProPhile: Now that I�m back on the other computer, I have something to
email you.� Morgan: Be around tonight?
Readers/Reviewers: Thank you SO much for reading and reviewing as you can! I
really appreciate it! J

�� Professor
Xavier smiled pleasantly, decades of ingrained politeness working on autopilot
in the quaint drawing room of the inn. The gentleman to his left was going on
and on about some sort of off shore holdings his accountant set up for him and
the Professor managed to bite back the urge to inform the man that talk of
finances was exceeding rude, especially in mixed company, and instead sipped
his whiskey, allowing a small nod of feigned interest as the man prattled on
about Bermuda and banks and his shell companies.� The upright businessman in Xavier�s soul
demanded he make a cutting remark, coolly call the SEC and drop the other guest
in the proverbial grease, but the Professor tamped that voice down for the
moment.� His attention was focused on the
maid, setting a tray of hors d�ouvres on the delicate end table before hurrying
towards the double doors leading into the hall.�
He carefully looked elsewhere, murmuring his agreement with whatever the
man at his elbow said, taking another long draught from his whiskey.� She looked fine, unbruised, but he knew as
well as any that not all bruises had to show.�
He felt her flicker at the edge of his awareness, seeking him out, but
he held still, gazing out of the drawing room window onto the midday lawn.� At home, it was barely morning, early yet and
likely slow-going.� He had not heard from
his charges or friends in weeks and, while ostensibly relaxing, it was driving
him mad.� �
�� Xavier,
old man, are you even listening?�
�� Hmmm? Oh,
I do apologize� I�m afraid I was lost in some thought�� He smiled companionably at the chatty
gentleman and nodded towards the plate of snacks.� �Care for a sandwich?�
�� Oh, that�s
a bunch of rubbish.� Who can eat cucumber
and butter sandwiches? Much less such small ones! Barely a mouthful�� he
trailed off, is gaze lighting on the maid.�
�Speaking of mouthfuls��
�� Professor
Xavier�s expression shifted quickly into one of severe displeasure.� Lust rolled off the man�Roberts, he
remembered the man�s name suddenly�like a tidal wave.� Thick as molasses, it made the Professor feel
mired and tainted, lust driven by avarice far darker than lust driven by carnal
desire.� �She�s married,� he informed
Roberts coolly, setting the nearly empty tumbler of whiskey aside.�
�� Mmm.� Never stopped anyone before.� It�s a ring, not a chastity belt�� He guffawed at his own humorless joke,
elbowing the Professor jovially.�
Professor Xavier shifted, moving his wheelchair back a few inches as
nonchalantly as he could manage, despite his desire to wreak great havoc upon
Robert�s person in any way possible.� It would
not do, he told himself sternly, to create a scene so close to the end of
things.� �So, Xavier, you going out on
that silly little picnic the inn�s organized this afternoon?� The women seem to be in the throes of some
Jane Austen induced romanticism so I suppose I�d better put in an appearance��
�� Professor
Xavier raised a brow but did not say anything right away.� The inn *did* seem to be trying for a very
romanticized Regency vibe[1]
and he wondered, with bitter amusement, if that meant they would be required to
wear �unmentionables[2]�
and high crowned beavers while the ladies were stuffed into crinoline and
spensers and they all ate syllabub[3] and
poorly preserved meat.� �I fear that I
must refuse, politely, the picnic.� It�s
quite difficult for me to reach the site they have chosen, given that there is
no wheelchair path,� he shrugged indifferently but not rudely.� It was really no matter to him; he did not
expect a place as old as this in to have handicap access, not did he wish to
push the issue especially when he was perfectly content to plan his
maneuvers.� Maybe, he mused, he could do
this earlier, before the evening fell, while everyone was distracted with the
picnic�
�� Xavier!�
Roberts snapped his fingers by the Professor�s ears.� �Come back to the light,� he laughed as the Professor
turned a neutral expression on him.� �You
were out to lunch for a moment there!�
�� Professor
Xavier smiled tightly, nodding towards Roberts� wife.� �Your wife seems to be trying to get your
attention.� She looks none too pleased.�� She had found, he knew, the pictures. And the
jewelry that was not hers.� And, he
thought with a tiny tinge of amusement, she had found the divorce attorney�s
number in her hand bag.� The number she
did not remember putting in there herself but would later tell friends she had
brought along, just in case.� With a sigh
of relief as Roberts hurried to his wife�s side, Professor Xavier withdrew to
the alcove across the room from the picture window.� It was as private as he could manage, given
the circumstances.�
�� Excuse me,�
a soft, feminine voice intoned as he got comfortable.
�� Barely
restraining annoyed groan, he looked up at the maid and forced a smile.� �Yes?��
�� Telephone,�
she murmured, bobbing an old fashioned curtsey and handing him a portable
handset.� �It�s a Miss Munro.�
�� Professor
Xavier took the phone gingerly and nodded, dismissing the girl.� _*Tonight, _ * he promised her, and was not
mistaken when he thought her step was a bit lighter after that.� �Storm?�
�� Professor,�
her voice came through the line as crisp and clear as if she were standing next
to him.� �I�m afraid we need you home as
soon as possible�� There�s been some
developments.�

[1] If you
want a good idea of Regenc history, check out �What Jane Austen Ate and Charles
Dickens Knew� and �Dicken�s Fur Coat and Charlotte�s Unanswered letters,� both
by Daniel Pool. They cover the 19^th Century in Britain, the details
of daily life, etc, in a way that both makes clear some of the Regency romance
stuff and also dispels a lot of the romanticism of the eras (like discussion
the window taxes, how women were expected to dress ALL the time, etc).� They�re very interesting, esp if you like
Regency period books.�

[2] For a
long time, it was EXCEEDINGLY vulgar to mention trousers and ladies were forced
to feign or experience real embarrassment if someone called them anything other
than unmentionables.� And a high crowned
beaver is a hat, you pervs ;).�

[3] http://www.greenchronicle.com/recipes/syllabub.htm
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