Isabella lifted the hood of her velvet cloak, hiding her dark brown
"It is imperative that we act--and act quickly," she whispered as she
their way through the quiet, nearly deserted street,
"So many lives hang
He smiled endearingly at her worry,"I know, Isabella."
"...Chauvelin will NOT hesitate..."
"I know, Isabella," Connor repeated calmly.
"What is imperative," their leader repeated,"Is that you keep safe,
If there is
one thing we must avoid, it is allowing Chauvelin the opportunity to
our hands in
assisting the Pimpernel. Lest we find ourselves with stretched necks.."
Connor's eyes twinkled merrily in the dim moonlight,
"A sense of humour is NOT necessary, Monsieur MacLeod," Isabella
Eliza attempted to hide a chuckle.
"Indeed--it is not necessary," the other woman said with a brisk
nod,"However, this is
where we must part. God be with you, my friends."
Isabella smiled, squeezing the other woman's be-gloved hand,
Eliza. You know that we shall do all that we can to keep Chauvelin from
"I know you shall." Pulling her black hood over her head, Lady Eliza
disappeared into the
When she had gone, the two old comrades looked at one another
silently for a
Neither spoke--then again, neither had to. There was a strange, almost
between the two friends.
"I believe we have two options," Isabella said, as Connor took her
down the dimly lit street.
"We either quietly find our way to the prison and to the
Connor grinned, seeing the wrinkling of her pert nose at the thought.
"We cause a commotion the likes of which Monsieur Chauvelin has never
ever see again."
"Then, it's decided."
They smiled at each other, speaking in unison,
"A commotion, it is!"
The two parted company then, and agreed to meet at the gaol before
They met again, not far from the gates that surronded Paris' gaol.
Isabella had, obviously, changed in the time they had been seperated.
dark satin gown for a red velvet skirt and a peasant's off-the-shoulder
blouse, exposing far more
than was truly proper for a lady befitting her station in life.
"Isabella Katerina Delacroix, I can not, for the life of me, believe
dressed like that!
You look like a common whore!"
A smile widened on her face, her pearly white teeth flashing against
scarlet red of
the lip paint she had applied,
"Don't be silly, Connor."
"Isabella--cover yourself at--Isabella?"
As he continued blustering, his friend walked--or, rather,
standing at the front of the gaol. He heard her murmur something in a
disgustingly thick French
accent--much thicker than that which she spoke most commonly. And then,
were mistaken, he saw her slip the guard a small, velvet pouch--no doubt
of gold coins. He
shook his head, grinning. The brazen girl had attempted to bribe one of
gendarmes. And it
worked. The guard smiled greedily at the pouch, testing it's weight in
left hand, before
reaching for Isabella with his right. Barely blinking an eye, she
small dagger with a
jeweled hilt from the bodice of her gown, pressing it to the man's neck,
before indicating for
Connor to approach. He did so, still stupefied by his friend's daring.
"We'll tie him up and hide him," Isabella whispered
guard. That way you'll be the first man encountered by the Pimpernel
you'll be able to warn them before they even approach the gaol."
Connor couldn't help but feel somewhat annoyed at her. His amazement
bravado had disappeared, replaced by a lingering feeling of displeasure.
treated as though he were incompetant, though he knew she meant nothing
Isabella laughed, pressing a quick and impetuous kiss to Connor's
"My darling, this is the Pimpernel we're discussing," she reminded
hint of teasing
in her tone,"The most daring man in all of France or..Britain, for that
Connor grinned finally,"You're right. He would use the front,
"Indeed." she laughed.
"However, my `darling`," Connor interrupted, his tone
for all we
know, already knows of your--escapade. He could be using us as pawns to
"We need--a commotion."
"Indeed." Connor repeated.
Her blue eyes lit up,"We need---gun powder."
She rolled her eyes in annoyance,
"First of all, my brain is not
point, I have a plan."
"And that's supposed to make me feel better?"
Her eyebrow arched and a slow, catlike smile spread across her
"Acquire some gunpowder, Connor. I know what to do with it."
"That's what I'm worried about," he muttered, before disappearing to
As Sir Percy, masquerading as the Scarlet Pimpernel, approached the
the small building was surronded by flames--smoke curling densely in the
sky. A slow
smile curved across his lips, realizing that the smoke was meant to be a
warning. In the
distance, he saw two figures on horseback. The slimmer figure lifted
in a jaunty
salute, before reigning in her white horse and disappearing into the
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