The Harrowing Estrangement Part VII (Novella)

October 1853
Longford River
It had been a week since William’s funeral. Mr Tetterby and Lucas visited the river, for the final custom. They were standing in the river, where the water reached until their knees. They were quiet for a long. Lucas broke the silence, and said, “Such a mystery, the entire family. I wonder if I should even consider solving it”.
Mr Tetterby smiled, and said, “That’s the Redlaws for you, everything is extraordinary about them: their life…and their death”.
Lucas smiled gently, and said, “Do you think he could have lived longer?”
“Yes, Martha would have kept him alive, if she did not pass away four days after her daughter’s death. I remember that William spoke about her as if she was very much alive”.
“Aaah, the old maid! I liked her tea. Well, that’s it then; I would rather leave this case for my amateur, enthusiast, potato-headed detectives, and shall catch burglars, and thieves. What do you think?”
Mr Tetterby smiled, but did not say anything. He looked at the wooden box he held in his hands, which contained the white quill and the leather notebook, which were both Patricia’s and William’s prized possession. He placed the box on the surface of the water, and let it flow with the currents. They both returned back to the bank, and left the place. The story of the Redlaws had finished here.
About twenty-five miles away from Hamworth town, a young boy was playing in the Colne. He was trying to collect some pebble. He saw a box floating in the water, and called his father.
“Father, look what is there?”
The father came running towards his son, and looked at the direction he was pointing.
“Aah, Buggers! First send a dead woman, and now a dead piece of log. Dear God! Have you thought of any good thing for me to do in this place? Forget about it son, I am not going in that cold water to drag a piece of nincompoop out of the river”.
“But Father, I want to see what is inside that box. Can I swim across and bring it to the bank?”
“You are not doing any such nuisance,” said his mother, standing behind them, and watching what was going on, “you wait right here young lad, and Father shall fetch you that thing!”
The father looks at his wife. He felt helpless now, as this was the end of the discussion now. He leaped in the water, swam in the current to get hold of the box, and brought it to the bank. He was drenched, and panting. The boy was excited to open the box.
“Well, go on! And open it now”.
The boy takes a moment, and slowly opened the box; he found a quill and a leather notebook inside it, a little wet from the river. The boy was very happy and excited to see what he found.
“Look Father, a quill and a notebook, God sent them to us. I can make pictures in this notebook. I always wanted a quill”.
The father took the notebook and quill from his hands, and observed them closely. He saw that something was engraved in the quill, by the nib.
“Thou shalt live your destiny”, he read it aloud, and looked at his smiling son.
“Well, take them, and do whatever the feather said; go live your destiny”.
The boy thanked his father, and ran toward his mother to show what he had found.

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