Page 137 of The Valiant Knight
To say the least.
Together, they moved around the room, and when she opened one of the stained-glass windows, it swung out. That was incredibly dangerous.
“A person could fall out of this window easily, or be shoved out,” she said, staring down at the courtyard and fountain below.”
He grabbed her by the back of the pants.
“Let’s not test that theory out, Lass. I’ve had all the scares I can handle today. The last thing I need is for you to take a tumble.”
Oh, that she understood.
Honestly, her too.
As they stood there, they let the breeze come in, clearing out the stale air. It was clear no one had been there for a while. Between the dust, and the spider webs, this had been secured from anyone’s eyes.
When she saw a writing desk, Gabby was curious. Heading that way, she got to investigating. Rifling through the drawers, she wasn’t quite sure what she was looking for anyway.
In one of the drawers, she found a journal, and it, like the rest of the place, was covered in dust.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“I think it’s a journal,” she said, excitedly.
Opening it, she flipped through the pages and settled on the last entry.
“Oh, listen to this, Finn,” she said, sitting on the floor and having him join her.
As soon as he parked it by her, she read it to him.
‘Journal entry, eighteen eighty-seven.
Today, my father-in-law, Marcus Granndach told us that we are leaving for the United States. He’s procured passage for us on a vessel. Half of the family plans on staying, but the other half is going to start a new life in the new world.
I don’t know what to think.
I’m scared and excited. Taking my sons to a new place where we have never seen is terrifying, but we’re built of healthy stock. I’m sure we’ll be okay. I dream of a day where we cannot struggle. While being a Granndach is a good thing, and we’re important to this village, times are tough here. Between the British and the Irish, it’s a nonstop struggle. Bad times are coming, and we need to do this now.
I hope we survive.
I’m leaving this journal here so that anyone who finds this one day will know the truth. We existed, and we lived in this castle.
Oh, and it has ghosts.
That’s what happens when you’re idiotic enough to put graves in your home. Whoever thought of that was not thinking with their whole head.
See you in the new world.
Rebecca Granndach.’
She turned the page, and there was nothing else there. It appeared that she meant what she said about leaving the book there.
“I bet the Blackhawks would love to have this in the library. It’s the history of this castle.”
Oh, she had that look in her eye.
“You’re going to read it, aren’t you?” he asked.
She actually laughed.
