Before the Fire
By Maya Garcia
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Before the Fire is a radically different spin on the historic fiction novel. It is a true story, written in a narrative style, from the recollections of the protagonist, Southern belle and debutante, Miss Vivienne Marchand. Inspiration is taken from dreams, visions and other “near-miss”, déjà vu moments, experienced by the author, Maya Garcia.
Before the Fire traverses the South, as the reader follows Vivienne from her father’s plantation in Louisiana, to the Virginia estate of her beloved Benjamin Hollis, with whom she meets by chance for the first time whilst making her ‘debut’ in France, her parents’ homeland. During the day she leads a privileged life of soirees, teas and dances, with a hidden undercurrent of tension, as she conspires at night with Benjamin and others to facilitate one of the greatest secret human heists in history; the Underground Railroad.
Following closely behind, but by no means tagging along, are her younger sister, L’ilien, and Benjamin’s elder brother, Alfred, who have also entwined themselves in a love match.
The story begins with the growing love between Benjamin and Vivienne, as he pursues her in secret, testing the waters and overcoming his shyness before finally approaching the star of his dreams. There are obstacles along the way, and rivals for his affection, namely from a childhood friend, the malicious Clarissa Davidson, with whom his father, Jonathan, has arranged a match, unbeknownst to him. The love story between Benjamin and Vivienne is one for the ages, and it will inspire the reader to believe that anything is possible where true love is concerned; even overcoming seemingly insurmountable obstacles!
Before the Fire is a tale of life, love and fraternity, but it is also about the pursuit of justice in a wildly unjust time. As the winds of the Civil War swoop down upon the happy couples, their bonds are tested to the limit as families and communities are divided between North and South, slavery and anti-slavery sentiments. Mere business rivals become arch enemies as their mettle is tested. The animosity between rival shipping tycoons Benjamin Hollis and Henry Farnsworth reaches fever pitch as the war rages around them. What started out as shady business practices by Farnsworth escalates into an all-out, personal assault against the entire Hollis family, and all of Benjamin’s well-kept secrets are in danger of being exposed.
Benjamin, a staunch Abolitionist will fight to the death if necessary to keep his alliances a secret, if not his sentiments, if only to protect those for whom he is fighting, but Farnsworth has it in for him, as you will see in the ensuing text.
Maya Garcia
Maya David Garcia is a multiracial Indigenous (Nahua, Hñañú) disabled, demisexual 2 spirit agenderflux visual artist, author, experimental audio artist/songwriter. They are also a survivor of sexual abuse, MMIWG2S trafficking, and domestic violence. They have been an outspoken advocate for gender equality, 2SLGBTQIA rights, mental health, disability rights, Indigenous issues and social justice, participating every year in awareness campaigns about sexual assault.
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Before the Fire - Maya Garcia
Before the Fire
Copyright 2015 Maya Garcia
Published by Maya Garcia at Smashwords
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Table of Contents
Acknowledgements
Dedication
Introduction
Chapter 1: The Introduction Seduction
Chapter 2: Mardi Gras
Chapter 3: An Unfortunate Arrangement
Chapter 4: A Hopeful Encounter
Chapter 5: Vindication
Chapter 6: Calamity in a Fairy Tale
Chapter 7: The Ultimate Soirée
Chapter 8: A Rude Awakening
Chapter 9: Westward Ho!
Chapter 10: A Fruitful Reunion
Chapter 11: Peacocks and Pleasant Surprises
Chapter 12: Before and After the Fire
Chapter 13: More Unexpected Surprises
Chapter 14: Félicitations
Chapter 15: Northerly Bound
Chapter 16: A Fond 'Adieu'and New Beginnings
Chapter 17: Prelude: The Drama Begins
Chapter 18: Bon Voyage
Chapter 19: Smoke Rising, and the Winds of War
Chapter 20: Refugee Rebels
Chapter 21: Maison is Where the Heart Is
Chapter 22: Sweet Revenge for a Scoundrel
Chapter 23: Awakening
Chapter 24: Save the Last Dance
Chapter 25: After the Fire: An Omen
Chapter 26: The Aftermath
Epilogue : Vivienne’s Reprise
Acknowledgements:
Thank you, Carmelita Garcia-Kayes, for assisting with content editing. Your knowledge on the history, and culture of the Civil War era was so very helpful!
Special thanks to Suzi Parker and Kendra Campbell, for sharing endless hours of conversation, and for brainstorming ideas with me. Thank you also for writing a stunning introduction, Kendra!
Very special thanks to Deena Roth, for editing the French text in this book, and for your loving support, guidance and encouragement.
