Darcy Saga 01 Mr. & Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy by Sharon Lathan Page B

assertions regarding your qualifications as she does." He paused to kiss her some more. "Of course," he teased, "it is all a moot point as I intend to keep you locked in my bedchamber for several weeks, at least so I may have unfettered and undisturbed access to you!"
    Lizzy grinned. "If you mean to frighten me by that threat, Mr. Darcy, you have failed miserably. Frankly, I can think of no place on earth I would rather be than in your bedchamber, provided you are there as well, naturally." She accompanied her words with sensitively placed caresses and kisses, causing Darcy to groan and close his eyes in mute surrender.
    It was some time before he sought to find his voice or even that he was able to. Finally, breathlessly, he begged, "Desist, woman! You win! I shall exact my revenge for this torture, however, so be warned." He moved away from her to compose himself, refusing to acknowledge the expression of amusement and triumph on her face.
    Time passed in comfortable companionship. Lizzy was riveted to the passing scenery, all of it lushly green moorland and rolling hills. The River Derwent was a constant companion as the main road wove alongside it, crossing frequently over stone bridges. They traveled through Matlock, but Rivallain, the estate of Lord and Lady Matlock, was not visible. Darcy pointed out the places of interest as they glided by, but they did not halt. Both were too anxious to be home.
    As they veered onto a secondary avenue and crossed over a stone bridge spanning the river, Darcy proclaimed, "We are well into Pemberley lands, Elizabeth. Look."
    The view was magnificent. The sun was low in the western sky, blanketing the spectacular landscape with soft shadows. To the west and east flowed seemingly endless fields of orchards and perfectly manicured farmland. Small, sturdy stone cottages were scattered randomly. Large numbers of sheep were noted as well as the horses that Pemberley was famous for. They saw a sizeable lake that was fed by numerous small streams from the hills and bordered on its eastern shore by a forest of cedar and pine that appeared to stretch to the horizon.
    On her tour with the Gardiners, Lizzy had approached Derbyshire and Pemberley from the northwest, having taken a circuitous route. These were areas she had not seen with any clarity, her return to Hertfordshire being filled with too much dismay to inspect the passing landscape.
    She scooted closer to him, resting a hand on his thigh, and he suspiciously watched her. "Do not fear, sir," she giggled. "I promise to behave...for now. How soon to the house?"
    "Only a couple of miles now. We will be arriving at twilight. I ordered the torches to be lit." He placed his arm around her shoulders and snuggled her near to his side. He kissed her forehead and then nestled his face into her hair. "My Lizzy!" he breathed, "I cannot express my joy, my elation, to be bringing you home with me. Do you have any idea how deeply I love you?"
    Her only reply was a bone-crunching hug. They held each other thus as the carriage proceeded down the tree-lined drive to the gravelly expanse before the entrance portico, not separating until the carriage slowed to a halt.
    "How do I look?" she asked him.
    "Stunning," he answered truthfully. He kissed her lips tenderly and touched her cheek with his fingertips. "We are home."

    Lamps were lit in abundance, giving the house a bright and cheery glow of welcome. Scattered around the grounds were tall torches, lending increased illumination in the gathering darkness of evening. Mrs. Reynolds and Mr. Keith, the steward, waited atop the entryway steps under the wide canopy, both smiling warmly. Darcy led Elizabeth forward.
    "Mrs. Reynolds, you remember Miss Elizabeth Bennet? Now it is my boundless honor and joy to introduce you to her again as my wife, Mrs. Darcy."
    Mrs. Reynolds curtseyed. Her face was beaming and, in an act of spontaneous pleasure, she took Elizabeth's hands in hers. "Welcome to Pemberley, Mrs. Darcy.