I’d like to extend a huge thank you also to Alysia Slusser, for designing the stunning book cover!
Alison Wagner, you are amazing! Thank you for your assistance with copy editing, and feedback. I couldn’t have done this without you!
Cynthia Garcia-Gordon and Delangelo Gordon, my loving parents, thank you for being my ‘rock’, and for your support; keeping my ‘house in order’; literally and figuratively.
Margo Oetliker, Kristina Rebic-Podvalej, Isabelle Phillips, Nicole Unger, Victoria Harris, Julia Foster, Christine Dmytryk Shapka, Drenda Lamar, and Jennifer Mayberry; thank you all for your love, support, feedback, inspiration and friendship.
And finally, thank you to my favorite band, Duran Duran, for inspiring me to pursue my dreams again, after a very long hiatus. Your music and spirit are a source of eternal joy and inspiration. Long may you reign!
This book is just the beginning, but I couldn’t have done it without all of you; much love and gratitude.
To my eternal inspiration and divine counterpart. I AM, because of you. I hope we will meet again, in this lifetime.
A Most Poetic Introduction
Written By Kendra Campbell
In the shadows of the night we move,
Sway, chandelier sway;
Move in the groove you feel in your soul,
Sway, chandelier, sway;
Declaration of devotion, feel the pulse of the world,
Sway, chandelier sway;
Tomorrow's Revolution begins today,
Sway, chandelier sway;
Cast off your shackles of doubt and cry no more,
And sway chandelier sway.
Damask pattern on Vivienne’s gift box: Chapter 1 The Introduction Seduction
Chapter 1: The Introduction Seduction
The box presented to her made her eyes light up in wonder. She let out an audible gasp as she took in the beautifully-decorated minutiae. The box was covered in velvet, damask-embossed fabric, with a large, wine-colored satin bow. Small slivers of crystal were encrusted all around the perimeter of the box. The giver of this gift had clearly paid a lot of care and attention to the details of the decoration, making this gift as special as possible. She could only wonder, as her ruby lips parted slightly, the corner eventually making its way behind her teeth, biting down in anticipation, what lay inside the box.
Fortunately for her, she didn't have to wait very long to find out. The bow surrendered to her delicate grasp, effortlessly unraveling, and the box lid carefully succumbed to the centrifugal force of her gentle tugging. She gasped again as she lifted the lid of the oblong box. Inside it contained a hat, but not just any hat. The most exquisitely-beautiful hat she'd ever seen. The brim of the hat was swathed in fine Irish lace, and the band festooned with the finest feathers, dyed in the most gorgeous jade greens, robin's egg yellows, and amethyst purples. Betwixt the luxurious feathers lay a single peacock feather, Vivienne's favorite kind of plumage. She squealed with delight as she lifted the hat up from its previous home, running over to the polished, silver-framed mirror to try it on. It was a perfect fit, and she was as pretty as a picture in it.
L'ilien, her younger sister, also squealed with delight upon first sight of the new chapeau, and fawned over the object of beauty, which sat atop her sister's head.
She exclaimed, Oh Vivienne, you will truly be the belle of the ball tonight with that hat! Which one of your admirers gave you this?!
She smirked knowingly at her sister with that last statement, leaning towards her, one hand gripping the post of her canopy bed, the other resting firmly upon her hip in a sardonic manner. Vivienne gently laughed and replied; Why my dear sister, I have NO idea! There is a card, but it simply states thus, ‘Mon cœur est à toi pour l'éternité.
They both emitted a short, sharp giggle at such a flowery profession of love from a random stranger. Whoever would have the cheek to take such liberties, ma belle?
L'ilien asked, smiling again, whilst shaking her head in disbelief.
Vivienne shrugged flippantly, smiling as she caught her reflection out of the corner of her eye. She tipped the brim of her hat and bowed, imitating a gentleman caller. "Well, one thing I
shall declare— whoever this rather forward gentleman is, he does have exquisite taste! How does he know, I simply adore peacock feathers?!"
Vivienne Gabrielle Du Parnasse Marchand was a tall, elegant woman with natural beauty and effortless panache. Her ‘patchwork-colored’ eyes were her best feature. When the light hit them in a certain way, all heads would turn and look in her direction, especially when dressed in
her finery, ready to receive her bevy of courtiers. Admirers would write sonnets about the impossible beauty of those two, round orbs, and the men of New Orleans all tried to speculate as to their actual color. She knew how to use her beauty to her advantage, and had the grace and elegance that accompanied so many women of her heritage, plus the warmth and gentility of good breeding, and family.
Her father Gabriel was descended from a long line of gentry back in the Montparnasse area of Paris, France. Her mother, Marcelle Céleste, also came from a long line of landed gentry, but she had a bit more of a checkered past. As a performer with big dreams, she embarked upon a career in the theater. She too was of exceptional beauty and refinement, and broke with many traditions for girls of her station by having a career of her own, in show business. They met one evening at a ‘salon’, or gathering, in a café in the theater district, and it was love at first sight. They wanted to marry, and Marcelle's parents were naturally thrilled that a man of such distinction should wish to marry their ‘wayward’ daughter, but Viktor, Gabriel's father, was dead set against the union. They had a battle of wits for months, and in the end, they reached an agreement. Gabriel was threatened with disowning if he did not make the treacherous journey to America, to secure the Marchand family's long-term fortunes, with his widowed father.
Monsieur Viktor Marchand, Gabriel's father, came from an ancient line of successful businessmen and decorated politicians, and he had hoped to secure a respectable position in the new government for his rebellious son, who chose to disobey his direct orders by marrying a ‘performer.’ She was beneath him in social standing, if not in class, and in 19th Century France class and social standing were everything. His fathers and grandfathers before him had worked their way up the line of aristocracy, insofar as to secure a seigneurie (lordship) in Montparnasse, both land and title, and he was not about to allow his son to bring the family name into disgrace. Therefore, they reached a compromise; in order for Gabriel to retain the Marchand name and fortune and marry Marcelle, he must accompany Viktor to America, to make a new start, in the state of Louisiana.
Viktor’s dream was to return to France with his eldest son as decorated heroes, and gilded men, but sadly his time in Louisiana was to be short-lived. The grueling six-week journey across the Atlantic Ocean took its toll on Monsieur Marchand’s health, and he died only a few months after landing in America from yellow fever. He suffered from a bite of an unfamiliar, vampire-like bug; the mosquito. This insect was rampant in the swamp-like climate of Louisiana, which the pampered gentleman was ill-prepared for.
Unlike his father, Gabriel quickly learned how to survive in the New World, instructing his small crew of slaves to knit mosquito nets, and using native herbs, such as goldenseal and pennyroyal, to keep the biting insects at bay. He also took a radical step for his time, and befriended the local Creole residents, learning how to cultivate rice, vegetables, fruits, tobacco, corn, and sugarcane, which he produced in surplus and sold. He was also an entrepreneur, developing sugarcane products for export, including fine liqueurs, various forms of refined sugars, sweets and elixirs, which he traded for a mint by exporting them back to his home country. He soon obtained the means to build a large plantation home, furnishing it with beautiful things, importing cloisonné objets d'Art, and lace curtains from Ireland for his wife.
In the end, his inheritance was simply an insurance policy against any unforeseen misfortunes in his thriving export business.
The other light of his life, Vivienne Gabrielle, was born in the miasma of a yellow fever outbreak, in 1830. She was called a ‘miracle baby,’ since her mother, Marcelle, nearly died at the start of her pregnancy, from a bout of the nasty disease.
In her unpublished memoirs, written many years later, Marcelle claimed that hoodoo
had cured her, and had protected her unborn child. Like many slaves, her midwife, maid (and nanny) Bessie relied on faith healing, medicinal herbs and mojo
, from her mixed Creole Indian and African upbringing. Bessie's powers of hoodoo, or ‘white witchery,’ kept her eternally in good stead in the Marchand home, though it was kept hush-hush amongst polite company!
Vivienne was a force to be reckoned with, from day one. Long in limb, short on temper, with a quick wit and questioning mind to match, the only thing which superseded her headstrong ways was a kind heart. Even as a toddler, she could not bear to see animals abused, and her room became a haven for baby chicks, cats, squirrels and other small, furry creatures, both domesticated and wild. Her mother constantly found eggs, feathers and other assorted animal by-products under her bed. It became necessary for Bessie to sleep in her room at night so the little imp could not stow away with a menagerie from her father’s farm, as the threat of a lashing from his belt clearly wasn’t enough of a deterrent!
That compassion extended to people, also, and she soon started hiding young slaves, in an attempt to protect them from the driver's whippings or other retributions for being late to the fields, substandard work, or for failing to report any accidents or illnesses amongst their kin. Vivienne risked punishment to protect other young people as she believed in her heart that they were the same. She came to this conclusion one day when playing a running game with her nanny's little girl, Violet. Poor little Violet tripped and fell, and started bleeding. Vivienne realized that unlike what she was told by her grand-mère, black children had the same kind of blood, too. She knew instinctively that Violet, and other black children were no different; they were just born ‘the wrong color’ to be treated fairly by most. She never knew why she felt this way; it certainly wasn't something she was ever taught in her schoolbooks, or even by her parents; she just knew it was wrong to treat human beings of any color as chattel, or property. She preferred the company of Bessie and her children oftentimes to the children of her parents’ society, though she learned how to smile politely, curtsy and perform all other social graces. She was eternally curious about learning, from the names of constellations to the inner workings of the kitchen, and she treated the subject of deportment as one of her least favorite, though necessary subjects. She did what many intelligent children do with a least-favorite subject; she went out of her way to excel in it!
So, by the time a second daughter, L’ilien Marceline, was born to the Marchand family, Vivienne had already started her formal education, to be trained at the hand of the esteemed French colonial Marquise of etiquette,
Madame Rivier. In addition to the basic subjects, Vivienne learned classical French and Latin, violin and piano, deportment and etiquette. Madame Marchand was determined to see her daughters married off to eligible young men, and Madame Rivier was the best guarantor of success in such endeavors.
Once she approached her coming out age of 16, Vivienne was sent abroad, to Europe, in order to network with the elite, expand her education, and to further polish her skills as a causeur, and high society wife-in-training, at a prestigious finishing school in France. Her beauty, easy smile and quick wit attracted a following amongst the young men and upon her return to Louisiana a trail of gifts and proposals from several ardent European admirers were swiftly delivered to her doorstep.
Vivienne preferred the comforts of home and hearth to far-flung European adventures, and she was exceptionally glad to be with her family, especially her little sister, whom she adored. She’d spend hours combing out L’ilien’s gleaming, waist-length hair, regaling her with stories of her exploits among the London elite, or the Parisian nightlife, where she’d sojourned through the bohemian landscape of the salons
of Paris, unbeknownst to her parents, who would most certainly have disapproved of their daughter witnessing such debauchery. Vivienne described in vivid detail the plays, especially the opérettes, noting the particulars of the dances, the dialogue, and the costumes that were worn by each performer. L’ilien was mesmerized by her sister's tales, and would often sit in wide-eyed wonderment as Vivienne brushed her hair and regaled her with a different chapter every night before bed.
They both dreamed of a world free from the restraints of duty and social mores, where gypsy mavens swished their tambourines against the soundtrack of a full orchestra.
Where ladies in lace stockings could charm the gentlemen of society with their songs of love and tales of woe from the stage, making their eyes light up each time they lifted their skirts provocatively in rhythmic formation. The very same stage where their own Maman had once stood, wielding her feminine power like a scepter. They knew it was a world they could never inhabit, yet it was enticing all the same, and they fed off of each other’s enthusiasm, building on the story and embellishing details each night.
During her travels, Vivienne had encountered a rather unusual and intriguing young man. He was slight and delicate, ravishing in a most unorthodox way, his beauty almost feminine at first glance. He was from Virginia, but was attending a degree course at University in Oxford, England. He had a dignified manner that was almost regal. His forefathers were said to be descended from the English aristocracy, eventually settling in the grassy knolls of the lands named for the Virgin Queen— the New World. He had hypnotic hazel eyes and a distinctive profile. He donned stylish, often frilly clothing, and wore his golden blonde hair longer than the gents of the Virginia high society usually did, but he modeled himself after the dandies of the London upper class. As an appreciator of la vie Bohême, and dandy gentlemen, Vivienne often singled him out at soirées for the ladies’ choice first dance, and this extra attention did not go unnoticed by this young man. Upon first sight of the bewitching French agent provocateur, he was immediately smitten, although too shy to declare his love for La Belle Vivienne. He chose instead to woo her incognito, sending her gifts and trinkets under mysterious circumstances in order to amuse her, never leaving a signature or even a trace of his identity for her to associate with the memory of him.
While Vivienne certainly did admire, recall, and repeat her stories of dancing with the charming Benji,
as she came to know him, she didn’t suspect for a minute that he might also fancy her. She mistook his shyness about making advances towards her for aloofness, particularly as he was an otherwise natural conversationalist, who had no trouble mixing amongst the social set, or attracting female attention. His older brother, on the other hand, always did his best to make his presence known to the ladies at soirées. He was an insatiable flirt, almost to the point of being a nuisance, though he could be ever so charming.
It came as some surprise when she crossed paths again with her old friends a few months later, not long after she had returned from Europe.
Oh, go on, dear brother. Tell me what to write.
Alfred always had a